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187 AC
Harrenhal
Aerion Targaryen
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Nothing says 'Valyrian Wedding' more than dragons resting on each side of the altar, even Drogon is pitching in surprisingly. The big brute hates crowds but he is showing his support for more dragon riders to be born by attending the wedding. Thought I think the smell of all the cooking meat like the whole roasted cow and pigs might also have something to do with it. His eyes watching the animals being spun over the flames with a deep hunger in them, Danny said it was fine but I have my doubts.
Lots of people surprisingly showed up, at least from nearby castles and towns which surprised me because I did not give much of a public announcement. Rumors spread but nothing was hammered out and invitations were sparse, I did not want many people to come and cause problems. If one person tries some faith of the seven bullshit I might just kill them on the spot, it's bad luck to kill at a wedding unless you are Dothraki. So I might just have the drug off to be imprisoned until the morning when I can kill with no worries.
Rhaena must have told the Septon who works in the Sept I built that I will legit murder him if he tries to stir the pot. I have seen hide nor hair of the Septon and I was half expecting him to come and bring along some 'poor fellows' after cobbling together some of the poor people around my new town. But to be honest, he might have gotten stabbed to death for trying to break up the wedding, I promised free food and drinks to everyone in town and they would not take his actions lightly. Don't come between a mob of hungry people and their food and drink, it's a quick but painful death as they crush you underfoot.
Melissa went all out making it as Valyria as possible, I look around at all the braziers and three head dragons and shake my head. I think if it was not socially frowned upon she would even have pools of blood sitting out for ambiance. She wanted the wedding to be as nice as it could for being a foreign type of wedding that is pretty much dead. The only people worshiping the gods of Valyria are people in Volantis inside the black walls. They only do it to further push their blood supremacy bullshit anyway, so it's likely the weakest religion. More Iron Born are praying to the drowned god than there are people praying to the fourteen of Valyria.
I mean I don't blame anyone when the fourteen blew everyone that worshiped them to hell, seeing how the fourteen were the volcanos that ended Valyria.
"You did a great job Melissa, I think this very well might be the biggest Valyrian wedding since the Doom." She smiles from across the table as I look around further at all the people eating and enjoying themselves.
If nothing else this is more casual and more enjoyment is being had than any wedding I have seen at the Great Sept of Baelor. Not once in my life have I seen so many people genuinely happy at a wedding, I know it's the food and drink but still, it counts.
Plus seeing Mya so happy about it is more than enough to make the effort worth it, we could have just done a family ceremony at Dragonstone but we did this. I am glad for it as well, people will already look down on it for being 'against the gods' so we need to get all the happiness we can out of the official stuff. It would defeat the purpose of even getting married if it was just to have Targaryen named kids, my Kingly brother could have just named them Targaryens if I asked. So if we are going 'a little' we might as well 'go a lot' and her happiness is the sweet reward of the efforts put in.
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Fucking hell my lips hurt, cunt cut me deep and she knows it as she grimaced afterward. good thing I heal quickly, the cut on my palm which is pressed against her cut on her palm is likely already clotting. Like a skilled surgeon with a blade, I slit her bottom lip open only enough to pool a drop of blood on it. Meanwhile, my lip is dripping blood down my chin and staining my robes.
"Don't throw up or I will throw up on you as well." I mutter softly as she hates the taste of blood, something she told me once we got to the altar.
"There is so much..." She mutters back as her face pales, you would think she is the one bleeding profusely with how white she is going.
"Just give me those sweet lips and let's get this over with, you can wash it out with wine afterward." She looks at me with hesitation in her eyes before puffing her lips letting the bead of blood run down her chin from the movement.
I lean in and take her lips making sure to push my bloody tongue into her mouth as she clenches her teeth. I almost chuckle against her mouth as I wrap her into my embrace keeping her on the altar as people cheer. This is likely the first Targaryen brother-to-sister wedding that has ever had so much genuine happiness radiating from the crowd as they shout.
Cakes and the other sweets are after this part so they are waiting on the edge of their seats.
I break the kiss and open my eyes to see her face stony as the walls of Harrenhal as blood is smeared on her lips. She opens her eyes with a fire inside of them that promises she will have her revenge. I lift my arm and wipe her lips off before wiping my own and turning us both toward the crowd.
"I am going to warg into a rat and jump into your food." I look out of the corner of my eye to see her happily smiling as we walk down toward the people and I wonder if she is being serious.
Sweat beads on my forehead from both the heat of the robes and fires and nervousness at having a rat's ass in my food.
"You better fucking not." I grit out and she only gives me a coy look batting her eyes before rushing to hug her Mother who is crying.
Daenerys comes up from behind me and pats my back likely hearing everything as she was the one on the altar who married us. I look into her eyes and see the pity before she stands on her toes and steals a bloody kiss as well.
"Let's get something to put on that before you coat that robe in Targaryen red." She loops her arm with mine and pulls me off as I look back at Mya with fear in my heart.
Damn wargs, Moonfyre lets out a roar shaking everyone's organs inside their bodies as the servants start pouring out of the large dome kitchen not far from the celebrations. Baby dragons turn around and fly back to their Mother instead of dive-bombing the servants and I give Moonfyre a thankful nod. She only closes her eyes once more and rests her head on the smooth stone next to the altar as people look at her in fear. Just her roar was enough to stun the crowd into silence, it can physically hurt if you stand too close.
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Carefully avoiding any food brought directly to me by a servant I eat mainly off Shiera's plate. My little sister has cleaned off three plates before I started stealing from her, just to make sure a rat did not teabag what is going into my mouth. Shiera seems to have come to her own conclusion of why I am eating with her as she lifts her chin in Mya's direction earning a snort from my new wife.
"Here." Shiera holds up a fork with some apple pie on it and I swoop in and take the bite to not drag out the 'show' for all those watching.
"Here." Daenerys joins in on the fun leaning over Shiera who is sitting to my left and I take the blueberry cobbler in a quick bite as well.
"Both are good, the new girls in the kitchen have done an excellent job." They both nod before returning to their sweets, I spot a raised spoon to my right in the corner of my eye and my heart jumps in my chest.
"Here." Mya sweetly mimics Shieras voice causing Danny to chuckle and Shiera to frown at my new wife.
"I think I have had enough, my stomach is feeling a little full..." I pat my belly while pushing it out as hard as I can earning a smack on it from my 'aggrieved' wife.
"Do you not love me?" People around the table stop eating and I can tell because their spoons and forks no longer make collision noises with the plates. "We wed and you stop eating food I serve you while taking from others at the table." I grit my teeth and lean in toward her neck.
"I am going to eat this, if there is anything from a rat on it I promise you will regret it." I watched her like a hawk and never saw her warg off into a furry little friend, it should be safe.
But I also learned to never doubt the capabilities of Mya Rivers... Mya Targaryen as of this day. I kiss her neck to make it look like I was just loving on my wife and then I eat the fluffy white cake off her spoon.
"Even better with the taste of your lips on the utensil." I lick my lips feeling the cut not fully healed open a bit as my tongue glides over it.
Mya smiles happily and returns to feeding herself and I look around with narrowed eyes and the onlookers return to their own sweet dishes. I slip my hand under the table and grip my wife's thigh tightly and she hums in contentment.
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"I loved it, the smells of incense thick in the air to cover up the dragon's smell... though they did not work. The food was good and the people were sweet with their well wishes and small gifts. I loved it Aerion, just like I love you." She spins on her heels and hugs me as we stand in the middle of her bedroom.
I am having none of it as I lay a hand quickly across her ass cheek making her jump at the sharp pain delivered swiftly. She looks up at me as she sneezes her arms against me while pushing her rear out for another but I drop my hands to my sides.
"You had me on edge the whole night waiting for a damn secret rat coming to ruin my fun." She chuckles and tries her best to smoother it but can't wipe the grin off her face.
"I wouldn't do that to you, my Love." She breaks eye contact as she places her face against my chest and rubs her forehead against my pecs.
"I believe you." The voice I use conveys no trust whatsoever.
"Enough." She playfully swats at my chest as she breaks the hug and she starts walking to the bed. "I am over the blood just drop your guard and trust your wife not to hurt you." She crawls onto the bed and I take a deep breath fighting between following her fat rear onto the bed or continuing to question if she is gunning for me.
Fuck it.
I follow after her but swear to bring at least another thirty cats into the tower we live in to hunt any would-be furry friends for Mya.
