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112 AC
Kingslanding
Daeron Nymeros Martell
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God, I hate wearing so much yellow and orange, I wish my House's colors were anything but these colors. Maybe not brown or pink but honestly any other color would not make me feel so stupid at the moment. Yellow with an orange trim and a golden sun with a spear through it, I feel tacky as hell.
King Viserys in Targaryen Black with a red three-headed dragon breathing fire looks damn good in comparison to my Fanta colors. Queen Aemma managed to make it out here to see her daughter wed but I don't think she will be here after the vows, she looks uncomfortable on the high table. But she is wearing a blue dress with white trim showing off her Arryn colors, not so surprising her colorings tonight are attracting attention. Rhaenyra herself is in a white dress embroidered with gold while her hair is braided to look like a crown with what looks like rubies placed in it.
Well I know I won't have to worry about a murder at least taking place in this wedding, Ser Ryam Redwyne still lives. With him being alive the lovesick puppy still has not joined the Kingsguard and won't ever be in this reality. That honestly is a giant change from the world in the book and show and I wonder who will be replacing him, maybe the current sword of the morning if he didn't hate House Martell. I have seen him in person once or twice but he dislikes House Martell, a shame as having a twenty-year-old sword of the morning as a Kingsguard sounds overpowered. Dawn in person is a sight to see, a massive Greatsword that looks almost like it glows in the light.
But along with that change, there is also the fact that Daemon did not show up, still squatting at Dragonstone with his gold cloaks. I wonder when and how he will get the boot off the island and where he will go this time around.
"You need to dance." My mother to my side nudges me and I have to restrain a grimace as I notice the music has changed.
I look over at Rhaenyra and see she also looks like she would rather not, but we practiced for a reason. Though the practicing itself was quite fun, I do not expect the real thing in front of all these people to be anything but dreadful.
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112 AC
Kingslanding
Aemma Arryn
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"They look good together, don't they?" In the corner of my eye, I see Viserys turn to me and I nod as I watch Rhaenyra and Daeron dance.
When they showed me the progress they made on their dancing together the other night I was happy, they looked to be having fun. Right now it just looks like they are going through the movements if I was to compare them to that night it looks fake. I suppose I understand what they are feeling, they do not like the attention of so many people even if the guest list is not long.
Not many people were able to make it as we expected but a few of the big houses showed up. Mainly it is Crownland houses but there is also House Tyrell and Baratheon in attendance. But even so, the tables are packed and the room is dead silent as they dance together and everyone watches with a critical eye.
"They do look good, this is the first time I have ever seen Daeron wear so much of the colors of his house and it looks good on him. Rhaenyra is as beautiful as ever and I could not be prouder." I feel my eyes start to tear up but I hold it back for now, I can cry about it all later and not in front of everyone.
I still can not believe how quickly Daeron managed to flip the feelings I had about him. Though I suppose it helps when he saved my life, but even without that I still feel good about this marriage. I just hope they remain as close as they have seemed to be getting, I want my daughter to be happy and the responsibility she will carry will be heavy.
The music slowly dies down and they both finish off the dance with a low bow and the crowd starts clapping. I spot the relief on both of their faces as they walk toward each other, obviously happy to be done with the dancing.
I look from the corner of my eye again and see Viserys clapping with a wide smile on his face and I feel my heart beat faster. I look back to my daughter and put the rising nervousness out of my mind as I see her look toward me with a smile. I smile back as I stop clapping and place my hands on my lap.
"Is something wrong?" Viserys places his hand on mine and I bite my tongue before shaking my head.
"Just missing little Visenya, I know she is being watched but I still worry for her." He pats the top of my hand before taking one into his own and squeezing it lightly.
"She will be fine, she is well guarded." I smile at him as my heart beats heavily in my chest.
He lets go of my hand and I pull it back before turning away to watch the Lords and Ladies all start dancing as a different song starts. The stinging in my eyes starts once more but this time for a different reason as I try to push down what I am feeling. I do not want to leave before I have seen my daughter say her vows.
Once she says her vows then I will slip off to be with my baby and all will be well once again.
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112 AC
Kingslanding
Rhaenyra Targaryen
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"Gods that was stupid, like we are some kind of showmen or something on the side of the street. I do not fear a crowd but I do not like to be watched so closely, it makes me feel trapped or something." I find Daeron complaining with his sour look as we dance among the Lords to be very cute.
"It was not so bad, I hardly noticed anything before it was over." He looks at me dryly causing me to smile more as we dance close together. "I suppose we can swap partners for a song or two, your sister seems to want to dance with you and I would like a dance with my new brother." He nods reluctantly causing my heart to feel warm before he guides me toward his siblings who were dancing together not far away.
"If someone tries to run off with her, stab them in the dick." My eyes widen hearing Daeron give his brother an 'order' but they both smile a moment later showing it was meant in good humor.
"How do you know they will have a dick?" Lewyn asks with a small amount of humor leaking in his voice before he takes my hand and nods toward me. "Princess, I would be honored if you would allow me a dance." I roll my eyes at him before I pull him a bit away from Myriah and Daeron so they can have some space.
"It is my honor Prince Lewyn, I regret we have not had as much time to talk as I would have liked." His lips curl up slightly and mischief fills his eyes as we take measured steps following the music.
"Well, it seems the Princess was busy running around with her Prince... I wonder what they got up to in their many flights and walks." I ignore the heat rising in my face as I nod.
"I suppose they were just talking mostly." His eyes widen and his jaw drops a bit.
"Mostly? So something did happen..." I shake my head at his 'surprised' look, I doubt Daeron talks to his siblings about anything we do.
But I know his sister can read him and she was able to guess we have kissed a few times at least. She surprised me when she brought it up but I also guess it was a natural conclusion to come to with how often we spend time together. We would not meet each other half as much as we do if we did not have a liking for one another, and men and women who like each other kiss.
"Well I do have to admit, you spend quite a lot of time with Daeron which is to be expected but you also spend time with Myriah. I won't lie and say I do not feel left out, I was hoping we would be friendly since you will soon be family." He gives the first genuine smile I have seen that is not meant as a joke or to be humorous.
"I would like that, I also feel like I have not gotten to know my good father and mother and I hope to fix that. I suppose we can set something up and get to know one another better, I hope to be close with all of you." I know next to nothing about Qyle Martell and that will not do if he is to be my good father.
I should sit down and have lunch with both of my good parents soon, they won't be in Kingslanding much longer. I really do hope that we will genuinely be close like a real family, their interactions always seem so heartfelt when I watch them.
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112 AC
Kingslanding
Daeron Nymeros Martell
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"Hear now their vows." Rhaenyra stands on her toes and we press our lips together before she steps back leaving her sweet smell to fill my nose.
"I am yours and you are mine, whatever may come." I speak the words that now are my vow to Rhaenyra Targaryen.
"I am yours and you are mine, whatever may come." Hearing her words not are now her vow to me makes my heart beat a little quicker, the half Martell and half Targaryen maiden cloak on her shoulder seeming more real after our vows.
"Here in the presence of gods and men, I proclaim Daeron Nymeros of House Martell and Rhaenyra of House Targaryen, to be man and wife." The small curl of her lips grips at my heart.
"One flesh, One heart, One soul now and forever." And so it is done, before gods and men we are now husband and wife.
Even without the draping her in my Houses cloak to bring her under my protection, I still feel some weight set on my shoulders. With her being the heir to the throne the cloaking had to be different but it still functions the same. Her safety is now just as much my responsibility as it is her Fathers, something I am happy about.
No more dodging Kingsguards to have a private moment as now I am more than qualified to bring her out and about. Though I suppose they will still try to keep up with us, but dragons make that task next to impossible anyway.
"Well then wife, I suppose we are married now." The clapping drowns out my words but she manages to hear them as her smile widens.
"I suppose, you truly are a lucky man are you not?" I smile as she tilts her head back in a 'proud' way as she jokes.
I lean in and steal her lips that were raised into striking range and she jolts as she was startled. The clapping grows louder and we break it off a moment later but her cheeks are thoroughly red after being surprised.
"I guess I am lucky." She shakes her head with a chuckle as I lead us down the steps for the last part of the event before the true end.
Though thinking about the 'true end' my heart seriously threatens to beat out of my chest before I can put it out of my mind. I am glad they will not tear at our clothes before the 'bedding ceremony' as both sides made a point to say something about not wanting it. But I am surely going to be happy to rip this ugly outfit off when I get a chance.
I have to ignore the evil voice in my mind telling me that it is not just the ugliness of the orange and yellow that makes me want to tear them off. The less I think about what happens next the better for my health.
