Chapter 31: Royal Wedding: Purple-Eyed Girl

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- Percival Bolton POV -

- Kingslanding - Crownlands - Westeros - 280 A.D -

News had reached me... Quite interesting, but at the same time disturbing. Tyrion Lannister was in a coma, and on top of that he was disabled and unable to have sex. Basically what happened to Bran Stark happened to him, and most likely it was Cersei who did it, since she was with him and Jaime, and I don't see her brother doing that to him. Cersei is much more likely, but from what the tongues were saying, they were arguing, although no one knows what. But it is known that they were arguing. Tyrion was nothing more than collateral damage.

But the important thing is that first there was going to be a luncheon, where we would all give our gifts to the Prince, then the wedding in the sept, and at the end a party to socialize. Similar to Joffrey and Margaery's "Purple Wedding", only not exactly the same, since it was breakfast, wedding and lunch.

First it was lunch and gift-giving, and I had already met up with Roose Bolton and his family to head to Red Keep with our escort. The bodyguards would not attend the ceremony, but could stay inside the keep.

I noticed that his wife was giving me certain looks, and I was tempted to fuck her, but I already had bad experiences with that, and I didn't want to risk earning such a level of hatred from a person. Especially if it was someone I was going to share so much time with in a world that was more prone to murder than my previous world.

We had arrived at the outdoor dining room, and it was the same place I remembered from Joffrey's wedding. The place known as Queens Ballroom was where lunch would be held, which despite everything I said, I just realized it was also a breakfast... How unoriginal the Westerosi are for royal weddings.

There were eight sets of tables for each house and their vassals. With the eighth for House Tully, and at the main inn, was Prince Rhaegar, along with close to the betrothed. There was His Majesty Aerys II Targaryen, Prince Doran Martell as Elia's brother, and Rhaella Targaryen as Rhaegar's mother with her son Viserys. Extra characters were seated with the Tullys, as was the case with Varys The Spider.

When we arrived to the place, we looked for The North sector, and all the guests were there, being the last ones to arrive, not only from The North, but from the whole place, although the ceremony as such had not started, as many people were up talking to each other.

We arrived at our table, and saw the Starks seated in front of us. My brother bowed his head slightly, and I just smiled at them. But my eyes were black and empty.

The next moment, I felt two large soft lumps pressing against my back, as well as thin arms wrapped around me in an embrace. The scent of this invader was incredible, and I had recognized it.

"Ashara" I said, without even turning to look at her, recognizing her. Though I frowned a little as I saw everyone looking at us in surprise, including my brother.

"Percival, it's good to see you again" she said to me in a whisper, to which I nodded.

"I guess I'm pleased to see you again too. But... You should be more discreet" I said taking her hands and pulling them away from my body as I turned around to look her in the eyes, and I could tell that the whole area went silent with only murmurs. Everyone was looking at us with different expressions, even the royals from their special seats. I could see Varys watching us as he pondered many things, and I could imagine it.

Varys may have seen me at Sunspear for his birdies when I met Ashara and slipped into Elia Martell's room. But he must have confirmed it.

I also saw the Lannisters, all with faces downcast and saddened by the news of Tyrion's condition and his accident yesterday. Especially Tyrion's immediate family, but Kevan and Gerion also showed very sad faces, Gerion the most. But there was one Lannister who did not show sadness.... That was Cersei Lannister, who was looking at me all the time, with... Strange eyes that I could not define, but her gaze was similar to the ones the Clegane brothers gave me from time to time. Adoration? Obsession? I don't know exactly, but it's something similar. Although every now and then she would give venomous looks to Ashara herself.

But just when it seemed like it couldn't get any worse, I saw a man with black hair and golden armor walking towards me with a scowl on his face and one hand on the handle of his sword.

At first I didn't know who he was, but because of the situation I found out. He was a man that not even all my Shadow Demons put together could defeat. That was because of his sword "Dawn", also known as Sword of Morning. This sword was made of a material even stronger than Valyrian Steel, that was a star imbued with magic.

This man's name was Arthur Dayne, and this? This was a problem.

- Oberyn Martell POV -

I had long tried to look for him, for it was a big problem his existence now that my sister was to marry the crown prince, and I had finally found him. At none other than the royal wedding itself!

I recognized him, that back, that skin and that hair. It was him... The man who had deflowered my sister! I needed to go and talk to him. Threaten him somehow not to do anything stupid, and if that didn't work.... Prove why they call me "The Red Vyper". But that would be a backup, I don't want to end up with a man my sister can appreciate.

But before I could get up to talk to him, I saw a silhouette running towards him. I knew her well, it was Ashara Dayne, one of Elia's bridesmaids. She was beautiful, and I had tried to seduce her more than once, but each time she completely ignored me, and told me that she already had feelings for someone else. Now I realize who...

When I saw her hug him from behind I realized everything. Percival The Traveler, was what he was called according to Elia. And "Traveler" shit, he only traveled to fuck and deflower noble ladies. It was my sister, Ashara Dayne, and I suspect Cersei Lannister too from the obsessive looks she's giving him.

I have to do something... I'm worried about my sister's reaction to seeing him.

- Percival Bolton POV -

"Ashara!" shouted Arthur, drawing the attention of his sister who turned around with a surprised and embarrassed face. "Who is he!" he asked in a hostile tone. Meanwhile, I was preparing a crossbow that I had hidden inside my usual dark tunic, with red and gold touches and decorations. My archery embraced both bow, crossbow or throwing knives.

"I..." the Dornish tried to reason, but the words would not come out of her mouth.

"My name is Percival Bolton, a pleasure," I said.