𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝐕 - 𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

Deciding it was better to leave this sensitive matter for another day, the princess stood and walked towards the seater where her wedding dress laid. Her fingers travelled on the fabric of the gown as she noticed the dragon details embroidered. "- I had thought you would like it... Dragons. You spend more time flying in the sky than you do walking on the ground." Alicent appeared next to her smiling after she had wiped her tears. The maiden nodded as she thanked her step-mother for the dress. Alicent helped her getting dressed and it felt good to have someone taking care of her as a mother would...

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The bells rang and all the Lords and Ladies' hush faded away letting silence settle in the Great Hall. Aemond stood next to the High Septon as the ceremony began. He was wearing a dark green veston embroidered with golden dragons. The doors opened announcing his father and bride's entry. Although Viserys' state was worsening, attending his daughter's wedding was his dearest desire. "- King Viserys of house Targaryen, the first of his name, King of the Andals, the Roynars and the first men, Protector of the Realm and Lord of the seven Kingdoms and the princess Daenys of house Targaryen." Every head bowed as the pair walked to the altar. The King was proud as he glanced at his daughter. She had so quickly become a woman grown. He could see so much of his dearest wife in her. She was by all accounts the perfect princess. Daenys tended to the women and children of the Realm as did her ancestor Queen Rhaenys to Ageon the Conqueror. She carried out her duties as Voice of the King honourably and would report to Viserys on all matters. Perhaps the only matter in which the princess still had to fulfil her role as befitting her station was producing heirs. A matter that would soon be addressed thought the King.

Viserys laid a kiss on his daughter's head before placing her hand in Aemond's. "- Take a good care of her, son." The young prince nodded and swore his father he would. The High Septon began presiding the ceremony as the King took his place by the Queen's side. Viserys had been smiling the entirety of the event, would people after tell. He even shed a tear as his daughter became the wife of prince Aemond of House Targaryen.

Daenys had been deeply moved as she stood next to Aemond before the masses of common people gathered to celebrate their princess' wedding outside of the Red Keep. She had found joy in walking through the streets of Kingslanding to meet the people and play with the children. It had earned her their affection and the tittle of the Princess of the Realm. She didn't really care much for the tittle. Seeing her people happy was the dearest thing to her heart. Aemond took her hand in his and gently lifted it to his lips. People were cheering as the prince laid a kiss on her hand. In the past there had been many revolts against the incestious wedding of House Targaryen. No more. It seemed people had accepted the Valaryan tradition of keeping the bloodline pure. Aemond leaned close to Daenys to whisper in her ear. "- They love us. Look at them." Shootings from the crowd could be clearly heard; "Long live the dragons!".

The feast that followed the wedding ceremony was boring to Daenys. The reason has for why it was so grandiose did not escape the princess. Throughout the evening, the young maiden was presented by the Queen to each guest as prince Aemond's new wife. The Lord Hobert Hightower of Oldtown, brother to the Hand, gifted the young bride a golden bracelet with emerald gems. Not very subtly showing the rest of the realm that the young princess was one of the greens now. Daenys could not reject the gift, yet she replied so that all may hear, "- You honour me with this present... However, green is not the colour of my House, my Lord." Aemond had laughed at her comment and, taking her hand, declared "- We shall see, dear wife."

Daenys and her husband had barely talked at the feast nor did they have a chance to. Yet, now was the time for the bedding ceremony. The bride was to be undress and brought to bed by Lords whilst Ladies would do the same for her husband. They would consumate their marriage and hopefully this would result in the happy news of a pregnancy. It was common tradition across Westeros to have a bedding ceremony. Prince Aegon had gathered a group of Lords and marched up to where the princess was chatting with the Lady of Casterly Rock. The prince was heavily drunk as he stumbled reaching for his sister. "- It is time for the bedding ceremony! Come sister!" Gaining the attention of the Hall, Ladies giggled as they searched the room for the groom. He stunk of alcool, thought Daenys as her older brother reached for her arm. "- Isn't he lucky, our brother, to have you?" He laughed and then sighed a hand on her arm looking at her with a drunken smile she had seen him wear too often. "- The most beautiful maiden of the Realm... Too bad you're not mine." Appearing out of nowhere, Aemond brought a blade to Aegon's throat. "-There will be no bedding ceremony nor will you lay your hands on my wife." Alicent ran to her sons resting a hand on Aemond's arm wrapped around his brother's throat. "- Aemond! Let him go." He glanced at his wife before releasing his brother. The Queen rushed to inspect Aegon's face for injuries but he brushed her off. Aemond walked to his wife and took gently her hand in his. "- The feast is over. Shall we?" Daenys had no love for the tradition of the bedding, if anything she thanked the Gods Aemond had saved her from having drunken men undress her. She gladly walked out of the hall with her husband by her side hearing the whispers of gossip rise in the room.

The princess' relief felt short as she understood what was to happen now. They were to consummate their union. She was a maiden. Pure and innocent as would often Aegon call her. She knew nothing of what to expect and it was stressing her grandly... Aemond noticed her palm getting sweaty and stopped in the hallway releasing her hand. He turned to her and gently lifted up her chin as she was avoiding looking at him. She looked so beautiful on that day, Aemond thought. She did every day but tonight, she had dressed up for him, for their wedding and now he could call her his wife. He laid his hand on her cheek and no louder than a whisper, he reassured her "- Worry not. I will take care of you, my lovely wife."