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———dove, now binded to a stag perhaps a dragon too
☆°•☆the dragonglass throne room, once a symbol of power and grandeur was now a somber setting for the hastily arranged wedding. the walls, adorned with the targaryen sigil seemed to loom over the small gathering, their shadows cast by flickering torches dancing like dark wings. the air was heavy with the scent of old stone and smoke, a reminder of the castles ancient history
the throne rooms grandeur was tempered by the simplicity of the wedding decorations. a few sprigs of greenery and some hastily arranged candles lined the aisle leading up to the dais where the priest from oldtown waited. the dragonglass throne, once the seat of power now stood as a witness to the union, its dark glassy surface glinting in the candlelight
the guests, a small assembly of guards and the royal family stood somberly, their faces lit only by the flickering flames. king aegon, queen visenya and queen rhaenys formed a tight circle around the couple, their expressions a mix of solemnity and resignation. the guards stationed at attention around the room seemed like sentinels, their eyes fixed on the proceedings with a quiet intensity
the overall atmosphere was one of restrained elegance, a reflection of the hasty preparations and the weight of duty that had brought the couple together. the ceremony was a formality, a necessary step to secure alliances and prevent conflict rather than a celebration of love or joy
orys stood beside the priest, his formal attire a stark contrast to the somber atmosphere. his hands were crossed in front of him, his face a mask of neutrality yet his body language betrayed his true emotions—the small tapping of his feet, a subtle movement that might have gone unnoticed by some revealed his impatience and discomfort with the proceedings. his eyes seemed to bore into the floor as if willing the ceremony to hasten its pace, his gaze a testament to the reluctance that had brought him to this moment
visenya, standing beside queen rhaenys narrowed her eyes as she observed orys subtle fidgeting, she turned to rhaenys and whispered in a low sharp tone "why does the bride tarry so? this ceremony should have been concluded by now" her voice was laced with a hint of disapproval, her words a gentle reprimand to the absent daphne as if she were responsible for the delay
