135- The Wedding. (II)

~~~Cersei Lannister, Ninth Moon, 277 AC~~~

~~~Great Hall, Casterly Rock~~~

The day had come, and I still couldn't find words to identify how I felt, on one hand, I was happy for my father, it was no secret that the man stopped smiling after the birth of my deformed brother and... My mother's death.

My mother... Thinking about her filled me with sentimentality and resentment, mixed feelings of knowing that my mother, the loving and respected woman she was was no more, and resentment for knowing that the cause of her death was still alive, walking around the Rock and toasting everyone with his deformed face. It was a stark reminder.

"Your Graces," the High Septon, the fat man who looked like he could choke on his saliva any moment raised his voice, silencing the murmurs and politely greeting King Aerys and Queen Rhaella. The presence of the two of them was more than enough demonstration of the power my father represented.

Not many had the honor of having the royal family at their weddings, let alone if it was the kings who traveled to your lands to be present at such a ceremony, it was a complete honor and pride to be a part of this, and that my house... That my father was the reason for this made Lannister's pride grow to exaggerated levels.

"My lords and ladies, we are gathered here to witness something unique, something sacred... Uniting these two souls into one, the Father, the Mother, the Maiden, the Warrior, the Smith, the Crone, and the Stranger have blessed this union," the Septon, devout as ever, I could not help but add to the faith in his speech, even when it was known that the gods had had nothing to do with this.

This was all due to my father's planning, to his pragmatic and agile mind, that he managed... No, that he conquered something that had seemed impossible so far, to marry someone from Xandar, even when he was not Xandarian.

"Today, Tywin Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock, Shield of Lannisport, Warden of the West, and Hand of the King, will take as his wife Lady Janna Betchen, Lady of Xandar and protector of trade, this union will unite the realm with the realm of Xandar, communication, trade and growth is sought on both sides, while the realm continues to prosper." At those words, I took Jaime's hand at my side and looked at him, we were both happy. Though I more so than he.

"Tyrion should have been here, he is a Lannister, his right is to be at our father's wedding, even distant cousins are here, why shouldn't he be equally so?" And here was the reason for his bewilderment, I could not fathom how he was close to that monstrosity, he had killed our mother, was he not aware of that?

"Father didn't want him at the ceremony, he thinks it might hurt King Azrael's perception of us, father doesn't want Tyrion to show himself, and I agree with him," I told him, I didn't care how cruel I sounded, because it wouldn't make me hate him any less.

Jaime was about to say something, but I shushed him when I noticed the bridal cloak approaching, it was held by my uncle Kevan, who passed it to my father carefully and respectfully.

The cloak was beautiful, the color of the Lannister house, as Lady Janna did not have a bridal cloak, apparently which was not part of the Xandarian culture, and the cloak that hung from her shoulders was more like a veil, and did not occupy the position of a bridal cloak, since it did not even have the emblem of her house.

So my father approached Lady Janna and placed the cloak lovingly, or as close to it, with both of them laughing, something that was very rarely seen, and that touched my being, despite knowing that Lady Janna was replacing my mother, I couldn't help but notice that my father felt happy, and that was enough.

Once the cloak was properly over Lady Janna's shoulders, they both took a step until they were facing the fat Septo, who entwined their hands in a bow, and they both spoke their words.

"With this kiss, I pledge my love," they both said loudly and loudly, reaching the ears of all, "...and I take you for my lord and husband", Lady Janna said in a proud voice, followed by my father; "...and I take you for my lady and wife", answering her.

Once the words were spoken, the Septon made the wedding official; "let it be known that Lady Janna Betchen, and Lord Tywin Lannister, are now one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever." To everyone's surprise, it was Lady Janna who, in one swift movement, grabbed my father by the collar and kissed him.

Such an act must have seemed rude and unbecoming, but no one dared say anything, not with my father and King Azrael present, who instead of looking displeased, smiled, as Queen Valka looked on mischievously.

What followed the ceremony was a great banquet and before my father and... The new lady of Casterly Rock managed to sit at the table, servants entered the hall in possession of trays of food of all kinds. Which got the already cheerful atmosphere filled with laughter, shouts, and conversations in unison.

~~~Third Person~~~

"How long will you remain here in Westeros, Your Majesty, now that the wedding has taken place?" At the head table, Azrael was having a conversation with Queen Rhaella, the two had a somewhat... familiar relationship, it was no secret to anyone that the Queen's health had improved after she ingested the potion given by Vays, and to some extent, Rhaella felt indebted to him.

"I think one more week, I will be in Westerland for one more day, then I will fly to Kings Landing once my fleet has departed, I have to see with my own eyes the progress of the Central Bank branch in Kings Landing, once that is done, we will fly back to Xandar," Azrael answered her truthfully, there was no problem telling her that, besides, he had wanted to see the construction of the Bank.

The Central Bank branch was the first construction he had not been a part of, and he wanted to know if the gamble of leaving some major construction to the advancement guild was promising, if it fell short of his expectations, many would be laid off.

Rhaella nodded, as she watched from afar as the bride and groom... now husband and wife shared time; "I heard that you will be married once you arrive in Xandar, if this is true, I wish you many congratulations, it is rare to find love in this world, and I would like to know that a friend has done it".

This time it was Valka's turn to join the conversation, so far she had been more focused on feeding herself, but that didn't mean she wasn't paying attention to her surroundings, "yes, preparations are ready, the celebrations are expected to last at least two months... Moons" Valka said, correcting herself at the last as she remembered that in Westeros they used another method of measuring time.

In the middle of the conversation, the celebration was interrupted when a very small child entered the Great Hall. This caused those closest to the doors to murmur and furrow their brows. They knew the child; his appearance was well known among the highborn of Westeros.

Small-sized limbs, a large head, heterochromatic eyes, hooked nose, instead of looking like a child... He looked like a monster, and perhaps Cersei's words about the physical state of her younger brother were true.

Behind the boy, a young woman came running in, who caught up with Tyrion and held him tightly, as she was about to leave the hall before drawing any more attention to herself.

However, unfortunately for her, her presence, and Tyrion's did not go unnoticed, Tywin had his teeth clenched and looked at Tyrion's wet nurse with fury, apparently someone was going to get whipped tonight, Janna, for her part, looked at the boy with pity, it was a shame that he had been born deformed, although the Dothrakis, one of the mother races of Xandar abandoned deformed children for not being born strong and not being able to survive on their own.

That had changed with the Dothraki annexation of Xandar, now with the use of potions, cases like that were history, but Westeros was different, and it was fortunate for Tyrion to have been born into an important house, otherwise, he would have been thrown into the sea by now.

"Who is that child?" amidst the stares and murmurs, a voice rose above them all, and they all turned to look... Azrael had a curious look on his face, oblivious to the stares of the others.

"That... That's my son," Tywin answered forcibly, for him, days with no problems went down the drain with Tyrion's appearance, and more on the wedding day. "I want to meet him."

Azrael's words fell like a bucket of cold water on Tywin, and as much as he opposed the idea, he decided to accept.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the wet nurse walked to the head table and offered Tyrion into Azrael's arms, who took him carefully and lovingly. Tyrion, a character... No, a very beloved person by the public, and he won the hearts of many, too bad that in the last seasons, his character went into the abyss.

But there was no denying that Tyrion had won a good group of fans, among them, there was Azrael in his past life, and now, he had finally met him. Azrael, to everyone's surprise, got up from his seat, and in front of everyone, pulled out a glass vial from among his garments. Many were already familiar with the potions, so they understood what it was all about.

"Lord Tywin, I hope your marriage to Lady Janna will be enjoyable, full of happiness and prestige, and let me offer you a wedding gift," with those words, Azrael applied the regeneration potion on Tyrion. The potion was absorbed into his body immediately, and the change was also seen.

Whether it was the catalyst for the state of Tyrion's body, the DNA, his cells, or hormones, the potion corrected it, not only that, in full view of everyone they could notice how Tyrion's abnormally large head, took on a normal size. Not only that, but his body began to grow, reaching the height that a four-year-old would normally be.

His body gained proper and normal limbs and physical aspects to the point that Azrael had to leave him on the table, as he was already heavy to carry. In the end, Tyrion, the imp, the monster, and the dwarf of Casterly Rock, no longer existed. Now, in his place, there was a four-year-old boy, attractive and healthy, with Lannister features.

The commotion erupted as Azrael removed his cloak and with it covered Tyrion's nearly naked body because his previous clothing had been torn due to Tyrion's accelerated growth spurt. "Happy day, Lord Tywin."