Chapter 7: A Wedding

Late 104 AC

Royal Apartments, Maegor's Holdfast

The Mirror in my apartment was not as good as the one in my old world or even a clear pond but it was all I had to look at one last time at myself before I headed for the Grand Sept for my long-awaited wedding. My silk wedding robes all decked out in red and black, not to mention my Targaryen cloak that Aemma personally embroidered despite her failed pregnancy a couple of months before.

"As your older brother, I must give you some form of advice on your wedding day but I have nothing regarding marriage," Daemon said as he ate an apple. "Unless you have forgotten where to put your cock, then I must tell you that you put in her cunny."

"I am good in that regard," I dryly responded.

Getting marriage advice from Daemon Targaryen is like getting responsibility advice from ... well, Daemon Targaryen.

"How did father or anyone else for that matter convince you to get married to your Bronze bitch, you never liked her from the start?" I asked him, but I never once asked him what convinced him to show up at the Sept, I figured that he would have hightailed it on Caraxes to who knows where the night before.

There was a pause before he finally admitted, "I was never convinced, Father and Grandfather threatened to have me disowned and removed from the line of succession if I did not go through with that sham of a wedding."

The one threat that works against Daemon is the one about the succession, he is very sensitive about that which makes Viserys not naming him as heir even more hurtful to him and increases his hate and loathing towards Otto who is determined to keep him away from the throne.

"Do you like her?" Daemon asks unexpectedly as I strap on my sword belt.

I turn to him, "Well I had a better first impression than you had for yours and I guess that I am getting there when it comes to affection."

Daemon slowly nodded, "Good, and what about her brother? Has he already asked you for a few favors?"

I nodded with a smirk, "He has, he asked me to take his son Samwell as my squire." And I accepted.

Daemon patted me on the back, "Well in that case may Lady Luck shine upon you now that you have officially embroiled yourself in Riverland politics."

"Thanks, I'll need it," I say with a shudder.

"I hope your marriage is better than mine which is not much but still," Daemon said to me with a sad smile,

I nodded as I returned his smile then a knock came on the door,

"My Prince, it's time." Ser Harrold's voice came through the door.

Grand Sept of King's Landing

As I stood between the statues of the Father and the Mother with the High Septon with two hundred guests all crammed inside the Sept, I looked around to see all the guests present. Viserys and Aemma are looking happy for me and the same goes for Rhaenys. Daemon and Corlys are keeping a poker face. Rhaneyra is having an experience watching the first wedding she will be able to commit to memory while I can see gears turning inside Otto's head while he maintains a respectable face.

After a few agonizing minutes that seemed like an hour to me, Dacey arrived being led by her older brother Hosteen Blackwood. She looked resplendent in her ivory silk dress decorated with red-colored embroidery that hugged her upper body and flared out at the bottom, her hair was styled intricately with two ringlets framing her smiling face. Her maiden cloak with Blackwood colors and embroidered ravens was draped around her shoulders

After an eternity, they reached the marriage altar, and Hosteen gave her to me and we shared a smile. Maybe this might just work out.

Then the ceremony begins, the wedding song is sung by the choir of Septas and Septons, the seven vows are made, and following that seven blessings are invocated by the High Septon after that we exchange seven promises.

Then the changing of the cloaks happens, Hosteen removes the Blackwood cloak and I place my Targaryen cloak to symbolize that she is now a member of House Targaryen and under my protection.

"Your graces, my Lords, my Ladies, we stand here in the sight of gods and men to witness the union of man and wife. One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever."

We place our hands together and the High Septon proceeds to tie a ribbon around our joined hands,

"Let it be known that Aegon of the House Targaryen and Dacey of the House Blackwood are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder."

"In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity." High Septon unravels the ribbon after saying that.

"Look upon each other and say the words," The High Septon says to us following which we turn towards each other,

"Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger."

"Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger."

"I am hers and she is mine. From this day until the end of my days."

"I am his and he is mine. From this day until the end of my days."

Following that with the nod of the High Septon, I announce "With this kiss, I pledge my love," and then I kiss her on the lips for the first time. And the crowd applauds.

POV: Rhaenys 

Great Hall of the Red Keep

The Wedding Feast

"Forty-nine courses!!" Rhaenys incredulously exclaimed as the twenty-fifth course was brought out, "Who in their right mind will have forty-nine courses for a feast?"

"The King thinks as much." Corlys deadpanned as he pointed towards Viserys who was gorging himself on roast duck.

Corlys continued, "There is a feast or two every month no matter the reason for Viserys, and this time it being Aegon's wedding, that's an excuse to go extra big."

"Viserys will eat anything as long as it is tasty, he has been that way since he was a child," Rhaenys replied as she beckoned a servant to fill her cup.

"At least he isn't taking any emetics," Corlys said as he saw a knight vomit in a chamberpot that was brought to him by a servant. "It will ruin his health."

"As if the gluttony doesn't ruin it already." Rhaenys scoffed.

"At least the leftovers will be given to the poor," Rhaenys remarked as she saw half-eaten plates being removed to be replaced by others. It was a legacy of her grandmother to feed the poor with the leftovers of the Royal feast and it was continued by Aemma, not that other Queens didn't do the same.

"Looks like Aegon will have a happy marriage," Rhaenys remarked as she saw Aegon and his new wife talking and laughing with each other.

"Aegon and Viserys were the most decent of your side of the family, no wonder they got the best in marriage though Daemon got the short end of the stick, then again that happens when you are a cunt," Corlys said with a snicker at the end. The bad feelings of the Great Council did not go away so easily.

"Have you ever seen the sheep in the Vale?" Rhaenys asked her husband thinking back to all the insults that Daemon had hurled towards his wife and the Vale.

"No, I have been to Gulltown and the Three Sisters but I haven't gone out of my way to find sheep in the Vale," Corlys said with a chuckle.

"I was there at his wedding and Rhea Royce was a good-looking lady by any standard so I am assuming that the sheep must be even prettier for Daemon to prefer the flocks of Runestone to its Heiress and that sheep is something I would love to see," Rhaenys said with a smile.

"Yes, I should do that, get a sheep from the Vale to display it in court, I am sure that everyone would love to see the sheep that managed to render Daemon impotent before his wife," Corlys said with a grin that caused Rhaenys to break into laughter drawing gazes from others.

"Look, the pie." Viserys loudly proclaimed as the pigeon pie was wheeled inside.

Aegon and Dacey together cut open the cake which predictably caused all the birds waiting inside to fly out, hopefully, none of the birds were killed during the cut.

"Look at that, Otto has already picked up the malcontents into his fold," Corlys said looking at Otto and his new cronies as the pie was served.

Rhaenys followed his gaze to see that Lords Tully and Bracken were talking with Otto and his brother Hobert,

She scoffed in response, "Please, What can they both do? Aegon holds the Riverlands by the neck and the balls."

"Blackwood, Darry, Strong, and Mooton along with Sheepstealer are more than enough to keep a stranglehold on the Riverlands for a Generation or two." She continued,

"That may be but with Aegon spending most of his time in court as the Lord Justiciar, one would think that his presence in the Riverlands would be minimal." Corlys pointed out.

"A dragon can easily cut travel time by more than half," Rhaenys waved it off, "Regardless being the Lord Justiciar means that he will be involved in all disputes regarding the Riverlands."

As the thirtieth course was brought forth, Rhaenys stood up, "I might as well leave now, it is already late and I can't stand to have another bite."

"You might want to stay a little longer." Corlys quickly said, "Daemon has been drinking all night and it is only a matter of time before he calls for the bedding or even Viserys for that matter."

Rhaenys turned to see a drunk Daemon who almost immediately stood up as a plate of roast peafowl was placed before him,

"IT'S TIME FOR THE BEDDING!!!" He loudly proclaimed to cheers from the crowd.