𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗 ─ WEDDING BELLS
❝ 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝 ❞

THE TWO WEEKS went by fast, compiled with wedding preparations, secret meetings with Arya, dress fittings and the arrivals of Lords and Ladies, and soon enough, it was already the wedding day. The last few days were just practicing with the septa on what the wedding would be like and how to act.

Sansa had helped make the dress, through the seamstresses did most of the work, the women working fast to please the King and Queen, and honor the sunbringer. Visenya and Mordane talked of what to say and vows. It was all boring, to Visenya but today was the day. Today was the day she marry someone other than Jon.

She was getting dressed. The dress fitting her perfectly, snugly hugging her curves. It was pure white color, with a train going down from the top of the skirt to trail on the floor behind her. Gold dragon scales and other small golden colored details covered the bodice and were littered across the skirt.

Sansa was raving about the dress, complementing it and telling Visenya how beautiful she looked in it. The girl also started talking about how lucky she was to be marrying the prince, and future king.

"Oh how lucky you are to be his queen." Sansa said, admirably, voice almost sounding like she was speaking of a nice dream.

The Queen sat at the window with a wine glass in her hands, watching as they put on the dress. Once they were done the red and gold clad woman stood up. "You look beautiful, little dragon." Cersei said putting on her usual fake smile while walking up to the girl.

Cersei walked over to her and, placed her finger under the girls chin, making the girl look up at her. "Don't worry child..." She then turned to the people who were watching the interaction. "Leave us." She commanded. The people stood up, curtseyed and left.

"Us women are burdened with the act so let me give you some advice..." Cersei began to play with her hair, spinning the silver curl around her finger. "Turn around." Cersei looked her in the eyes, as her hand stopped moving. "Try take your mind off the pain. It won't last long. All you have to do is your duty." the Queen said, a look of almost sympathy flashing in her eyes before they quickly steeled back to their blank expression.

"Your Grace, I-" Visenya's words were cut off.

"I know, you know what will happen after the wedding. You should take my words to consideration, girl." Cersei said. Her hand dropped from the girls curls and she turned and walked out the room.

Visenya wrapped her arms around herself, the room suddenly feeling colder, even with the sun streaming through the windows.

Minutes later, the guards came in to escort her to the carriage. She got in, and the carriage began to ride through the streets.

The bells were ringing loudly outside as they road through the streets. The people were chanting 'Sunbringer' as they threw their dahlia petals at the carriage. She looked out the window, waving politely and smiling, after a few seconds, she saw Leon standing a few feet away and a dahlia flower in his hands.

She smiled at him as the carriage grew closer. The man held out the flower for her. "Hello, Visenya."

She smiled at him, quickly reaching for the flower before the carriage could pass him by. "Hello, Leon." She called back to him as the carriage road away from him. She smiled and held the flower in her hand as she waved towards the people lining the streets.

The Sept loomed closer, and Visenya began to reflect on all that Septa Mordane had told her she would be doing. Weddings up South were different to weddings down North.

The carriage came to a stop, and a footman opened the door for her to exit. The bells became louder as she stepped out. She walked up the steps, a few guards trailing behind her as the front doors opened.

Visenya was pacing as she listened in onto the loud mumbling of words she couldn't make out being said by multiple voices. Ned Stark walked up to her. "Visenya," he said, snapping her out of her nervous thoughts. "It's time." He held his arm out for the girl.

She slowly walked to him and placed her arm through his. The large doors to the main room began to pull open. Lords and Ladies of the court were on either side of the aisle, allowing the duo to move to where Joffrey stood. Nervousness washed over her like a huge wave.

They slowly started walking, the most of the Lords and Ladies doing the same as the common people, the people directly next to the aisle throwing dahlia petals on the ground, as the Sunbringer approached. Visenya gulped as they finally reached Joffrey and the stairs that lead them up to the High Septon.

Joffrey held his hand out and the Targaryen unwrapped her arm from the Starks. Joffrey walked her up the stairs to where the High Septon stood and then let go of her, the two facing the man clad in his holy garb.

"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." The Septon loudly started for the whole room to hear. "Let it be known that; Visenya of house Targaryen and Joffrey of house Baratheon, are one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever." The Man said, wrapping their combined hands together. "You may cloak the bride and bring her under your protection." He then instructed, unwrapping their hands.

The nervous bride turned around and let the Stag cloak rest on her shoulders. She turned around to the crowd, Joffrey took her hand, bringing her closer. He pressed his lips against hers, causing Visenya to slightly cringe, but she quickly hid it to keep up public appearance. Joffrey pulled back with a smirk and lifted their hands in the air as the crowd cheered.

Joffrey wrapped his arm around hers and they started to walk out of the sept to the carriage that would take them back to where the wedding celebrations would be held. Visenya slightly shook with nerves, nervous about the night though the sun was still high.

As they walked, the Lords and Ladies did the same thing they did when she first walked the aisle, tossing out petals as she made her way down the aisle. As she walked, her eyes were drawn to a in bright orange and yellow colors. He had short dark hair and tan skin, and yellow suns sewn onto his orange suit. He was smiling at her as if they were friends, and Visenya couldn't help but smile back.

Orange and Yellow were the colors of house Martell. Her mother's house. Maybe the man was a cousin of hers, maybe even one of her uncles that her mother had told her many tales about when she was younger, that she could faintly remember today. She could only hope to be able to find the man at the feast.

THE FEAST STARTED. Multiple lords and ladies were entering the garden area it was set up in. Visenya was already sat at a long table next to Joffrey, nodding and waving politely as people greeted her. The man in orange and yellow soon walked in. He smiled at her as he saw the pink flower still in her hair. Just like her mother. He smiled and bowed his head, to which she did the same, still looking up at him with a curious look in her eyes.

Having no other family, the Starks sat next to her. Ned was the closest and Arya at the end next to her older sister.

Once the people got settled the servants started bringing out the food, and festivities begun, with most Lords and Ladies bringing up gifts for the new married couple, though most were for Visenya. Some lords were coming up giving gifts and congratulations. She mostly got jewels and fabrics.

The Dornish looking man came up two Dornish soldiers following behind, carrying a chest. The man bowed his head at the King and Queen who sat at Joffrey's side. His siblings were off playing somewhere.

"A gift for the new Princess." The man said, his accent thick. They placed the chest before the newly weds and opened it up. In the chest there was a sword and a tiara.

The sword had a pommel that was scaled and shaped like a dragon egg, with quillons the shape of dragon wings. Visenya looked at it wide-eyed having heard many stories of it. It was Visenya the conqueror sword, Dark Sister. It had been passed down from many famous Targaryens, the last who wielded it was the bastard of King Aegon the 4th, Brynden Rivers, who went to the wall, left the great sword on his bed one night before disappearing beyond the wall. And now it was hers.

After marveling over the sword, Visenya looked at the tiara. It was solid gold and encrusted with rubies and diamonds and had the Martel sigil engraved into the center of it, the rest of the tiara decorated with small elegant gold colored details.

"It was your mothers." The said, causing her to look up at him, her eyes widening before looking back at the tiara her thumb tracing over the jewels encrusted into it. 

Visenya looked back up at him, smiling brightly. "Thank you, Lord-" she said, but he began to shake his head.

The man smiled at her. "Just call me uncle." Her eyes widened once more, her lips parting as she looked up at him.

"Uncle?" Visenya asked, slightly shocked, even thought she had caught hints of it. He just nodded and smiled. Visenya quickly stood up and walked around the table to hug him, to which he welcomed her with open arms.

She looked at the King. "May I be excused, Your Grace?" she asked.

Joffrey, who had been watching with an annoyed look on his face, opened his mouth to speak but his father cut him off. "Of course."

They both bowed and began to walk away from the table, feeling the Queen and her son's sharp gaze on them. They began to walk through the rest of the gardens, Visenya, not knowing where to start, shyly looked away, smiled while looking at the flowers.

Oberyn softly smiled watching her. "You're just like your mother." He told her, causing her to look back up at him, a soft smile on her face. 

"She loved to take me on strolls in this garden. She would point to flowers and tell me the names of them. She told me about how much she loved these," Visenya motioned up to the flower in her hair.

"Dahlias." Oberyn nodded. "She always wore them in their head. On the same side too." Visenya's smile widened at that.

"I guess we're more alike than I thought.

They continued walking around the gardens, talking and laughing with each other before finally beginning to make their way back to the feast. The sun was beginning to set and most of the people had finished eating, and were dancing in the middle of the floor, with a drunk King in the middle, lewdly dancing with a servant. Visenya bade goodbye to her uncle before returning back to her seat, noticing the small glare Joffrey sent her.

Visenya began to make conversation with Arya and Ned, as Sansa had went out onto the dance floor, dancing with the son of a nobleman. Some Lords and Ladies began to come up with more gifts, as she had accidentally left with Oberyn before the gift giving was over. 

After a few more jewels and dresses were given, a man began to walk up to the high table. He wore rags and hood on his head, and had a staff in hand. He had long brown hair with some white strands on either side of it. In his other hand he held a chest. He stopped in front of the table, Ignoring the annoyed look Joffrey gave him, as he placed the chest in front of Visenya.

"A gift for you Visenya Sunbringer of House Targaryen." He smiled at her and opened up the chest. It revealed two more dragon eggs. One black and red, the other orange and yellow. The colors of her father and mothers houses.

"I..." Visenya said, shocked as she reached into the chest, picking up the red and black one. "Thank you." She said, looking up at him amazed. He nodded his head and started to walk away. She looked at the man with curiosity as did Arya and the other people who were watching.

The hours seemed to pass and the sun set further, and soon it was night time, it was also the time where Visenya was meant to consummate the marriage. The crowd had settled down, most becoming tired from dancing. Sansa had come back to the table and was telling Visenya all about the boy she danced with.

The King stood up and drunkenly laughed. "Well." He said, slightly swaying on his feet. "The time has come-"

Visenya looked over at Lord Stark, a nervous and fearful look in her eyes at the thought of a bedding ceremony.

"-for the-"

Lord Stark stood up. "There will be no bedding ceremony" Ned started, causing the crowd to look at him. "There is no need of it, your grace." He said, looking over at his friend.

"Oh well." Robert drunkenly waved it off, sitting back down, grabbing his goblet once more, taking a large gulp. "Off when them two them."

Visenya looked over at the King before Joffrey stood and blocked her view of him. He held his hand out for her to take. "Come, wife." Joffrey said, Visenya cringing at the title. She was his wife now, though the only person she actually wanted to be the wife of was a world away, at the wall, a place where criminals were sent to rot away. Jon didn't belong to be there. The thought of him sent guilt through her as she remembered what she would have to do with another man that wasn't him, all due to her duty.

Visenya gulped and took Joffrey's hand, standing up. Joffrey began to lead her from the garden and back into the red keep. Suddenly all thoughts of Jon faded and Cersei's words to her before her wedding began to play in her head. All she had to do was do her duty.