The tale of Ice and Fire

Chapter Seven

⚠️Warning: Smut in the chapter ⚠️
I'd like to think I kept it classy, but if it's not your cup of tea, you can skip it.
I won't be offended, lol.
Until after the wedding, when they call for the bedding ceremony, it should be fine to read.

See y'all next Saturday, my loyal subjects!
Ta-ta!

King's Landing, 282 AC

The wedding day had finally come and Iclyn was a bundle of nerves. The entire keep was excited for the wedding, maids running up and down the hallways arms full with fabrics and servants going in and out of rooms with buckets full of warm water.

“My lady, it's time.” Aiana said, looking at her lady with watery eyes. He was so beautiful in his white dress, more beautiful than every lady in the Seven Kingdoms.

Aiana deposit Iclyn's maiden cloak on the northerner's shoulders. “You're really beautiful, my Lady.” Iclyn smiled at his maid.

“Thank you, Aiana. I'm so nervous.” he confessed. He sighed, looking one more time at his reflection.

“Everything will be fine, my lady.” she said, trying to comfort the northerner.

“My lady, it's time” one of the Kingsguard said, after he knocked at the door. Iclyn nodded and with a last deep breath, he exited the room.

The way to the Sept of Baelor was too long for Iclyn's taste. His hands were starting to shake as he grew closer to the sept.

The way up the stairs was too slow. The dress began to feel too tight and Iclyn's began to have trouble breathing.

With another deep breath, Iclyn tried to calm his nerves. After two whole minutes he gathered all his courage and began to walking down the aisle.

The ceremony was majestic, certainly worthy of the heir of the Royal House Targaryen. The Great Sept of Baelor was full to a brim, too many noblemen were present and as Iclyn walked down the aisle. 

He slowly walked towards his husband-to-be, wearing his family's cloak. When the couple got together, the septon began the ceremony.

“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 started the ceremony.

“Rheagar, heir to the Seven Kingdoms, you may now cloak your bride and bring her under your house protection.” As the septon finished his speech, Aiana helped Iclyn taking off the Stark's cloak from her lady's shoulders and stepped aside.  

Rhaegar unclasped his own cloak and gently put it on his wife-to-be. The Targaryen cloak felt heavier on his shoulders, his hands were shaking, he knew there was no coming back from this. From that day forward she would be a Targaryen.

“Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger, I am hers and she is mine. From this day, until the end of my days” Rhaegar began.

“Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger, I am his and he is mine. From this day, until the end of my days.” Iclyn repeated.

Rhaegar, than, took the northerner's hands in his: “With this kiss I pledge my love and take you for my lady and wife.” he gave Iclyn a little smile, to encourage him and silently saying that everything would be alright.

Iclyn offered a small smile back. “With this kiss I pledge my love and take you for my lord and husband.” He repeated the formula.

The septon then declared them man and wife.