["THIS WAS THEIR LOVER'S MERCY:
THEY HAD NONE
EXCEPT FOR EACH OTHER."]
IN WHICH SNOW WHITE IS A WOLF LOCKED IN THE LION'S CAGES.
[GOT S1-8]
[oc x oc]
[oc x jaime lannister]
AN: above is the closest thing to what I could imagine for the dress.
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In the fortnight that passed, Jaime had not visited her.
In truth, his thoughts were loud and scathing. He could recall the no she had said from so long ago; it still haunted him.
He started to think that perhaps she did not love him but only wanted to marry him because she knew him best. He started to think she only agreed because he confessed to love her and a man in love would never harm her.
It did not matter to him; he would love her regardless. But, still, she had never said it back and he was too stubborn to confront her and believe anything else. He had already made up his mind. Unless she told him otherwise, he would never believe she could love him: a man without honor.
But his lack of presence in the two weeks made her nervous. She wanted to fix it but he never gave her the chance. He always gave her the excuse that he was busy; that his father requested his presence, his brother did...it was always something.
And now here it was: the wedding day.
Sansa was so excited that afternoon but Elya felt like she might pass out. Her nerves made her think Jaime wouldn't be there; that he would decide he wouldn't want her. That everything was just one big mistake between them...
But she approached the sept with her hair down (only the two front strands were pulled back) and in her red dress. It had white stitching on one side that created the outline of the direwolf sigil. The Stark sigil. That would alone create an impression but she didn't care; she would always show that she was of the North.
The other side of her dress had a long slit that revealed one of her legs. Her shoulders were bare with only some cinched fabric, there was a short v-neck, and the dress was backless.
It was all rather scandalous but she didn't care. She was hailed the Queen of Love and Beauty. A title that Jaime had given her. She would remind everyone that she was (making men wish and pray the she was theirs) as she became his queen.
Now, she stepped into the sept which made the crowd turn to look at her (there were audible gasps). She kept her head down to avoid looking up; she was scared he wouldn't be there.
But then Joffrey apprehended her. He was supposed to walk her down the aisle; it made her think of her father who never got the chance to. It made her think of Robb who did. Robb.
Her eyes teared up a bit but she quickly blinked them away. No weakness. Not today.
"Lady Elyanna," Joffrey caressed her name as he stared in awe. "You look...stunning."
