"You will always fall in love and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast."
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Daemon had a choice to make. He chose wrong. Davina was left with her fury and rage to boil inside of her. Or was the man she really needed right...
"I want it to be done by the old Valyrion customs." Davina informed him.
"Alright." Harwin agreed. "What does that entail?"
"Do you know any Valyrian?" Davina asked.
"Nope." Harwin answered.
"It's fine, I can teach you." Davina offered. "Kessa."
"Kessa." Harwin repeated.
"Good," Davina agreed.
"What did I say?" Harwin countered.
"Yes."
"Yes. Alright thats easy enough. Give me another." Harwin requested.
"Gevie."
"Gevie." He repeated.
":Raqnon, ñuha."
"Raqnan-"
"Raqnon." she corrected.
"Raqnon."
"ñuha."
"ñuha."
"Gevie, onya," He repeated her again. "Ābrazȳrys."
"Ābrazȳrys." Harwin finished.
"Put it all together." Davina requested.
"Raqnon... ñuha gevie... onya... Ābrazȳrys.'
"Yes you do." Davina agreed. Harwin laughed as she wrapped her arms around him.
"What did I say?"
"I love my beautiful, perfect wife." Davina told him. "Remember those words and Kessa. You will be set."
"You ready to become a Strong?" Harwin asked kissing her again.
"Are you ready to be forever tied to my crazy?" Davina countered.
"I told you Davina. You are mine."
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Viserys wasnt worried. He was just a little bit worried but Davina had picked Harwin herself. No one was forcing her to marry him but if history proved anything it was that Davina wasnt suited for marriage. But he couldnt help but smile seeing her face. So happy and full of life. She never looked like this on a wedding day.
"I feel funny." Harwin remarked.
"You look perfect." Davina countered. He did look a bit silly in the traditional Valyrion wedding garb but he was being a trooper.
THe septon started to speak and Harwin chuckled.
"He could be saying Harwin Strong you are signing over your life to this fiery woman. To be bent a broken at her will and pleasure and I'm basically saying where do I sign." Harwin mused. Davina couldnt stop laughing she looked to Viserys.
"You two really are perfect for each other." Viserys remarked. "It is usually Davina who is making the jokes throughout the ceremony."
"It is." Davina agreed. "And that is what he is saying. You are mine and I'm yours and I'm still in charge." Davina informed him speaking over the septon.
"So nothing new." Harwin remarked as the septon stepped forward and cut his lip. "Is he supposed to do that? Is this a blood ritual?" Harwin questioned and Davina couldnt contain her laughter. "That's what this is?" Harwin laughed out. The septon traced Harwin's blood down Davina's forehead and cut her lip tracing the blood down Harwin's forehead.
Davina stepped forward closing the distance between them.
"Is this the part where I say Kessa?" Harwin asked.
"Kiss me." Davina corrected wrapping her arms around him. He tasted their blood mixing as she kept her lips on him, he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her like she was the breath he needed to breathe.
"ērinnon!" Viserys declared.
"Shut up!" Davina laughed back as she leaned into Harwin. Her husband.
"What did he say?" Harwin asked.
"Victory." Viserys told informed him. "She is your problem now." he mused.
"You are glad im here." Davina countered.
"Oh, very much." Viserys agreed. "Even more gladdened that Harwin has to deal with you now."
"I think I need to dance with my wife." Harwin remarked licking the blood from her lips.
"That... was... hot." Davina told him as he pulled her with him. His hands wrapped around her hips
The music started up as the band played joyously. After all there was so much to celebrate.
It felt very familiar to when everything went wrong at Rhaenyra's own wedding festivities, but inside, it had a different energy. A different connection. The heave and throb of people moving towards the dance floor. Alcohol flows from a bar off to the side. That's where Rhaenyra and Laenor were. From the look on her face she knew something that Davina didnt, that conspired in the past moon. Rhaenyra wasnt about to ruin today with talk of Daemon.
The music blared around them, the darkness interspersed with flashes of candle lights that Davina had always found so eerily beautiful about nights like this.
Harwin ran his hands along her tight black dress, they had both changed from traditional garb into more moveable, breathable clothes, it rose on her thighs as she lifted her arms around his neck pulling his lips to hers. Kisses trailed down her neck nipping at her skin.
They found the very center of the floor and she closed her eyes, letting her head tip back as the music built to a crescendo. Before she snapped back up looking to Harwin. Her husband.
The song bleeds into the next one and Davina moved into it without breaking stride. Harwin's hand snaked around her waist. Heart racing already, Davina leaned closer to Harwin, brushing her lips over the shell of his ear.
'I think we need somewhere more private.' She whispered and Harwin nodded his lips meeting hers as they heard Viserys call out.
"The Cake!" Viserys declared and Davina turned her hand went to her chest as it was brought in.
"That's a cake?" Davina asked moving to it. "It's so beautiful." Davina whispered.
"Carrot cake, obviously.' Harwin told her.
"You did this?" Davina asked.
"I did. Well I asked the cooks, I can't cook." HArwin assured her. "But, I told them what I wanted and this is what they came up with."
"Harwin." Davina declared leaning back into him as she stared down at her dragon cake. "This is perfect. You are perfect."
Davina didn't know why she wasted so many years, so many tears in Daemon when Harwin was here all along and just begging to be hers.
"You are perfect." Harwin corrected bringing his lips to hers again.
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