The Song of Ice and Fire {Rhaenyra Targaryen}

Chapter 12

Rhaenyra had been inconsolable for a few weeks after the announcement. But no one could blame her. The wounds of her mother's death were still fresh and the marriage announcement of her father to her best friend was like salt being poured right on top.

But, she grew better in time, coming to accept that there was nothing she could do to stop it. That didn't make her any less angry or hostile toward her father and Alicent though.

In better news, the incident brought Lyanna and Rhaenyra closer together than they were before, if that was possible.

As Lyanna lounged in her room, reading a large book she took from the library, a knock rang through the room. Lyanna sat her book down and sat up in her chair. "Come." She called and the door opened, Viserys walked through the door.
Lyanna stood up quickly and bowed her head. "Your Grace," Lyanna said surprised, and Viserys smiled at her. "Hello, Lyanna. I have been meaning to speak with you regarding the wedding." Viserys said in a wary tone. "What do you need?" Lyanna asked, she just hoped it had nothing to do with decorating or the clothes, Lyanna wasn't very fashion-forward.

"I wanted to inquire about the Northern Lords, which to invite," Viserys said and Lyanna nodded, this was something she could do. "I can write up a list if you'd like, of those who I'd recommend inviting," Lyanna suggested and Viserys nodded with a smile.

Lyanna quickly grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill, including all the houses in the North, deliberately excluding all those allied with the Boltons and their rebellion. She gave Viserys the piece of parchment and he smiled thankfully at her before exiting her room.

But as he left, Lyanna couldn't help but feel slightly uneasy. Viserys could have easily sent someone else to get that from her, or he could have just invited all the Lords. Something about that was odd, Lyanna just couldn't place her finger on it. She decided that it wasn't important and went back to her book.

The day of the wedding was here, and Lyanna couldn't be more uncomfortable. "What even is this thing?" Lyanna asked with a gasp as Rosha pulls the strings on the back even tighter. "It's called a corset, I have not yet made you wear one but the King's wedding seemed an appropriate time," Roshe said and Lyanna groaned, the more she learned about women's clothing, the more she hated it. If she had her way she would be wearing men's formal attire, a pair of pants sounded marvelous right about now.

Once the corset was laced tightly Rosha pulled a long, black gown out of the wardrobe. It was simple. Floor-length black velvet with silver leaves embroidered on the wrists and the bottom of the dress. Rosha helped Lyanna put it on and called in a few other maids, who worked on her hair and her jewelry, one of them putting stuff on her face and eyelids. She just stood there and let them do their work for a few more minutes. She saw one of the women put on her silver direwolf necklace, another putting silver earrings into her pierced ears, rings on her fingers, and a single silver bracelet on her wrist.

When the women were finished Lyanna walked over to the large mirror, and as she looked at her reflection, she suddenly knew why most women loved all of this. A wave of confidence soared through her and she felt beautiful. While she still enjoyed pants and loose shirts, she could get used to looking like this every once in a while.
"You better head to the Princesses chambers love." Rosha was right, she told Rhaenyra she'd help her get ready. Lyanna nodded and thanked all the women for their help before swiftly exiting her chambers.

As Lyanna enters Rhaenyra room she sees her, standing in front of her mirror, the back of her golden dress open. Lyanna slowly approaches Rhaenyra and starts lacing the back of her dress, as she'd seen done to her mother for years. Rhaenyra sighed deeply once she was finished and turned toward Lyanna. As Lyanna looked up at her she could see the tears brimming in her eyes. She brought her hands up to cradle Rhaenyra's face gently.