The Dragon-Tamer

10

Rhaenyra watched with sorrowful eyes as Feyre was being dressed in her wedding gown. Maids fluttered all around her while Feyre just stood in front of a mirror.

Feyre caught sight of Rhaenyra in the window. Rhaenyra did her best to smile, but it didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Leave us," Rhaenyra ordered the maids.

The head maid gave the Princess a hard look, "We are not done yet-

"Are you so daft that you would argue with your future Queen," Feyre scolded the maid, "She told you to leave, so get the fuck out."

The maids bowed and scurried out of the mage's chambers. Feyre let out a breath and clenched her fists, letting her nails dig into her skin.

"I know that this is probably the last thing you wish to hear right now," Rhaenyra wrapped her arms around Feyre's waist from behind, "But you look beautiful."

Feyre let out a soft laugh, "Shut up."

Rhaenyra unwrapped her arms and moved to stand in front of her lover. She took Feyre's face in her hands and gently traced her finger down the bruise that was barely hidden on her jaw.

"I'm sorry that I wasn't there to protect you," Rhaenyra felt tears sting her eyes, "I should have been there!"

"What could have done, Nyra?" Feyre leaned her forehead to touch Rhaenyra's, "This is unavoidable."

Rhaenyra allowed her tears to fall and she pulled Feyre into her arms, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

Feyre held Rhaenyra tightly and held back her own sobs, "It's not your fault, my love."

Rhaenyra came out of the embrace and pulled Feyre into a kiss, probably the last kiss they would have in a long time. Feyre's hands wrapped around the Princess's center and they were chest to chest.

Their moment was cut short by a knock on the door. The girls quickly separated and fixed themselves.

"Come in!"

Lady Saoirse walked in and gasped at her daughter, "You look breathtaking, my darling! The prettiest bride in all of Westeros."

Feyre gave her mother a stiff smile, "Thank you, Mother."

Things between Feyre and her parents have been...strained lately. Feyre avoided her father and mother like the plague ever since Prince Aegon's name day.

"Princess Rhaenyra," Saoirse turned to the Princess, "Would you please give my daughter and I a moment alone?"

Rhaenyra's eyes narrowed and she glanced at Feyre for her approval. Feyre gave her lover a subtle nod and a small grin.

Rhaenyra gave Feyre's mother a fake smile, "Of course."

The Princess left the room, leaving the mother and daughter alone.

Saoirse stepped up to her daughter and took a hold of her hand, "You should smile; it's a happy day."

"Perhaps for you," Feyre looked down at her gown, "You finally get a chance to fix your issue child."

"Do not be dramatic, Feyre," Saoirse rolled her eyes as she adjusted her daughter's dress, "You will learn to love Silas, just as I learned to love your father."

"You courted for months before you married," Feyre shouted, eyes wide, "This is a completely different situation, Mother!"

Saoirse went to speak, but was cut off by Feyre, "Please, just go; I do not wish to see you right now."

"If that is what you wish," Saoirse says, saddened by her daughter's hostility.

Feyre's mother placed a small box on the vanity and made her way out of the room. Feyre walked towards the vanity and picked the box up. She opened it to see a crystal broach of a dire wolf holding a bundle of grapes in its mouth, to represent both Stark and Redwyne.