Innocence// AEMOND TARGARYEN ✔️

Chapter Thirty-four

Chaos.

That was probably the best word to describe the morning of the wedding.

For the first time in years, Eirlys and Aemond did not break their fast together. It was bad luck for a man to see his wife before the wedding ceremony, they said.

Idiots, Aemond thought.

How could one ever come to fathom the thought that his jorrāelagon could ever bestow bad luck upon him?

The both of them dined in their own chambers before each one got busy with preparing themselves for the ceremony.

Aegon hadn't been allowed to touch wine that morning. He was needed to aid his brother and help him get ready. His mother made sure he did not touch wine even the night before.

Daeron was sent to make sure everything required for the ceremony was kept at the ready.

"The vows, do you remember the vows?" Aegon asked as he walked around the room to fetch Aemond's overcoat.

"Of course I do" Aemond scoffed.

He had been learning them all night before bed. Since Eirlys wanted a traditional Valerian exchange of vows, he had to learn a different set of vows as opposed to the usual ones spoken at the sept.

In most cases it was the priest who recited the vows since the practice of this ceremony wasn't as common. But Aemond and Eirlys had decided to learn these lines and recite it themselves.

Alicent was of course happy to oblige with the princess' terms with regards to the vows but she wanted them getting married in the clothing of her choice.

A white gown for Eirlys and a maroon coat for Aemond.

She was hoping he would wear green but the boy didn't want to. He wore the colour almost everyday that he didn't find it special enough to wear to his own wedding.

Aemond's confidence suddenly faltered and he quickly turned to Aegon as he slipped on a loose undershirt shirt.

"On second thought, fetch me that parchment that has the vows written on it" he pointed toward his bedside table "oh for fucks sake- where is my cloak?"

"I kept it on that chair!"

"Well it's not here now is it?"

"I need wine"

"No you do not!"

Aegon paced around the room, in search of the cloak that he later found in one of the trunks full of clothes.

"Gods where is that chain I gave you?" Aegon called out as he rummaged through the minimal amount of jewellery Aemond was in possession of.

"Where is my handkerchief?" Aemond called out from the other side of the room.

"Take mine" Aegon reached inside his pocket but Aemond told him it wasn't necessary. He was in search of his napkin.

It was the one Eirlys had given him with the embroidery. He always kept it in his pocket on important days.

A good luck charm of a sort.

He went through all of his trousers in his trunk, creating quiet a mess by the time he found said handkerchief in one of the pockets.

While the princes shouted as they paced around the room, rummaging through things and getting dressed, the ladies too were quiet chaotic.

"Oh gods I think I ripped it"

"No you did not, don't fret"

Eirlys had sat on her chair whilst her mother, along with two other ladies' maids, did her hair. And once she stood up to look at herself in the mirror she felt her dress getting stuck in something and she just tugged at it before she remembered this was her wedding dress and not her usual attire.