In the midst of the dragon home, tensions arise and sides are chosen. To keep peace between the greens and blacks, Rhaenyra offers her eldest child, Aelanys Velaryon, to wed Alicent Hightower's son, Aegon II.
Aelanys knew being the eldest and futur...
AEMOND SIGHED AS he and all the guests waited for the ceremony to begin. He had spent most of his morning lost in thought as he rode Vhagar in order to avoid his brother and mother. Though once he landed his beastly dragon, Alicent was there waiting for him along with Aegon. Aemond did not take nearly as much time ready himself ── mostly because he wanted to finish rather quickly to hide away in solitude.
Sweet notes of mandarin, tonka bean, sandalwood, and hints of lavender lingered onto the prince's leathers he adorned. He sat impatiently at the center of the Royal table all clad in black and green attire.
Turing to his right side, he only saw his poor withering father with a smile painted across his face. While, his mother and grandsire held her usual look of distaste. Eyeing his left side of the table, he could see his half-sister smiling and engaging in small talk with Daemon. Aemond found himself scoffing at the sight of his bastard nephews so well mannered with their betrothed. Grinning, the one eye prince purposefully moved his chair back causing as much noise as possible. Grabbing his wine, he motioned his cup upward thinking of how much chaos he could cause with a few words.
All small talk silenced at the sound of the one eye prince moving his chair back. Grinning, Aemond took a moment to relish in the attention he was receiving. Though, before he could even speak, the grand doors opened while squires announced, "Princess Aelanys Velaryon! Future heir to the iron throne!"
His breath hitched at the sight of her. Many of the realm folk whispered throughout the kingdoms she was a fallen star, seeing as how celestial her beauty radiated. Aemond would scoff at their gossip and whispers when he heard of such things being said. Though standing before her now felt as though he was peering into the night sky into the shimmering stars. His mind was in awe of the white beaded dress she adorned, he could not imagine how a dress so stunning was made hastily. Though, the one eye prince knew better than to be surprised seeing as his father would go to the ends of the world to give his granddaughter everything she needed and more.
Aemond did not even notice, his half sister and father leave their seats to escort the princess who awaited patiently for them. Rhaenyra held her father's hand as they made their way to greet glowing bride. Once they reached her a melodious sound filled the hall from Westeros' most well-known harpist. The one eye prince was thankful the harpist was enough to pull him from the trance he was in. He quickly set his wine down fully and quickly closed the small gape of his mouth. Clearing his throat, Aemond moved to the front of the table to greet his bride.
Viserys and Rhaenyra escorted the princess on either side of her as they walked in between the pillars. Most of the guests eyed their princess with awe and envy. Aemond could not blame the envious looks ── he knew as well as any one in that hall no one would ever match the beauty of Aelanys Velaryon.
