The Dragon-Tamer

21

(pretend that the dress has red on the sleeves and the bottom of the skirt; i could not find a good picture of a Valyrian wedding dress)

*ONE MONTH LATER*

It had not taken much to convince the King to marry Feyre to Daemon. In fact, he was all too happy to have Feyre officially join his family. Many were surprised when King Viserys announced their engagement, as Feyre's husband died of heart failure only a month before.

"I cannot believe you are getting married again," Roslyn said as she admired her sister in her wedding dress.

Roslyn noticed that her older sister was happier today than she had been when she married Silas. It felt nice to see her sister really smile.

Feyre laughed at her little sister, "You say that like I've been married ten times, Ros."

Rhaenyra sat on Feyre's bed, holding Roslyn'a youngest daughter, Freyda. She bounced the little babe in her arms as she watched the siblings laugh together.

Feyre did look beautiful, but Rhaenyra always thought that. Her dark hair was curled and styled elegantly to showcase her emerald necklace, and her wedding robes made her look like a angel.

They all heard a knock on Feyre's door and Cedric poked his head in, "Are you all decent?"

"You can come in, Ced," Feyre smiled and smoothed her dress down.

He opened the door and walked in, followed by Aemma, "She wanted to see you, sister."

"You look so pretty, Mama," Aemma wrapped her arms around her mother's torso.

Feyre laughed and kissed her on the head, "Thank you, darling, you look very beautiful as well."

The girl pulled away and twirled in her baby blue dress, making all the adults laugh. Aemma stumbled a bit, feeling a bit dizzy.

"Calm down, sweet girl," Feyre placed her hands on Aemma's shoulders to steady her, "You're going to hurt yourself."

"Alright, you little rascal, let us go with your cousins while your mother finishes getting ready," Roslyn held out her hand.

Aemma nodded and hugged Feyre again, "I love you, Mama."

"I love you, sweetling," Feyre squeezed her, "I'll see you in a bit."

Roslyn took Aemma's hand and looked at her brother, "Can you grab the baby, Cedric?"

"Come here, little one," Cedric gently took Freyda from Rhaenyra, "Say goodbye to the Princess."

Freyda waved her little hand at Rhaenyra and babbled, making the Princess laugh, "Goodbye, Lady Freyda!"

The door closes, leaving Feyre and Rhaenyra alone. The former looked at herself in the mirror, looking over her dress. The off-white fabric was dyed with red on the ends of the sleeves and skirt. It was custom-made for her to resemble that of Old Valyria, a gift from Rhaenyra.

"You do look absolutely gorgeous, my love," Rhaenyra whispered in Feyre's ear, wrapping her arms around her torso from behind.

Feyre laughed and held her lover's hands, "Thank you, my sun."

"I cannot believe that I've seen you in wedding gown twice already," Rhaenyra placed her head on Feyre's shoulder, scrunching her face, "And you're marrying someone else."

Feyre clicked her tongue and turned around, "I thought that you were alright with this, Nyra?"

Rhaenyra closed her eyes, feeling like a child, "I am, but it has just hit me today; you will be married to my uncle."