In order to bring your families together your sister and mother propose you marry the future king, the man you'd been taught to hate. The both of you struggle to make the marriage work, while dealing with your decaying family.
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Waking up you found Helaena was already awake and out of bed. You rose, putting on the dress from last night before finding your way back to your own room. There waiting, were the maid-hands looking to ready you for the day. You allowed them to do your hair and powder your face, though you allowed yourself to pick through dresses. The touch of their hands was not something you enjoyed.
Flipping through your dresses you found yourself at a loss. You were used to green. Even attending funerals you wore deep greens, like the forest at night. For a moment your fingers ran across an emerald dress. It would be comfortable, what you were used to. You ached to wear it, but your hand landed on a black one instead. It was black like the night sky, though it held no stars. The neckline was high, dignified, and the sleeves long. It was perfect for a daughter mourning her father. You had the maid-hands help you get into it, adding a black veil that flowed behind you, staying in place because of a headband that sat in your hair. You looked like a princess, one who had just lost someone, who lost her King.
You turned and thanked your helpers, sending them away with a smile. Then, you left the room yourself, off to track down all your siblings so your mother didn't have to, anything to ease the burden on her, and to increase yours. Walking to Aemond's room, you knocked before entering. He was just putting on his eye-patch as he turned to greet you. He was wearing all black, though the lining of what he was wearing was green. His hair was braided loosely behind him.
"You look nice," he said, "The veil is very Mother," he commented.
You nodded, "As is the green."
His lips got thinner, "We are still Hightowers."
"I did not say it was bad, though maybe we should all add some red to our wardrobes," you commented back, walking to straighten his shirt and brush back loose hairs, "I need you to be on your best behavior today."
He scoffed, letting you continue to preen at him, "It's Father's funeral, of course I will be."
"Lucerys and his brothers arrived last night," his eyes darkened some, "And they have lost their grandfather. You will be polite, or not speak to them at all, for Mother and the Queen. They deserve to mourn in peace."
