An image of Visenyra's wedding dress is in the media above this was as close as I could get to what I imagined.
The Red Keep was bustling with servants and nobles attempting to ensure that this day would go well. Standing in her room Visenyra grinned it was her wedding day. The women who were helping her get ready placed the dress she had designed on her bed. Her hair was braided and intertwined in the braids where strings of jewels, she smiled at Khepri and carefully wove the jewels into her hair before piling the braids on her head in an elaborate style all around the crown Mekar had sent as a wedding gift.
The only makeup she wore was the soft pink glistening colour applied to her lips when Khepri stepped back there were tears in her eyes. "You look beautiful and you're not even in your dress yet" The women in the room laughed each one of them was the Ladies- in-waiting for the princess and had grown up alongside her while making a name for themselves in the court while she travelled. Each wore a dress made from Myrish silk, with their own distinct jewel sets. Visenyra had organised her entire wedding only telling her family it would be like that of her first life.
Her eyes filled with excitement as they all helped her into the dress and fastened it. In her past life, she dreamed of getting married but never got that chance. However, she had planned out her wedding down to the dress a beautiful silk A-line dress with long sleeves and a low back, back then A-line dresses suited her best. Now however her dress had changed a lot more daring than the women of this day but beautiful regardless.
Her veil was new to them but carefully pinned into her hair it flowed past her dress and showed the embroidered sigils of both houses combined her cloak was carefully placed over her gown as the door opened and Rhaenyra entered the room. "Sister, you look beautiful" Aemma behind her nodded in agreement before calming herself "Your father is ready" Visenyra smiled and turned towards the door.
Viserys was a pacifist who tried to see the best in everyone but when he entered the room his world stopped. His daughter was getting married his little warrior who constantly sassed him was becoming a woman. For the first time in his life, he genuinely wanted to murder someone just to ensure that she would stay his untouched beloved child, but he could not do that without causing her sadness. The bright smile on her face said everything. "Shall we" Visenyra smiled and took her father's hand each of her ladies in waiting lined up in front of her with them was Mekar's trusted friend.
As the doors opened the crowds stood and watched as the famed women entered on the arms of noblemen from different parts of Westeros and Essos before separating and standing behind the groom, while the women stood in the place the bride would be. This was strange but somehow, they liked it that was when Queen and youngest princess entered dressed in beautiful gowns of black and red. Now they knew the bride would be seen soon.
Mekar marvelled as the woman he loved walked towards him on her father's arm the gown of white silk, with jewels carefully sewed into it, there were no sleeves as the dress clung to her chest and the rest of her body at her waist there was more silk flared out to balance the tightness of the dress he assumed. She wore no jewellery as it would be too extravagant but against her tanned skin everything looked beautiful, she was almost glowing.
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The Targaryen Queen
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