The Rogue Prince has lost his wife in a terrible accident which leaves him the option to remarry.
Lady Anastasia Tully is a kind girl from the Riverlands thrown into the mess of the dragon family - a mess she is trying so hard to avoid yet it seems...
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The grand day finally arrived.
She looks at herself in the mirror.
This is it. This is the moment.
Lady Anastasia was already in her wedding gown which was made of Valyrian materials and color (mostly red). She has no colors of her house whatsoever, only her maiden clock that she has on has her house colors (a pretty beautiful blue color). She still couldn't believe she is going to get married to the Rogue Prince. She really didn't think it was going to happen but here she is...waiting for this moment to be completely over.
Queen Aemma told her that the wedding usually happens faster than one thinks.
Anastasia could lie to herself and say that information didn't make her want to run away and gag at the matter in front of Aemma but instead she didn't. She only accepted it. Her family would have wanted her to accept — and so, she did.
Her ladies-in-waiting were geeking about the ceremony. She loves them dearly but the only one who asked her how she was and comforted her with a hug was Lady Jeyne Rowan.
The wedding is going to take place in the throne room and later on, Prince Daemon and Lady Anastasia will move to Dragonstone to spend their two month honeymoon alone in the hopes that perhaps she is with child by the time.
Lady Anastasia walks the corridors of the Red Keep with Ser Adrian following shortly behind. She holds her hands to stop them from shaking and notices right away how sweaty they are.
For fucks sake!
She immediately spotted her mother who gave her a warm long very needed hug.
"My girl." Her mother pulls away. "Your sister is with your cousin in the crowd. I just wanted to see you before."
Anastasia nods. "I have missed you mother."
Her mother caressed her hand. "I love you my darling girl."
Anastasia's father approaches with a smile. "Are you ready?"
No. She doesn't think she is fully ready. She still manages to nod. "I am." She wraps her hands around her fathers arms.
Her mother places a kiss on her cheek. "I'll see you later."
***
Everyone is there. Everyone.
From House Tully to House Stark to House Tyrell to even some members of House Martell. It made Anastasia more nervous than she was before.
Her father handed her to Prince Daemon who had a satisfied grin on his face as they stood face to face with each other.
An old man dressed in old Valyrian clothes looks at the two of them and later looks at Daemon firmly and addresses him. "You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection."
