𝑩𝑹𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑹𝑼𝑬

☁︎ 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

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112 AC

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Laerra stood in front of her mirror as she had been put into what would be her wedding dress. The previous day, they had arrived in Dorne. It had not been as bad as she would've assumed.

Her dress had been white with golden embroidery of seashells that made her feel a bit comforted as she had not yet met her husband. Her mother now stood behind her as she fixed her hair.

"I can guarantee he isn't bad. He is also your age, which means you shall have barely any differences between you." Her mother tells her as she finishes the braid and places her hands on her shoulders.

"I don't fear him. I fear leaving you, my family." Laerra said as she turned and saw a frown on her mother's face. "My dear, we may be far, but we are never truly that far. You shall visit whenever you wish." Rhaenys tells her daughter, who looks close to tears.

"Oh, my dear," Rhaenys says as she wraps her daughter into her arms. She cradled Laerras head onto her shoulder as Laerra tried not to cry. "We will send letters by raven every day if it brings you comfort." She explained before they heard the door open.

"The carriage is ready, my lady." A maid says to the two as they part. "Your father is waiting. We will all be right behind you. Don't feel nervous, we're here." She says to her daughter, who nods her head before letting out a breath and following the maid.

She took in the way the walls were open and the designs on the walls. She envied how colorful it was compared to Driftmark, where she had been raised. "This way." The maid says, turning a corner leading to steps and the carriage.

As she walked down, she smiled, seeing her father standing by the door holding it. He gave her a soft smile before helping her inside and then getting in after her. He sat beside her and held his hand out.

"I sense your nerves. I do believe your mother has spoken to you." He asked as she placed her hand in his, and he squeezed it. She felt a little more comforted having her father beside her.

"She has. Though the customs are the same, are they not?" She asked, looking up at her father as she heard people speaking outside the carriage as they made their way through.

"It is so there shall be no reason to be nervous." He tells her, making her nod as she turns her head to look out at the people. The rest of the ride was silent as neither knew what more to say.

Though the carriage stopped, she tightened her grip on her father's hand, who turned toward her. "They will take care of you here. I promise you." He tells her as he releases her hand, stands to open the door, and steps out.

She stood and stepped out, her eyes widening as she saw the sept. It had been her first time in one as her father walked beside her. A maid hurried toward them, handing him a large cloak.

She looked at him, seeing her family's colors and sigil. She turned her back to her father, and he placed it onto her shoulders. It was heavily weighted, and she shrugged it onto her neck.

Her father held his arm out, making her look at him, linking her arm to his before looking straight.

They walked up the steps as the doors had already been open, and she could see people inside. Her heart beat faster as they passed the people, and she saw her soon-to-be husband.

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