Damsel ||Aemond , Aegon Targaryen|| (Book 1)

010 - Shackles and rings

Viserra looked at nothing but the floor to ensure she wouldn't trip up, when she eventually made it to the alter she finally looked up.

"Hello Princess.. right shall we start" the high septon coughed.

Viserras lip began to tremble as she slowly nodded her head and turned to see Aegon who for once, was not drunk.

"Esteemed lords and ladies, we gather here today under the divine gaze of the Seven to witness the union of two illustrious houses, the Velaryons and the Targaryens. In the sacred bonds of marriage, Viserra Velaryon and Aegon Targaryen come together, uniting their bloodlines and forging a new chapter in the history of our noble realm."

"As High Septon, it is my honor to officiate this blessed union, and I speak on behalf of the gods themselves when I say that this union is ordained by fate. Let it be known that in joining their hearts, Viserra and Aegon not only pledge their love to one another but also vow to honor the ancient traditions and responsibilities that come with their esteemed lineages." He continued.

"Love to one another" Viserra thought to herself. There was no love between Viserra and Aegon only hate.

Viserra adjusted her head and turned to look at Aemond who was sat in the crowd stating back at her and Viserra quickly snapped her head back into Aegons gaze.

"May the light of the Seven guide their path, illuminating their journey with wisdom, compassion, and understanding. Let us offer our prayers and blessings for their union, that it may be as enduring and steadfast as the stone upon which this sept stands." He declared.

"With the blessings of the gods and the witness of all gathered here, I pronounce Viserra Velaryon and Aegon Targaryen as husband and wife, bound together in love and unity for all eternity. May their union bring prosperity to their houses and glory to the realm. Seven blessings upon them both." He concluded and the hall erupted with applause.

"You can kiss now" he smiled and eagerly waited.

Viserra started to stutter as she attempted to explain she couldn't but there was no need for that as Aegon already took a step forward and lifted her chin up with his finger and a soft kiss on her lips.

Not only was Viserra shocked about the kiss, she was just as shocked about how gentle he was with it.

Maybe Aegon wasn't so bad after all.

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The wedding dinner proved her oh so very wrong.

Aegon was just as bad as she thought, it was now clear he was definitely going to make no effort in this marriage and as he was on his 6th cup of the night she was sure he would storm off and she would sleep alone.

The wedding after-party was a vibrant affair, filled with music, wine, and food fit for royalty. The sounds of harps and flutes echoed through the halls, setting a joyous atmosphere for the celebration. Tables groaned under the weight of the dishes, from roasted meats to savory pies and delicate pastries.

As the revelry continued into the night, Aegon Targaryen indulged in the abundant wine, his laughter growing louder with each passing glass. His cheeks flushed with merriment, he seemed to lose himself in the festivities, unaware of the concerned glances exchanged by some of the guests.

As the night deepened, the atmosphere in the grand hall grew more spirited, with guests from all corners of the realm joining in the revelry. Among them was Aemond, His gaze lingered on Viserra with a mixture of admiration and longing, his heart heavy with what had happened between then in the stairwell previously

Amidst the throng of well-wishers and courtiers, a sense of camaraderie prevailed, as old friendships were rekindled and new alliances forged in the spirit of unity and celebration. The air was alive with laughter and conversation, punctuated by bursts of applause for the musicians who serenaded the guests with lively tunes.

Yet, beneath the veneer of merriment, a palpable tension simmered, fueled by the whispered rumors and clandestine glances exchanged among the guests. Some cast furtive glances at Aegon, whose exuberance bordered on recklessness, while others stole sympathetic glances at Viserra, who was clearly moments from a mental breakdown as tears weld in her eyes.

Throughout it all, Aemond's unwavering gaze remained fixed on Viserra, his heart aching with unspoken longing for the girk who had captured his soul. Though he wished it was him who wed her, he has a duty to the realm.

Viserra struggled to maintain her composure amidst the whirlwind of emotions. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears as she watched Aegons's excessive drinking

Despite her inner turmoil, Viserra valiantly kept a serene facade, mingling with the guests and offering gracious smiles to those around her. She found solace in the music, allowing its melodies to soothe her troubled mind and transport her to a place of fleeting tranquility amidst the chaos.

As the night wore on, Viserra was debating dealing with things the way Aegon did and drinking her problems away but she thought it best not to as she had heard the bedding ceremony was quite tedious and she did not want to fail whatever test it be.

Aemond never once took his eye off Viserra and Viserra never once looked at him, fearing she would fall to her knees sobbing if she dared to.