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A Few Hours Later In the Throne Room: The Wedding of Prince Daemon Targaryen & Lady Laena Velaryon
Once the feast was over, Lords and Ladies began arising from their chairs to dance. Among them, the Bride and Groom walked to the middle of the Throne Room and danced closely together. As they did, everyone became still for the image of them was beautiful. They had the brightest smiles, (smirks for Daemon), and were lost in each other's eyes. It was truly quite a sight.
They looked so in love, similar to how the King and Queen looked at each other during their wedding years ago.
As the dancing began, the King and Queen made their way down the table to speak to Lord Corlys and the Lady Hand. Once they got to their intended target, Lord Corlys stood up and approached the couple. The Lady Hand followed along since it was her job to watch over her cousin, the King. Regardless of her husband being the hostile one to said King.
"My King, My Queen", seethed Lord Corlys.
Once his tone of voice was acknowledged by the royal couple, their body language became tense, which drew the eyes of the Princess and the Rouge Prince. It drew in Rhaenyra, who was still at the table chatting with her friend, the Queen's sister, and alongside that drew in Daemon, who was still dancing with his soon-to-be wife.
The King and Queen stood their ground against the tone of Lord Corlys. Viserys' Lady Hand seemed to be in exacerbation over the actions of her husband. "Is that the proper tone you should be using to address your King and Queen? Watch yourself, Lord Corlys. For you are treading on very thin ice here...", spoke Queen Annora.
She was positively pissed with the audacity of the Lord of House Velaryon. His daughter is marrying the crown Prince and he's upset that his son isn't marrying Princess Rhaenyra? What a joke. I should kick his ass out. The fact that he's having a temper tantrum at his daughter's wedding over the fact that his gay son will not be marrying the Princess and not to mention the fact that his wife is Lady Hand to the King is fucking childish.
The Queen was almost about to slap this stupid fucking Lord across his face when her husband grabbed the front of Lord Corlys shirt and brought him straight up into his face to say, "You speak in that tone to my wife ever again, I will gut you where you stand. Do I have your understanding?". Lord Corlys paled and nodded his head.
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