Whispered Serenade

A Targaryen Wedding

127 AC

Helaena had devoted countless hours to sewing her sister's wedding dress herself. She had journeyed all the way from Dorne, filled with excitement and trepidation, to partake in this momentous occasion. The dress was nothing short of a masterpiece, crafted from luxurious white silk that cascaded fluidly to the floor. Intricate patterns resembling dragon scales shimmered in the light, giving the garment a mythical quality. A golden belt cinched the waist, complemented by delicate jewellery that glinted like stars scattered across the night sky. The striking black embroidery, reminiscent of the great Targaryen dragons, told a story of power and legacy. Long, flowing sleeves echoed the style of Alicent's own wedding gown, while a warm black cloak, emblazoned with House Targaryen's sigil in crimson, completed the outfit. Though elegant, it was simple—an intentional nod to the fact that soon it would be replaced by Aegon's own cloak, a symbol of their union. Helaena had braided Alyssa's auburn hair exquisitely, twisting it into a regal arrangement that accentuated her sister's beauty. With a soft gasp, Alyssa couldn't help but admire her reflection in the mirror.

"What do you think?" Helaena's voice was tinged with a blend of anxiety and hope.

"It's perfect..." Alyssa breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "You have outdone yourself, Sister." A radiant smile illuminated her face. "Thank you."

"Thank you for trusting me with this." Helaena's expression softened. "It means more than you know."

Overcome with affection, Alyssa turned and enveloped her sister in a warm embrace, savoring the fleeting moment. Helaena looked enchanting in her light pink dress, a striking homage to her Dornish heritage. Their gazes locked, each pair of eyes filled with love and longing. Taking her sister's hand, Alyssa led them out of the chamber where Aemond awaited them. He would serve as her escort to the altar; their father, weakened by age and illness, would not be there, and if she were honest, she was relieved by his absence.

Aemond, strikingly handsome in his dark green attire embellished with black leather, wore a proud smile as he caught sight of his sister. "Aegon is truly the lucky one," he declared, his voice filled with brotherly affection.

Alyssa let out a soft laugh, her heart lifting at his words. Although she was only fourteen, both her mother and Aegon had promised that the marriage would remain unconsummated until her fifteenth name day. The bond between them had flourished over the years; they had often flown their dragons together, stolen peaceful moments within the castle gardens, and found joy in one another's company. Their courtship with Aegon had unfolded naturally, each day drawing them closer. The prospect of a life intertwined with her family brought her comfort.

As they approached the Sept, a blend of nobles and common folk filled the space with whispered excitement. The Queen stood near the altar, poised as a regal figure alongside her elder son. Aegon cast anxious glances around, fidgeting in his black clothing adorned with golden dragons. His mother's craftsmanship was evident in the cloak draped around his shoulders, a green fabric emblazoned with a magnificent golden Targaryen dragon. Helaena's arrival brought a rush of relief; Alyssa's moment was nearing. With a supportive glance, Helaena moved to their mother's side.

"I missed you so much," the Queen enveloped Helaena in an embrace, her eyes shining with maternal warmth.

"I missed you as well, Mother," Helaena replied, the gentle squeeze eliciting a slight flinch from her at the intensity of the affection.

"How fares your life in Dorne?" Alicent inquired, genuine curiosity lacing her tone.

"It is warm," Helaena answered, her thoughts drifting to sun-soaked days and fragrant gardens.