The Dragon's Heart Is Mine || Geralt Targaryen [1]

66 • THE TYRELLS OF HIGHGARDEN

10 MOONS LATER........

It was the month of Prince Geralt and Lady Alicent's matrimonial wedding, everyday the bells rang in conjugal bliss.

Jocelyn was happy for the aurburn haired, but they never got to bond, just exchanged pleasantries here and there. The worst was Rheanyra, they never saw eye to eye, but gazing at each other like enemies.

However the metallic gold invitation seemed innocent enough, but every time Jocelyn read it her tummy tightened into a knot.

Conjugal Matrimony

King Viserys of House Targaryen

Weds

Lady Margaery of House Tyrell

By Springs End, On A Forth Night in the Grand Sept of Baelor.

The whispers of Westeros carry through the halls about her persona. Despite she's going to be the fourth wife, they all praise rather seem to praise the third wife with high esteem.

"She’s To Be Queen Now" a man tells his counterpart.

"Gods be good, two rivals in the Red Keep."

"Real housewives, if you're to believe they'd live in peace. I just hope they don't drive the King to an early grieve."

"The King has a good eye." another woman mutters to her counterparts.

"Two wives, all to himself. Enjoyment."

"I wished he married only Margaery Tyrell."

"I prefer Jocelyn Darklyn." a seamstress tells  her gossip partner.

"Margaery Tyrell is a phenomenal rose."

"I'd give anything to be fifth wife." a fat old woman tells her fat female friends as they burst out laughing.

Jocelyn tore the invitation into shreds and dumped it at the fire, right in the hearth at the middle of the room. She takes the parchment Margaery sent to her along to watch the parade in the kingdom.

"My rival, a Tyrell of Highgarden. Gods be damned if I let her outshine me." She hissed with derision before stepping out of her quarters to the Red Keep the city was in awe of the arrival of their new Queen. Her rival.

"Why would send me a letter, stating she want to sup with me? When she clearly knows well soon be taking turns in warming the King's bed. It could be curiosity", Jocelyn supposed as different thoughts crowded her head.

Perhaps Margaery Tyrell wanted to get the measure of the rival she’d be facing in the Red Keep. "Does she resent me just as I resent her, I wonder?."

"Does she think I bear her ill? Ofcourse I'll do. She's the third wife and I'm the fourth, the last. I'll make sure her joy turns to ash in her mouth"

Finally at the bâtiments, Jocelyn watched from the castle walls as Margaery Tyrell and her escort made their way up Aegon’s High Hill.

Viserys had met this new bride-to-be at the King’s Gate to welcome come her to the city, and they rode side by side on horses through cheering crowds, The King glittering in  gilded armor and the Tyrell girl splendid in a green dress with gold embroidery, and a cloak of autumn flowers blowing from her shoulders with her rich brown hair flowing behind.

Jocelyn scoffs, her emerald green eyes gleaming with jealous

Margaery was twenty and six, older than her with two years, had brown-haired and teal blue eyes, slender and beautiful.