The Gentle Queen: HOTD

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"It is with great pleasure that I announce the start of the royal wedding." Viserys announced to the nobles that a noble house had entered the room.

"House Lannister with their Lord Jason Lannister, Lord Paramount of the West and Master of Casterly Rock," Ser Harrold announced as the lions entered the room smugly.

"House Hightower, with their Lord Hobert Hightower, Beacon of the South, Defender of the Citadel, the voice of old town," the knight announced as the Hightower house entered the room, standing tall.

"Congratulations, Your Grace; you have made a fine match for the princess," Lord Jason Lannister said as he approached the royal table that sat Viserys, Lord Lynoel Strong, Rhaenyra, and Alicent with an empty chair where Lillian should be.

"Thank you, Lord Jason. I could think of no better man than Ser Laenor." Rhaenyra responded for her father, smirking at the lion lord, whose face pinched at her response.

"Well, if this is only the welcome fest, I admit I cannot imagine what you might have planned for the actual wedding," the man added, looking around the beautifully decorated room.

"Well, my daughter is the future queen. I wanted this to be bedding for the histories," Viserys said with a bright smile as Rhaenyra smirked once again, sharing a look with Alicent excited about the power she would receive.

"Where is the Queen? I had hoped to pay my respects, and that reminds me of Lady Alicent. I am sorry to hear that your father was sent away," he said, smiling at the red-headed brunette, who sent a tense smile back.

"I understand the queen is still preparing herself for the celebrations." Viserys informed the man tensely as he thought about his wife and what happened mere hours ago.

"This is why men rage war... because women would never be ready for the battle in time." Jason joked with a chuckle, making it more awkward than it already was.

"Your presence is always such a pleasure, Lord Jason," Rhaenyra remarked stiffly.

"Your Grace, Princess Rhaenyra, congratulations are in order." Gerold Royce said he approached the royal table.

"We are very honored to have you as a guest, Ser Gerold," Viserys countered. "I must say I was most distressed to hear of Lady Rhae's tragic passing. I am very sorry for your loss," he lied.

"Lady Rhae was a unique character. Her kind is not soon to be seen again."

"If there is anything the crown might do to aid House Royce," Viserys tarted but were cut off.

"Lord Corlys of House Velaryon, Lord of Driftmark, and his lady wife, Princess Rhaenys Targaryen, and their son and heir, Ser Laenor Velaryon, the future prince consort." Ser Harrold announced as the family house walked in together, standing tall and looking powerful.

"My betrothed," the young cousins greeted as they bowed to each other, both sharing a smile before making their way to the table.

It wasn't long before Daemon strutted into the great hall, smirking as he approached his brother. The two stared at each other before Viserys sighed, nodding for a chair to be brought over, making Daemon smirk even more before sitting as Viserys stood up.

"Be welcomed as we join together in celebration. Tonight is only the beginning. We honor the crown's oldest and fiercest ally, House Velaryon. Reaching back to the old Valyria and the Age of Dragons with House Targaryen and House Vel-" Viserys began his speech, but the doors swinging open stopped him and took everyone's attention.

"Her Grace Queen Lillian Hightower, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, Lady Wife to His Grace Viserys Targaryen," Ser Harrold announced, looking at the young girl.