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The Great Hall was filled with laughter, dancing, and loud music. Alana sat next to Aegon, he had a goblet of wine in his hand staring at the dancing crowd.
The King sat in the center of the table, a slightly bloodied cloth in his hand. The Queen sat next to him, staring at Rhaenyra and Daemon dance in the middle of the hall. Next to The Queen sat Daeron and Aemond, next to Aemond was Helaena who played with her necklace as she spoke hushed riddles and next to her was Otto Hightower.
Cregan and Arra sat next to Alana, but had gotten up a few minutes earlier, both of them stood watching the dance floor, speaking to each other.
Alana sighed to herself, watching as her newly husband now drank his wine emptying the cup in one sip. Alana looked away from her husband, and stood up from her chair, holding the skirts of her dress walking towards her brother and his wife.
Aegon turned his head towards Alana who suddenly stood up and walked away, even tho they had only spoken twice since her being here he hadn't wanted her to leave, he looked away from her and poured more wine.
"Sister." Cregan nodded at his sister, his hand on Arra's waist.
"Brother, I apologize for earlier I hadn't really had time to talk with you for long." Alana smiled at him, fidgeting with her rings.
Cregan shrugged his shoulders, "I don't mind, as long as i'm with family now." He scratched his stubble beard. "Tho we are leaving on the morrow..It is too hot here.."
"So soon?" Alana tilted her head to the side.
"Starks do not like the south sister." Cregan chuckled as Arra nodded beside him, rubbing her slight bump on her stomach.
"Yet I have to stay here." Alana sighed, looking back towards the dancing crowd.
Cregan chucked, scratching his chin yet again, a habit he'd had since they were children. "Don't look so upset on your wedding day sister."
Alana sighs, looking back at him "I am not upset."
"Right, well i'm going to get some ale." Cregan nodded before walking away, leaving Alana and Arra.
"I do hope Cregan knows that southerners choose wine over ale." Alana sighs, fidgeting with her rings on her hands.
"He'll learn." Arra smiled, rubbing her the bump on her stomach. "Are you nervous for the bedding ceremony?"
"Shit...I forgot about the bedding ceremony." Alana shook her head, bitting the inside of her cheek.
Arra let out sigh, smiling. "I don't think it'll be that horrible, perhaps if he's drunk enough The Queen won't let him do it."
Both of them were cut off from their talk, as Cregan came back carrying wine. "I could not find ale, so wine will do. So sister, how's the prince? Still a drunkard?"
"Careful brother, there's eyes everywhere." Alana said, but nodded. "But I suppose, his drinking is not so bad as when we were children."
Cregan chuckled before looking at the dancing crowd, not saying anything. He finished his wine and places it onto a nearby table. "Still prefer ale over that."
"Come husband, let us dance." Arra smiled, grabbing his hand, Cregan excusing them both.
Alana smiled at the pair, before walking towards the high table that was near the iron throne. Alana grabbed her goblet of wine, and slowly sipped it, watching as Aegon looked at the lords and ladies dancing, probably on his forth cup of wine.
Aegon looked back at Alana who sat in her seat. Aegon looked back at the dancers, picking at the skin around his nail.
"I do not mean to be rude, but do you ever stop drinking?" Alana asked him, even tho she sipped from her own wine.
Aegon eyed the goblet in her hand, "But your the one holding your own wine." He smirked bit.
Alana looks away and sets her goblet down, "I suppose you're right." She chuckled.
Aegon slightly smiled, looking down at his hands. He opened his mouth to talk but The Queen Alicent came over.
Alicent smiled at the pair, "The King is leaving to go rest. It's time for the bedding ceremony."
Both Aegon and Alana's smiles went down, but nodded nonetheless, standing up.
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Aegon and Alana sat on the bed, waiting for the old maester to finish his words. Next to the maester stood Queen Alicent, and Otto Hightower, in that moment Alana was happy that both her parents were dead, she would have hated herself if they saw her in such a moment with another.
The Old Maester finished his words, and nodded at the pair, closing the curtains that surrounded the bed.
Alana laid back on the bed, her legs still tightly shut. Aegon unbuckling his belt around his hips, before putting it onto the bed, looking at Alana.
Alana bit the inside of her cheek, before opening her legs a bit, pulling up her nightgown towards her upper thighs.
Aegon gently laid on top of her pushing her legs more wider, and pulling down his trousers to his thighs. "Please be gentle." Alana muttered so only he could hear, Aegon looked at her and nodded, before pushing himself into her.
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