Heir's Apartments, the Red Keep: 113 AC
Aelinor stood before the full sized mirror, dressed in her wedding gown.
In this world by tradition, ball gowns were worn. The finer the gown, the larger the skirt. Aelinor had not wanted to wear that, so she had had a specific dressed tailored just for her wedding.
It was a grecian style dress, an elegantly slender, sleeveless, flowing gown made from the finest white silk the crown could afford, with floral patterns around her waist. The front was a v shaped, though her breasts were hidden by the cloth. The back was also v shaped, but decorated with a panel of see through white lace that floated behind her like a cape when she walked. She wore gold knee length sandals on her feet.
The silk hugged her body, showing off all of her curves and lithe figure.
"You look beautiful, Princess." Celia complimented.
"Of course she is. Only the most beautiful woman can catch the eye of Laenor Velaryon." Joanna Lannister scoffed. "And our Princess is the most beautiful woman in the realm."
"Thank you, Joanna, Celia." Aelinor said.
"Now for the jewelry." Alayne announced.
Aelinor smiled faintly as her wedding jewelry was brought out. She chose a pair of dragon shaped earrings with diamonds for eyes, a necklace of Valyrian steel and white moonstones adorned her neck, and on her brow was a circlet of Valyrian steel and milky quartz.
Her long, white gold hair was styled into a braided crown. It shimmered in the sunlight, with tiny white diamonds having been carefully woven among her hair.
"You are a goddess amongst men, my dear." her father said, entering the room. "Thank you, father." Aelinor smiled. "Were is Daena?"
"Your mother and I agreed that she is too young for the wedding." Viserys said. "Are you ready?"
"With Fire and Blood, father." Aelinor said, taking his hand.
Daemon Targaryen
Castle Sept, the Red Keep: 113 AC
Daemon drummed his fingers on his thigh, sitting next to his wife. The doors opened and he turned to see his niece, and his breath caught.
Without a doubt, Aelinor looked lovely in the shades of purple, beautiful in the shades of red, striking in black, and regal in both black and red.
But she looked ethereal in white.
And that was the look she accomplished without a doubt on the day of her wedding.
Daemon had realized a year ago he had started to fall for his niece. But when he had agreed to marry Laena Velaryon, was when he realized he was in love with the Princess of Dragonstone.
And now he was at her wedding, to marry the brother of his wife.
Aegarax, give me strength. he prayed as the ceremony started.
Back to Aelinor's POV
Castle Sept, the Red Keep: 113 AC
Viserys let go of her and she walked up the steps and stood across from Laenor. He gave her a nod and she smiled back.
The High Septon began the vows. Aelinor tuned them out until it was time for the wedding rings.
Since neither Laenor was marrying into House Targaryen and Aelinor was not marrying into House Velaryon, they had come up with a compromise of wedding rings.
Laenor put the wedding ring meant for her onto her ring finger. The band was made of Valyrian steel and decorated amethysts and rose quartz. She put his ring onto him.
This one had a band made from titanium and inlaid with emeralds and pearls.
They kissed quickly and swiftly, remembering the promises and vows they had made.
A marriage not of romance and love, but of friendship and support, respect and companionship.
Notes:
And that is the Platinum Wedding. I kept it simple, since unlike in the books or House of the Dragon, Ser Crispin is not around to ruin it.
Which means Joffrey lives!
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