Reminisce // Aemond Targaryen

VIII Blood Of Two

Viserra was awoken at first light by a group of hurrying maids. She was bathed and dressed before she found herself conscious. Her crimson wedding dress was hidden beneath her Valyrian robes, her headpiece weighing down on her. She dismissed the maids to have a moment to herself.

Viserra pulled Aemond's gifts from her vanity. Slipping on her stockings swiftly, eyeing her ruby ring before sliding it onto her middle finger.

She stared at herself in the mirror. Her ancestral robes covered her body, the headpiece weighed on her. 

I'm getting married. Seven fucking hells.

It's not as if she didn't expect it, everything just happened so fast. She had less than a week to grapple with her marriage, and that didn't help in how confused she was about her uncle. 

She ran her fingers through her hair as she studied herself once more.

Her silver curls flowed freely down her back and framed her face. Her dangly ruby and sapphire earrings decorate her ears. 

She was ready.

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Viserra rode down to The Blackwater Bay in an empty wheelhouse, leaving her to her thoughts. As the wheels rattled against the rocky path, she thought about her future. Her marriage to the man she loved, who she now understood more than ever. If there was ever a man she would marry, it'd be him.

The wheelhouse stuttered to a halt as she gathered to her feet. The door opened to reveal Daemon with his arm out. 'Viserra.' He smiled brightly at the girl he was lucky to call his daughter.' 

'Father.' She replied generously taking his hand, nearly bringing a tear to his eye.

Daemon led his daughter towards the sandy dunes to reveal her family. They stood at either side with a clearing in the middle, her betrothed standing in the middle with her mother. Viserra stood at the end of the clearing, yet to make eyes at Aemond. 

She turned to face the horizon as she locked eyes with Aemond. An insatiable grin on his face as she approached him. 

He thought he knew what it was to be drawn to someone, be pleased by their looks, but she was incomparable.

Her coiling silver hair and the way it bounced against her copper skin as she walked, her violet eyes glimmering in the sunlight. He couldn't believe his luck.

Viserra walked slowly as she met the prince, sharing a smirk before turning to Her Grace. Rhaenyra was bursting with pride.

The Queen began, 'Blood of two,' Viserra gripped her shard of dragonglass as she cut Aemond's lip, his wide smile sure to have caused more pain. 'joined as one.' Rhaenyra continued. Viserra marking Aemond's forehead with his blood on her thumb. 

'Ghostly flame,' Her Grace said. Aemond dragging the shard across Viserra's tender lip, only with enough pressure to draw blood. 'and song of shadows.' Rhaenyra declared. Aemond lingering his crimson thumb along Viserra's marked forehead. 

'Two hearts as embers,' Rhaenyra said as her brother sliced through his palm without hesitation, handing the shard to his niece with a grin. Viserra shared his lack of delay and carved through her palm as she stared at him intently, throwing the fragment to the side with no care for where it landed. They joined hands as Rhaenyra continued. 'forged in fourteen fires.' Rhaenyra said as she wrapped ruby cloth around the young couple's dripping hands, giving a cup of wine to her brother. He took it intently and sipped with a grin, handing it to Viserra.