Dragonbound

Chapter twelve

The sky was a canvas of gold and crimson, mirroring the fiery spirit of the Targaryen bloodline. The day had finally arrived for the union of Aelys and Aegon, a momentous event destined to fortify the bonds within the Targaryen family and usher in a new era of loyalty and love.

The ceremony takes place on Dragonstone, the ancestral seat of House Targaryen, where dragons roamed freely and the air was thick with the power of ancient magic. The shores were lined with fire-lit torches, creating a path that led to the castle.

Aelys rode Vermithor, her brown hair flowing behind her, her gown shimmering with the colors of dragonfire. Aegon, atop Sunfyre, mirrored her magnificence, his gaze locked onto hers with unwavering intensity. Their dragons roared in unison, a sound that echoed across the island, a declaration of the forbidden union about to be forged.

The officiant, a high priest of the Faith of the Seven, stepped forward. He was clad in crimson robes, his face obscured by the hood, lending an air of mystique to the proceedings. "We gather here today to witness the joining of Aelys and Aegon in the ancient and sacred tradition of House Targaryen," he began, his voice resonating with authority.

Aelys and Aegon dismounted their dragons, with grace and poise. They stood facing each other, hands clasped, their eyes reflecting the flames of the surrounding torches. The priest continued, "By the old laws of Valyria and the new laws of Westeros, we unite these two souls. They shall become one, bound by blood, fire, and love."

Aelys looked into Aegon's eyes, her heart swelling with emotion. "Aegon, my betrothed, my love, I vow to stand by your side through all trials and triumphs. My heart, my soul, and my loyalty are yours, now and forever."

Aegon squeezed her hands, his voice steady and filled with conviction. "Aelys, my beloved, my queen, I vow to protect you with my life, to cherish you above all else. Our bond is eternal, forged in fire and blood. Avy jorrāela (I love you)."

The priest then brought forth a ceremonial dagger, its blade glinting in the firelight. "In the tradition of our ancestors, blood shall seal your vows." Aegon extended his palm, and with a swift motion, the priest made a shallow cut. Aelys did the same, their blood mingling as they clasped hands once more.

"By the blood of Old Valyria, you are bound," the priest declared. "May your union be as unbreakable as the dragon's spirit."

With the formalities complete, they were now married. Their dragons roared from above, their shadows dancing on the ground as they soared in a graceful display. Aegon pulled Aelys into a tender kiss, sealing their vows in a gesture of love and unity, their faces illuminated by the flickering flames. There were no witnesses to attend this ceremony, only the priest and the dragons.