Meant to Burn Together - Helaena Targaryen

Second Sons

It was the day of Tyrion and Sansa's wedding. Helaena knew how both of them felt, it's precisely why she met with the two about a week ago so she'd get an idea of how both parties felt and were thinking.

Sansa was obviously not happy about this, and neither was Tyrion and especially not Shae. Shae absolutely hated Helaena and Tyrion's guts and the Queen supposed she couldn't blame her.

But regardless of any of their feelings, this marriage was a must. Helaena agreed with Tywin on that.

At the Sept of Baelor, Helaena stood with Prince Aerys in her arms as she watched the guests converse with each other.

Helaena watched as Cersei told Margery the story of the Song The Rains of Castamere and at the end she assumed that she threatened Margery's life by the looks on both their faces. Margery's was a mixture of shock, fear and hate. Cersei's was purely hate with a bit of rage.

Then the gates opened. Everyone went to stand in their places, making space for the Bride to walk down the isle. At the Entrance stood Sansa and Helaena knew Sansa's a very beautiful young girl, but on that day she looked like a goddess. The gold white dress, the way her hair was made. It almost looked like she belonged to the South. And the Queen was sure, Tyrion agreed. 

Then Joffrey walked up to her, his suit Black and red, matching with his wife and son.

"What are you doing?" Sansa asked.

"Your father's gone. As the Father of the Realm, it is my duty to give you away to your husband." Joffrey explained, making sure to ruin her day as early as he could. He offered her his arm, which she took miserably.

Helaena sighed, Fuck Joffrey. Leave her alone on her day.

They walked down the steps and the isle where Joffrey gave Sansa away to her husband. He then went to stand with his Wife, The Queen, His Mother and The Hand. Not before taking the stool away from Tyrion of course to ruin his day just as much as Sansa's.

Helaena glared and shook her head at him.

"You may now cloak the Bride and bring her under your Protection." The High Septon spoke.

Sansa turned around so her back would face Tyrion. 

The crowd began chuckling, but were quickly silenced by the nasty glares of the Hand. Joffrey giggled which earned him an elbow to his side.

"Could you.." Tyrion said to Sansa who immediately understood. She knelt down so Tyrion could cloak her. "Thank you." He said once she was cloaked. 

"Your Grace, Your Grace, Your Grace, My Lords, My Ladies, we stand here in the sight of gods and men to witness a union of man and wife. One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever. "

After the Ceramony, it was now time for the After Party. 

Tyrion made sure to fill his glass to the brim with wine. Sansa didn't look pleased in any way and simply picked at her food, depressed.

Joffrey made sure to drink his fair share of wine, enjoying this.

Helaena simply shared eye contact with Lord Tywin, both thinking the same thing. This is a shit show.

"So, their son will be your nephew after you're wed to Cersei, of course. And you will be the King's stepfather and brother-in-law. And when you marry Tommen, his mother will become his sister-in-law, and your son will be Loras' nephew? Grandson? I'm not sure." Lady Olenna recapped the family tree currently or how it will be in the future. They looked disturbed.

"But your brother will become your father-in-law." Olenna said. Helaena started to think she had a little much of the wine.

Joffrey whispered something to Cersei and Helaena simply moved to sit next to Lord Tywin.