She took a few steps. Unsure at first. She wasn't lately sure of anything, to be honest. All her friends, family and even loved ones were dead.
Rhaenyra, her mother.
Daemon, her father.
The most important two.
Luke, her twin.
Jace, her big brother.
Joff, her little sibling.
Viserys, the baby she used to hug.
Her siblings.
Criston Cole was probably dead too. After he betrayed her.
Helaena, her best friend has killed herself. And she wasn't there for her.
Aemond Targaryen. The man she loved.
He was lying at the bottom of the sea with Dark Sister in his eye.
Grieve comes in waves. And Raella Targaryen experienced it first handed.
She took a deep breath trying so badly to not cry.
She lost herself too. Her body filled with scars. And her soul gone.
She took arm of an unknown man. He was Cregans friend.
"Who comes before the Old Gods this night?"
She took a deep breath once again. Her eyes were filled with tears. She knew that Cregan would be a good husband and she did this to also protect Visenya.
Even though it hurt to think about her first wedding. And people missing there in her second.
"Raella, of the House Targaryen, comes here to be wed. A woman grown, trueborn and noble." Trueborn, irony in that right? She fought for be called this all her life. Her brothers died before it "She comes to beg the blessing of the Gods. Who comes to claim her?"
"Cregan, of House Stark, lord of the Winterfell."
"Queen Raella, do you take this man?"
She looked at Cregan with corner of her eye. He would protect her. He said that he promised Jace that. And he was North. They remembered their vows.
"Yes." She finally said.
She was bearing sigil of her father's house and of her own house. She was a Targaryen now, that she was Queen. And she was married to a Targaryen before.
They both kneeled before the tree and for a while bowed their heads in a quiet prayer. It was Northern Wedding after all. Few moments passed quickly, sadly, and the silence was once again broken.
They stood up.
Cregan took her cloak. After a while she felt that she was now wearing a new one. Cloak of House Stark. It signifyed his protection over her, taking her into his family.
Taking her daughter too.
Their hands were after that joined once again for a while and they once again bowed their heads before the tree.
He took her in his arms. He carried her to the small feast. It was war after all, but still he wanted to do something so small. Considering they were heading out in the morning.
She sat at the table drinking wine knowing that this time there is no-one from her family to see her once again be a bride. Her friends left her too. Betrayed. The only man she knew was her husband.
He was laughing with his guests. They were his friends and family. It was another wedding for him too. But he wasn't so lonely like Raella. He once in a while turned his gaze to her to check on her.
She only gave him a small reassuring smile in return. She knew that he wanted this. So she didn't stop anything.
She observed instead. There were some woman even at the wedding. Most of the guests were man. And they all seemed to be Cregans friends. Or maybe it was a North thing to hug strangers or your commanders.
She sipped wine watching it all. It was interesting for her.
He was so close with his people. He didn't had a god complex. It was so unusual. But for him? It was like breathing.
"Time for the bedding ceremony!" Some of the guests yelled.
Cregan quickly took a glance at Raella. But they discussed it earlier, she agreed to it. It was an important wedding of Queen. People needed to know that their off-springs would be definitely legitimate.
The man that carried her to the bedchamber didn't undress her. They were respectful.
It was quick.
An easy political wedding as everyone knew.
At the morning she mounted her dragon instead of a horse that Cregan suggested. She could be married to a Stark, but she was still a Targaryen.
Their plan was for her to fly to Harrenhal. Then they would reunite when she got Visenya.
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