ROSE THORN
ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ʀᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴏʀɴꜱ
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✦ ╮ everyone underestimated her, thought her just a pretty face, a silly princess. they never realised she was a dragon, a rose full of thorns.
but when the dragons dance and the fire ta...
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☁️ ·̩͙✧ C H A P T E R T W E N T Y S E V E N
NEITHER RHAENYRA, much less Lord Corlys, knew of the heir to the throne's plans. Jacaerys had sworn to her that afterward, and only afterward, would he deal with his family, not letting anything nor anyone jeopardize their moment.
Mevanya had decided to let go of the worries of what would come after for the time when they would come. For it was the first time she had been this excited about anything since the Greens had taken Midnight from her, and her life had fallen into a spiral of madness and chaos. Ands he wasn't going to let anyone or anything to take this little moment of happiness.
"Ready?" Baela looked at her through the mirror, a huge excited smile on her face and her hands holding Mevanya's shoulders.
Mevanya smiled slightly, taking Baela's hands in hers and looking her cousin in the eyes.
"Will you be there with me?" "I wouldn't miss it for the world."
She smiled broadly, and rising from her chair, turned to hug Baela tightly.
The morning after Jacaerys had proposed, Mevanya had gone in search of Baela immediately, feeling a twinge of guilt at getting betrothed to her cousin's already betrothed. But just as Jacaerys had assured her, Baela had been static at the news, stating that they should perform the ceremony as soon as possible.
The soon as possible time had been that very night. And now, Mevanya was sneaking out of the castle with Baela to marry in the Valyrian way, like her ancestors, the man she had loved for as long as she could remember.
On the beach, hidden from the guards, were already Jace, Cregan, and the Valyrian officiator. Mevanya had no idea how Jacaerys had convinced the man to perform the ceremony without the queen's knowledge, but she would asked him about that later.
Life slowly began to take meaning as her eyes met his, there he stood, as composed as a crown prince, dressed in traditional Valyrian wedding robes, and though his countenance was calm, Mevanya could tell how his hands twitched nervously, how he had to take deep gulps of air, how his eyes, as he watched her approach, expanded so wide that his pupils took over them. It reassured her to know that he was as nervous as she was. But once they were close, once Jacaerys took her hands, all that, all the world around them; completely disappeared.
There was nothing else. Nothing but him, nothing but his adoring gaze, nothing but the feel of her hands clasped in his. The pain, the sadness, the anger; it was all gone.
The ceremony began with only Cregan and Baela as witnesses, Mevanya cut Jace's lip and Jace cut her, just as they both cut their palms to join hands, allowing their blood to mingle together.
At no point did they stop looking at each other, they could barely hear the words of the officiator, only their breaths so close to each other that it was torture to have to wait for the moment to finally join them.
