Nice to Meet Ya / Rhaenyra Targaryen x OC Male

9. Entrance

It was finally time.

Aegon and Helaena were down for their naps. The feast was served. Alana looked like a mini Aelsa in the making in her sparkling red dress. Rickard was going to pop a blood vessel seeing the low cut of his daughters dress before demanding she change.

Viserys was thrilled in party mode. A drink in one hand and shaking every hand with the other.

Alicent was late. Rhaenyra was right on time for the first time in her life and Brandon was hyping himself up.

He wanted to marry rhaenyra but wished they didnt have to parade around. Wished it could just be them. Rhaenyra felt the same but both their parents were too much of party fanatics for them to turn down this albeit massive request for seven days of parties.

"Stop that." Rhaenyra demanded

"I'm nervous for our dance." Brandon countered "i believe i told you that i have two left feet when it comes to dancing. I still do today just as much as i did yesterday." Brandon informed her shaking out his arms and legs.

"You will do fine."

"Dont blame me when i step on your toes." 

"I wont." Rhaenyra assured. "Because I'm going to be stepping on your shoes as well." 

"Stand on my feet then."

"What?" 

"Alana used to do that with my father when she was little, stood on his feet so he could move her." 

"You really dont know what dance we are supposed to do." Rhaenyra realized. 

"I'm just trying to save our feet."  Brandon countered. "Oh um, I dont want to be that guy that tells you what to do and who you can and can't see."

"Good." Rhaenyra confirmed. 

"But I would really like it if you didnt have such a young and handsome guard." Brandon admitted. "I dont think you need a guard with me." 

"Oh I get it." Rhaenyra chuckled. 

"I mean if you think he is the best, I could... tolerate him but I dont like how he looks at you." Brandon added. 

"I will work on getting a new sworn sword." Rhaenyra assured. "I dont want you feeling uncomfortable." 

"Thank you." Brandon answered kissing her cheek. 

''It is with great pleasure that His Grace, King Viserys, announces the start of the royal wedding celebrations. House Lannister with their lord, Jason Lannister. Lord Paramount of the West, and Master of Casterly Rock. House High tower with their lord, Hobert High tower. Beacon of the South, Defender of the Citadel, the Voice of Old town...'' Harrold announced.

"Like Harrold, nice, skilled, old." Brandon offered. 

"He is commander and very skilled but commander." Rhaenyra corrected. 

"I can offer up a few of my friends that I think would be more suited and scared that I would murder them if they look at you the wrong way." Brandon suggested. 

''Congratulations, Your Grace. You have made a fine match for the Princess.'' Jason said as he approached.

''Thank you, Lord Jason. I could think of no better man than Ser Brandon.'' Viserys agreed. 

"Thank you, soon to be father." Brandon answered. 

'Well... if this is only the welcome feast, I admit, I cannot imagine what you might have planned for the wedding.'' Jason gave Brandon a pinched smile. 

''Well, my daughter is the future queen. I wanted this to be a wedding for the histories.'' Viserys reminded him.

''Where is the Queen? I had hoped to pay my respects.'' Jason offered looking down the table. Brandon had not noticed that Alicent wasnt here. 

''I understand the Queen is still readying herself for the celebrations." Viserys informed him.

"With my sister no doubt." Brandon realized. "They have become thick as thieves recently." Rhaenyra's lips pursed slightly. Brandon luckily didnt notice her jealously of Alicent replacing her with a new friend, Alana. 

"This is why men wage war... because women would never be ready for the battle in time.'' Jason remarked with a chuckle

''Your presence is always such a pleasure, Lord Jason.'' Rhaenyra remarked stiffly.

''Princess... Your Grace.''

''Your Grace, Princess Rhaenyra, congratulations are in order.'' Gerold remarked coming up to them.

"Is that why we have seven days of festivities because the first day is just endless congratulations?" Brandon whispered. 

"Seems so." Rhaenyra agreed. 

''We are very honored to have you as a guest, Ser Gerold.'' Viserys agreed ''I must say, I was most distressed to hear of the Lady Rhea's tragic passing. I'm very sorry for your loss.''

''Lady Rhea was a unique character. Her kind... is not soon to be seen again.'' Gerold told him

''If there is anything the crown might do to aid House Royce...''

The trumpets blared out and Brandon turned to the door expecting the queen but no. It was Alana strutting forward her in most lannister red dress. 

"THe Lady Alana Stark." Was announced. "This unwed beauty is about to become the-" Brandon rolled his eyes as the steward read off the scroll Alana no doubt wrote for him. "-future queen's sister. A high-" Brandon got up marching forward and snatching the scroll. 

"They get it. She's single and adorable." Brandon agreed.

"She said-"

"Who are you more scared of breaking your face if you continue?" Brandon warned. "Saying this nonsense is practically begging my little sister to be raped." 

"I'm sorry my lord-"

"Alana." Brandon warned. 

"BRANDON!" Alana whined. "you totally ruined my entrance."