The Winter Queen

Chapter 14

Viserys

He had planned to enter the Great Hall of Winterfell with his wife on his arm. However, she begged off saying that she needed to change into something more appropriate for the Princess’s Wedding Feast and so, after changing his breeches, he entered the Hall alone and took his seat near Lord Rickon. He hoped his wife would join him soon as well wishes from his court came up and passed their well wishes and blessings for the new couple to him and Lord Rickon. However, he was sure she would arrive before the arrival of the bed sheet and the newlyweds. After all, they were meant to arrive last to their feast.

“Today is such a wonderful day, is it not Lord Rickon?” he asked.

“Indeed Your Grace, weddings are always delightful." 

"I cannot believe my baby girl is now all grown up and a married woman. Gods willing but soon enough I will be a very proud grandsire to my first grandbaby, whom I hope shall be a daughter so that she might marry my son.”

“Sire, don’t you think that the Princess might be a bit young to start having children? She is, after all, only three and ten." 

"No, I married her mother when Aemma was but two and ten and had only just bled for the first time. Rhaenyra is a year older and has bled for nearly a year. I’m sure that she will be able to handle bearing children. Besides, it will strengthen her claim to the throne with the Lords knowing she has her own heirs.”

“Shall the princess remain your heir even after the birth of your son, Your Grace?" 

"If course she will! It's what her mother would have wanted. No matter how many sons I have, she will always be my heir.”

Before Viserys and Rickon could continue their conversation, the herold beat his staff on the floor three times, drawing everyone’s attention.

Cregan

Standing outside of his Father’s hall with his bride on his arm, Cregan could not help but wonder what surprises awaited inside.

He stood with her behind the bloodied sheets which were held outstretched between a couple servants, knowing it was to enter the Hall in front of them to show that the Princess had indeed been a virgin and that the union had been made completely official.

Then they heard the herold beat his staff and the doors were opened. It was time for their procession to the High Table. Cregan glanced over at his wife and at her nod, they stepped through the doors.

“Presenting Her  Grace Princess Rhaenyra of Houses Stark and Targaryen and Heir to the Iron Throne and her husband Lord Cregan of House Stark, heir to Winterfell and the North!” boomed the herold. 

The pair then made their way through the Hall even as their guests stood to welcome them.

Up at the High Table, on their left, as they faced the table, sat Lady Jeyne Arryn. On her left was the Lord Hand, an empty seat, then the King, two empty seats, Lord Rickon, Benjen and then Alys. Cregan was pleased to see his children sitting nicely for his father and being on their best behavior even as they grinned at him which made him smile.

They soon reached the table where he then bowed and Rhaenyra curtsied to the King before they moved to take their seats. It seemed as though the Queen had not deemed it yet necessary for her to arrive which filled Cregan, and he could tell, Rhaenyra, with Dread, at what new stunt she was going to pull. 

Viserys

He could not help but smile as he watched his little girl walk into her goodfather’s hall on the arm of her husband while trailing behind the sheet stained in her maiden blood. She looked absolutely stunning and the two made for a very handsome pair. He just knew that they would make adorable babies. If Aemma were there, she would likely be crying over their precious little girl being all grown up but somehow, he knew she was watching over their daughter.