CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
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A WEDDING WAS to occur immediately, news had travelled fast throughout the Red Keep of the betrothal between Prince Jacaerys and Lady Daella, preparations began. And Daella was already exhausted.
Though, she had to keep a brave face, through council meetings, through meals, through visits to the city. Daella Tyrell loved the idea of planning her wedding, to the people.
If it were up to her, Jacaerys and herself would be on their way to Hughgarden with their family, and getting ready to wed in the small sept that lay inside the grand palace.
But, it wasn't up to her. She was to wed a prince, the wedding must take place in his home. Because his home would become her home. That is what usually happened, but Daella seemed to be in a rather fortunate position of already being in power before her husband, meaning, her home was now his home.
"Are you excited, my love." Daella whispered in her future husband's ear, wrapping her small arms around his broad shoulders. He was sat contently in the edge of his bed, reading a letter from Princess Rhaenys who apologised profusely as she wouldn't be able to make it to the wedding in such short notice.
He loved his grandmother, but he understood. Their wedding was on incredible short notice. And he couldn't expect her to drop everything when his grand father is so ill as of late.
"I have dreamed of this moment since I was a boy, of course I'm excited." He whispered back, stealing a kiss from her lips and smiling when he felt her rest her head on his shoulder, peering over to see the letter.
He stayed silent as he watched her. She was always thinking, she was always preparing. She read the letter twice, her eyes scouring the page, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. She was good at that. Reading between the lines.
She hummed, pressing a kiss to his bare shoulder. "She doesn't wish to come." Daella stated, looking towards Jacaerys to see his response.
Daella has never bet the Princess Rhaenys, but she knew much about her. From what her aunt tells her, to what Baela and Rhaena tell her, the Princess was a calculating woman, always knowing her next move on the chess board. But, she had interference from her victory, interference by a Tyrell girl down south.
"What makes you say that?" His words weren't harsh nor were they venomous. He truly wanted to know. Daella seemed to know things before anyone else did, and Jacaerys wanted to be her closest confidant.
"She had a plan." Daella murmured, smoothly taking her hand off the corner of the letter and using it to trace up and down Jacaerys' toned arms. "To wed Baela to you." She felt him freeze beneath her, but she didn't stop, her hand tracing patterns on his bicep.
"I-I would never, Daella, my heart belongs to you." He rushed out, turning around to face her fully. She had looked quite content over the days, she was no longer so tense and observing. She no longer held the crease in her forehead that was a sign of constant thinking. Daella Tyrell was happy recently. Many had noticed. The prince was doing her well, many considering she was as kind as she was back when she was a child.
Jacaerys had brought out the best in her. And for that she was forever thankful.
"And mine to you." She leaned forward and kissed him sweetly, placing her hands on his chest as his went to cup her face in his hands.
When they broke apart, she grinned at him, pecking his nose, then his cheek, then his forehead, then any piece of skin she could reach. "You the sun to my moon, Jacaerys. I cannot wait to love you for eternity." Daella whispered, entrapping his lips with her's once more.
Daella Tyrell yearned for Jacaerys, she had since she was a child. She was a slave to no man, when men enter the Reach she kindly remind them their standing in her kingdom now, when men try to dictate her political power, she will tell them they wield nothing compared to her. She was a ruler, a politician. She was for her people, not for the crown.
But, she would gladly get on her knees and beg Jacaerys to love her in front of any who were witnessing.
He was her muse, her one true love. She would love him to the end of time. She would carry his children and stand proudly by his side whilst the ruled the kingdom and she ruled the reach.
They were always meant to be one.
"I love all of you, Daella, even the parts you believe are unworthy of loving." He declared, lulling his head forwards and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
Daella thought she may cry, Jacaerys loved her. Not a family love, or a friendly love. No, he loved her. He loved her so much it felt like breathing to him, she was his oxygen and without it he felt like dying.
Jacaerys Velaryon and Daella Tyrell were built by the gods, so majestic and unstoppable. They were written in the stars, destined to become one, to become lovers.
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