THE LADY - Jacaerys Velaryon

xix. Blood And Flesh Finally Bound

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CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

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MARRIAGE WAS SUCH an odd thing. Daella had always thought so. The prospect of marrying a man you may or may not learn to love and live by in the future was odd. It scared her.

When she was a child, her mother would hold her, and brush her hair gently from her face and tell her that she would wed. She would wed and she would become a beautiful bride, she would bear many children, and she shall thrive by her husbands side. Then her mother passed.

Her father always told her marriage had two prospects. The first one being; love. You marry for love, you marry the one you have yearned for. Then second one being; politics. You marry to ensure your house an ally, a protector in the vile realm.

Her mother and father married for politics, a union between house Lannister and House Tyrell, but, along the way they found love within each other. They learned to care for one another a way a husband and wife should.

That was the kind of love Daella thought she was destined for. She was naïve, and she was hopeful. But then her father locked himself away.

And her aunt came into the scene. Daella had always admired her aunt, her mother would chastise her and tell her that Cyrelle was nothing like a lady. Cyrelle had taken three husbands in her lifetime, all of each dying of mysterious causes. When her father isolated himself from her, and her mother had died along with every ounce of love she held in her body, Daella was under the rule of her aunt.

It took her a while to get used to it. Her aunt was nothing like her mother, she was harsh and brash and was honest in the worst and best ways. Her mother taught her how to respect men. Her aunt taught her how to make men respect you.

Daella believes if it weren't for her aunt she wouldn't be the woman she was today. Observant and calculating, calm and composed.

When Cyrelle became her guardian, her childish dreams of marrying for love faded, and her thoughts of marrying purely for political alliances arose. No man would want to marry a woman who held more power than they did, they wouldn't wish to be undermined by their wife. They wouldn't wish to take care of her babies and support her whilst she held council meetings and ruled the Reach.

That was until she met Jacaerys Velaryon. He wanted her for her. He didn't care about politics or whether he would be pushed to the sidelines in court. He just wanted her.

Daella always dreamed of marrying Jacaerys, a part of her believed they were always meant to be, the prince and the lady.

Her mother would like him, her aunt seemed to tolerate him. He was perfect for her.

That's why she was so excited to marry him.

"You are nervous." Her aunt stated, looking at her niece who now adorned a white dress. Daella had always looked like a princess, Cyrelle knew she was destined for royalty. Especially now, draped in a white gown that made her look godly, her hair intricately curled and put up, the richest jewels latching onto her ivory skin.

Daella shook her head, picking the skin around her nails. She hated the eyes on her. Rhaenyra, Alicent and Cyrelle were sat around a small table filled with tea and cakes, in silence as they watched the girl. Helaena was fixing every problem she seemed to find with the gown or her hair. And the only noise in the room was Baela and Rhaena amiable chatting.