Targaryens are known to have queer costumes, an unusual tradition in which the brother and sister wed each other in order to secure the line of succession as pure as possible. Well, it is not always the Targaryens that have such habits, who says tha...
DRAGONSTONE The stone halls of Dragonstone were hushed at this late hour, touched only by the faintest whisper of wind brushing against the stained glass windows. Vellena and Jacaerys moved quickly but quietly, fingers entwined, the warmth between them refusing to fade even as the cold stones of the corridors pressed around them.
Their destination was clear: Baela's chambers.
Jace gave a soft knock and pushed the door open before waiting for an answer, knowing Baela rarely slept before the second bell. As expected, she was seated cross-legged on her bed, brushing out her long, silver curls, a robe of deep plum velvet wrapped around her.
She glanced up lazily—and then immediately straightened when she saw their joined hands and the expression on both their faces.
Baela blinked. "Seven hells. Did someone die?"
Vellena laughed despite herself. "No."
Jace grinned. "Well... not unless you say no to us."
Baela narrowed her eyes. "Say no to what?"
"We want you to be our witness," Vellena said softly. "Tonight."
Baela stared at them for a moment. Then her mouth dropped open.
"You're—?!"
Jace nodded, his arm around Vellena's shoulders. "We're getting married."
There was a moment of silence.
And then Baela squealed, throwing the brush across the room as she leapt to her feet. "Ha! I knew it! I knew it! Rhaena owes me a gown! I told her—told her—that it was only a matter of time!"
Vellena and Jace exchanged a look—both blinking, surprised and mildly alarmed—before chuckling.
"I'm sorry, what?" Jace asked.
Baela waved her hand dramatically, already rummaging through her wardrobe. "Rhaena said it through our ravens that it was impossible. That you two were too stubborn, too damaged, too—whatever." She turned, holding up a soft blue cloak trimmed in fox fur. "But I told her, 'Let the gods sort out the family tree later, because they'll marry in the end.' And now, I win. I win!"
