"Loyalty is no loyalty when it wavers."
- Lady Alerie of Houses Tyrell and Hightower.
The Tyrells have always been deceitful, even their spouses.
Lady Alerie of Houses Tyrell and Hightower has her alliances elsewhere..
By the Targaryens, and her d...
)chapter 9.( )the dress in the gif beneath will be Laeherys' dress, except it will be teal coloured with silver accessories.(
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THE waiting date for the wedding of King Joffrey and Lady Margaery was finally due. Everyone was busy preparing the decorations and Laeherys helps in Lady Margaery's bedroom to help the bride dress in her ivory dress, decorated with thorns and roses to represent her House.
The Targaryen girl was nervous, as soon she would be called away to be put in her dress and have her hair done by a maid of Tommen. She knows that her Lady will be suspicious, but once she takes seat next to the prince she will understand soon enough.
Laeherys buttons the dress of Lady Margaery up on the back while the lady converses with her mother. "Do you think that the King will like the dress?"
"He will absolutely adore it, Margaery. It looks beautiful on your body," she says. "What do you think, handmaiden," Margaery asks her.
Laella smiles. "You look stunning, Lady Margaery. The King is blessed to have you as his wife." "Thank you, girl."
Laeherys buttons the last button up when someone knocks on the chamber's door. A young maid walks in and bows her head.
"My ladies, I was sent here to fetch handmaiden Laella. She was.. asked for help by preparations of the wedding reception," she says, lying smoothly. Lady Tyrell frowns. "Could they not ask anyone else?"
"No, my lady. Can I take her with me now," the maid asks again. Lady Tyrell was looking suspicious, but she agreed. "As long as she doesn't leave the Red Keep you can take her. Don't make her lift anything heavy though, she will not handle that."
"I promise, my lady." Laeherys quickly gathers her skirts and follows the young maid to another room. There waits Tommen, already in his clothes, and an older woman. "Hello darling, come stand over here," the woman greets, pointing over to a small wooden step they placed in the middle of the room.
Laeherys looks around the room. It was mostly clear of furniture, giving her the idea that no one used the room. As Tommen turns around to not look at her body and the woman takes her dress off, leaving her in nothing more than a thin underdress, she asks them.
"Whose room is this?" The woman's fingers stop for a moment and she stands frozen as she takes the newly tailored dress from the bed. "This was the room of the former Queen."
"Of the Queen-Mother," Laeherys asks her, wondering why Cersei would move out of a room with such beautiful view over both the gardens and the sea. "No, lady Laella, of the Targaryen Queen. Queen Rhaella, the-"
"Queen-Consort of the Mad King," Laeherys mutters. She looks around the room, trying not to tear up as she thinks of her mother. In this room her mother lived. In this room she was born, maybe Viserys and Rhaegar as well. It was a weird feeling to know this had been a part of her.
"That's right, my lady. Now please lift your feet so I can put you in your dress." Laeherys was still slightly dull in her head while she follows the order of the seamstress. The woman lastly puts a belt made of soft fabric around her waist, just below her bossom, and tightens the laces on her back.
Lastly the woman shows her her dress in a copper mirror. Laeherys looks at herself and smiles as she sees how beautiful she was. "Thank you so much, madam," the handmaiden thanks her.
"Do not thank me yet, I'm not done with your hair," the woman says. She holds a finger up before scurrying away, leaving Laeherys to look at Tommen's back. "Can I turn around, are you fully dressed?"
"Yes, turn around." The prince spins on his feet and his emerald eyes widen when they settle on Laeherys' dress. "It's.. more beautiful than I could imagine. It fits you amazing!"
A blush begins to spread on the pale cheeks of the Targaryen at the compliment. "Thank you, my prince."
The door opens again and the woman walks in, this time holding a silver hairnet with small pearls, a necklace with teal coloured gems and some silver bracelets. She even has some slippers in teal colour with silver linings as decorations. "What do you think," the woman asks, a grin on her face that says 'I know you find it stunning'.
"Oh my.. it's breathtaking. If you don't watch out I'll be more beautiful than the bride," Laeherys laughs. The woman winks at her. "Then maybe you'll be the next bride."
Before Laeherys could utter a word she was busy doing her hair and attaching the hairnet to her hair. Tommen was having a big smile during the process of transforming her. The sweet lady even put red paint on her lips!
"If it depends on me she is ready for the wedding, my prince," the woman says before curtseying deeply. Tommen bows his head for the seamstress and helps Laella off the step. "Come, or we'll be late," he says. He locks his arm with hers and they make their way to the Sept together.
The doors to the Sept were open and many of the guests were already there and waiting for the bride. Tommen and she sneak down the stairs and walk to the front of the crowd, to the Lannisters. When Lord Tywin, Lord Tyrion and Ser Jaime saw them they look in utter shock.
"Tommen, who have you brought," Jaime asks, sighing deeply. Laeherys already knows that they do not like the fact that Tommen took her here. In fact, they rather hate it.
"This is Laella, my friend and the handmaiden of Lady Alerie Tyrell. Laella, this is my grandfather and my two uncles." "It is an honour, my lords," Laeherys says, bowing for the men. They did not return the favour, probably because they were in shock or because she was no lady.
"Tommen, what is the Gods' name have you done bringing her here? Has Lady Tyrell even notified of her.. handmaiden's position next to you at this feast," Lord Tywin asks.
"No, grandfather. But she will behave, grandfather, I promise. She knows the etiquette of the court," Tommen replies quickly. His hand shoots out and wraps around her wrist for comfort. Laeherys takes a step closer to the prince, hoping he could protect her from his family's fury.
Lord Tywin narrows his eyes at the purple-eyed girl. He remembers Lady Tyrell's explanation of the girl. A far ancestor was a Targaryen, a bastard though. She had his eyes. She was young, yet older than Tommen. She was petite, pale and slender. The girl does look like a woman, making Tywin hesitant. He did not want his grandson to father any bastards, especially not with a handmaiden. But for now he had to accept it; he did not want to create a fuss at the royal wedding.
"Very well then. Keep a good eye on her, boy," Tywin orders. Tommen nods, a big smile on his face. "Thank you grandfather. Come on Laella, Lady Margaery will soon come through those doors," the prince says, pulling the girl with him to the front.
There Laeherys meets eyes with Lady Alerie, Lady Olenna and Ser Loras. Their eyes all widen at seeing her, but they could not do anything. They had to sit through this day and tonight she will hear it.
