𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍 ( 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬. )

chapter five.

( ACT III; the dawn of the dragon. )
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chapter five: a vow spoken through time.

EVENING came with all of the beautiful and soft colors of a brewing sunset, the clouds scattered like an elaborate mosaic in the Essosi sky. In the prairie where the dragons nested, King Vaegon, Princess Daenerys, and Lady Raina Stark stood before a Red Priestess, clothed in the red-stained white robes of a traditional Valyrian wedding. Atop each of their heads, Raina and Daenerys wore ceremonial head dresses, their hair loose and flowing down their backs.

Around them, Haelyx and Drokar watched intently, the dragons seeming to hold a vigil as they guarded the sacred ceremony of their riders. The members of the king's council stood present for the ceremony, garbed in fine clothing for the intimate event. The makings of queens.

Torches flanking the priestess casted dancing shadows between the three of them, Vaegon facing the woman in front of them while Daenerys and Raina faced each other at his sides to form the four sides of a square.

Shadows framed their features where they stood, accentuating the curves of their lips and cheek bones. Each of the three felt an air of excitement, ready to fulfill the finality of what the Targaryen dynasty was about to become.

Aegon the Conqueror, Visenya, and Rhaenys reborn.

Selmy, Missandei, and Grey Worm stood off to the side to witness the ceremony, the Naathi woman holding flowers in her arms with an expression of pure joy on her features as she gazed with light filled eyes to the woman that had saved her from bondage. The knight held a pleasant expression while the Unsullied commander, in all of his stoicism, also appeared happy for the king and his to be wives. 

"Blood of three, joined as one," the priestess uttered the Old Valyrian words in commencement of the ceremony, a practice not seen in many decades for a Targaryen. The words were much like that of a spell, spinning fates together into a future greatness. "Ghostly flame and song of shadows. Three hearts as embers, forged in fourteen fires."

As the priestess recited the words, Vaegon looked between the two women he was taking to wife. Daenerys, blood of his blood, his silver queen as regal as any dream. The one he'd been through hell with, finally to be his. Then there was Raina, a winter rose, the dark haired beauty of the north and as fierce as a wolf. The unexpected yet wholeheartedly accepted.

His heart flutter as he looked between them, recalling that once he'd watched Daenerys taken from him by a stranger. Of the tribulation they faced when the world was against them. But now all the wrongs had been righted as she was being bound to him for the rest of their days. Gone were the transgressions they had faced, and all of the malice they had brought. They would now be united together, where no man could pull them apart.

"A future promised in glass, the stars stand witness. The vow spoken through time, of darkness and light."

The priestess produced a blade of the sharpest variety as substitute for dragonglass, a substance that seemed to have been unobtainable for the ceremony. She hands it to Vaegon, who cuts his lower lip with the edge. The pain is sharp and blood wells on the soft skin where it sliced, bright and crimson. He also cuts his palm in the same fashion before gently rubbing some of his blood on each of their foreheads, marking them as his.