Baelon's Wedding

Many important members of the court were in attendance, including the Master of Coin and his hunting companions, the Grand Maester, the Princess Dowager and her companion Taena. Also present are visitors from House Tyrell and House Arryn. The bride's three sisters are all garbed in maidenly white.

As Lady Arwyn's father was dead and the match was proposed by the crown, the responsibility fell on the King to escort Lady Cuy down the aisle. The king didn't give a shit, however, so the responsibility fell on Aegon.

As it seemed it would be awhile before the ceremony began, Aegon spotted the sky-blue tunics of House Arryn and made his way over to see which of them had made it. Aegon had squired for Lord Arthur, and there was no man in all the Seven Kingdoms the Crown Prince respected more. He did not know Lord Arthur's sons quite so well, but he had met and campaigned with each of the older two for at least brief periods.

Elseyris was glad of a chance to watch a happier occasion, and so had arrived fairly early. She wore a dress of lilac silk, with a high neckline, to cover her scars. She was not concerned about them herself, but thought it would likely be more polite to cover them. Her hair was in a single thick braid, lilac ribbons woven through it.

She looked around at the other attendees, smiling at Lady Cuy's sisters in particular. Their cheerfulness was infectious. She held in her hands a small box, wrapped in white silk, to present to the bride and groom after the ceremony.

Visenya was pleased to have been invited to the wedding, so she showed up and found some wine as quickly as possible. She was dressed in a new gown, from a dress shop that was becoming very popular among royal ladies though Visenya had some suspicions about its vicinity to several brothels. Still, the lady did fine work, and visenya would not judge her for catering to whatever customers came her way. It was a very fetching gown of dove grey, cut on the bias to better cling and drape against Visenya's lush figure. The skirt and sleeves were full, as was traditional, but long pieces of lace had been set in to allow skin to peek through here and there.

She looked around for people she would be interested in being seen with, and, finding no one, went to ask Reyne and his retinue if they would oblige her with a seat among them. She thought she saw Ser Jaime among them.

Megga, the twelve year old Cuy sister, approached Elsey with a friendly smile, having decided that the girl looked less intimidating than everyone else and remembering her promise to Arwyn that she would try to talk to some people. "Hello," she said. "I'm Megga. This is my first time away from home. Are you new here too?"

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Taena, clothed in emerald green, gazed upon the high altar with a sad expression. She wished she were the one getting married, but it seemed that it was harder for male bastards to marry than for the females. She leaned close to Dany and whispered "Have you found anyone to take your fancy yet?"

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Visenya was not surprised to see Ser Jaime grinning at her, handsome in yellow and white.

"My lady grows more beautiful every day," he said. "I do hope there will be dancing. If so, will you honour me?"

"I can not say that I have," replied Daenerys, not failing to notice the forlorn expression her friend wore when looking at the altar. "But when I do, I guarantee you that you will be among the first ones to know." She offered her a warm smile. "If all fails, you can always marry one of my brothers. Although all they have are ships. I am sure you would rather some dashing heir, hmm?"

She grinned back, pleased at his greeting, as she was of the opinion that she was a good deal prettier than most. "Thank you, Ser. Since you honor me with your kind words, I think I will honor you with a dance. Two, if you're especially creative with your compliments." She winked at him teasingly.

"I shall have to do my best," he said. "Let us begin with something commonplace. You are the fairest flower of the court, a jewel, my heart's delight." He grinned again. "Now, does this happy strike softness into your heart?"

"They are a bit young now that I think of it," said Dany, and smiled at her knowingly. "Once you have flown, you will never know anything better. Down here, we are all restrained by our thoughts, but up there lies freedom."

Tiberys Celtigar felt rather out of place among so many high ranking members of the nobility gathered at Baelon's wedding. He was dressed in his finest tunic, the dark color of the sleeveless material blended well with the red and gold accented sleves, making him feel less like a member of the family and more like a damn lannister. Still, it was his half-cousins wedding day, and he looked forward to seeing the young lad again. Even the targaryan blood that ran in his vein, he was still of claw isle, and Tiberys valued family above all else. His gift was his fathers idea, a small chest of the treasures of Fort Hermit, he hoped it wouldn't be overshadowed by the others as he stayed near the back of the room, trying to keep an eye out for the groom while also trying to keep to himself.

"Ahh, I see. I must have been distracted, I did not see any of you there. I hope you enjoyed the party," said Elsey, feeling a little embarrassed.

"I am... well, I'm part of House Targaryen, but my mother is from Dorne."

Elsey moved on quickly, not wanting to explain that awkward situation.

"It is a great pleasure to meet fellow adventurers. Lysa would be welcome to come along too. I did exactly the same as her when I was younger. My parents often had to search for me high and low, eventually pulling me out of a crawl space or the branches of trees."

Lord Sergio Denlinaal wanders into the wedding. He looks around from some free drinks. Then walks over to them.