The Eyrie

Daenerys laughed, her voice echoing off the floors and walls of the dark hall like a silvery bell. "My mother should not leave Driftmark while I am not there and as to my brothers, well.. they are merely boys. Weddings are often a bore to them, surely." She paused, and bit her lip. "Perhaps we should."

Slightly amused by the whole thing - she had only been half serious about getting married this instant, and had definitely not expected him to carry her all the way down to the Sept - Dany looked round to admire the sculptures. "Of course, dear," she told him, already walking over to the nearest statue to inspect it closer.

"Yes," she replied, slightly flustered at the sight of his parents. "Are they fine with that?" she asked Edmyn quietly.

Dany smiled and looked to the septon to get on with their private ceremony.

Dany leaned into the kiss and her face lit up again as they broke apart. "Feels as if I am dreaming," she said softly, feeling a little light-headed either from what was happening or the fact that she had not eaten since morning. "Shall we have that dinner now? Or should I name it a feast to better fit the occasion," she joked.

"And I am looking forward to meeting them," she said cheerfully before linking their arms and leaving the Sept.


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A couple of days after adjusting to the Eyrie and getting acquainted with Edmyn's family, Daenerys brought him to the courtyard for a proper introduction to Mith. She had waited until he had returned from his morning meal - no doubt some unfortunate mountain goat or smallfolk's sheep - to improve his mood.

"Come," she told Edmyn, tugging him towards the red beast. "At the first sign of hostile behaviour, we will leave. He has seen you around me many times, however. Perhaps he will even let you fly with me," Dany said, holding on to the whip in her hand firmly. What had happened to Lord Tybalt had been terrible enough; she would never let that happen to her husband.

(OOC: Expert Dragon Handling)

Dany approached Mith and laid a hand on his neck as she spoke to him in High Valyrian in an attempt to soothe the dragon. If he was a grump that day, cracking the whip would have hardly done any good. Still, it was a precaution.

"Oh, we can try again another time," Daenerys replied lightly, walking back to Edmyn. "Just because he is not in the mood right now does not mean he has a personal vendetta against you. It might take some time and patience." She smiled. "I wonder if I should fly down today, give the mountain clans a proper greeting. What do you think?"

"Oh, not sure if I can," Dany teased and gave him a kiss before turning back towards Mith. "I will be back before nightfall," she called over her shoulder and mounted the dragon. They took off, and not too long after approached the infamous mountain passes where the clans were known to prey on passersby. Dany kept an eye open for any movement from down below.

Dany had Mith fly low over the pass for a better view.

She flew over them to give them a scare and turned back to find one of the main passes leading to the Eyrie, seeing as that was usually where the clans were hiding. If she kept this up at least once or a couple times a week, she figured they would not be as bold.