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Post by Horas on Apr 28, 2014 16:52:08 GMT -5
The ceremony is smaller and more subdued than one would expect for a royal affair. While Dragonstone's stewards had valiantly struggled to make suitable preparations in the span of a day, it is clear a few corners had to be cut to meet the King's deadline. Still, everything of importance was in place, and the cooks and servants were hard at work on an impromptu feast for after the ceremony.
The wedding is held in the Dragonstone Sept, lit by candlelight as night approaches. Dragonstone had no Valyrian temple, but it had been a Valyrian stronghold for centuries and so there were still Valyrian statues and artifacts in its vaults. These had been dusted off and placed on display alongside the statues of the Seven, so that the Mother beamed down next to Meraxes, Syrax by the Smith, and so on and so forth in a way that was either beautiful or blasphemous depending on one's personal creed.
Septon Wyman of Dragonstone presides over the ceremony at the King's request, though there is a Valyrian altar on display as well. All of the dragonriders on Dragonstone are invited (save for Edmund Waters, keeping lookout on Aelyrion), and they are joined in the pews by various knights and courtiers.
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Apr 28, 2014 18:33:35 GMT -5
Brandon took up a position besides the King, and off to the side, observing the crowd as much as the ceremony.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2014 19:04:12 GMT -5
Elseyris, despite her tumult of feelings, including the feeling that there were dank caves beyond The Wall she would rather be in than the sept at this moment, was in attendance. She had dressed elegantly, in form-fitting viridian velvet, her honey-coloured hair in four long, thick braids, hanging over her bare shoulders. She fidgeted with the end of one braid, her expression by turns anxious and numb.
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Post by Horas on Apr 28, 2014 19:08:27 GMT -5
King Aegon Targaryen, second of his name, waits for his bride at the dais. The gold and emerald crown found in Old Valyria rests upon his head. He wears a handsome black doublet with a three headed dragon picked out in red thread, and a matching cloak. His expression is neutral as he waits, looking out over those in attendance. His eyes linger on Elseyris for a long moment before he shifts his gaze and resolutely looks somewhere else.
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Apr 28, 2014 19:19:24 GMT -5
People do not have to wait long, the doors open and Rhaena soon appears, fortunately having no time to have a bridal dress prepared, she entered the sept in a wide skirted red dress, made from a shiny material, on the skirts and a Matt one on the bodice. Under it she wore black breeches, and the skirt could be easily removed leaving the bodice on should the need arise for her to quickly take action, her sword hung on her hip under the skirts. Her bow, the famed carved dragon-bone bow, was strung and carried over her shoulder. She was not some meek mouse of a woman.
She entered the room alone, walking forward confidently, eyes only on Aegon as she moved forward, her hair was down, fanning behind her, past her naked shoulders, as she walked between the pews.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2014 19:24:12 GMT -5
Catching Aegon's gaze, Elseyris' sad brown eyes fixed on him, her heart aching as he looked away. She looked at the floor, trying to fight back the urge to cry, but she glanced up often, hoping that he might look to her again. She found herself thinking she wished that Lord Darklyn was there with her. Whenever she had been upset about something, he had always been there for her, more like a father to her than her own father had been. But he was not. He was gone, and she was utterly alone in a room full of people.
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Apr 28, 2014 19:59:25 GMT -5
Brandon watched the soon to be Queen's display, and wondered at whom the theater was directed. Probably Aegon as much as anyone. Intended to indicate that they were equals. Which of course they weren't. She'd learn that lesson eventually, just as Rhaella had. He was already dreading having to overhear the arguments.
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Post by Yana Snow on Apr 28, 2014 20:25:46 GMT -5
Yana stands to one side, watching, a small smile of joy on her face, its a wedding, a happy occasion dispite the rush,
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Post by Vhagar on Apr 29, 2014 3:06:02 GMT -5
Laena watched her grandchildren with a fierce pride. She had hoped for this moment for months and though she hated the inclusion of the Seven, she knew it was necessary, for now. In the meantime, she considered the wedding to be the best hope for them all and for the realm.
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Post by Horas on Apr 30, 2014 12:04:09 GMT -5
Aegon watched Rhaena with contemplative eyes as she walked down the aisle. A bow was an unorthodox choice of accouterment for a wedding, bride or groom, but it seemed the king saw no reason to comment on it. Aegon did not have his own weapon on him; Penance was hanging from a hook on the wall near Brandon. He offered his hand to Rhaena as she approached the dais.
Aegon nodded to Septon Wyman as Rhaena mounted the dais beside him, signalling he was free to start the ceremony.
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Apr 30, 2014 15:25:37 GMT -5
Rhaena smiled at aegon as he offered her hand and tok it, standing next to him on the dais as she. Seeing as there were still dragons in the air during the wedding, she wanted to be prepared for anything.
She looked forward as she stood next to him, concentrating on the ceremony.
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Post by Vhagar on May 7, 2014 15:54:06 GMT -5
Septon Wyman stood between the statues of the Mother and Father, as was the custom of the Faith. If he didn't approve of the sudden appearance of the Valyrian statues, he had the good sense not to say so, particularly with Meraxes and Balerion framing his own gods. He said a prayer to the Seven, keeping it brief when he saw the grandmother of the betrothed couple giving him a cold glare. And then he began the ceremony itself.
"In the sight of gods and men, I come forth to join this man and this woman in marriage. This is a union blessed by both the Seven. Who comes forth to pledge themselves to another?" He looked at the betrothed couple.
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on May 7, 2014 18:23:05 GMT -5
Rhaena took a step forward, "Rhaena of the house Targaryen," She said, in a clear unwavering voice. None of her distaste for the faith coming through in her tone.
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Post by Horas on May 7, 2014 21:31:05 GMT -5
"I, Aegon Targaryen, King of these Seven Kingdoms, do come forward to pledge myself before the eyes of the gods," Aegon answered formally.
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Post by Vhagar on May 8, 2014 3:25:41 GMT -5
"Then kneel before the Father and the Mother and pledge yourselves to one another with a kiss," said the septon.
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Post by Horas on May 8, 2014 12:52:11 GMT -5
Aegon knelt briefly before the statue of the Father, his head bowed in a silent prayer. Then he rose back to his feet and waited for Rhaena to do the same.
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on May 8, 2014 13:20:27 GMT -5
Rhaena followed Aegon's lead and then stood, turning to face him, looking into his eyes,
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Post by Horas on May 8, 2014 15:50:13 GMT -5
Aegon's eyes were steady and calm, even if they did not contain the passion and love that singers sang about in newlyweds. Aegon leaned forward and kissed Rhaena, then swept off his cloak and fastened it about her shoulders to complete the ceremony.
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Post by Vhagar on May 8, 2014 16:09:58 GMT -5
Septyn Wyman raised his crystal high "Here in the sight of the Seven, I do solemnly proclaim Aegon of House Targaryen, and Rhaena of House Targaryen, to be one heart, one flesh and one soul, now and forever. Cursed be the one who comes between them."
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on May 8, 2014 16:41:49 GMT -5
Rhaena did nothing, rather perturbed by Aegon's indifference, she had stirred passion from him before. She wanted to turn and glare at Elseyris, it was obviously her presence that was undoing all the work that she had done, not that she could do anything about that. Her eyes went cold as she turned back to face the front after the kiss, waiting for someone to then do the valyrian marriage rights, so they could be married in her eyes also.
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Post by Vhagar on May 9, 2014 15:56:04 GMT -5
Laena cleared her throat and stepped forward. "Aegon, Rhaena, we ought continue with the Valyrian rites now. Would you like me to say the prayer before the vows, or afterwards?"
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on May 9, 2014 17:56:01 GMT -5
Rhaena looked to Laena briefly and nodded, "After," she said, looking back forward to the statue of Meraxes.
"Aegon Targaryen, son of Maegor Targaryen, I would be your wife, I swear by Tyraxes and Zyraxes to bear your children, I swear by Vhargar to protect our family, I swear by Ithilgore to correct and complete you, and swear by Caraxes to let you do the same for me. All this I do promise and under mother Meraxes, I, Rhaena Targaryen ask that you would be my husband."
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Post by Horas on May 9, 2014 21:03:44 GMT -5
Aegon responded with the Faith's version of the vows. "Father. Smith. Warrior. Mother. Maiden. Crone. Stranger. I am hers, and she is mine, from this day, till the end of my days."
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on May 9, 2014 21:34:00 GMT -5
Rhaena bristled at the vow of the seven, not so much that the audience would see, but Aegon could no doubt feel it, they had already done the part of the seven, his reitteration of their vows was a slap in the face of her culture, her beliefs, her own faith, and after she had lowered herself for him.
She kept looking forward, anger radiating off of her, but her face remaining passive.
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Post by Horas on May 9, 2014 23:11:27 GMT -5
Aegon could sense Rhaena's anger, even if he did not understand it. It was his understanding that they would each give their oaths to the gods that were meaningful to them, with altars to all the gods as a concession to each others' faiths. Rhaena apparently took offense at the notion, but it was not as though she had sworn an oath to the Seven. Yet another argument to be had later, he had no doubt, but Aegon did not let his frustration show on his face either.
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too