The Royal Wedding of Aegon and Rhaena

Brandon glared back at Laena, "Your graces," he whisper-hissed at the grandmother a correction. "it would be best to show unity at this moment." he nodded his head at the audience around them, the only subjects currently known to be following the true king.

"Hence why I have said nothing," Rhaena said, in a tense voice, so as only those closest her could hear.

But poor Septon Wyman was clearly uncomfortable including the Valyrian elements of the ceremony at all, and had drawn aside when his part was over.

Laena, still scowling, ignored Brandon. As the mother of one king and grandmother to another, she reckoned she was above such petty restrictions as the proper modes of address. She pronounced "I name Aegon and Rhaena of House Targaryen to be one in the eyes of the gods. I ask for the blessing of Meraxes and Balerion, and beseech Tyraxes to quicken Rhaena's womb so that she and Aegon may have many fine children together. I ask Zyraxes to grant them a lifetime of happiness together until great Vermithor carries them from this world to the next."

She stopped and looked intently at the couple. "You may kiss, and the ceremony is concluded."

Aegon kissed her back, a little surprised both by the sudden passion and the abrupt ending. But he tried not to let that surprise show, nor his irritation with his grandmother, nor any of the other confusing array of feelings the past day had done its best to bombard him with. He simply stepped forward and smiled, then raised his voice and said, "Good! Let us feast!" He took Rhaena's arm and walked with her down from the dais and toward the great hall, so that the others might follow.

Elseyris set about throwing as much booze as she could down her neck. She was better at putting it away than most women, possibly inheriting her father's drinking abilities, but her hope that she might awake with no memory of the farce she had witnessed was strong. She tore a strip of flesh off the boar like it had personally insulted her, and found herself a relatively quiet spot in which to drown her sorrows.

Aegon gets to his feet as the guardsman reaches him. There was no way of knowing whether the dragon was friend or foe, and Aegon thought errantly that Rhaena's garb might be prescient after all. "There are wings in the air," Aegon told the rest of the high table soberly, "To dragons." He took up Penance and hooked it to his belt, then strode out toward the courtyard where the dragons waited.

Yana frowns looking worried, she ditches her boar sandwich and following she mounts Spinel, taking a position near enough that she can aid or defend Rheana if need be.

Rhaena sat besides her new husband and reached over to put her hand on top of his, "If Maekar is fighting Mother, one of them will definitely be dead," she commented, her voice containing and unusual amount of worry, "The war will be over or just begun depending, we should be ready either way,"

Yana retakes her seat and after straightening her ditched boar sandwich resumes eating whilst listening to the convosation at the table

"He will pay, if he has not already," Rhaena replied, squeezing his hand slightly, united front ringing in her head.

"The king will be busy tonight," Rhaena replied.

"Speaking of which," Rhaena said, looking to Aegon "Have you had your fill, My Love?"