The Royal Wedding of Aegon and Rhaena

Brandon ill-liked the hands-on part of the ceremony, but there was not to be done. King or peasant, a bedding was a bedding.

"To bed!" he agreed. At least after this, the rest of the night should be fairly calm, and presumably Rolf was not overly drunk, he might have a chance to speak to some of the people who remained upright this late in the evening.

After some time waiting for any of the drunk knights to gather themselves, Rhaena rolled her eyes and started walking from the hall, undoing the top of her dress as she went and letting it fall to the floor, keeping her bow close, less it get misplaced in the lack of confusion. As she got to the entrance to the hall, she dropped the top, at the threshold and carried on towards the bedroom. It was fitting in a way, sheep should be too scared to get close enough to touch a dragon.