Getting Married

Cart after cart of expensive and luxury foods trundled through the gates of the castle over the few days between the betrothal and the wedding and quickly the castle was adorned with the banners of Baratheon and Tyrell. The flaming heart banners were around but toned down in number compared to the traditional Crowned Stag much to the continued annoyance of Melisandre.

Daenerys had been brought from Dragonstone as it had been thought unwise to leave such an important and dangerous woman in the relative isolation of the island of Dragonstone.

You spent time with Daenerys and like Margaery toured her around the castle that you had been born in on the same night that she was born.

"Are you happy with marrying Margaery," Daenerys asked her deep purple doe eyes looking into your own.

"She seems nice and she is pretty and most of all the Tyrell troops will secure the throne for us," You said and Daenerys looked over her own body.

"Have you hatched those eggs yet?" You joked trying to take the attention away from yourself and the upcoming wedding.

"Haha no, though Melisandre has been teaching me about the Lord of Light and potential ways for us to wake the stone eggs," Daenerys smiled now talking about the eggs.

"The Mother of Dragons you would be," You japed and you both giggled at the absurdity dragons had been dead for over a hundred years.

"Everyone would bow before me, and I would reclaim my father's throne," Daenerys said and you weren't entirely sure whether that was a joke and again you could feel the flame within Daenerys grow stronger.

You finished walking around the castle and Daenerys went to spend more time with Melisandre.

The day of the wedding came and your servants spent the early morning dressing you in silk, mail and leather. A thin golden band with antlers and roses encrusted in jewels was placed on your head and you made your way to the Sept.

You stood at the altar as the guests settled. Some horns blew and Margaery entered the Sept. She was wearing a light grey dress that hugged her petite frame and showed a small amount of cleavage. Her auburn brown hair was done up in perhaps the fanciest style you had seen and she was the prettiest maiden you had seen walk down the aisle.

Mace Tyrell let go of Margaery's hand and she looked up at you with a similar set of doe eyes as Daenerys but the ethereal purple was now replaced with a more common brown.

The Septon began by asking you to cloak the bride and bring her under your protection. You took the embroided Baratheon cloak and placed it over Margaery's shoulders.

The Septon then wrapped a thin silk strip of ribbon around your held hands and said "In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one, for eternity." He then instructed you to look upon each other and say your vows.

In unison you and Margaery began to speak "Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger, I am his/hers and she/he is mine from this day until the end of my days."

A few prayers were said and then you left the room with your new bride to the great hall where the feast would be held.

Loud music played and you ate as gift after gift was given to you by lords and ladies some of whom that you didn't even recognise though Margaery recognised everyone and was dutiful in her thanks to them.

The feast went on and whilst not the most extravagant of weddings it certainly was fun and up to the expectations of all of those present.

Daenerys sat with Melisandre at the end of the high table and many stares throughout the night were given to the very unique women both of whom seemed unhappy with the night's activities.

With a bang of his fist your father stood up at the table "Jack you have honoured me for a long time and now it is right to give you what is yours by right, I hearby pronounce you Prince of Dragonstone and Lord Paramount of the Stormlands," Stannis said giving you a rare smile.

A thunderous applause broke up from the tables below and Margaery lent in and gave you a kiss on the cheek. It didn't mean much to be Lord of the Stormlands whilst your father didn't actually hold the Iron Throne.

The Music carried on for a while as you tasted a mouthful of a few dessert dishes and then the music stopped.

"It is time for the bedding," A chant began as the ladies and gentleman of the court clambered to yourself and Margaery and began undressing you as they carried you out of the great hall and to your chambers. Just as you left the room you could see a meloncholic smile on the lips of Daenerys.