The Wedding

The morning of your wedding is beautiful, with golden rays of sunlight streaming through gaps in your curtains.

You wake up early, and dress in a black satin outfit with a red trim. Waiting for you outside is Ser Arthur Dayne, who is escorting you to the Sept.

“Good Morning, Your Grace.”

“Good Morning, Arthur. Excited for the wedding?”

“I’ve seen you grow up, Your Grace, and this is one of the biggest parts of your life. Indeed, I am excited”

“Shall we?”

“Of course”

You walk together to the Great Sept of Baelor. The great wooden doors open slowly, and you see hundreds of people congregating on each side of the Sept. At the far side, the High Septon, Lyanna and Mace Tyrell wait for you and Margaery.

You fell someone take your hand, and turn to look at Margaery, in a beautiful wedding gown of the finest Myrish Silk. You smile at her and the pair of you walk down the aisle. As you arrive at the end, the High Septon, an old man in a pointed crown of spun gold, steps forward.

“By the Light of the Seven, we come together to witness the bond between Lady Margaery Tyrell and King Jaehaerys Targaryen. Lord Tyrell, please remove Lady Margaery’s maiden cloak”

As Mace removes it, you notice Margaery’s maiden cloak, a forest green dyed cloth of deer fur, with the Tyrell Sigil embroidered onto it.

“Your Grace, please replace Lady Margaery’s maiden cloak with the Targaryen cloak”

You do as the High Septon wishes, placing a heavy black cloak with a Red Dragon on it over Margaery’s shoulders.

The ceremony continues until the feast is ready. Before the feast, all Lords bring you a gift. First, Robert Baratheon, a man who hated your father, but had begrudging respect for him, gives you a huge shield in the Targaryen colours. Second to last, Mace Tyrell gives you and Margaery a chalice with the House Sigils of all 9 Major houses on it. Finally, Tywin Lannister approaches.

In one hand, he holds a Black Helmet with Dragon wings on the temples, and in the other, a long, cloth covered object.

“My gift to you, Your Grace, is this helmet. But your father tasked me with giving you a gift as well. I give you Blackfyre, the Valyrian Steel Sword wielded by Aegon the Conquerer!”

He gives you the legendary blade, and smiles.

“Blackfyre? Truly? This is one of the most legendary swords of all time, beaten only by Lightbringer, and Ser Arthur’s own sword, Dawn!”

“Indeed it is.” He bows and returns to his seat.

The feast passes, and many Ladies and Lords erupt in shouts of ‘Bedding!’.

“Very well,” you smile.