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Dragons Binded Through Blood
The double doors of the throne room creaked opened before my eyes. My Targaryen silver hair was completely loose except for two strands twisted up to appear like a crown sitting on my head. Walking through the entrance I focused my gaze on the stone floor until I reached the man who would soon become my husband. The Rogue Prince, Daemon Targaryen.
My sister always looked up to him but not in the same way as I did. I was the twin sister of Rhaenyra who was born a few minutes after her and a bit bigger than she was. “Iksos bisa nykeēdrosa mirros ao jaelagon, uncle. Am nyke nykeēdrosa someone ao jaelagon hae aōha riñnykeā ābrazȳrys? ( Is this still something you want, Uncle. Am I still someone you want as your lady wife?”
“Nyke iderēbagon ao, y/n. Regardless hen whispers lī orvorta lords vestragon bē ao. Nyke jāhor va moriot iderēbagon ao ( I choose you, Y/n. Regardless of the whispers those cunt lords say about you. I will always choose you.” His dark purple eyes lowered down to meet mine while he stood dressed in all black and red clothing of our house.
His words would mean more than they did the first time he had said something along those same lines to me when he asked me to marry him. Every lord that I had come into contact with attempted to compare me to my sister or politely ask if my size was because I ate more than I should, every single one of them except Daemon.
I’d remember the day he asked for my hand in front of the entire court and my father.
Standing beside my sister off to the side at the front of the crowd of people gathered in the throne room all awaiting to see whatever Daemon had to report on his battle fighting in the Stepstones. Heavy footsteps came through the crowd before I saw my uncle walkthrough and stand before my father. He wore white bones shaped into a crown upon his head. “You wear a crown. You also call yourself King.”
“Once we smashed the Triar Key they named me King of the Narrow Sea. But I know there is only one true king, your grace.” Daemon lowered himself down on one knee removing the crown from his head. “My crown and the Stepstones are yours.”
My father walked down the throne stairs clanking his sword on the harsh floor until he reached his younger brother. “Thank you, brother. I now ask you to give up your crown and title of King over to me if you would be so generous.”
“I will in exchange for something in return.” Daemon raises his head glancing behind his shoulder at me briefly.
Father raised a brow at him. “I suppose you can have anything for your victory in battle. What is it that you wish to have, brother?”
“Give me your daughter, Princess Y/n. Allow me to take her as my Lady wife.” His gaze focused on his brother.
Father glanced over at me asking me softly. “Daughter, what do you think about this opportunity? Do you wish to marry Daemon?”
“I’d gladly marry him, father.” Breaking through the crowd I jumped into his waiting arms where he spun me around in some circles till he sat me down on my feet. I grinned leaning forward, capturing his lips with mine ignoring the crowd of people watching us.
Daemon eyed the Septon who stood before us where he handed him a knife cutting his palm drawing out some fresh blood. He handed it to me and I did the same thing as he had. “Now we bind ourselves through blood, princess.”
“And become husband and wife forever, my prince.” I smiled fondly at him, connecting our bleeding hands together as one.
The Septon shifted his gaze between Daemon and I. “In the sight of the seven look upon one another and say the words.”
"Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crown, Stranger. I am hers ( his ) and she ( he ) is mine from this day until the end of my days." Daemon and I said in unison together with genuine smiles on our faces. We met the other's gaze and sealed the ceremony with a long awaited kiss.
I leaned up pressing my lips down upon his. He embraced me back instantly when my fingers dug into his shoulders once I had wrapped my arms around his neck. He ran his fingers over every inch of my body he could reach. Together we would keep the house of the dragon alive.
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“Why won’t you just tell me how you really feel.” Robb busted through the tent flap following me inside of my tent after I hadn’t clearly given him the answer that he wanted.
“Robb, we can’t marry. You know we can’t. I don’t know what you want me to say to you right now.” Dropping my hands down at my sides I huffed just wanting him to not follow me around like a lost puppy.
He stomped up to me but his gaze was as gentle as could be. “That’s just what you’ve been told to say. You’ve always told me how you really feel, under the Godswood tree back in Winterfell. Go back to that moment and just tell me how you truly feel!”
“We’re wed or are going to be wed to other people. Whatever connection or desire we have can’t happen. Get that through your head-“
The tent flap suddenly opened and my best friend came rushing inside almost out of breath. “She’s here, Haelesa.”
“Who’s here?” I asked her.
“Raynald and Joella Westerling.” She answered me with a huge grin on her face.
Covering my mouth with my hands I felt tears welling up in my eyes. “How. I - I didn’t- haven’t even been writing to her for months.”
“I showed him the letter I never sent out. And he asked me to send one out directly from him. So you should be thanking him for bringing them here.” Chezney clasped her hands together in front of her stomach.
Spinning around on my feet I raced into his arms, leaping up into his arms and he tightly wrapped his strong arms around my body. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
“Hael, Hael, hey look at me.” Robb finally sat me down on my feet, holding me closely against his embrace asking me. “Does that mean you want to marry me now that they’re here?”
“I’m happy they’re here, but why are they here?”
Chezney answered over my shoulder. “He invited them to your wedding. I thought you had already asked her to marry you.”
“I asked her. She just hasn’t said yes yet.” Robb shrugged his shoulders in response.
Chezney throws her hands up in the air. “What the hell are you waiting for!”
“It’s just - oh fuck it.” I went to tell her the reasons, cupping his face in my hands, crashing my lips up onto his so deeply like I needed him to breathe. Robb leaned into the kiss tugging me closer if that was even possible until we had to break for air.
He rested his forehead against mine, kissing my forehead. “Let’s make you Lady Stark and Queen in the North now shall we?” I grinned brightly up at him before I had left him and changed into an actual Velaryon blue dress then wearing a tunic and trousers like he had seen me in most of the time.
"You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection." The sept spoke softly, wrapping a white ribbon around our intertwined hands. "In the sight of the seven. I hereby seal these two souls. Binding them as one for eternity. Look upon each other and say the words."
"Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crown, Stranger. I am hers ( his ) and she ( he ) is mine from this day until the end of my days." Robb and I said in unison together with genuine smiles on our faces. We met the other's gaze and sealed the ceremony with a long awaited kiss.
Joella came over to me throwing her arms around me in an embrace happy for me. “I told you one day you would find a man you loved through marriage.”
“Yes, you were right. I shall never doubt your opinion ever again Joella.” I grinned with Chezney standing beside my side.
Chezney nudged my arm. “So that means you’re not angry that I showed him the letter?”
“I should be.” I sent her a half glare briefly before switching to a huge smile. “But you surprised me with her being here so you’re forgiven.”
Raynald grasped Robb’s hand in his swearing to the young wolf king before him. “My wife has shown me that we can’t trust the Lannister’s who sit on the throne. My men are yours, King Robb.”
Robb nodded, shaking his hand. “Any help is greatly appreciated, Lord Westerling.”
“Now get out of here you two lovebirds.” Chezney smirked at me before I grabbed my husband’s hand and we ran as fast as our heels could carry us to the privacy of his tent. We discarded our clothes as quickly and carelessly as we ever could have where after I connected my lips with his.
He kissed me back passionately and we stumbled towards the bed and dropped me down on it. I could almost not imagine that this was really happening. For in that moment the war and the other vows we had sworn didn’t mean a damn thing. It was just us inside this tent tonight.
He lifted his tunic over his head and threw it to the ground. My heart began to beat for a second as I stared at him, my eyes directed down to his muscular chest. He hovered over me and brought his lips down upon mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and embraced more into the kiss. I felt a hard rock positioned at my lower religion, he placed his member at my center and looked up at me. "Are you sure you really want this?"
“You’re not my first if you’re worried you’ll hurt me.”
Robb stared down at me silently for a minute and I could only imagine what was running through his head. For he knew what that meant for me and Jaime. “He took your virginity didn’t he?”
“It was when we weren’t speaking. I was terrified that I would die without ever experiencing it. So yes, I let him take it.”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I was too much of an idiot to think you’d fallen for him.” Robb apologized, avoiding my gaze.
I held his chin and turned his attention back on me. “It’s in the past.”
“You’re right. Now we can be together. A king and a queen.” He nodded meeting my gaze.
I leaned up pressing my lips down upon his. He embraced me back instantly when my fingers dug into his back. He ran his body over every inch of my body he could reach. “I am yours and only yours now.”
“I’m yours now and always.” Robb declared with our bodies going together before we collapsed onto the bed exhausted but happy regardless of how long it had taken us to get to this very moment.
The problem that neither of us knew was that something very small would create some more tension between a new husband and wife.
I think nonnie meant discreetly.. or as much as Daemyra can be (not at all) the first thing he does when he cuts in is move her to the other side of the room, away from her father. Who she sees is watching and scoffs. He using dancing w (not Rhae) to get up without making it seem like he’s heading right to talking to her. Then he mooseys over. He was trying to be sneaky. Low profile. But that all went out the window when they started talking and got close.
