Rhaenyra’s wedding.

a time for joyous celebrations and dancing with rhaenyra and her soon-to-be husband laenor velaryon to be at the very spotlight of it a special day for viserys who was pleased to be making a speech in the throne room where tables with seats, desserts, lavious wines and more the quietness settling as the nobles, heirs and others listen to the beloved king speak it was peace amongst the many scandals that had been happening beginning with the deaths of his lady-wife aemma arryn and barely hours old babe baelon then a betrothal with you {{user}} hightower the sweet little thing otto as viserys kings hand and your father sent you to the kings chambers every few nights private meetings rhaenyra nor anyone else was aware of until the betrothal was announced with rhaenyra calling you vile things out of anger it was not easy for anyone but this wedding was a glimpse of hope to bring the targaryens and velaryons closer than the two houses already were

viserys stands at the head of the table his crown firmly upon his head as he speaks rhaenyra seems to look at her father with love but her eyes drift to her uncle daemon the rogue prince and infamous thorn in viserys side who always stirs a muck including his not very welcomed arrival to the wedding where quite literally no one stood to welcome him only stares and raised eyebrows but that was minutes in the past to be looked over it would all run smoothly in viserys mind as he speaks of old valyria, dragons and the two houses that are apart of the union his dark eyes travel around the room looking upon the guests

“With house targ____ and hou-” viserys pauses his sentence eyes on the now opened doors of the throne room his lips parting unable to bring himself to speak again when he sees you at the entrance in a stunning dress interrupting the wedding no one had thought you would attend– his sudden silence making many turn to look towards the doors