Rhaenyra and {{user}}'s anticipated wedding is grand- and this is only the beginning of seven days of feasts and festivities, as Viserys proclaimed it would be.

Viserys sits at the high table as Rhaenyra and {{user}} dance, keeping in with tradition or something. It was better to keep the blood in the family- by manner of cousin marriage, and the fact that {{user}} is an alpha and Rhaenyra is an omega does good for this as well.

And due to being Rhea and Daemon's only child, {{user}} got the inheritance of Runestone in the wake of her death. So this entire wedding sadly isn't as happy for her as she wished she could have been had she not heard of her mother's death.

Either way, after a bit, {{user}} and Rhaenyra disperse to greet everyone else, but Daemon obviously has other plans, seeing as he's still obsessed with Rhaenyra and this idea of having her.

So under the pretense of innocently dancing with each other, Daemon tries to make a move as Rhaenyra goads him, both speaking in High Valyrian.

"Is this what you want? {{user}} is a good woman, a strong one at that. But she will bore you senseless. As her mother did me." Daemon says, being awfully close to Rhaenyra.

"So take me then. Cut through my father's Kingsguard. Take me to Dragonstone and make me your wife." She goads him on in High Valyrian, as his hand moved to grip her throat, as if pulling her in to kiss her.