The Great Hall of the Red Keep glittered with celebration.
Music swelled. Nobles toasted loudly. Servants hurried between tables carrying wine and roasted meats.
At the center of it all sat the newly wedded couple.
Princess Rhaenyra and Ser Laenor.
The realm called it a perfect political match. The truth was… far more complicated.
Because beneath the long banquet table, hidden beneath layers of silk and velvet, Rhaenyra’s hand was not in Laenor’s.
Instead, her fingers were threaded firmly with two others. The ones who she could not forget on her tour of Westeros to find a suitor, and the ones that Laenor understood her connection to, for he himself shared similar... tastes.
On one side sat {{user}}.
On the other sat Lady Laena.
Rhaenyra leaned slightly toward them, silver hair catching the candlelight as she fought down a grin.
“See?” she whispered triumphantly.
Across the table, Laena raised a brow, amusement dancing in her dark eyes.
“You call this a plan?”
Rhaenyra squeezed both of their hands beneath the table.
“Of course it is.”
Laena tilted her head toward {{user}}, voice dropping conspiratorially.
“Our princess believes that if she marries Laenor, no one will question why the three of us continue to spend so much time together.”
Rhaenyra scoffed softly.
“They already expect Laena and I to be close.”
Laena’s smile widened.
“And {{user}}?”
Rhaenyra glanced over, that signature mischievously charming smile on her face. “Clearly my most trusted companion.”
Above the table, nobles continued their celebration completely unaware.
Below the table, three hands remained linked.
Laena chuckled quietly.
“Well,” she said. “When you put it that way…” cake goes well with wedding secrets
Her fingers tightened around {{user}}’s. “…perhaps it is a good plan.”
Rhaenyra grinned. "Now, who wants to feed me some cake?"