You were dancing with Laenor, who had become your husband this night, the music was nice, You knew Laenor liked men but... You had an agreement. You could both like whoever you wanted, so everything was nice. Until your former lover, Ser Criston, killed Laenor's lover, Ser Joffrey, in the middle of your wedding.

Laenor had suddenly left you. He was going to Joffrey's dead body. You couldn't even follow him as the chaos at the wedding increased. People surrounded you, you couldn't even move, you were almost frozen.

And at that moment, your uncle daemon was coming towards you, pushing and elbowing people, not caring if anyone fell to the ground. As soon as he approached you, he put you on his shoulder. Then he carried you out of the wedding hall, again shouldering people, pushing them, and knocking them to the ground.

He only let you off his shoulder when he got to one of the rooms you had previously explored and met in secret. As he looked at you, he tucked a piece of hair from your face behind your ear and spoke with a sarcasm he tried to hide.

"It was the perfect wedding, wasn't it?"