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[lordhusband]

Adored by the Realm: Day 6

The Red Keep, King’s Landing, Westeros, 15th day of the 12th moon 129AC The sixth day of wedding celebrations: Adored by the Realm.

The Third Tourney

The sun already stood high in the sky when Corlys woke up. He reached out, only to find the rest of the bed empty, no sign of Rhaenys. Perplexed he sat up, rubbing his face. There had been too much good wine and later fine spirits during the wedding feast. The sun had peaked up over the horizon by the time he had gotten back to bed. Rhaenys had left the party earlier, urging him to stay and enjoy himself.

“Princess?” He called out and swung his legs out. The mason stones felt icy against his feet. There was no fire going in the fireplace. How late was it?

“The tourney is about to start, my lord,” his steward said upon entering with fresh clothes and a tray of food. “The Princess Rhaenys has gone down to look at the agricultural competitions.”

“When did she leave?” Corlys asked as he grabbed a roll and took a bite.

“She was up quite early. I believe she had breakfast with the children in the dining hall.”

Corlys raised his brows and took off his night shirt, letting his steward help him get dressed as he ate some food.

“There you are,” Rhaenys said with a smile as Corlys stepped into the royal loge. “Good morrow.”

“Good morrow, my princess,” Corlys said and greeted her with a tender kiss, stroking her cheek before he looked around and bowed his head to the rest of the people gathered in the royal loge. “Why didn’t you wake me when you left? How did you get down here?”

“Because you had barely slept, when I got up. The hippocamp woke me up early. And I rode down here in a carriage, I did not exert myself.”

Corlys nodded and reached out taking her hand, entwining their fingers as the final tourneys begun.

Their grandsons had fared well, Corlys knew Daemon had been training them. It was paying off. Especially young Joffrey showed great talent in the jousting, steering his horse with skilled ease.

As the final joust ended Corlys got up and reached out towards his wife.

“Won’t you escort Rhaenyra? I’d like a word with Daemon.” Corlys raised his brows at her but nodded.

Dining and Dancing in The Royal Gardens

After a much-needed rest Rhaenys shifted and peppered Corlys’ nose with kisses. “Wake up, lord husband. There’s another feast and more dancing to attend,” she whispered. Rhaenys slowly got out of bed, wincing as her stomach tightened once more. She closed her eyes and focussed on her breathing. This wasn’t real labour, that much she could tell. But real labour was getting closer by the day.  

Valaena helped her get dressed. Light fabrics that clung to her curves and a warmer shawl for when the sun set. There were rumours of fireworks, which Rhaenys was excited to see were true. She adored fireworks, but it was a rare treat, even for a princess.

Naturally Corlys finished getting ready before her, sitting beside her as Valaena began to twist her hair our of her face. “Tomorrow we can rest, the evening garden party will conclude the wedding celebrations.”

“And then we must plan the trip home. You and the hippocamp have been busy, you need rest more than I do.”

Rhaenys chuckled, catching Valaena’s eyes in the mirror. They both knew Corlys was still feeling the effects of last night’s spirits. “Yes, of course,” she said.

Corlys placed a new necklace around her neck.

“What’s this?”

“A Daenaera creation, princess.”

Rhaenys beamed as she got up and took Corlys’ arm.

“Stop…” Rhaenys said as they reached the bottom of the last flight of stairs. She turned enough to bury her head against Corlys’ shoulders, allowing the tears to fall against his clothes. Her back ached; her hips felt like they were dislocating at each step. She wasn’t sure how long they stood there, but Corlys was patient and Rhaenys relaxed as his hand traced patterns against her back.

When they made it to the party, Rhaenys sat down after greeting the family. Curtsying Rhaenyra had almost caused her to fall over and make a scene. Corlys fussed over her as she sat, crouching beside her.

“Princess?”

“I’m fine. I just need to sit for a moment,” she whispered softly. “Maybe for the night,” she reasoned after a moment. “Now get up, people are staring.”

Corlys took a seat beside her and Rhaenys reached out and took his hand. They remained seated throughout the dinner, even though sitting only did little to ease the pain. The sun was still setting as Rhaenys leaned in and whispered. “Help me back to our rooms?”

Corlys nodded and rose. As she mentally readied herself to the painful walk back, Corlys made sure to say their good nights to the family, albeit earlier than expected.

Tears were streaming freely down her face, as Rhaenys reached the bed and sat down. Corlys moved swiftly around her, helping her undress and helped her lift her legs up on the bed so she could lay down.

“Don’t cry, my princess.” His words were warm and tender, easing the sadness she felt about missing out. “Look,” he said and gestured to the windows, “I believe we will be able to see the fireworks from here.”

“You’re too kind,” Rhaenys said softly.

As the sky darkened Rhaenys settled on her side with her head on Corlys’ chest. Her pain had eased, and they had coupled gently. Rhaenys hadn’t realised how much she had missed being that close to Corlys.

A loud bang caused them both to jerk, followed by chuckles as bright colours filled the night sky outside their window.

“Braavosi fireworks. Lord Greyjoy procured them, I’ve been told. “

“Darling Lord Dalton. You better watch out, lord husband, he’s quite the sailor.”

Honourable mention: @rogueprincedaemontarg, @black-queen-rising, @thedadkraken, @princejoffreyvelaryon, @littlevelaryon

[rideroftheredqueen]

Adored by the Realm: Day 6

The Red Keep, King’s Landing, Westeros, 15th day of the 12th moon 129AC The sixth day of wedding celebrations: Adored by the Realm.

The Third Tourney

The sun already stood high in the sky when Corlys woke up. He reached out, only to find the rest of the bed empty, no sign of Rhaenys. Perplexed he sat up, rubbing his face. There had been too much good wine and later fine spirits during the wedding feast. The sun had peaked up over the horizon by the time he had gotten back to bed. Rhaenys had left the party earlier, urging him to stay and enjoy himself.

“Princess?” He called out and swung his legs out. The mason stones felt icy against his feet. There was no fire going in the fireplace. How late was it?

“The tourney is about to start, my lord,” his steward said upon entering with fresh clothes and a tray of food. “The Princess Rhaenys has gone down to look at the agricultural competitions.”

“When did she leave?” Corlys asked as he grabbed a roll and took a bite.

“She was up quite early. I believe she had breakfast with the children in the dining hall.”

Corlys raised his brows and took off his night shirt, letting his steward help him get dressed as he ate some food.

“There you are,” Rhaenys said with a smile as Corlys stepped into the royal loge. “Good morrow.”

“Good morrow, my princess,” Corlys said and greeted her with a tender kiss, stroking her cheek before he looked around and bowed his head to the rest of the people gathered in the royal loge. “Why didn’t you wake me when you left? How did you get down here?”

“Because you had barely slept, when I got up. The hippocamp woke me up early. And I rode down here in a carriage, I did not exert myself.”

Corlys nodded and reached out taking her hand, entwining their fingers as the final tourneys begun.

Their grandsons had fared well, Corlys knew Daemon had been training them. It was paying off. Especially young Joffrey showed great talent in the jousting, steering his horse with skilled ease.

As the final joust ended Corlys got up and reached out towards his wife.

“Won’t you escort Rhaenyra? I’d like a word with Daemon.” Corlys raised his brows at her but nodded.

Dining and Dancing in The Royal Gardens

After a much-needed rest Rhaenys shifted and peppered Corlys’ nose with kisses. “Wake up, lord husband. There’s another feast and more dancing to attend,” she whispered. Rhaenys slowly got out of bed, wincing as her stomach tightened once more. She closed her eyes and focussed on her breathing. This wasn’t real labour, that much she could tell. But real labour was getting closer by the day.  

Valaena helped her get dressed. Light fabrics that clung to her curves and a warmer shawl for when the sun set. There were rumours of fireworks, which Rhaenys was excited to see were true. She adored fireworks, but it was a rare treat, even for a princess.

Naturally Corlys finished getting ready before her, sitting beside her as Valaena began to twist her hair our of her face. “Tomorrow we can rest, the evening garden party will conclude the wedding celebrations.”

“And then we must plan the trip home. You and the hippocamp have been busy, you need rest more than I do.”

Rhaenys chuckled, catching Valaena’s eyes in the mirror. They both knew Corlys was still feeling the effects of last night’s spirits. “Yes, of course,” she said.

Corlys placed a new necklace around her neck.

“What’s this?”

“A Daenaera creation, princess.”

Rhaenys beamed as she got up and took Corlys’ arm.

“Stop…” Rhaenys said as they reached the bottom of the last flight of stairs. She turned enough to bury her head against Corlys’ shoulders, allowing the tears to fall against his clothes. Her back ached; her hips felt like they were dislocating at each step. She wasn’t sure how long they stood there, but Corlys was patient and Rhaenys relaxed as his hand traced patterns against her back.

When they made it to the party, Rhaenys sat down after greeting the family. Curtsying Rhaenyra had almost caused her to fall over and make a scene. Corlys fussed over her as she sat, crouching beside her.

“Princess?”

“I’m fine. I just need to sit for a moment,” she whispered softly. “Maybe for the night,” she reasoned after a moment. “Now get up, people are staring.”

Corlys took a seat beside her and Rhaenys reached out and took his hand. They remained seated throughout the dinner, even though sitting only did little to ease the pain. The sun was still setting as Rhaenys leaned in and whispered. “Help me back to our rooms?”

Corlys nodded and rose. As she mentally readied herself to the painful walk back, Corlys made sure to say their good nights to the family, albeit earlier than expected.

Tears were streaming freely down her face, as Rhaenys reached the bed and sat down. Corlys moved swiftly around her, helping her undress and helped her lift her legs up on the bed so she could lay down.

“Don’t cry, my princess.” His words were warm and tender, easing the sadness she felt about missing out. “Look,” he said and gestured to the windows, “I believe we will be able to see the fireworks from here.”

“You’re too kind,” Rhaenys said softly.

As the sky darkened Rhaenys settled on her side with her head on Corlys’ chest. Her pain had eased, and they had coupled gently. Rhaenys hadn’t realised how much she had missed being that close to Corlys.

A loud bang caused them both to jerk, followed by chuckles as bright colours filled the night sky outside their window.

“Braavosi fireworks. Lord Greyjoy procured them, I’ve been told. “

“Darling Lord Dalton. You better watch out, lord husband, he’s quite the sailor.”

Honourable mention: @rogueprincedaemontarg, @black-queen-rising, @thedadkraken, @princejoffreyvelaryon, @littlevelaryon

[ladyjocelynbaratheon]

Jocelyn offered the young prince a kind smile. She remembered all too well how it felt to be a child in the capital. She had argued with her father, after he had sent her to live with her older half-siblings, the King and Queen, she wanted to go home. Home had always and would always be Storm’s End. Dragonstone had been a rightful contender to home while Aemon had been alive.

“Thank you. The journey here was hard, I can never quite make up my mind whether to travel by land or by sea to get here, both ways seem too uncomfortable in my opinion. I am here for the wedding and to catch up with family. The Red Keep provides well for its guests, I have no complaints.”

Jocelyn raised a curious brow. Had the boy really called Rhaenys his grandmother-aunt? What a silly title, but for the Targaryen dynasty it would often make sense. “Yes, I am to become a grandmother again, a blessing this late in life. Though also strange and two of my other grandchildren are to be wed. And I believe your mother, The Realms Delight, Our Queen is expecting twins, so there’s a fair chance your wish for another brother might be granted. Exciting times all around,” Jocelyn commented, though she truly found it embarrassing that her daughter and son-in-law were expecting a child this late in life. The sheer knowledge of the fact that they still coupled this far into their marriage was knowledge Jocelyn had not wanted.

She deliberately made no comment about the gender of her grandchild to be. Both Corlys and Rhaenys had been adamant that it would change nothing in the succession of Driftmark and Jocelyn had seen too many family members die in childbed, leaving the children without mothers. She worried too much about her daughter’s well-being, despite their, at times, strained relationship to truly be excited about the babe to come.

“May I ask which books and scrolls you’ve taken from the library?”

Of distant kin

starter with @ladyjocelynbaratheon

Viserys walked towards his chambers clutching several books he had bought from the library. Though the number of tomes in his grasp wasn't vast, their collective weight was considerable, weighing down his arms. Although despite their unwieldyness he was able to carry them, he wondered with a smirk if his recent squiring was to blame.

Just then one of the books on the top one with a dark blue cover toppled over, Viserys cursed under his breath as he bent down to begin to pick it up, but then the other books he was carrying fell over in quick succession as well. He sighed and kneeled down to pick up the fallen books, huffing in frustration and began to rearrange them like they were blocks and he was Baelon or Emma. 

"Damn it," he muttered as he tried to maintain his balance while gathering the books back up into his arms. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a woman leaning over the sunny balcony, and despite her not staying in King's Landing often, he still recognized her lady, Jocelyn Baratheon, the former wife of the pale prince Aemon and the mother of his grandmother Rhaenys.

Viserys paused in his tracks, his usual curiosity propelled him forward to greet her. He approached her with a mixture of eagerness and trepidation, unsure of how she might react to his greeting.

"Lady Jocelyn," he began, his voice faltering slightly "I hope I'm not disturbing you."

[fail-boy]

okok i did the playlists...i hope it sends bc i know tumblr gets weird with links

https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLUljoUDIIcPQogdOE124yj6sGb2WzrvSX&si=bQWn-xASUqMr6oJZ (video essay playlist, it hasnt been updated in a bit besides the couple i added on just now, but it's the ones ive watched more than once. ill definitely be adding onto it over time!!)

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4ZoTzZJYiXF3UwDmPEQnGO?si=Og-Yhho6SE2NUIxeWJt-MA&pi=u-GGePLzyXQOe6 (playlist !!!!!! it was only gonna be a couple but. now it's eight hours...)

im very normal and not thinking about your lap still (it's been plaguing me for days), and i also did Not (i did) consider that you'd look rlly hot smoking while i was there 😔 ive never smoked before but i kinda wanna try it with you 🫣 id rather try edibles though first bc of those thc(?) nerds ropes!!!! they were my favorite candy growing up :3333

weeee okok ill try to catch up with dnp....thank you for the suggestion :3

my faaaavorite musical is falsettos (and in trousers which is like the prequel to it!), and i also really love ride the cyclone!!!!! the character jane doe is my favorite :] if you ever have the time i recommend ride the cyclone, it's an hour long (compared to falsettos being two hours long...) n really fun !! you can find it on youtube :3 (i also like bmc, i like to reenact bits and pieces of it as michael when im bored !!!!)

hereditary !!!!!!!!!! i absolutely love hereditary ive only seen it once but aaaaugh....peter is my favorite character n i care about him a lot :[ i tried watching saw but i got sad bc i was worried adam was gonna die and i immediately got attached to him lol, but i wanna try again !!!!! everyone talks about it so much i gottaaaaa, ill be brave 😤😤

i hope you're doing good today :33333 sending you all my love and good vibes for your cornflakes !!!!!!!!

- 🫀🦷

hey sugar! it's so lovely to hear from you again <3

fuck yeah! i gave it a look through and ive seen a couple and some are new to me! im definitely gonna watch some tonight while me and my gf have the house to ourselves <3

ooooooh thanks cutie!!! im very excited to give this a listen as well! you have good taste pup i like lots of these songs <3

sweet thing <3 i want you in my lap more than anything, wanna cuddle you and kiss you and hold you while you try and be good for me <3 id love to smoke with you! that would be a lot of fun, we can start you with little joints and blunts and then build up to pipes and bongs :p i bet youd look gorgeous hitting a bong and getting all stoned <3

hell yeah! i rly hope you enjoy their videos, they're so good <3

oh yes ive heard of that! very good taste bb! ill try and check them both out this week, i have lots of time to myself! god ur really fucking adorable sugar id love to watch you sing your lil heart out

yippee!!! i have two hereditary tattoos; charlie's pigeon drawing in her notebook, and the little sigil that pops up everywhere (like on the grandma's necklace) <3 peter is my fave he's such a good relatable character! awww sugar thats so real of you, i wish i could watch it with you so i could hold you and keep you safe! maybe watch it with your partner and they can snuggle you while you watch it and keep u cozy and safe! its a really really good movie i think youll enjoy it!! adam is the scrunkly

my day was pretty good! busy as hell but im almost done for the day, just need to order dinner and eat <3 thank u sugar im sending good vibes right back and kisses and hugs <3

[lordhusband]

Adored by the Realm: Day 1

The Red Keep, King’s Landing, Westeros, 10th day of the 12th moon 129AC Crown Prince Jacaerys’ 21st name day, the last day of Mother’s Day Celebrations, the first day of wedding celebrations: Adored by the Realm.

Mother’s Day Celebration

“Next Mother’s Day Celebrations we will have an almost one-year-old,” Corlys said as he pressed a tender kiss to Rhaenys’ bump. The weeks spent in King’s Landing had been good for them. He could tell Rhaenys was soothed by the presence of family and though she was still visibly uncomfortable most of the time, her smiles came easier and seemed more sincere.

The Mother’s Day Celebrations had been a challenging celebration for years. Corlys wondered how Rhaenys had fared in the early years after losing both their children. Even as he returned to her, the Mother’s Day Celebrations had been sombre and quiet. He had watched Rhaenys put on a brave face, celebrating with Rhaenyra and the grandchildren, but he had also seen her tears once they were alone, heard her sobs when she thought no one would hear her. It had gotten better each year, fewer tears and softer smiles.

Corlys leaned up and kissed Rhaenys’ lips, before he procured a present from his pocket and placed it in her hand. “It’s just a small thing,” he said as she sat back on the bed and watched her unwrap the present.

“Corlys…” Rhaenys’ eyes brightened, her smile widening as Corlys watched her pull out the string of blue-toned pearls. “These are incredibly rare; how did you get so many of them?”

“There are one-and-twenty of them. I’ve been collecting them since Jacaerys’ birth, with the intention of gifting them to you on the day he came of age.” Corlys explained with ease. Rhaenys’ look of disbelief had him chuckle and he leaned in, kissing her again. “I wasn’t sure what sort of jewellery I should have them incorporated into, so I’ll let you help design something special.”

“Thank you Corlys. They are beautiful, I’m sure we can come up with something special,” Rhaenys said with a bright smile.

“Are you ready for the parade?” Corlys asked as he got up and extended his hand to Rhaenys. As she took it, he helped her stand.

Grand Royal Parade

Corlys helped her into the carriage and Rhaenys shifted the pillow behind her, so they would provide the support she needed. Corlys seated himself beside her and made sure that her legs were covered with warm blankets.

“Thank you,” Rhaenys said as she leaned back, just in time for their carriage to take off. Rhaenys saw many familiar faces in the crowd, she waved and smiled, just as her mother had once taught her. Some she had known since her own childhood, walking through King’s Landing with her muñazma, sitting with her muñazma listening to the women of King’s Landing – or rather all of Westeros – coming to her, bringing their concerns to Women’s Court. Her muñazma had raised her to rule, knowledge she had since passed onto Rhaenyra, but also used as the Mistress of Driftmark.

There were young faces in the crowd, children making their way to the front to see the royal family in their regalia. The first event of the wedding celebrations. Rhaenys was equal measures of nervous and excited. Her and Corlys had chosen black and gold for their outfits tonight, reminiscent of the robes they had worn at Rhaenyra and Laenor’s opening feast.

Corlys’ hand found her thigh as they paused by the Sept. Rhaenys nodded encouragingly. “Go, put in our donations and then return to me, I’ll be fine,” she said with a smile. She couldn’t help but to grin as Corlys kissed her, before he stepped down and walked towards the Sept with most of the royal family.

“Princess?”

Rhaenys turned to the other side, smiling as she spotted a very familiar face. “Violet!” Rhaenys had met Violet when they were both young children. She had spent hours in Violet’s family’s candle making shop, which her muñazma had encouraged, believing building a good relationship with the small folk, was vital for a good ruler. “I haven’t seen you in … “

“It’s been years, Princess. Are you with child?”

Rhaenys waved the guards off, as she noticed them closing in on them. “Violet’s a friend,” she said, before returning her attention to Violet. She took Violet’s outstretched hand and pressed it against her bump. “I am. And I am due within this moon.” She said with a grin.

“But this wedding is for your grandchildren, yes?”

“Oh, don’t remind me,” Rhaenys chided playfully. “Do you still prove candles to the Sept?”

“No, they picked another vendor when my father died. I took over but…”

“But they prefer to do their trades with a man,” Rhaenys reasoned easily. “What about the castle?”

“The Queen, back when she was hand of the King, renewed the agreement when I took over. So I have my hands full. My sons and their wives work with me. And my grandchildren. I have seven now.”

“I’ll make sure to come by soon, I want some of your candles at High Tide.”

“I’ll look forward to it, Princess.”

Rhaenys waved at her friend, just as Corlys’ return made the carriage sway.

“Who was that?”

“Violet, the candlemaker,” Rhaenys explained, wincing as the carriage set off again.

The Opening Feast

“Lord Corlys Velaryon, Master of Driftmark, Lord of the Tide and his wife The Princess Rhaenys, Mistress of Driftmark, Lady of the Tides. Grandparents of Prince Jacaerys Velaryon and Lady Baela Targaryen.”

Corlys kept one arm around Rhaenys’ waist, holding her hand with the other as he guided her down the stairs, entering the great hall in time for the opening feast. Light bounced off the gilded threads in their outfits and Corlys was proud to walk beside Rhaenys, who masked her pain and discomfort with practised ease.

As they reached the main table, Corlys bowed, as Rhaenys dipped into a respectful curtsy. Corlys felt her grip on his hand tightened and he was quick to help her up, before anyone would notice.

Being the grandparents of both bride and groom had given them some logistic challenges with the seating arrangement. Corlys walked with Rhaenys to the bride’s side and helped her to sit. He kissed her temple, before he seated himself at the groom’s side of the table.

As the meal concluded and the music began, Corlys and Rhaenys reunited on the dance floor. Normally they’d spent the night in the middle of the room, but tonight they stayed on the edge of the crowd, taking it slow. Any sound of people falling or raised voices made Rhaenys jump in his arms, memories of the son’s wedding causing old wounds to rise to the surface.

Long before the end of the night, Corlys and Rhaenys sought out Jacaerys and presented him with a Velaryon signet ring. “This was… This was Laenor’s,” Corlys explained quietly. “Or parts of it was. I found when we were looking for our formal robes. Laenor and Vaemond’s. I had them melted down and rings made for you, Lucerys and Joffrey. Something to remember your roots by when you become a Targaryen king.”

They made it back to their room, still able to hear the music from the feast. Corlys knelt down as he removed Rhaenys’ shoes and stockings. He moved swiftly removing her garments as tears ran down her face. “I’ll get the tincture for you,” he said as he helped her into her nightgown and kissed her forehead. “Valaena will help you take down your hair.” When Corlys returned Rhaenys was in bed, under the covers, but her bright eyes shone in the candlelight. “It’s a thick mixture,” he said as he brought the cup to her lips. She drank without question and when Corlys settled down beside her, she was already asleep. He reached out and stroked her bump gently, until he too drifted off to sleep.

Honourable mentioning: @notatargaryenbastard, @black-queen-rising, @moondancer-rp, @rideroftheredqueen

[rideroftheredqueen]

Adored by the Realm: Day 1

The Red Keep, King’s Landing, Westeros, 10th day of the 12th moon 129AC Crown Prince Jacaerys’ 21st name day, the last day of Mother’s Day Celebrations, the first day of wedding celebrations: Adored by the Realm.

Mother’s Day Celebration

“Next Mother’s Day Celebrations we will have an almost one-year-old,” Corlys said as he pressed a tender kiss to Rhaenys’ bump. The weeks spent in King’s Landing had been good for them. He could tell Rhaenys was soothed by the presence of family and though she was still visibly uncomfortable most of the time, her smiles came easier and seemed more sincere.

The Mother’s Day Celebrations had been a challenging celebration for years. Corlys wondered how Rhaenys had fared in the early years after losing both their children. Even as he returned to her, the Mother’s Day Celebrations had been sombre and quiet. He had watched Rhaenys put on a brave face, celebrating with Rhaenyra and the grandchildren, but he had also seen her tears once they were alone, heard her sobs when she thought no one would hear her. It had gotten better each year, fewer tears and softer smiles.

Corlys leaned up and kissed Rhaenys’ lips, before he procured a present from his pocket and placed it in her hand. “It’s just a small thing,” he said as she sat back on the bed and watched her unwrap the present.

“Corlys…” Rhaenys’ eyes brightened, her smile widening as Corlys watched her pull out the string of blue-toned pearls. “These are incredibly rare; how did you get so many of them?”

“There are one-and-twenty of them. I’ve been collecting them since Jacaerys’ birth, with the intention of gifting them to you on the day he came of age.” Corlys explained with ease. Rhaenys’ look of disbelief had him chuckle and he leaned in, kissing her again. “I wasn’t sure what sort of jewellery I should have them incorporated into, so I’ll let you help design something special.”

“Thank you Corlys. They are beautiful, I’m sure we can come up with something special,” Rhaenys said with a bright smile.

“Are you ready for the parade?” Corlys asked as he got up and extended his hand to Rhaenys. As she took it, he helped her stand.

Grand Royal Parade

Corlys helped her into the carriage and Rhaenys shifted the pillow behind her, so they would provide the support she needed. Corlys seated himself beside her and made sure that her legs were covered with warm blankets.

“Thank you,” Rhaenys said as she leaned back, just in time for their carriage to take off. Rhaenys saw many familiar faces in the crowd, she waved and smiled, just as her mother had once taught her. Some she had known since her own childhood, walking through King’s Landing with her muñazma, sitting with her muñazma listening to the women of King’s Landing – or rather all of Westeros – coming to her, bringing their concerns to Women’s Court. Her muñazma had raised her to rule, knowledge she had since passed onto Rhaenyra, but also used as the Mistress of Driftmark.

There were young faces in the crowd, children making their way to the front to see the royal family in their regalia. The first event of the wedding celebrations. Rhaenys was equal measures of nervous and excited. Her and Corlys had chosen black and gold for their outfits tonight, reminiscent of the robes they had worn at Rhaenyra and Laenor’s opening feast.

Corlys’ hand found her thigh as they paused by the Sept. Rhaenys nodded encouragingly. “Go, put in our donations and then return to me, I’ll be fine,” she said with a smile. She couldn’t help but to grin as Corlys kissed her, before he stepped down and walked towards the Sept with most of the royal family.

“Princess?”

Rhaenys turned to the other side, smiling as she spotted a very familiar face. “Violet!” Rhaenys had met Violet when they were both young children. She had spent hours in Violet’s family’s candle making shop, which her muñazma had encouraged, believing building a good relationship with the small folk, was vital for a good ruler. “I haven’t seen you in … “

“It’s been years, Princess. Are you with child?”

Rhaenys waved the guards off, as she noticed them closing in on them. “Violet’s a friend,” she said, before returning her attention to Violet. She took Violet’s outstretched hand and pressed it against her bump. “I am. And I am due within this moon.” She said with a grin.

“But this wedding is for your grandchildren, yes?”

“Oh, don’t remind me,” Rhaenys chided playfully. “Do you still prove candles to the Sept?”

“No, they picked another vendor when my father died. I took over but…”

“But they prefer to do their trades with a man,” Rhaenys reasoned easily. “What about the castle?”

“The Queen, back when she was hand of the King, renewed the agreement when I took over. So I have my hands full. My sons and their wives work with me. And my grandchildren. I have seven now.”

“I’ll make sure to come by soon, I want some of your candles at High Tide.”

“I’ll look forward to it, Princess.”

Rhaenys waved at her friend, just as Corlys’ return made the carriage sway.

“Who was that?”

“Violet, the candlemaker,” Rhaenys explained, wincing as the carriage set off again.

The Opening Feast

“Lord Corlys Velaryon, Master of Driftmark, Lord of the Tide and his wife The Princess Rhaenys, Mistress of Driftmark, Lady of the Tides. Grandparents of Prince Jacaerys Velaryon and Lady Baela Targaryen.”

Corlys kept one arm around Rhaenys’ waist, holding her hand with the other as he guided her down the stairs, entering the great hall in time for the opening feast. Light bounced off the gilded threads in their outfits and Corlys was proud to walk beside Rhaenys, who masked her pain and discomfort with practised ease.

As they reached the main table, Corlys bowed, as Rhaenys dipped into a respectful curtsy. Corlys felt her grip on his hand tightened and he was quick to help her up, before anyone would notice.

Being the grandparents of both bride and groom had given them some logistic challenges with the seating arrangement. Corlys walked with Rhaenys to the bride’s side and helped her to sit. He kissed her temple, before he seated himself at the groom’s side of the table.

As the meal concluded and the music began, Corlys and Rhaenys reunited on the dance floor. Normally they’d spent the night in the middle of the room, but tonight they stayed on the edge of the crowd, taking it slow. Any sound of people falling or raised voices made Rhaenys jump in his arms, memories of the son’s wedding causing old wounds to rise to the surface.

Long before the end of the night, Corlys and Rhaenys sought out Jacaerys and presented him with a Velaryon signet ring. “This was… This was Laenor’s,” Corlys explained quietly. “Or parts of it was. I found when we were looking for our formal robes. Laenor and Vaemond’s. I had them melted down and rings made for you, Lucerys and Joffrey. Something to remember your roots by when you become a Targaryen king.”

They made it back to their room, still able to hear the music from the feast. Corlys knelt down as he removed Rhaenys’ shoes and stockings. He moved swiftly removing her garments as tears ran down her face. “I’ll get the tincture for you,” he said as he helped her into her nightgown and kissed her forehead. “Valaena will help you take down your hair.” When Corlys returned Rhaenys was in bed, under the covers, but her bright eyes shone in the candlelight. “It’s a thick mixture,” he said as he brought the cup to her lips. She drank without question and when Corlys settled down beside her, she was already asleep. He reached out and stroked her bump gently, until he too drifted off to sleep.

Honourable mentioning: @notatargaryenbastard, @black-queen-rising, @moondancer-rp, @lordhusband

[lordhusband]

Adored by the Realm: Day 7

The Red Keep, King’s Landing, Westeros, 16th day of the 12th moon 129AC The seventh and final day of wedding celebrations: Adored by the Realm.

Garden Party

Corlys kept a close eye on Rhaenys as they made their way down to the final day of the wedding celebrations. He was glad to see that she seemed to be doing better than she had in days. He paused as she winched, but as she shook her head they carried on.

As the young royals quickly surrounded Rhaenys, Corlys took his leave to inspect their surroundings. Warm lights, fresh foods and a calm atmosphere. It seemed almost like any other family meal, though there was excitement in the air. Corlys didn’t know what the cause of the excitement was, but it felt good. The last party for a wedding tended to be a quiet affair, full of farewells families prepared to be apart again for a long time.

By chance he and Rhaenys were not seated together, princess Visenya had taken the seat meant for him. Corlys grinned and gave both princesses a kiss on the cheek, before he took the seat meant for the little princess.

Excitement seemed to grow as the sun set. Corlys found Rhaenys in the crowd and wrapped his arm around her waist. Only then did he understand the reason for the excitement. Prince Aemond proposing to Rhaena. Rhaenys was crying once more, luckily from happiness as she leaned against him.

Corlys noticed her stance changing and he shifted enough to look at her. However, Rhaenys was not looking at him, she was looking towards Rhaenyra and Daemon. Corlys followed her gaze, unsure what was happening. “Princess?” He asked as she seemed to relax again.

“My labour has begun. I’ve made arrangements for Daemon to fly me home on Caraxes. You are to follow by sea on The Sea Snake, quickly, but safely. I’ll be waiting for you by the Driftwood Throne. Don’t be late.”

Corlys could hardly keep up with the things that her words set into motion. Valaena brought down her things. Daemon left the party. Soon Corlys stood in the dragon pit, watching his wife and her cousin mount a dragon, preparing to take off without him. “Rhaenys…!”

“Hurry, Corlys.”

High Tide, Driftmark, Winter Solstice 21st day of the 12th moon 129 AC

Labouring by The Driftwood Throne

“Princess you should be in your chambers, in bed.”

Rhaenys remained quiet as the surge moved through her. She needed quietness around her. Kezmya’s constant talking at each surge was beginning to annoy her. She had done this twice before, and even though this pregnancy had been different, labour felt no different that it had when she was eight-and-ten or twenty. Even at six-and-fifty her body knew what to do. The surge came to an end and Rhaenys began walking around the Hall of Nines once more.

“No, I will remain here. Velaryons are born by The Driftwood Throne. Laena was born at Low Tide, Laenor was born right here. And for the love of The Seven, stop talking when a surge is happening or get out!” Rhaenys hissed as she turned to her lady-in-waiting and the acting Maester of Driftmark.

Kezmya had not experienced her pregnant or in labour before. Valaena Darklyn née Velaryon, Corlys’ cousin and one of her closest friends, had been there in the early stages of labour with Laena and Alyssa Penrose née Baratheon, her own cousin, had been there in the early stages of labour with Laenor. In the final stages it just been her and Corlys, as Rhaenys had wanted it.

It had been five days since she had left Corlys in King’s Landing at the final celebration of Jacaerys and Baela’s wedding. The waters were rough at this time of the year, but Rhaenys hoped he would make it in time. Her surges had been on an off for days, but since noon they had been increasingly regular and came more often.

“Princess you should be resting.”

“Kezmya, no.” Rhaenys said as she stood, rocking her hips from side to side to alleviate the ache that had been persistent for almost half a year now. Almost since the pregnancy was discovered. “That might be best from your experience. But I know how to do this. Once Corlys returns the babe will make its entrance to this world.”

“With Lord Corlys in the room?”

“Yes, Kezmya. With my lord husband holding me up, I will deliver this babe into the world by The Driftwood Throne. And only then I might need some aid. For now, I need your company and distraction, between the surges.”

“Kezmya, they’re asking for you down by the harbour, a young boy got a nasty cut. I will stay with the princess,” Alyssa said as she came through the spiral hallway entering the Hall of Nines. “Hello Princess, The Sea Snake has been spotted,” she said as she walked up to Rhaenys.

Rhaenys nodded, glad that Corlys’ ship had been spotted, and waited for Kezmya to leave. “Hello Alyssa. That is good news. The surges are coming close now.” Rhaenys sighed as Alyssa put her hands on her shoulders and pressed her thumbs against the tight muscles. “Oh…” Rhaenys gritted her teeth as another surge took over. She was thankful that Alyssa pulled back her hands but remained close. Close and quiet. It hurt more than the last one, and Rhaenys whimpered softly as it came to its end, leaving her panting. “How close was The Sea Snake?���

“Quite close.”

“Corlys!” Rhaenys turned as she heard her husband’s voice. They met in the middle of the room and Rhaenys leaned into his embrace, inhaling deeply, letting the scent of salt and sea calm her.

“I got you, Princess. Thank you Alyssa.”

“May The Seven bless you, cousins.”

“Corlys…” Rhaenys said as another surge came on.  She turned in Corlys’ arms and leaned against him, as his palms came to rest on her swollen stomach, lifting it gently. Rhaenys smiled slightly as she breathed through the pain.

“Did your waters break yet?” Corlys asked as the surge came to an end, but he didn’t let go. Rhaenys had told him many times, that when he lifted like this, it relieved much of the pain. He had done the same when she had laboured with Laena and Laenor.

Rhaenys shook her head slightly, before leaning her head back against his shoulder. “Not yet.”

Soon the surges became almost unbearable and Rhaenys whimpered in pain, leaning heavily against her husband. “Daor….” She hissed, digging her fingers into Corlys’ clothes.

When her waters broke there was a moment of relief and Rhaenys lessened her hold on Corlys’ clothes.

“The babe will be here soon,” Corlys said running his hand gently over Rhaenys’ stomach, lifting her long petticoat up little by little. Rhaenys was thankful for the help of getting out of the sweaty and now wet clothes. She followed Corlys as he guided her closer to The Driftwood Throne. “Both Laena and Laenor was born at the break of dawn, this little one might be born in the dark of the darkest night of the year.”

Rhaenys smiled softly. Corlys was right. She could feel the shift inside. The babe would be there soon. “Can you do this?” She asked quietly. Corlys was hardly young anymore, often needing a cane nowadays.

“Of course I can.” He reassured her and wrapped his arms around her from behind once more. “Planning to set a record about the length of your labour?” He teased her lovingly and placed a kiss against her temple.

“Only if by record you mean the fastest and I believe that’s already been too late,” Rhaenys said softly and placed her hands over Corlys’. “I want this pregnancy to be over. I want to feel like myself again, ride my dragon and my lord husband. I want the ache to lessen and be able to move without pain.”

Five strong urges later and Rhaenys brought forth her and Corlys’ third child. She lifted the babe into her arms and cleared its nose gently, causing the little one to cry out. Cheers of joy could be heard outside the Hall of Nines and Rhaenys turned to her husband. “We have a daughter.”

After the afterbirth had been delivered, Rhaenys indulged in a quick hot bath, before putting on a clean nightgown. Once settled in bed, Corlys eased the girl into her arms and Rhaenys gently helped the babe to latch on to her nipple. “You can go and send the announcement now, lord husband.” Rhaenys returned the kiss, Corlys gave her, smiling happily as she watched his proud smile. Ravens were sent to Kings Landing, Dragon Stone and Storm’s End, ensuring their family would know their child had made it safely into the world.

It is with the greatest pleasure; I can inform you that The Princess Rhaenys has given birth tonight on Winter Solstice. A daughter called Alysanne Rhaenyra Targaryen Velaryon. We call her “Nyssie”. We are looking forward to introducing her to you. Lord Corlys Velaryon of Driftmark.

Honourable mention: @aemond-one-eyed, @rhaenaspearls, @rogueprincedaemontarg, @black-queen-rising

[rideroftheredqueen]

Adored by the Realm: Day 7

The Red Keep, King’s Landing, Westeros, 16th day of the 12th moon 129AC The seventh and final day of wedding celebrations: Adored by the Realm.

Garden Party

Corlys kept a close eye on Rhaenys as they made their way down to the final day of the wedding celebrations. He was glad to see that she seemed to be doing better than she had in days. He paused as she winched, but as she shook her head they carried on.

As the young royals quickly surrounded Rhaenys, Corlys took his leave to inspect their surroundings. Warm lights, fresh foods and a calm atmosphere. It seemed almost like any other family meal, though there was excitement in the air. Corlys didn’t know what the cause of the excitement was, but it felt good. The last party for a wedding tended to be a quiet affair, full of farewells families prepared to be apart again for a long time.

By chance he and Rhaenys were not seated together, princess Visenya had taken the seat meant for him. Corlys grinned and gave both princesses a kiss on the cheek, before he took the seat meant for the little princess.

Excitement seemed to grow as the sun set. Corlys found Rhaenys in the crowd and wrapped his arm around her waist. Only then did he understand the reason for the excitement. Prince Aemond proposing to Rhaena. Rhaenys was crying once more, luckily from happiness as she leaned against him.

Corlys noticed her stance changing and he shifted enough to look at her. However, Rhaenys was not looking at him, she was looking towards Rhaenyra and Daemon. Corlys followed her gaze, unsure what was happening. “Princess?” He asked as she seemed to relax again.

“My labour has begun. I’ve made arrangements for Daemon to fly me home on Caraxes. You are to follow by sea on The Sea Snake, quickly, but safely. I’ll be waiting for you by the Driftwood Throne. Don’t be late.”

Corlys could hardly keep up with the things that her words set into motion. Valaena brought down her things. Daemon left the party. Soon Corlys stood in the dragon pit, watching his wife and her cousin mount a dragon, preparing to take off without him. “Rhaenys…!”

“Hurry, Corlys.”

High Tide, Driftmark, Winter Solstice 21st day of the 12th moon 129 AC

Labouring by The Driftwood Throne

“Princess you should be in your chambers, in bed.”

Rhaenys remained quiet as the surge moved through her. She needed quietness around her. Kezmya’s constant talking at each surge was beginning to annoy her. She had done this twice before, and even though this pregnancy had been different, labour felt no different that it had when she was eight-and-ten or twenty. Even at six-and-fifty her body knew what to do.

The surge came to an end and Rhaenys began walking around the Hall of Nines once more. “No, I will remain here. Velaryons are born by The Driftwood Throne. Laena was born at Low Tide, Laenor was born right here. And for the love of The Seven, stop talking when a surge is happening or get out!” Rhaenys hissed as she turned to her lady-in-waiting and the acting Maester of Driftmark. Kezmya had not experienced her pregnant or in labour before. Valaena Darklyn née Velaryon, Corlys’ cousin and one of her closest friends, had been there in the early stages of labour with Laena and Alyssa Penrose née Baratheon, her own cousin, had been there in the early stages of labour with Laenor. In the final stages it just been her and Corlys, as Rhaenys had wanted it.

It had been five days since she had left Corlys in King’s Landing at the final celebration of Jacaerys and Baela’s wedding. The waters were rough at this time of the year, but Rhaenys hoped he would make it in time. Her surges had been on an off for days, but since noon they had been increasingly regular and came more often.

“Princess you should be resting.”

“Kezmya, no.” Rhaenys said as she stood, rocking her hips from side to side to alleviate the ache that had been persistent for almost half a year now. Almost since the pregnancy was discovered. “That might be best from your experience. But I know how to do this. Once Corlys returns the babe will make its entrance to this world.”

“With Lord Corlys in the room?”

“Yes, Kezmya. With my lord husband holding me up, I will deliver this babe into the world by The Driftwood Throne. And only then I might need some aid. For now, I need your company and distraction, between the surges.”

“Kezmya, they’re asking for you down by the harbour, a young boy got a nasty cut. I will stay with the princess,” Alyssa said as she came through the spiral hallway entering the Hall of Nines. “Hello Princess, The Sea Snake has been spotted,” she said as she walked up to Rhaenys.

Rhaenys nodded, glad that Corlys’ ship had been spotted, and waited for Kezmya to leave. “Hello Valaena. That is good news. The surges are coming close now.” Rhaenys sighed as Alyssa put her hands on her shoulders and pressed her thumbs against the tight muscles. “Oh…”

Rhaenys gritted her teeth as another surge took over. She was thankful that Alyssa pulled back her hands but remained close. Close and quiet. It hurt more than the last one, and Rhaenys whimpered softly as it came to its end, leaving her panting. “How close was The Sea Snake?”

“Quite close.”

“Corlys!” Rhaenys turned as she heard her husband’s voice. They met in the middle of the room and Rhaenys leaned into his embrace, inhaling deeply, letting the scent of salt and sea calm her.

“I got you, Princess. Thank you Alyssa.”

“May The Seven bless you, cousins.”

“Corlys…” Rhaenys said as another surge came on.  She turned in Corlys’ arms and leaned against him, as his palms came to rest on her swollen stomach, lifting it gently. Rhaenys smiled slightly as she breathed through the pain.

“Did your waters break yet?” Corlys asked as the surge came to an end, but he didn’t let go. Rhaenys had told him many times, that when he lifted like this, it relieved much of the pain. He had done the same when she had laboured with Laena and Laenor.

Rhaenys shook her head slightly, before leaning her head back against his shoulder. “Not yet.”

Soon the surges became almost unbearable and Rhaenys whimpered in pain, leaning heavily against her husband. “Daor….” She hissed, digging her fingers into Corlys’ clothes. When her waters broke there was a moment of relief and Rhaenys lessened her hold on Corlys’ clothes.

“The babe will be here soon,” Corlys said running his hand gently over Rhaenys’ stomach, lifting her long petticoat up little by little. Rhaenys was thankful for the help of getting out of the sweaty and now wet clothes. She followed Corlys as he guided her closer to The Driftwood Throne. “Both Laena and Laenor was born at the break of dawn, this little one might be born in the dark of the darkest night of the year.”

Rhaenys smiled softly. Corlys was right. She could feel the shift inside. The babe would be there soon. “Can you do this?” She asked quietly. Corlys was hardly young anymore, often needing a cane nowadays.

“Of course I can.” He reassured her and wrapped his arms around her from behind once more. “Planning to set a record about the length of your labour?” He teased her lovingly and placed a kiss against her temple.

“Only if by record you mean the fastest and I believe that’s already been too late,” Rhaenys said softly and placed her hands over Corlys’. “I want this pregnancy to be over. I want to feel like myself again, ride my dragon and my lord husband. I want the ache to lessen and be able to move without pain.”

Five strong urges later and Rhaenys brought forth her and Corlys’ third child. She lifted the babe into her arms and cleared its nose gently, causing the little one to cry out.

Cheers of joy could be heard outside the Hall of Nines and Rhaenys turned to her husband. “We have a daughter.”

After the afterbirth had been delivered, Rhaenys indulged in a quick hot bath, before putting on a clean nightgown. Once settled in bed, Corlys eased the girl into her arms and Rhaenys gently helped the babe to latch on to her nipple. “You can go and send the announcement now, lord husband.”

Rhaenys returned the kiss, Corlys gave her, smiling happily as she watched his proud smile.

Ravens were sent to Kings Landing, Dragon Stone and Storm’s End, ensuring their family would know their child had made it safely into the world.

It is with the greatest pleasure; I can inform you that The Princess Rhaenys has given birth tonight on Winter Solstice. A daughter called Alysanne Rhaenyra Targaryen Velaryon. We call her “Nyssie”. We are looking forward to introducing her to you. Lord Corlys Velaryon of Driftmark.

Honourable mention: @aemond-one-eyed, @rhaenaspearls, @rogueprincedaemontarg, @black-queen-rising

[rideroftheredqueen]

Adored by the Realm: Day 5

The Red Keep, King’s Landing, Westeros, 14th day of the 12th moon 129AC The fifth day of wedding celebrations: Adored by the Realm.

The Wedding Ceremony

Corlys stood tall, representing the Velaryon family as vows were said in The Sept. Rhaenys was not by his side. He could barely see her from his place, but knew she stood representing Baela’s Targaryen heritage.

The Father – Clever Laenor ought to stand where he stood. He would have been so happy for Jacaerys and Baela. He would have loved the tourneys.

The Mother – Darling Laena ought to stand where Rhaenys stood. Glowing with pride at her daughter’s wedding vows.

The Maiden – Baela’s childhood was coming to an end with each passing vow. It felt final, Corlys found it strange that the little girl would truly be a woman.

The Crone – Corlys looked back towards his mother-in-law. How would he feel if he lived long enough to see great-grandchildren get married?

The Warrior – Jacaerys, the future of the realm. Laenor’s pride and joy, Corlys first born grandchild. He would forever hold a special place in his heart, even when he would no longer be Velaryon.

The Smith – Corlys smiled as Jacaerys placed the wedding robe over Baela’s shoulders. It had been made for his own wedding to Princess Rhaenys and truly displayed the close ties between the houses Targaryen and Velaryon.

The Stranger – Too many lives had been lost, people who ought to be here and celebrate with them. Corlys knew the future was unknown, but hoped and prayed that his grandchildren would experience fewer losses than his and their parents’ generations had.

Upon leaving the Sept Corlys reunited with his wife. She was a vision in sea blue and ocean green tulle, Velaryon colours, showing off her pregnancy proudly. She squeezed his hand tightly and he met her eyes. This time it wasn’t physical pain; this time she was emotional and Corlys could tell she had been fighting hard against the tears. Corlys leaned in close and whispered: “Now we get feast and dance.”

The Wedding Ball

The feast was magnificent. Perfection in every bite. The attention to detail made even the smallest gesture special and memorable. Rhaenys laughed and cried happily through the speeches, feeling at ease surrounded by family, sitting beside Corlys.

When the music began and Corlys asked her to dance, she accepted easily.

“How are you feeling, my princess?”

“Happy,” Rhaenys answered, before they followed the music. The song ended and Corlys bowed to her. Rhaenys nodded and watched as he went and asked Rhaenyra for the next dance. Rhaenys steered towards the edge of the dancefloor.

“Mumuña, can we dance?”

“Of course,” Rhaenys said delightedly as she took Princess Visenya’s hands and danced with her. After they danced, they took a seat on one of the settees, with a perfect view of the dancefloor. Visenya curled up against her side and Rhaenys smiled as her little hand stroked the curve of her belly tenderly. It was clear it was something The Little Princess had done before. Rhaenys lifted her eyes to see Corlys dance with the bride, darling brave Baela.

“It’s all right,” Rhaenys said as Visenya yawned. “Settle down, I’ll stay with you.”

“But I want to see when they leave for the bedding ceremony.”

“It’s not that interesting. They go through a door and the door is closed, while the rest of us continue to celebrate.” Rhaenys said soothingly as Visenya shifted and put her head in Rhaenys’ lap.

As Rhaenys watched Corlys dance with Daenaera, she traced patterns against Visenya’s shoulder and neck. She couldn’t help to be grateful on a day like this. Her family, united and celebrating the next generation. A grand wedding, which still felt like a family affair with all her favourite people.

“Muña, are you all right?” Rhaenyra asked as she paused by the settee. “I can have Nya …”

“… leave her be. I’ve got this,” Rhaenys said easily. “Dance, celebrate your children. Let me sit here and watch. I’m perfectly happy right here,” she added and waved her off.

Rhaena stopped by soon after, but Rhaenys waved her off too, only for Corlys to ask her for a dance. “Have fun,” Rhaenys urged happily.

Shortly before the bedding ceremony, Visenya was taken to bed. Rhaenys walked up to the bride and groom and gave them each a hug. “I’m so happy and proud of you,” she told them earnestly. “Laena and Laenor would be so proud,” she added before she pulled back.

Rhaenys stepped into Corlys’ arms and leaned against him, swaying gently to the music. “What do you think, will we be great-grandparents within the next year?”

“It’s possible,” Corlys replied with a chuckle against her ear.

Honourable mention: @black-queen-rising, @thelittleprincesstargaryen, @littlevelaryon, @moondancer-rp, @rhaenaspearls, @notatargaryenbastard, @lordhusband

[lordhusband]

Adored by the Realm: Day 5

The Red Keep, King’s Landing, Westeros, 14th day of the 12th moon 129AC The fifth day of wedding celebrations: Adored by the Realm.

The Wedding Ceremony

Corlys stood tall, representing the Velaryon family as vows were said in The Sept. Rhaenys was not by his side. He could barely see her from his place, but knew she stood representing Baela’s Targaryen heritage.

The Father – Clever Laenor ought to stand where he stood. He would have been so happy for Jacaerys and Baela. He would have loved the tourneys.

The Mother – Darling Laena ought to stand where Rhaenys stood. Glowing with pride at her daughter’s wedding vows.

The Maiden – Baela’s childhood was coming to an end with each passing vow. It felt final, Corlys found it strange that the little girl would truly be a woman.

The Crone – Corlys looked back towards his mother-in-law. How would he feel if he lived long enough to see great-grandchildren get married?

The Warrior – Jacaerys, the future of the realm. Laenor’s pride and joy, Corlys first born grandchild. He would forever hold a special place in his heart, even when he would no longer be Velaryon.

The Smith – Corlys smiled as Jacaerys placed the wedding robe over Baela’s shoulders. It had been made for his own wedding to Princess Rhaenys and truly displayed the close ties between the houses Targaryen and Velaryon.

The Stranger – Too many lives had been lost, people who ought to be here and celebrate with them. Corlys knew the future was unknown, but hoped and prayed that his grandchildren would experience fewer losses than his and their parents’ generations had.

Upon leaving the Sept Corlys reunited with his wife. She was a vision in sea blue and ocean green tulle, Velaryon colours, showing off her pregnancy proudly. She squeezed his hand tightly and he met her eyes. This time it wasn’t physical pain; this time she was emotional and Corlys could tell she had been fighting hard against the tears. Corlys leaned in close and whispered: “Now we get feast and dance.”

The Wedding Ball

The feast was magnificent. Perfection in every bite. The attention to detail made even the smallest gesture special and memorable. Rhaenys laughed and cried happily through the speeches, feeling at ease surrounded by family, sitting beside Corlys.

When the music began and Corlys asked her to dance, she accepted easily.

“How are you feeling, my princess?”

“Happy,” Rhaenys answered, before they followed the music. The song ended and Corlys bowed to her. Rhaenys nodded and watched as he went and asked Rhaenyra for the next dance. Rhaenys steered towards the edge of the dancefloor.

“Mumuña, can we dance?”

“Of course,” Rhaenys said delightedly as she took Princess Visenya’s hands and danced with her. After they danced, they took a seat on one of the settees, with a perfect view of the dancefloor. Visenya curled up against her side and Rhaenys smiled as her little hand stroked the curve of her belly tenderly. It was clear it was something The Little Princess had done before. Rhaenys lifted her eyes to see Corlys dance with the bride, darling brave Baela.

“It’s all right,” Rhaenys said as Visenya yawned. “Settle down, I’ll stay with you.”

“But I want to see when they leave for the bedding ceremony.”

“It’s not that interesting. They go through a door and the door is closed, while the rest of us continue to celebrate.” Rhaenys said soothingly as Visenya shifted and put her head in Rhaenys’ lap.

As Rhaenys watched Corlys dance with Daenaera, she traced patterns against Visenya’s shoulder and neck. She couldn’t help to be grateful on a day like this. Her family, united and celebrating the next generation. A grand wedding, which still felt like a family affair with all her favourite people.

“Muña, are you all right?” Rhaenyra asked as she paused by the settee. “I can have Nya …”

“… leave her be. I’ve got this,” Rhaenys said easily. “Dance, celebrate your children. Let me sit here and watch. I’m perfectly happy right here,” she added and waved her off.

Rhaena stopped by soon after, but Rhaenys waved her off too, only for Corlys to ask her for a dance. “Have fun,” Rhaenys urged happily.

Shortly before the bedding ceremony, Visenya was taken to bed. Rhaenys walked up to the bride and groom and gave them each a hug. “I’m so happy and proud of you,” she told them earnestly. “Laena and Laenor would be so proud,” she added before she pulled back.

Rhaenys stepped into Corlys’ arms and leaned against him, swaying gently to the music. “What do you think, will we be great-grandparents within the next year?”

“It’s possible,” Corlys replied with a chuckle against her ear.

Honourable mention: @black-queen-rising, @thelittleprincesstargaryen, @littlevelaryon, @moondancer-rp, @rhaenaspearls, @notatargaryenbastard, @rideroftheredqueen

[lordhusband]

Adored by the Realm: Day 4

The Red Keep, King’s Landing, Westeros, 13th day of the 12th moon 129AC The fourth day of wedding celebrations: Adored by the Realm.

The Second Tourney

“Your Grace,” Rhaenys said and greeted Rhaenyra with a bright smile as she stepped into the royal loge at the tourney grounds. She was early, and alone. Corlys had gone down to look through the stables. Not a great rider himself, but he had great respect for the animals.

Rhaenys dipped into a curtsy, a new norm for the two of them, but Rhaenys wanted to show her respect and admiration. There were still whispers across the land that Rhaenyra shouldn’t be queen and others that still worked to overturn the older Grand Council and make Rhaenys queen. Rhaenys did not want to be queen, she supported Rhaenyra’s reign wholeheartedly.

“Muña,” Rhaenyra said in return and reached out to her.

Rhaenys opened her arms to her tala. The hug wasn’t as tight as they were used to, the combined space their pregnant bellies took up, made the manoeuvre difficult. Rhaenys grinned as she pulled back and placed her hands tenderly on top of Rhaenys’ bump. “I know you’re expecting twins, and I know you’ve been pregnant more times than I, but I’m still in awe at how big and perfect your bump is. I wager it’s larger than mine, even if we are over two moons apart.”

“Twins will do that,” Rhaenyra said as she reached in and placed her hand against Rhaenys’ bump. “How are you? I can’t help to worry every time you miss an event or must take a seat – which you know I won’t fault you for, no matter what people might say.”

Rhaenys smiled as she felt Rhaenyra’s babes shifts under her palms. “People have been saying many things about my pregnancy. Having to take a seat is the least of the transgressions they believe I’ve done.”

“What are they saying about you and the babe?”

“That Corlys and I used black magic from Asshai to make this pregnancy happen. That I’m most likely to give birth to a monster.” Rhaenys shrugged her shoulders slightly and reached in, shifting Raenyra’s hand to where her babe was kicking. “But they’re perfect and made with love. I was surprised as everyone else that this happened.”

Rhaenyra’s face lit up in a surprised smile as Rhaenys’ babe kicked against her hand. “Of course, your babe is perfect. If you need anything…”

“… I won’t hesitate to ask,” Rhaenys said easily. They pulled apart as the loge began to fill. With each entry Rhaenys expected Corlys.

“Princess.”

“Mumuña”

“Muñazma.”

Rhaenys greeted each arrival with smiles. The children approached her for hugs, which she lovingly provided.

“Aunt Rhaenys.”

Rhaenys’ smile widened as even more family members arrived in the loge. While she had never been fond of tourneys, she found them rather grim, she loved how it meant she got to spent time with her extended family in an informal setting.

Corlys arrived, just as the tourney was opened. “Sorry I’m late,” he said as he took his seat beside Rhaenys and leaned in, kissing her cheek softly. “One of the horses were foaling, I had to stay and watch, it was fascinating.”

“Not one of the competing horses, I trust?”

“No, no. One of Daemon’s I believe. A beautiful white mare, with a pristine white foal. If you feel up to it, we can go down and see it after the tourney?”

“I’d like that.”

A Night of Piety

As the sunset, The Red Keep grew quieter than usually. Rhaenys had settled in front of fireplace in the Velaryon apartment of the keep. The heat of the fire helped to ease her aches and pains. Rhaenys looked up as Corlys took the seat beside her. She leaned forward and put her hand on his knee. “You don’t have to keep me company, is there somewhere else you’d rather be tonight? Down by the harbour, mayhaps?” She offered him with a soft smile.

“No, I’d much rather stay with you, my princess,” he said and covered her hand with his. “Do you wish to go to the Grand Sept?”

Rhaenys shook her head. “No, I don’t think that would be wise. My hips are aching from sitting, I doubt a carriage ride will do me well. And there will be quite a crowd. Would you take me down to the Lower Hall?”

“Of course.”

Each step sent pain through Rhaenys’ hips pelvis and down her thighs. She gripped Corlys’ hand firmly, pausing only a few feet from their apartments. “I can’t…” She said in a quiet voice, before lifting her eyes to Corlys. “I’m not even sure I can make it back.”

“Rhaenys? Lord Corlys?”

Rhaenys instantly hid her pain and discomfort, putting on a brave face as they were no longer alone. “Mother,” she said and greeted Lady Jocelyn with a small smile.

“I thought you might want to light candles tonight. Are you going to the Lower Hall?”

“We were,” Rhaenys confessed, looking up at Corlys briefly. “But I am regretting making that choice right now.”

Jocelyn nodded and stepped closer. “I heard that you were struggling, I brought candles to you. We can light them together. Mayhaps in your apartments?”

“I would like that,” Rhaenys said softly and reached out towards her mother. “Thank you. That was a very kind thought.”

Corlys supported her on the way back to their rooms, one hand around her waist and the other holding her hand. Rhaenys fought against the pain, unwilling to show her mother the extend of her agony.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Corlys said once Rhaenys was once more seated by the fireplace. He leaned down and kissed her forehead tenderly. “I’ll be in my study.”

Rhaenys felt her muscles relax throughout her body, but especially in her forehead, against Corlys’ warm lips. “Thank you.”

Rhaenys watched as her mother set up three candles on the mantle.

“For the past, may we remember the fondness and the love and may the heartache and longing be a little easier to bear with each passing moment,” Lady Jocelyn began solemnly.

Rhaenys knew her mother though of her father, Prince Aemon of Dragonstone. Rhaenys thought of her children. Laena and Laenor, who both deserved to experience so much more in this life.

“For the present, may The Seven guide us to take the right choices and light the path for us. May the sun rise in the morrow with prosperity and abundance,” Lady Jocelyn continued quietly.

Rhaenys closed her eyes. The wedding ahead, the celebrations and new love that were filling their hearts.

“For the future, for health and happiness. May we be blessed with good health and happiness until the Gods take us home,” Lady Jocelyn said before she paused and simply looked at the candles.  

Rhaenys’ hands moved over the curve of her bump. Her little hippocamp was their future. She dared not think of a more distant future, knowing she had both losses and more joy ahead of her.

“Thank you, Mother,” Rhaenys said and reached out towards her, before her mother could take her seat. As Lady Jocelyn stepped closer, Rhaenys took her hand. “Thank you,” she repeated, and the two women simply held hands for a moment.

Honourable mention: @black-queen-rising, @ladyjocelynbaratheon, @rideroftheredqueen

[rideroftheredqueen]

Adored by the Realm: Day 4

The Red Keep, King’s Landing, Westeros, 13th day of the 12th moon 129AC The fourth day of wedding celebrations: Adored by the Realm.

The Second Tourney

“Your Grace,” Rhaenys said and greeted Rhaenyra with a bright smile as she stepped into the royal loge at the tourney grounds. She was early, and alone. Corlys had gone down to look through the stables. Not a great rider himself, but he had great respect for the animals.

Rhaenys dipped into a curtsy, a new norm for the two of them, but Rhaenys wanted to show her respect and admiration. There were still whispers across the land that Rhaenyra shouldn’t be queen and others that still worked to overturn the older Grand Council and make Rhaenys queen. Rhaenys did not want to be queen, she supported Rhaenyra’s reign wholeheartedly.

“Muña,” Rhaenyra said in return and reached out to her.

Rhaenys opened her arms to her tala. The hug wasn’t as tight as they were used to, the combined space their pregnant bellies took up, made the manoeuvre difficult. Rhaenys grinned as she pulled back and placed her hands tenderly on top of Rhaenys’ bump. “I know you’re expecting twins, and I know you’ve been pregnant more times than I, but I’m still in awe at how big and perfect your bump is. I wager it’s larger than mine, even if we are over two moons apart.”

“Twins will do that,” Rhaenyra said as she reached in and placed her hand against Rhaenys’ bump. “How are you? I can’t help to worry every time you miss an event or must take a seat – which you know I won’t fault you for, no matter what people might say.”

Rhaenys smiled as she felt Rhaenyra’s babes shifts under her palms. “People have been saying many things about my pregnancy. Having to take a seat is the least of the transgressions they believe I’ve done.”

“What are they saying about you and the babe?”

“That Corlys and I used black magic from Asshai to make this pregnancy happen. That I’m most likely to give birth to a monster.” Rhaenys shrugged her shoulders slightly and reached in, shifting Raenyra’s hand to where her babe was kicking. “But they’re perfect and made with love. I was surprised as everyone else that this happened.”

Rhaenyra’s face lit up in a surprised smile as Rhaenys’ babe kicked against her hand. “Of course, your babe is perfect. If you need anything…”

“… I won’t hesitate to ask,” Rhaenys said easily. They pulled apart as the loge began to fill. With each entry Rhaenys expected Corlys.

“Princess.”

“Mumuña”

“Muñazma.”

Rhaenys greeted each arrival with smiles. The children approached her for hugs, which she lovingly provided.

“Aunt Rhaenys.”

Rhaenys’ smile widened as even more family members arrived in the loge. While she had never been fond of tourneys, she found them rather grim, she loved how it meant she got to spent time with her extended family in an informal setting.

Corlys arrived, just as the tourney was opened. “Sorry I’m late,” he said as he took his seat beside Rhaenys and leaned in, kissing her cheek softly. “One of the horses were foaling, I had to stay and watch, it was fascinating.”

“Not one of the competing horses, I trust?”

“No, no. One of Daemon’s I believe. A beautiful white mare, with a pristine white foal. If you feel up to it, we can go down and see it after the tourney?”

“I’d like that.”

A Night of Piety

As the sunset, The Red Keep grew quieter than usually. Rhaenys had settled in front of fireplace in the Velaryon apartment of the keep. The heat of the fire helped to ease her aches and pains. Rhaenys looked up as Corlys took the seat beside her. She leaned forward and put her hand on his knee. “You don’t have to keep me company, is there somewhere else you’d rather be tonight? Down by the harbour, mayhaps?” She offered him with a soft smile.

“No, I’d much rather stay with you, my princess,” he said and covered her hand with his. “Do you wish to go to the Grand Sept?”

Rhaenys shook her head. “No, I don’t think that would be wise. My hips are aching from sitting, I doubt a carriage ride will do me well. And there will be quite a crowd. Would you take me down to the Lower Hall?”

“Of course.”

Each step sent pain through Rhaenys’ hips pelvis and down her thighs. She gripped Corlys’ hand firmly, pausing only a few feet from their apartments. “I can’t…” She said in a quiet voice, before lifting her eyes to Corlys. “I’m not even sure I can make it back.”

“Rhaenys? Lord Corlys?”

Rhaenys instantly hid her pain and discomfort, putting on a brave face as they were no longer alone. “Mother,” she said and greeted Lady Jocelyn with a small smile.

“I thought you might want to light candles tonight. Are you going to the Lower Hall?”

“We were,” Rhaenys confessed, looking up at Corlys briefly. “But I am regretting making that choice right now.”

Jocelyn nodded and stepped closer. “I heard that you were struggling, I brought candles to you. We can light them together. Mayhaps in your apartments?”

“I would like that,” Rhaenys said softly and reached out towards her mother. “Thank you. That was a very kind thought.”

Corlys supported her on the way back to their rooms, one hand around her waist and the other holding her hand. Rhaenys fought against the pain, unwilling to show her mother the extend of her agony.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Corlys said once Rhaenys was once more seated by the fireplace. He leaned down and kissed her forehead tenderly. “I’ll be in my study.”

Rhaenys felt her muscles relax throughout her body, but especially in her forehead, against Corlys’ warm lips. “Thank you.”

Rhaenys watched as her mother set up three candles on the mantle.

“For the past, may we remember the fondness and the love and may the heartache and longing be a little easier to bear with each passing moment,” Lady Jocelyn began solemnly.

Rhaenys knew her mother though of her father, Prince Aemon of Dragonstone. Rhaenys thought of her children. Laena and Laenor, who both deserved to experience so much more in this life.

“For the present, may The Seven guide us to take the right choices and light the path for us. May the sun rise in the morrow with prosperity and abundance,” Lady Jocelyn continued quietly.

Rhaenys closed her eyes. The wedding ahead, the celebrations and new love that were filling their hearts.

“For the future, for health and happiness. May we be blessed with good health and happiness until the Gods take us home,” Lady Jocelyn said before she paused and simply looked at the candles.  

Rhaenys’ hands moved over the curve of her bump. Her little hippocamp was their future. She dared not think of a more distant future, knowing she had both losses and more joy ahead of her.

“Thank you, Mother,” Rhaenys said and reached out towards her, before her mother could take her seat. As Lady Jocelyn stepped closer, Rhaenys took her hand. “Thank you,” she repeated, and the two women simply held hands for a moment.

Honourable mention: @black-queen-rising, @ladyjocelynbaratheon, @rideroftheredqueen

[lordhusband]

Adored by the Realm: Day 3

The Harbour, King’s Landing, Westeros, 12th day of the 12th moon 129AC The third day of wedding celebrations: Adored by the Realm.

Sailing Competitions

“Good Morrow Lord Corlys.”

“Good Morrow Lord Bartimos. Have you heard who has been appointed to be the third judge?”

“Dalton Greyjoy, I believe.”

“Of course he is,” Corlys said with a slight shrug of his shoulders.

“Oh yes, you and he are both members of The Queen’s Small Council, what’s he like?”

Corlys chuckled. “He’s young, adventurous, a bit of a nuisance, but I believe he has good intentions. I don’t think he thinks very highly of me though. Of course, Rhaenys thinks he’s brilliant.”

“Your Nine Voyages are infamous, Lord Corlys. A younger man might mask his jealousy or admiration as dislike. And how fares your Princess-wife? Rumours have it she’s due any day now. With some Asshai black magic babe?”

“Oh…” Corlys shifted, almost regretting not bringing his cane with him. “She’s due within this moon, yes. No magic was involved. The babe came to be the old-fashioned way.”

“Really? At this late stage in your lives. The Gods must be pleased with you.”

“I can’t and won’t complain. Rhaenys will join me for luncheon.”

The first race was off, Corlys raised his spyglass to see how the ships were faring. The waters and the weather were perfect for racing. He was pleased to see the Velaryon sails within the leading pack.

“Not taking part in the race today, dear Sea Snake?”

Corlys turned and bowed his head in greeting, attempting to mask his surprise at Dalton calling him ‘dear’. “Not today, Lord Greyjoy. I’ve been asked to judge. Besides it wouldn’t do for the grandsire of the bride and groom to take home the price.”

“Is that so…”

Corlys shook his head slightly and raised the spyglass once more. He would have loved to join. He was salt and sea. Sailing was what he did best. Rhaenys had urged him to join, before he had been asked to judge. Privately, he was glad to be a judge. What if Rhaenys’ labours were to start and he was in the middle of a race? What if he was knocked off mid race? No, judging from the harbour seemed like the best choice.

By midday, when the sun stood at zenith, Corlys greeted Rhaenys with a smile. He helped her down from the carriage and leaned in, pressing a kiss to her cheekbone, as his hand rested on her bump. “How are you and the hippocamp?”

“We are good. How are the races coming along?” Rhaenys asked sweetly as she took his hand and entwined their fingers.

“Quite well, no major accidents or foul play as of yet.” He explained and led her to the makeshift cover where they were shielded from the sun. He gestured for her to sit, before he seated himself. “It will be a close race, but Velaryon ships are looking good.”

“Of course they are. How fares the Greyjoys? The Celtigars?”

“Princess, my biggest opponents when it comes to sailing. Do indulge me and root for our house?”

Rhaenys grinned happily, shaking her head at him. “If you ask nicely, lord husband.”

Corlys resigned with a sigh. He stood and went to the centre table to fill a plate of food for himself and Rhaenys. He picked various cold slices of meats, grilled fish, fresh oysters – Rhaenys’ favourite – and some pickled vegetables he knew wouldn’t upset her stomach too much.

“How are things within the outer walls, ready for the feast tonight?”

Rhaenys nodded and took a sip of the sweet wine, one of the young attendants had served her. “Yes, there’re suckling pigs slow roasting, there are flowers and votives. Every corner has been swept. They were beginning to set up benches when I left. It will be a grand feast for the Small Folk in honour of the Royal Wedding.”

“Will there be dancing?” “There will be music, I believe. But I don’t know whether it’s the type of dancing you and I are accustomed to.”

The Small Folks’ Celebration within the Outer Walls of The Red Keep

Rhaenys put her hands on the railing, leaning over it to peer down at the crowd in the outer courtyard. The Small Folk were pouring in, excited voices filling the walled-in space. Music flowed from a corner of the courtyard, but not melodies Rhaenys were familiar - yet. For once, she had been ready to leave before Corlys. He had only returned from the sailing race as the gates opened and was still getting ready for the night’s festivities.

The lanterns hung close, bathing the space in a warm glow, but also provided Rhaenys with a hiding space up on the arcade. The scent of food that had lingered all day, now mixed with the scent of people, earth and the darkening night.

“You were right about the music. I don’t think I know the steps to this.”

Rhaenys turned around upon hearing her husband’s voice. “I heard them practice earlier,” she said and looked him up and down. “You look like something Meleys caught and discarded, lord husband.”

“That’s not very kind, princess.”

“No, it’s not. It is, however, honest.” Rhaenys said as she walked up to him and put her hand against his face. “Did you bathe?”

“No, I washed and changed my clothes. Do I need a bath?”

Rhaenys shook her head. “No, simply wondering whether it might have perked you up a bit. You’ve been up since sunrise and you’ve been on your feet at the harbour until sunset, only now returning to The Keep, to me, to a place you may sit and rest.” Rhaenys stroked his face tenderly, before she grabbed his hand and brought it to her stomach.

“Hello hippocamp,” Corlys said softly, his thumb moving over the curve of Rhaenys’ bump.

“May I propose that we go down, show ourselves, have a bite to eat – it’s too late for me, but you ought to be hungry – and then retire for the night?” Rhaenys suggested, smiling as she felt the babe within shift against Corlys’ palm. She adored how their babe already responded to Corlys’ voice and touch.

“Let’s start by going down and have a look around? I’m sure there are friends of yours in the crowd who wants to see you. You’re well known among the small folk of King’s Landing.”

“Mhm,” Rhaenys nodded in agreement, “that’s all due to my muñazma and her Women’s Court. She urged me to walk the streets and get to know the people I was one day to…”

“To reign over?”

“Yes, but the circumstances changed. Many years ago.” Rhaenys said and put her hand over Corlys’. “And you’re right, I still have friends in the crowd, who’ve heard rumours about this pregnancy.”

“I heard some from Lord Bartimos today.”

“Yes? Black magic from Asshai? I’ve heard that rumour before. Which is strange, because you haven’t been to Asshai since your Nine Voyages?” Rhaenys raised her brows as Corlys’ eyes shifted away from hers. “No? You’ve been later?” She watched as his smile faltered, but as he tried to take his hand back, she held it firmly against her bump.

“I see,” she reasoned and reached up, wrapping her fingers around a lock of his hair, urging him to face her again. “You went to Asshai during your absence?”

Corlys nodded, lifting his eyes to hers again. “But no black magic, I promise.” “Oh, I know. We did this without magic. Just a touch a luck,” she said and leaned in and kissed his lips tenderly. “Quick hello to friends and family and then we will retire. There’s another tourney tomorrow and I plan to attend it.”

Honourable mention: @thedadkraken, @rideroftheredqueen

[rideroftheredqueen]

Adored by the Realm: Day 3

The Harbour, King’s Landing, Westeros, 12th day of the 12th moon 129AC The third day of wedding celebrations: Adored by the Realm.

Sailing Competitions

“Good Morrow Lord Corlys.”

“Good Morrow Lord Bartimos. Have you heard who has been appointed to be the third judge?”

“Dalton Greyjoy, I believe.”

“Of course he is,” Corlys said with a slight shrug of his shoulders.

“Oh yes, you and he are both members of The Queen’s Small Council, what’s he like?”

Corlys chuckled. “He’s young, adventurous, a bit of a nuisance, but I believe he has good intentions. I don’t think he thinks very highly of me though. Of course, Rhaenys thinks he’s brilliant.”

“Your Nine Voyages are infamous, Lord Corlys. A younger man might mask his jealousy or admiration as dislike. And how fares your Princess-wife? Rumours have it she’s due any day now. With some Asshai black magic babe?”

“Oh…” Corlys shifted, almost regretting not bringing his cane with him. “She’s due within this moon, yes. No magic was involved. The babe came to be the old-fashioned way.”

“Really? At this late stage in your lives. The Gods must be pleased with you.”

“I can’t and won’t complain. Rhaenys will join me for luncheon.”

The first race was off, Corlys raised his spyglass to see how the ships were faring. The waters and the weather were perfect for racing. He was pleased to see the Velaryon sails within the leading pack.

“Not taking part in the race today, dear Sea Snake?”

Corlys turned and bowed his head in greeting, attempting to mask his surprise at Dalton calling him ‘dear’. “Not today, Lord Greyjoy. I’ve been asked to judge. Besides it wouldn’t do for the grandsire of the bride and groom to take home the price.”

“Is that so…”

Corlys shook his head slightly and raised the spyglass once more. He would have loved to join. He was salt and sea. Sailing was what he did best. Rhaenys had urged him to join, before he had been asked to judge. Privately, he was glad to be a judge. What if Rhaenys’ labours were to start and he was in the middle of a race? What if he was knocked off mid race? No, judging from the harbour seemed like the best choice.

By midday, when the sun stood at zenith, Corlys greeted Rhaenys with a smile. He helped her down from the carriage and leaned in, pressing a kiss to her cheekbone, as his hand rested on her bump. “How are you and the hippocamp?”

“We are good. How are the races coming along?” Rhaenys asked sweetly as she took his hand and entwined their fingers.

“Quite well, no major accidents or foul play as of yet.” He explained and led her to the makeshift cover where they were shielded from the sun. He gestured for her to sit, before he seated himself. “It will be a close race, but Velaryon ships are looking good.”

“Of course they are. How fares the Greyjoys? The Celtigars?”

“Princess, my biggest opponents when it comes to sailing. Do indulge me and root for our house?”

Rhaenys grinned happily, shaking her head at him. “If you ask nicely, lord husband.”

Corlys resigned with a sigh. He stood and went to the centre table to fill a plate of food for himself and Rhaenys. He picked various cold slices of meats, grilled fish, fresh oysters – Rhaenys’ favourite – and some pickled vegetables he knew wouldn’t upset her stomach too much.

“How are things within the outer walls, ready for the feast tonight?”

Rhaenys nodded and took a sip of the sweet wine, one of the young attendants had served her. “Yes, there’re suckling pigs slow roasting, there are flowers and votives. Every corner has been swept. They were beginning to set up benches when I left. It will be a grand feast for the Small Folk in honour of the Royal Wedding.”

“Will there be dancing?” “There will be music, I believe. But I don’t know whether it’s the type of dancing you and I are accustomed to.”

The Small Folks’ Celebration within the Outer Walls of The Red Keep

Rhaenys put her hands on the railing, leaning over it to peer down at the crowd in the outer courtyard. The Small Folk were pouring in, excited voices filling the walled-in space. Music flowed from a corner of the courtyard, but not melodies Rhaenys were familiar - yet. For once, she had been ready to leave before Corlys. He had only returned from the sailing race as the gates opened and was still getting ready for the night’s festivities.

The lanterns hung close, bathing the space in a warm glow, but also provided Rhaenys with a hiding space up on the arcade. The scent of food that had lingered all day, now mixed with the scent of people, earth and the darkening night.

“You were right about the music. I don’t think I know the steps to this.”

Rhaenys turned around upon hearing her husband’s voice. “I heard them practice earlier,” she said and looked him up and down. “You look like something Meleys caught and discarded, lord husband.”

“That’s not very kind, princess.”

“No, it’s not. It is, however, honest.” Rhaenys said as she walked up to him and put her hand against his face. “Did you bathe?”

“No, I washed and changed my clothes. Do I need a bath?”

Rhaenys shook her head. “No, simply wondering whether it might have perked you up a bit. You’ve been up since sunrise and you’ve been on your feet at the harbour until sunset, only now returning to The Keep, to me, to a place you may sit and rest.” Rhaenys stroked his face tenderly, before she grabbed his hand and brought it to her stomach.

“Hello hippocamp,” Corlys said softly, his thumb moving over the curve of Rhaenys’ bump.

“May I propose that we go down, show ourselves, have a bite to eat – it’s too late for me, but you ought to be hungry – and then retire for the night?” Rhaenys suggested, smiling as she felt the babe within shift against Corlys’ palm. She adored how their babe already responded to Corlys’ voice and touch.

“Let’s start by going down and have a look around? I’m sure there are friends of yours in the crowd who wants to see you. You’re well known among the small folk of King’s Landing.”

“Mhm,” Rhaenys nodded in agreement, “that’s all due to my muñazma and her Women’s Court. She urged me to walk the streets and get to know the people I was one day to…”

“To reign over?”

“Yes, but the circumstances changed. Many years ago.” Rhaenys said and put her hand over Corlys’. “And you’re right, I still have friends in the crowd, who’ve heard rumours about this pregnancy.”

“I heard some from Lord Bartimos today.”

“Yes? Black magic from Asshai? I’ve heard that rumour before. Which is strange, because you haven’t been to Asshai since your Nine Voyages?” Rhaenys raised her brows as Corlys’ eyes shifted away from hers. “No? You’ve been later?” She watched as his smile faltered, but as he tried to take his hand back, she held it firmly against her bump.

“I see,” she reasoned and reached up, wrapping her fingers around a lock of his hair, urging him to face her again. “You went to Asshai during your absence?”

Corlys nodded, lifting his eyes to hers again. “But no black magic, I promise.” “Oh, I know. We did this without magic. Just a touch a luck,” she said and leaned in and kissed his lips tenderly. “Quick hello to friends and family and then we will retire. There’s another tourney tomorrow and I plan to attend it.”

Honourable mention: @thedadkraken, @lordhusband

[rideroftheredqueen]

Adored by the Realm: Day 2

The Red Keep, King’s Landing, Westeros, 11th day of the 12th moon 129AC The second day of wedding celebrations: Adored by the Realm.

The First Tourney

“No-one will think badly of you, for not attending the tourney. It’s not the best kept secret that you think they’re rather violent,” Corlys reasoned as Rhaenys once again attempted to get out of bed. “You’re in pain, princess. Stay in bed, relax.”

“And if someone requests the favour of The Light of the Crown?”

“Then I’ll give it to them. Or maybe little Daenaera will stand in for you?” Corlys watched as Rhaenys resolve crumbled and she relaxed back against the pillows.

“And the archery competition?”

“I know, princess. But for you and our babe’s sake, I think it’s best, if you stay in bed this morning. I will come and escort you to the festivities in the royal gardens after luncheon,” Corlys saw the frown and knew he had pushed it too far. “No, I’ll come and have luncheon with you and then we will go and dance. Don’t pout, don’t be sad. I can’t leave you when you’re sad,” he said and sat down on the bed beside Rhaenys. He stroked her face tenderly, until she looked at him again. “I’ll bring the tourney snacks and fruits for you. And updates by the hour?”

“Go, lord husband, show the Velaryon colours. Make wise choices and bring me back sweets. Give my best to all the children.”

“Of course.” Corlys said and leaned in, peppering Rhaenys’ face in kisses, until she giggled childlike under his lips.

Before Corlys could take his seat in the royal loge, The Queen beckoned him closer. “My Queen,” he said in greeting and bowed to her.

“Is muña all right?”

Corlys nodded. “She’s in pain, I’ve advised her to rest throughout this morning. She will be present at the gala later. She sends her love.”

Taking his seat, Corlys took a goblet of wine and took a small sip. The empty seat beside him, made him feel uneasy. While Rhaenys had never been fond of tourneys and melees, they had always managed to enjoy themselves at such games.

As the tourney and melees came to an end, Corlys grabbed a platter of snacks and brought it back to Rhaenys. “Hey,” he greeted her softly, seeing her sitting up in the bed, with a book resting against a mountain of pillows beside her. “They’re just getting ready for the archery competition now. How are you feeling?”

“Better, bored,” Rhaenys answered him and reached out taking a piece of fruit from the platter. “Was it gruesome?”

“Less so than at The Heir’s Tournament, but still yes. I think only Rhaenyra truly noticed you weren’t there. Everyone was too enthralled with the games. Rhaenyra is looking forward to seeing you at the gale though.”

“Let’s hope I can attend then. I think I might bathe and use that ointment you had made for me; it’s worked before.”

“I’ll ask Valaena to draw you a bath and help you get ready.” Corlys put the platter down on his side of the bed, before he leaned down and kissed Rhaenys lips tenderly. “I missed your company at the tourney. Any requests for luncheon?”

Corlys grinned as Rhaenys’ fingers wrapped around his locks, keeping him close. For forty years she had used his simple, but effective method of keeping him close and never once had he complained about it or honestly thought of keeping his hair differently. He was hers.

“Maybe something honey glazed?” Rhaenys suggested, before they shared another kiss.

Corlys didn’t make it back to the royal loge in time to see the start of the archery competition, but he would always choose Rhaenys’ kisses over any game event.

Outdoor Ball in the Royal Gardens

Luncheon was a quiet affair in the Velaryon wing of The Red Keep. Rhaenys had bathed and Valaena had helped spread the warming ointment over her lower back and around her hips. It had taken off the worst of the pain. Corlys returned just as she was getting dressed.

“Now that’s a lovely view,” he had commented as he had taken a seat and simply watched as Rhaenys finished getting dressed at the hands of Valaena. Rhaenys was glad she had married a somewhat patient man, as she sat down to let Valaena do her hair.

“How is the weather?” Rhaenys asked, looking at Corlys through her mirror.

“It’s warm, with a gentle breeze.”

Rhaenys nodded and turned her attention to Valaena. “I think a half up-do with Velaryon twists, will do for today.” She said with a soft smile.

They ate their lunch alone and in comfortable quietness. Rhaenys grabbed Corlys’ hand and held on to it. After they had finished, Corlys made sure to adorn her in jewels, Rhaenys had always loved how he took pride in placing gold and precious gems around her neck, in her hair, around her wrists and on her fingers.

The weather was just as Corlys had described it. Rhaenys was glad she hadn’t given up halfway to the gardens, though she had considered it, cursing the stairs she had to walk down. But Corlys had held her steady, supporting her in every way possible.

They stopped in the archway, overlooking the main area for the gala. Corlys had stepped behind her and put his hands under her bump, lifting it to relieve her of the weight for a moment.

“Thank you,” she whispered as she leaned back against him and closed her eyes for a moment.

The gardens were beautifully decorated. Music flowed already and Rhaenys smiled as she spotted Visenya, Daenaera and Jaehaera dancing with flowers in their hair and hands. Rhaenys greeted her family with hugs and smiles, before she made it to Rhaenyra.

“We missed you at the games,” Rhaenyra said, as Rhaenys rose from the deepest curtsy she could manage in her current state. “Are you better now?”

“Yes, thank you. But I won’t advice pregnancy when you’re six-and-fifty. I have no regrets, but the body isn’t made for it. It’s much harder than when you’re young.” Rhaenys said with a soft smile. “Where’re the bride and groom?”

“Over there.”

Rhaenys looked in the direction Rhaenyra indicated. “Oh, to be young and in love.”

“Old and in love works too,” Corlys’ voice came from behind her and Rhaenys grinned as his arms wrapped around her again.

“Speak for yourself, don’t call me old,” Rhaenys chided him lovingly.

Corlys chuckled and nodded. “Do forgive me, my princess. Will you dance with me?”

Rhaenys turned in Corlys’ embrace and nodded. “I’ll never deny that request,” she said with a smile and let him lead her closer to the music. The dancing was slow, the music calm and the area filled with dancing couples and people chatting and catching up. Rhaenys felt at ease in Corlys’ arms, turning in time with the music as she watched their family gather as the sun began to set.

The music slowed before it ended. Goblets of sweet summer wine accompanied the roast piglet that was served. Rhaenys took a seat as Corlys went to fill plates of food for them. Rhaenys grinned as Corlys proceeded to feed her, letting her have the best of the best from the selection on the plate.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Corlys led her back up to their rooms.

Honourable mentions: @black-queen-rising, @thelittleprincesstargaryen, @jaeheratargaryen, @littlevelaryon, @lordhusband

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Adored by the Realm: Day 2

The Red Keep, King’s Landing, Westeros, 11th day of the 12th moon 129AC The second day of wedding celebrations: Adored by the Realm.

The First Tourney

“No-one will think badly of you, for not attending the tourney. It’s not the best kept secret that you think they’re rather violent,” Corlys reasoned as Rhaenys once again attempted to get out of bed. “You’re in pain, princess. Stay in bed, relax.”

“And if someone requests the favour of The Light of the Crown?”

“Then I’ll give it to them. Or maybe little Daenaera will stand in for you?” Corlys watched as Rhaenys resolve crumbled and she relaxed back against the pillows.

“And the archery competition?”

“I know, princess. But for you and our babe’s sake, I think it’s best, if you stay in bed this morning. I will come and escort you to the festivities in the royal gardens after luncheon,” Corlys saw the frown and knew he had pushed it too far. “No, I’ll come and have luncheon with you and then we will go and dance. Don’t pout, don’t be sad. I can’t leave you when you’re sad,” he said and sat down on the bed beside Rhaenys. He stroked her face tenderly, until she looked at him again. “I’ll bring the tourney snacks and fruits for you. And updates by the hour?”

“Go, lord husband, show the Velaryon colours. Make wise choices and bring me back sweets. Give my best to all the children.”

“Of course.” Corlys said and leaned in, peppering Rhaenys’ face in kisses, until she giggled childlike under his lips.

Before Corlys could take his seat in the royal loge, The Queen beckoned him closer. “My Queen,” he said in greeting and bowed to her.

“Is muña all right?”

Corlys nodded. “She’s in pain, I’ve advised her to rest throughout this morning. She will be present at the gala later. She sends her love.”

Taking his seat, Corlys took a goblet of wine and took a small sip. The empty seat beside him, made him feel uneasy. While Rhaenys had never been fond of tourneys and melees, they had always managed to enjoy themselves at such games.

As the tourney and melees came to an end, Corlys grabbed a platter of snacks and brought it back to Rhaenys. “Hey,” he greeted her softly, seeing her sitting up in the bed, with a book resting against a mountain of pillows beside her. “They’re just getting ready for the archery competition now. How are you feeling?”

“Better, bored,” Rhaenys answered him and reached out taking a piece of fruit from the platter. “Was it gruesome?”

“Less so than at The Heir’s Tournament, but still yes. I think only Rhaenyra truly noticed you weren’t there. Everyone was too enthralled with the games. Rhaenyra is looking forward to seeing you at the gale though.”

“Let’s hope I can attend then. I think I might bathe and use that ointment you had made for me; it’s worked before.”

“I’ll ask Valaena to draw you a bath and help you get ready.” Corlys put the platter down on his side of the bed, before he leaned down and kissed Rhaenys lips tenderly. “I missed your company at the tourney. Any requests for luncheon?”

Corlys grinned as Rhaenys’ fingers wrapped around his locks, keeping him close. For forty years she had used his simple, but effective method of keeping him close and never once had he complained about it or honestly thought of keeping his hair differently. He was hers.

“Maybe something honey glazed?” Rhaenys suggested, before they shared another kiss.

Corlys didn’t make it back to the royal loge in time to see the start of the archery competition, but he would always choose Rhaenys’ kisses over any game event.

Outdoor Ball in the Royal Gardens

Luncheon was a quiet affair in the Velaryon wing of The Red Keep. Rhaenys had bathed and Valaena had helped spread the warming ointment over her lower back and around her hips. It had taken off the worst of the pain. Corlys returned just as she was getting dressed.

“Now that’s a lovely view,” he had commented as he had taken a seat and simply watched as Rhaenys finished getting dressed at the hands of Valaena. Rhaenys was glad she had married a somewhat patient man, as she sat down to let Valaena do her hair.

“How is the weather?” Rhaenys asked, looking at Corlys through her mirror.

“It’s warm, with a gentle breeze.”

Rhaenys nodded and turned her attention to Valaena. “I think a half up-do with Velaryon twists, will do for today.” She said with a soft smile.

They ate their lunch alone and in comfortable quietness. Rhaenys grabbed Corlys’ hand and held on to it. After they had finished, Corlys made sure to adorn her in jewels, Rhaenys had always loved how he took pride in placing gold and precious gems around her neck, in her hair, around her wrists and on her fingers.

The weather was just as Corlys had described it. Rhaenys was glad she hadn’t given up halfway to the gardens, though she had considered it, cursing the stairs she had to walk down. But Corlys had held her steady, supporting her in every way possible.

They stopped in the archway, overlooking the main area for the gala. Corlys had stepped behind her and put his hands under her bump, lifting it to relieve her of the weight for a moment.

“Thank you,” she whispered as she leaned back against him and closed her eyes for a moment.

The gardens were beautifully decorated. Music flowed already and Rhaenys smiled as she spotted Visenya, Daenaera and Jaehaera dancing with flowers in their hair and hands. Rhaenys greeted her family with hugs and smiles, before she made it to Rhaenyra.

“We missed you at the games,” Rhaenyra said, as Rhaenys rose from the deepest curtsy she could manage in her current state. “Are you better now?”

“Yes, thank you. But I won’t advice pregnancy when you’re six-and-fifty. I have no regrets, but the body isn’t made for it. It’s much harder than when you’re young.” Rhaenys said with a soft smile. “Where’re the bride and groom?”

“Over there.”

Rhaenys looked in the direction Rhaenyra indicated. “Oh, to be young and in love.”

“Old and in love works too,” Corlys’ voice came from behind her and Rhaenys grinned as his arms wrapped around her again.

“Speak for yourself, don’t call me old,” Rhaenys chided him lovingly.

Corlys chuckled and nodded. “Do forgive me, my princess. Will you dance with me?”

Rhaenys turned in Corlys’ embrace and nodded. “I’ll never deny that request,” she said with a smile and let him lead her closer to the music. The dancing was slow, the music calm and the area filled with dancing couples and people chatting and catching up. Rhaenys felt at ease in Corlys’ arms, turning in time with the music as she watched their family gather as the sun began to set.

The music slowed before it ended. Goblets of sweet summer wine accompanied the roast piglet that was served. Rhaenys took a seat as Corlys went to fill plates of food for them. Rhaenys grinned as Corlys proceeded to feed her, letting her have the best of the best from the selection on the plate.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Corlys led her back up to their rooms.

Honourable mentions: @black-queen-rising, @thelittleprincesstargaryen, @jaeheratargaryen, @littlevelaryon, @rideroftheredqueen