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The Fire That Burns With Us - Chapter 29: Dīnilūks

Pervious Part - Next Part

136 - Red Keep (Two Months Later)

Visenya skips her way to the courtyard. She had seen House Tully banners making their way to the castle; Robert and his men are some of the last men to arrive, with the wedding tomorrow. Visenya is nervous about her wedding, her mind jumping to unlikely things that might happen or Aemond deciding last minute that he doesn’t want to marry her.

The past two months have been amazing. No drama. Days filled with Dragon riding, training, and planning. The Queen had helped Visenya the most with making plans for the wedding, and the two had put aside the past and got along pretty well with each other.

Visenya enters the courtyard at the same time Robert gets off his horse. The two make eye contact with one another and rush to each other. They forget about their status and what is proper, and they wrap their arms around one another—squeezing tight. Visenya and Robert haven’t seen one another since the death of Rob's father, so they are happy to be together again, with only one person missing from their group.

Robert hasn’t changed much during his time as Lord of Riverrun. His dark red hair is still cut short, but now he has a beard that Ben will no doubt make fun of the man for growing.

“It seems that our deal of marrying one another will never happen now,” Rob jokes as the two pull apart.

“It seems so,” Visenya says in a sad mocking tone. She punches Rob's arm as she says. “But you will always have Ben,”

“I don’t think I am his type, nor is he mine,” Rob tells Visenya. Rob grabs ahold of Visenyas arms. “By the gods, I hope Aemond knows how lucky he is. And if he doesn’t, you always can fall back on me,”

“How considerate of you,” Visenya says, slightly laughing at his words.

“I know, having you as a wife would be the worst thing in the world, but you have some features that would make up for your terrible personality and loud mouth,” Rob jokes, and Visenya pretends to be offended at his words. She pulls her arms out of his hold and jokingly puts her hands over her heart.

“I can have your tongue for that,” Visenya tells him, and Rob backs up with his hands raised.

“If you can catch me,” Robs says as he moves away from Visenya.

“Oh, it's on you, little bitch,” Visenya tells him as she moves toward Rob. The two act the same as two siblings would, happy that they can act like they don’t hold the titles they do.

Rob smiles before running; Visenya chases after him, and the two laugh as they run. Rob runs into the castle, hoping to escape Visenya and find Ben to join their game. The two run past different Lords and Ladies in the hallway and Visenya smiles as she gains on Rob. The armour that she is wearing is lighter than his heavy metal armour. Visenya grabs the back of Rob's chest plate and pulls him back towards her, him falling to the ground, and Rob takes Visenya down with him.

The two laugh as they lay on the ground, but it stops when Rob is pulled off the ground by two Kingsguards, and Visenya stands. Visenya straightens out her clothes and smiles at the Kingsguards.

“Please let go of Lord Tully. We were just playing a game,” Visenya tells them, and they do as she says. Bowning their heads towards Visenya before they leave the two.

“I was about to shit myself,” Rob whispers to Visenya, who snorts at his words.

“That would have made this day perfect,” She tells him as she offers him her arm. The link arms and Visenya pull him towards Ben and the rest of his family. “Getting to see you and then you humiliating yourself,”

“Where is our darling Ben?” Rob asks Visenya.

“The Godswoods with his family and Lord Stark,” Visenya tells him as they walk. She knew that Ben would be the next person that Rob would want to see.

“You think that I can scare him?” Rob asks, and Visenya smiles at him and nods her head.

“No, but I think you should try,” She answers, and Rob smiles at how happy Visenya looks.

– –

Once Visenya and Rob enter the Godwood, Rob removes his arm from Visenya and makes his way to their friend. The plan to scare Ben flies out the window when Ben sees Rob, and the two crash together into a hug. Visenya smiles at Alysanne and Cregan as she makes her way over. The two starks had arrived a week before the wedding week.

“We missed you at the feast yesterday,” Ben tells Rob as they pull apart.

“Anyone die?” Rob asks. He knows that the Targayerns love to have drama and that attending the wedding.

“No, but Visenya did try and fight Cregan after her sixth glass of wine,”

“I was very confident I would have won,” Visenya tells Rob as she looks at Cregan. It was true that she had tried to fight Cregan, but Ben and Alysanne had to talk her out of trying to steal a man's sword.

“I could win with my arms tied behind my back,” Cregan confidentially says

“I’ll take you up on that,”

“Perhaps after the wedding,” Alysanne intervenes. “I amuse that the Riverland mead will ensure we have an eventful night,”

The banter between them is interrupted as a dragon flys over the godswood. Everyone except Visenya and Ben jumps at the harsh winds the dragon makes as it passes them. Visenya looks to the dragon to see who it belongs to. The dragon is a dark cobalt colour with claws, crest, and belly scales the colour of bright beaten copper. No dragons on her side of the family are that shade of blue, meaning that it is from Aemond side. But every dragon rider but one is already in the city with their dragons resting in the dragon pit. Visenya snaps out of her thoughts when someone asks who is flying the dragon so close to the castle grounds.

“I don’t know,” Visenya answers. “I think it may be Aemonds brother, Daeron,”

– –

Aemond walks his way toward Visenya's room. It's the night before the wedding, and he is filled with nerves and excitement for the day. Outside of Visenyas room stands two Kingsguards, mostly likely commanded by the Queen to stand post outside of the princess room for the night.

“I wish to the Princess,” Aemond tells the two Kingsguards, but they don’t move to open the door.

“We are under stick orders of the Queen to not allow anyone to enter the room,” One of them speak up. The Queen had been very clear about Aemond not being alone with Visenya.

“Then have her come out; we can talk in the hallway where you can see us,” Aemond reasons with the Kingsguards, but when they don’t seem to be budging, Aemond pulls a different card. “I just want to see My Love,”

The Kingsguards look at each other, knowing that if they can see the two, then nothing could happen between the two. One of the Kingsguards knocks on Visenya's door, and when she doesn’t open it right away, Aemond worries that she might have found a way out of her room. Aemond calms down when Visenya opens the door, a robe wrapped around her and her hair tied back. Visenya smiles at Aemond and takes his extended hand; he pulls her to the other side of the hallway.

“What are you doing here? You should be sleeping. Tomorrow will be a busy day,” Visenya asks, and Aemond leans closer to her.

“Dīnagon nyke?” Aemond asks Visenya, and she lightly laughs at his question.

Marry Me?

“Nyke kȳvanon va doing bona hemtubis,” She answers him, not understanding why Aemond is asking her such silly questions. Aemond takes hold of her other hand, and he looks her in the eyes.

I plan on doing that tomorrow.

“Sir, isse se ñuhoso hen īlva lentor,” Aemond tells her. He knows that Visenya wanted to marry in the tradition of old Valyria but chose to have a wedding in the faith of the seven for him and his family. “Kosti emagon se dīnilūks hemtubis yn dīnagon nyke sir”

Now, in the way of the of our house. We can have the wedding tomorrow but marry me now.

Visenyas turns her attention away from Aemond and to the kingsguards outside her door. The queen was smart enough to know that the two might sneak away to see one another before the wedding.

“Nyke ȳdra daor pendagon kesan sagon able naejot henujagon ñuha tistālion,” Visenya tells him, and he smiles at her, a smile that tells her that he has a plan to get her out. If it were up to him, he would take her away now, but then the Queen and the rest of the family would know what they are up to.

I don’t think that they will allow me to leave my room.

“Eminna somone māzigon se jiōragon ao. Īlon'll emagon ziry isse se zaldrīzesripo,” Aemond tells Visenya as one of the Kingsgaurds clear their throat, meaning that Visenya needs to get back into her room.

I will have someone come and get you. We'll have it in the Dragonpit

Visenya nods yes to Aemonds request, and Aemond kisses her hands before he walks back to her door. Visenya smiles to herself when she closes the door. She sits at the table and waits for the person Aemond is sending to get her.

Rhaenyra fiddles with the rings on her fingers as she walks up to Visenya's room. She hopes that what Aemond plans goes smoothly to spare tomorrow from drama. The Kingsguards stand tall as Rhaenyra walks up to them. She hopes they will listen to her and disobey the Queen's command.

“My daughter and I have some wedding traditions that we need to do tonight,” Rhaenyra tells the Kingsguards, and the two men look at each other. “Leave,”

The Kingsguards bow their heads down to Rhaenyra and leave their post outside Visenya's room. Rhaenyra enters Visenyas room and smiles when she sees how nervous Visenya looks. Rhaenyra closes the door, places traditional clothing on the table, and pulls Visenya into a hug. She is happy that Aemond has chosen to do this.

“Do you know?” Visenya asks as the mother and daughter pull apart.

Rhaenyra nods, and Visenya looks at the items she brought for her. The robes are a cream colour with red colouring at the bottom, cuffs, and shoulders. Visenya had seen the robes before; she knew that her mother and Daemon had worn the same style when they had wed each other.

“Aemond came to Daemon and me a while back asking for our help. I must say that I was surprised when he did.” Rhaenyra tells Visenya, and she pulls her attention back to her. Rhaenyra pushes Visenya's hair out of her face and holds her daughter's face. “The headdress is the same one I wore when I married Daemon. We should hurry. I don’t know how long the Kingsguards will return,”

Rhaenyra helps her daughter get ready, feeling happy for her daughter. She wasn’t sure about Aemond marrying Visenya, but it was now clear how much they cared for one another.

– –

136 - The Dragonpit

Rhaenyra and Visenya remove their cloaks as they arrive at the dragonpit. Daemon stands outside the doors, making sure that no one enters, and he straightens as the two get close. Rhaenyra kisses him on his cheek before entering the dragonpit. Daemon and Visenya stand there looking at each other. Visenya has made an effort to be friendly with Daemon but the few times they have been alone with one another were always awkward.

Visenya's hair is down in big curls without braids in it. Daemon walks up to his daughter and tucks some of her behind her ears as he puts the traditional headdress on her head. Daemon fluffs her hair around the headdress, and Visenya smiles at his actions.

“You look so much like your mother,” Daemon whispers, leaning down and kissing her forehead—a nice moment between the father and daughter. Visenya doesn’t think she will ever be able to call Daemon her father. Still, he knows that the relationship between them is working towards Visenya not being so hostile and accepting of the truth.

“I’m sorry that you will not be escorting me tomorrow. I would have liked for you too,” Visenya tells him, and Daemon offers her a smile.

“I get to be here for you tonight. A year ago, I thought I would never get to see you get married,” Daemon tells her. “You have made me the happiest man here,”

“I would argue that Aemond is quite happy, or at least I hope he is,” Visenya jokes, and Daemon puts his arm out for her to take. Visenya links their arms together and starts walking into the dragonpit.

The dragonpit is warmer than usual because of the number of dragons taken home under it. The wedding brought together almost all of the dragons in House Tarygern and all the dragons of House Velayron. A few of the younger dragons have stayed on Dragonstone.

The dragonpit is dimly lit, with torches lining a pathway and the platform. Visenya can see a line of people, but since their backs are turned towards her, she doesn’t know who Aemond has invited to the wedding. The only three people that she knows for sure are Helaena and Daeron, whose white hair sticks out in the dime light. Visenya also can tell one of the people is Rob; his firey red hair looks like flames in the fire lighting. As she and Daemon get closer, she knows the other three people are Ben, Jace and Luke. Visenya must admit she is a little surprised to see her younger brother.

Rhaenyra stands on top of the small platform with Aemond standing on her left. He wears the same traditional out that she does, and she can see that he, too, is unarmed. Visenya smiles as she sees that he isn’t wearing his eyepatch, finding that he looks like a pirate with it on.

Aemond is fiddling with his fingers as he waits for Visenya. He knows that she wants to have a Valyrian wedding, and he just hopes she is happy with his choice. Aemond keeps his eyes on the ground, slightly scared about Visenya seeing his face. He knows she prefers him without the eye patch, but it feels weird not to have it on in front of many people. He sees her feet and knows he has to look at her. As he does, Aemond feels his heart skip a beat.

He doesn’t know what he has done to deserve Visenya. The smile on her face makes him smile as well. Aemond has his hair tied back like usual, but to Visenya, he is breathtaking. The sapphire gem in his eye reflects the fire from the torches. The two smile at each other, wanting to touch one another, but they wait.

Rhaenyra clears her throat, and the two look at her. In the Valyria traditions, anyone can officiate a wedding, and Aemond thought it best that Rhaenyra was the one to do so.

“Hen lantoti Ānogar,” Rhaenyra says, and Aemond brings the arrowhead to Visenyas's lip. He takes a second before cutting it, letting the blood build up before he collects it on his thumb. He uses the blood to draw the Valyrian symbol for fire in between Visenya's eyebrows. Aemond hands the arrowhead to her, and Visenya is less hesitant about cutting Aemonds lip, doing the same actions as him but drawing the symbol for blood on his forehead.

Blood of two.

“Va syndroti vaedroma,” Rhaenyra says, and Visenya cuts the palm of her hand. Aemond repeats her actions, and the two put their hands together Rhaenyra wraps their joined hands with a black cloth with a gold embroidered dragon around their hands.

Joined as one.

“Mero perzot gihoti,” Rhaenyra says, and she holds a cup under their hands and lets the blood flow into it. Both Aemond and Visenya watch as it goes into the cup.

Ghostly flame.

“Eledroma iarza sir,” Rhaenyra says as she hands the cup to Visenya. Visenya takes it and brings it up to her lips; Ben and Rob look as they realize what she is about to do. She takes a sip. As she pulls the cup away, her lips are redder than before.

And song of shadows

“Izuli ampa perzi,” Rhaenyra says and Visenya hands the cup to Aemond.

Two hearts as embers.

“Prumi lanti seteksi. Hen jeny mazilarion.” Rhaenyra says Aemond takes a sip of the blood and grimaces at the copper taste. “Qelossa Ozundesi. Syndroro ono jedo. Ry kivia mazvestraksi,”

Forged in fourteen fires. A future promised in glass. The stars stand witness. The vow spoken through time. Of darkness and light.

Visenya and Aemond look to Rhaenyra, who takes the cup away from Aemond. The two waits and Rhaenyra nods to them. They look back at each other, each stepping closer, and their still-wrapped hands press against their chest. They both use their free hands to grab ahold of the other face and pull each other closer together. Their lips brush against them, and the cuts on their lips reopen as they press together.

The kiss is more passionate than it should be, with Aemond deepening it, and Visenya is the one to pull away from him. As much as she would love to make out with Aemond, she would not want to make her family and friends watch.

Ben and Rob make a whooping sound when the two newlyweds kiss, but they are both quiet when Daemon gives them a stern look. The rest of the Targeryens/Strongs clap their hands together as the down pull apart. Visenya licks the cut on her lip and presses her forehead against Aemonds. Aemond doesn’t care about the rest of the people there, and he smiles the biggest smile he has ever done as their foreheads rest against each other.

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