I pledge to love you as long as you live
She is nervous. Again. But this time, they are happy nerves. 'You look beautiful, my darling!' Her mother exclaims, hugging Daenys in delight.
'I never would have thought Aegon capable of something like this!' Daenys smiles, patting down her dress. 'Me neither.'
Aegon's proposal, or more Rhaenys' proposal, had been taken in with a little bit of shock. No one had ever decided to renew their vows, but Aegon wanted to do it before the High Septon, with his three wifes this time.
Daenys suspects it has to do with the fact that her husband thinks, that though she shares his bed, and that of her sisters, that she still feels left out. Her relationship with her siblings has blossomed into love, they dote on her more than they should, and it is more than she could ever have wished for.
A knock sounds on the door, and her father walks in. 'Can you give us a moment?' Lord Aerion asks his wife, a fond gaze accompanied with his question. Daenys' mother nods and winks at her daughter, closing the door behind her.
Her father sits down, motioning for her to do the same. 'Not too nervous?' Daenys shakes her head, and a silence falls over them again. 'I think an apology is needed.' Her father eventually says. 'You have grown into quite the strong woman and queen, Daenys. No thanks to me.' Her father says again. 'I regret not having been the best father I could have been.'
Daenys shakes her head, and to Lord Aerion's shock, his daughter is quick to hug him. 'The past is the past, father.' Daenys feels the pieces of her heart finally knitting together, years of feeling abandoned and ignored by her father fading away as Lord Aerion finally puts his arms around his daughter.
They stay like that for a while. A bright smile appears on Daenys' face, as a few unshed tears appear in her eyes as well. 'I always knew you were capable of great things, deep down. You are of my blood after all.' Her father sighs, a smile crinkling his face. 'Now, let's get you to the High Septon, yes?'
The walk is long, but Daenys does not mind. Her father keeps asking her questions, genuine interest in his youngest daughter making him want to know what she has done these last few months.
'We will take over from here, father.' Visenya says, Lord Aerion smiling one last time at them, before taking place next to his wife. 'Are you ready?' Rhaenys whispers, standing on Daenys' right side. The three Targaryen queens don all a red dress with a long trail, the sigil of their House proudly displayed on their chest. Their hair is all left loose, three identical crowns on their heads.
'I am.'
The ceremony takes long, but it is absolutely silent. When it is Daenys ' turn, three gazes cross hers.
'Do you, Daenys Valaena Targaryen, take Aegon Targaryen to be your wedded husband? Do you take Visenya and Rhaenys Targaryen as your sister-wives? Do you promise to love and cherish them, and only them, until death parts you?'
Daenys can only smile, gaze reflected in that of her siblings.
'I do.'