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Alyssa I Targaryen

Book : The War of the Four Sovereigns

Chapter 3: Marrying for the Crown

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Trigger warning: Canon typical underage, nudity

It was the day of her wedding and Alyssa found herself standing inside the antechamber off the main hall of Bitterbridge's small sept with a fidgeting Arya. Something that did nothing to calm Alyssa's own anxiety.

"This dress is too restrictive," Arya complained as she tried to make herself more comfortable in the white off shoulder dress with a short sewn in cape that folded down from the neckline to cover her budding bust and most of her upper arms. A dress that was covered in beads and grey embroidery sewn into the design of various wolves and winter roses.

Alyssa couldn't help but chuckle at the complaint.

"If your dress is bad, Sister, than what about mine?"

Not that Alyssa disliked her dress at all. Sewn lovingly by Margaery herself, she adored the shoulderless tube of black silk that clung to her body. The entire dress, from the chest and collarbone, was conservatively stitched over in red lace and its trim was endowed in Myrish lace. It was accentuated by a recurring design of a forest artfully punctuated by the odd rose, three headed dragon, direwolf and even a few stags. The matching full-length sleeves were made entirely of lace and attached by thin cords of white satin. The train was short and the veil held by a gold circlet studded in tiny rubies.

Margaery had loaned her some of her jewelry in the form a delicate necklace, matching set of earrings and twinned bracelets. All of which were finished off by a pair of satin slippers. That is, of course, with the exception of her marriage cloak which was a careful recreation of the ruby studded, silk and wolf fur trimmed affair with the design of the Targaryen three headed dragon stitched into it prominently that her Father had put over her Mother's shoulder during their secret wedding at the God's Eye that like everything else of her attire today had been sewn by Margaery.

"Can you even move in that?" Arya asked teasingly.

In lieu of a verbal reply, Alyssa simply reached over and easily caught hold of Arya as she tried to squirm away,

"I can move well enough to catch misbehaving little sisters." Alyssa warned her. "So best behavior."

"Yes, Sister." Arya replied with a pout.

A gentle melody began to play, the tune unfamiliar to her and Alyssa turned to Arya expectantly while offering her arm.

"You know it should be Robb giving you away, right?" Arya said even as she wrapped her own arm around Alyssa's.

"Yes, but he's not here." Alyssa reminded her. "Now be quiet and play your part in the ceremony."

Looking ahead to the opening doors into the sept's main hall, Alyssa didn't see it but she was sure her little sister rolled her eyes at that.

She put the matter of her sister out of her mind however as the symbolic seven bells finished tolling and they began the slow walk down the aisle to the altar. Instead, she chose to survey the hall. The relatively humble Bitterbridge sept was on this occasion filled to the brim with Reach and Storm lords as well as the more prominent knights in service to Renly and her. Like with her dress, Margaery had done a remarkable job with the decorations. Tapestries and brocades that proudly bore the sigils of House Targaryen, Stark and Baratheon lined the walls. A small dais stood at one side atop which sat a handful of musicians to provide music and there was even a painter on hand to immortalize the event. As one final touch of thoughtfulness, a large window had been hastily cut into the side of the sept to allow Ghost to poke his head in and join in the festivities.

You're beautiful, Alys. Her dragon sent as he followed her slow march up the aisle to the altar.

Thank you my friend. Alyssa sent back happily.

That happiness vanished though as she caught the almost empty row at the front of the right set of benches that should have been reserved for her family. It was a stark contrast to the row on Renly's side that was full of men from various branches of the Baratheon line. Though she was pleased beyond words to note that it was not completely empty. Lady and Nymeria stood there and more importantly standing next to the two direwolves while offering her an encouraging smile was her lover Margaery. She looked absolutely gorgeous in a dress of green and gold with red and black accents that spoke volumes to those with the eyes to see of her place within Alyssa's household.

Alyssa was so captured by the Margaery's beauty that she barely noticed as she reached the altar and Arya released her to head to her seat in the front row, leaving her to Renly and a Septon.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…"

Alyssa tuned out the Septon's words. She was no believer of the Seven and had only agreed to the ceremony being in the traditions of the Faith, despite the many unorthodox changes she'd insisted upon, to legitimize the union in the eyes of the various pious Reach and Storm lords whose forces made up their armies. Besides, Renly was a follower of the Faith and thus would be familiar with the rites so she allowed him to guide her. So she turned to Renly and just stared blankly at him while her mind wandered.

I hope all the changes we made doesn't upset our lords too much. We need their support. Alyssa pondered. Then again, even without them I'm fairly sure we'd still win this war. So perhaps I shouldn't be too worried.

Thoughts such as this permeated her mind as she went through the motions of the ceremony, following Renly's prompts and what she remembered form the few rehearsals that they had conducted. Thankfully, despite her distractions she made no blunders and soon Arya was stepping forward to remove her marriage cloak from her shoulders to allow Renly to place his own Baratheon themed cloak on in its place.

"With this kiss I pledge my love" Renly said as he faced her and begun his vows. "And take you for my lady and wife."

Offering him a polite smile, she too made her vows.

"With this kiss I pledge my love and take you for my lord and husband."

Even as she spoke however she offered more sincere private vows to her own god in the sanctity of her own mind.

Lord Nameless, she beseeched. Grant this marriage your blessing.

She wasn't expecting a reply, but received one nonetheless.

I appreciate the gesture, Alyssa. The god said into her mind with an amused chuckle. And for that I will bless this union you've entered as much as you do.

You're a difficult god to please, my lord. Alyssa sent even as she kissed Renly chastely on the lips as the ceremony dictated.

Lord Nameless merely laughed in response and withdrew his presence from her mind.

As Alyssa and her new husband pulled away from their kiss, the Septon addressed everyone in the Sept.

"With this I declare King Renly and Queen Alyssa, man and wife. One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever."

At this the entire audience cheered.

After leaving the wedding feast, Margaery walked Alyssa to her bedchamber. Much to the disappointment of many of the lords, there had been no bedding ceremony. Alyssa was too proud to allow herself to be undressed by a bunch of drunken men and with a dragon and magic to support her demands, none dared even question her decision. For which Margaery was secretly glad. While she knew she would have to share Alyssa, with her husband and Loras if no one else, she didn't want just anyone seeing her lover naked.

Despite thoughts of sharing her lover and considering what they were about to do when they reached it, the walk to the royal bedchamber was enveloped in a strangely companionable silence.

"Aren't you nervous?" Margaery asked her Queen at last.

"Not particularly." Alys told her with a shrug. "It must be done. Besides, you'll be with me. Are you? Nervous, I mean?"

Margaery considered the question for a moment before shaking her head.

"No. As you said, this needs to be done. And you'll be there with me. How can I be afraid when you are there, my Witch Queen."

"You say the nicest things, Margey." Alyssa said addressing Margaery with the familiar nickname that only her family was ever allowed to use and she ran a hand lovingly through the Tyrell heiress' hair.

Margaery luxuriated in the caress and offered the Queen a loving smile in reply.

Their flirting had to come to a temporary end though as they reached the doors to Alyssa's bedchambers and walking in found Loras already servicing the King, causing Margaery to freeze in shock. Not so much at what they were doing, but at their impertinence of starting without them!

"Couldn't you two wait for us?" Alyssa asked with a raised eyebrow. "We need Renly's seed to be fresh when Margaery puts it inside me."

Renly, even with his member down Loras' throat, chuckled and replied. "I can easily manage more than one load a night, Wife. I'm sure I can manage."

"I'm sure you can, your grace." Margaery said with a roll of her eyes. "Come on, Alys, let's get out of our dresses. We can't lose to the men."

"Of course not," Alyssa said, her voice brimming with the competitive spirit that was one of the many things that made Margaery love her, whilst turning to allow the Tyrell lady access to her stays. "But the end of this night, we'll show them why we ladies are the rulers of the bed."

After an exhausting night of lovemaking, Alyssa laid back on the bed with Margaery cuddled into her side.

"Do you think we got you pregnant?" Margaery asked as she traced her hand over Alyssa's stomach.

"I hope so." Renly said from next to Alyssa with Loras lying on top of him. "Didn't you put enough of my seed into Alyssa that she was practically overflowing."

He wasn't wrong. Alyssa had honestly been shocked with just how much seed Renly was able to produce. She'd never managed to produce so much of it in her past life as a man. There had been so much of it that Margaery had been able to put so much into Alyssa's cunt that Renly's thick white seed was still leaking out from her body.

"Don't be crass, Renly." Alyssa chided her husband. "Even if you're correct, there's no need to so crude about it."

"So we don't need to do this again?" Loras asked, turning to look at Alyssa.

"I'm afraid that we must." Alyssa said with an apologetic look at Margaery's brother. "At least until I can confirm I'm pregnant with Renly's child."

Loras groaned.

"You did not enjoy what we did, brother?" Margaery asked curiously.

"I enjoyed the act," Loras replied.

"Very much so," Renly said with a smirk, earning himself a playful slap to the leg from his lover even as Loras continued whilst ignoring the King's cheeky statement.

"But I would really wish that I didn't have to share the bed with my sister."

"That's not negotiable." Alyssa said sternly.

"I know. I know." Loras said. "I never said I wouldn't do this again, did I? I just hope we don't have to do this often. So I pray you get with child soon, your grace."

"I think we all do." Renly said expressing the opinion of everyone in the room.

Done!

And thus Alyssa is married! Plus we get a glimpse of just how she intends to get pregnant with Renly's child without actively having him touch her. It's not exactly magic, she won't pull that out unless she needs it mainly because that's a bluff. She doesn't know a spell which can ensure she gets pregnant.

Also can I just say that medieval fashion is frustrating! I was trying to keep everything as believably medieval as possible but found myself limited as a result. Not just in regards to fashion either but concerning things like furniture as well! So you know what? I'm going to take a page out of the Game of Thrones show and freely mix in both medieval, renaissance and later elements so long as they fit the 'period' aesthetic, authenticity be damned. This is a fictional, fantastical universe, accuracy to real life history shouldn't be that big of a deal.

Some might be wondering about why Alyssa doesn't just use the Gate spell to just to rescue Sansa and end this war by assassinating all her enemies. Let's just say all will be revealed progressively over the next few chapters.

Guest review response:

The reviewer who brought up Baelish's spreading that Lyanna running away with Rhaegar was a kidnapping: I do not believe that was ever confirmed. But more importantly from the perspective of the story, Alyssa knows the truth of what happened thanks to the documents kept in her mother's tomb. She is thus basing her criticism of her parents off that.

Well, that's it from me this chapter. Till next time la revedere!