The hall is filled with nobility, low, high and the rich, filled to the brim in the building that serves as a wedding chapel.
Her father is happy, big winebelly proudly displayed forward as he nearly dances next to her.
Her dress is simple, a beige colour with a golden overskirt over it. A large necklace adorns her neck and the train of her skirt is at least two feet long. Her hair is done in a braided bunconstruction in her neck and a small veil covers her face.
The walk to the front of the building takes so long it nearly feels like a century and then she is lead forward, up the stairs and Orys Baratheon, the hand of the king takes her small one in his and helps her stand next to Aegon.
He looks like larger then life, beautiful and like a king should be. He has silvery-white hair that comes to about his shoulders and his eyes are the purplet he targaryens are so known for.
The ceremony is short. Before she knows it Aegon, now her husband, takes hold of her hand and presents her with a ring. It is golden with a large ruby in it, clearly inspired by Aegon's crown and then he takes hold of her other hand. His hands are large and calloused, and it is a feeling she will remember for years to come.
Then the final vows are spoken and Aegon lifts her veil. He does not smile but there is definitely interest in his eyes as he bows forward and the pulls the eil of her head. He bows forward and she closes her eyes and then he leans in and is kissing her. His lips are warm, and her heart thuds in her chest but it is far to soon over.
Then Orys Baratheon comes forward and taps her shoulders. "On your knees , My Lady."
Aegon stands before her, watching as one of his courtman take over. His first words fill the room wih silence and then he is speaking in Valyrian. Yet, she knows what he is saying. first come a lot of words she doesn't know until she hears a whisp of what is supposed to be her coronation;
" ...I pronounce this woman, Lyseina Jeyne Ariatta, Queen Lysei Aegys Targaryen, First
of her Name, wife to Aegon I, sisterwife to Queen Vysenia I and Queen Rhaenys I , first of their names and queen consort of
the Seven Kingdoms. May her reign be a long one." Then the man hold a large silver crown up to the sky and softly places it on her head. "Turn, my child." he says. With help from Orys Baratheon she turns to face the crowd.
" I pronounce you Queen consort ! " A roar resounds through the crowd as she stand upright and faces her new subjects.