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It was finally the day of the wedding. Lords and Ladies from across the realms came to attend. The union of the heir and prince of the seven kingdoms and the last Targaryen princess. "Maester's will be talking about this day for years to come," Tyrion noted as he peeked out of the window of the carriage. He saw serval banners from many great houses. Tyrion bet many were here mostly to kiss up to the prince.

"Yes, truly a momentous occasion," Tywin said in a level tone. He paid no mind to the goings on outside the carriage he shared with Tyrion. His eyes were more focused on the letters in his hands.

"Come now, father. You should be more excited," Tyrion said as he grabbed the bottle of wine and filled a cup. "Your grandson by marriage is about to be married," he said as he offered the wine to Tywin. But his father ignored the gesture and simply grabbed the water at his side and drank that instead. Tyrion shrugged and took the poured wine and drank it himself. "What has the master of whispers been saying?" Tyrion asked nonchalantly as he took his seat.

Tywin didn't look up from the letter as he spoke. "Robert's agents failed once again to assassinate Viserys Targaryen."

Hearing this, Tyrion was intrigued. "Truly? I thought he gave up his grudge against the Targaryens a long time ago?" Tyrion asked as he sipped his wine.

"Then you are more of a fool than I give you credit for," Tywin said as he put the letters away. Tucking them in his tunic as he grabbed his drink once more. "Taking in the Targaryen princess as his ward didn't wipe away his hate for the family."

"I suppose that's true," he said, ignoring the insult from his father. "But I'm guessing if it was just the failed attempt, it wouldn't have you so concerned. What else was in the letter?" he asked as he drank more of his wine.

"Apparently, the Targaryen prince is being sheltered by merchant lords in Essos. There are rumors he is trying to unite the Dothraki horde to invade Westeros," Tywin answered.

"The Dothraki? What could he offer them worth backing his claim?" Tyrion said doubtfully such an alliance would work. Let alone getting the clans to work together.

"What indeed," Tywin said thoughtfully as the carriage approached the Sept of Baelor. "Whatever it is, the crown doesn't take the threat seriously enough. The last thing this kingdom needs is another war," he said as the carriage pulled up and stopped at the front gate as they prepared to head inside. The Sept of Baelor was filled with many dignitaries and guests. But the two most important ones were yet to arrive.

As the two lions walked in, they immediately went to the front of the hall to the side of the Queen. "Daughter," Tywin greeted seeing Cersei, his firstborn.

Cersei bowed her head giving her father a courteous smile. "Good to see you father. How was your trip? Was it safe?' she asked as Tywin came to stand at her side.

"Well enough."

"It is good to see you as well, big sister. You look more ravishing than ever," Tyrion said, greeting her with a curled smirk.

"I would say the same Tyrion, but that would be a lie," Cersei retorts.

"Ah, you wound me, sister," Tyrion said dramatically cupping his chest. "Speaking of where is my big brother?" he asked glancing around the room and trying to spot the golden mane.

"Jamie is with the royal retinue escorting the prince and princess," Cersei answered as the palanquins were still making their way up the street to the Sept.

"What of the King?" Tywin asks as he sees no sight of the larger pompous man. In truth, one of the few regrets of his life was having to force Cersei to marry Robert. The fool King had wasted and spent much of the Lannister gold, that if it weren't for him the crown would have been bankrupt by now.

Hearing the mention of Robert made Cersei twist her lips in anger. Although she did her best not to show it. "He believed his presence wouldn't be... appropriate. He took Jon Arryn and went out to the Kingswood to go hunting," Cersei said through gritted teeth.

"Good, one less occasion he gets to spoil," Tywin nodded his head. Soon as they stood at each other's sides the bells of the Sept began to ring announcing the arrival of the bride and groom.

Ser Jamie entered the hall with Ser Barristan at his side. Both were adorned in their golden armor. They marched in before stepping to the side of the doorway, presenting arms. As they stood Samwell walked into the Sept. "Presenting His and Her Majesty, the Prince and Princess. Prince Jon of houses Baratheon and Stark first of his name and his bride Princess Daenerys of house Targaryen first of her name," Sam announced as the whole room turned to see the royals.

Jon dressed in his finest doublet and a cloak bearing the Baratheon crest. The golden silk tunic with a red sash crossed over his chest. He held the hand of Daenerys, escorting her into the room. She wore a fine white sleeveless gown, with a silver ornate necklace of a three-headed dragon around her neck.

There were some whispers of seeing the princess showing symbols of her Targaryen house. But Daenerys did not care. She would keep her house alive with her in any way she could. And Jon didn't mind, he loved her for who she was and didn't plan on changing her. They then walked down the aisle hand in hand, approaching the High Septon.

When the two reached the alter Cersei couldn't help but smile with pride. It was not every day a mother could watch the children she raised get married. Especially to each other no less. "Such a rare sight," Tryion said as he glanced at his sister and back to the alter.

"Royal weddings are quite a rare thing."

"I was talking about you, smiling," Tyrion retorts with a smirk. "I've seen you smirk, laugh, scowl... but never a genuine smile," he comments making Cersei glare at him. "That didn't last long," he said before Cersei rolled her eyes and tried to listen in on the wedding vows.

"You may cloak the bride and bring her under your protection," the High Septon spoke. Jon removed his cloak as Daenerys turned away allowing him to place the cloak over her shoulders. Once on they both turned back to the Septon as he continued addressing the room. "Your Grace, My lords, my ladies, we stand here in the sight of gods and men to witness the union of man and wife. One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever," he said as the ceremony began.

The Septon names the gods of the seven as he recites the words and vows. "Now Look upon each other and say the words," he commands.

"I am hers and she is mine. From this day, until the end of my days,"

"I am his and he is mine. From this day, until the end of my days." They both spoke in unison. Their echoing words fill the Sept. And as they spoke the Septon took a ribbon and began to fold it gently between Jon's and Daenerys's hands.

With their hands bonded together the Septon continued. "Let it be known that Daenerys of House Targaryen and Jon of houses Baratheon and Stark are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder."

Jon and Daenerys turn and look at each other. Fingers clasped as one. Their hearts racing with excitement. "With this kiss, I pledge my love," Jon said his words almost in a whisper as he reached up to cup Daenerys's cheek. Their lips met in a sweet, and soft kiss as the room erupted in applause.

After they were wed, Daenerys and Jon looked upon the crowd. Waving, and smiling at their friends and family. Daenerys was especially glad to see that Messandei indeed came to the wedding. She saw the girl in the back, giving her a small curt wave. But one person was still missing. Even though he didn't walk her down or give her away. She half expected Robert to show up. Even just for a few minutes, but that was just wishful thinking. Regardless she wouldn't let him ruin her special day.

After the vows, they all began to depart following the royal procession back to the Red Keep. The feast and wedding banquet are now in full swing. The royal family sat together at the head table. They drank wine and feasted as congratulations were exchanged.

Tyrion then rose to his feet as he called over his squire Pod setting a book down on the table. "A gift. The Lives of Four Kings. Grand Maester Kaeth's history of the reigns of Daeron the Young Dragon, Baelor the Blessed, Aegon the Unworthy, and Daeron the Good. A book every future king... or future queen should read," he added glancing at Daenerys. He knew other lords would have more spectacular gifts to reward the newlyweds, but it was important nonetheless.

Jon smiled at his uncle taking the large book and bringing it closer to read the title. "We should all find time for wisdom. Thank you, uncle," Jon smiled gratefully as Tyrion smiled and returned to his seat.

The next approach intrigued Jon seeing a small young girl wearing the leathers of a northerner approach the royal table. "Presenting Lyanna Mormont of House Mormont," the announcer spoke as the girl was followed by a knight bearing the bear sigil. "Your graces," she said bowing her head and her voice hard, just like her expression.

"My lady, welcome to Kingslanding. What brings you south?" Jon asked curiously. As he rarely saw northerners minus the Starks.

"I come as a guest of Lord Eddard Stark," she said sternly. "I come to deliver a message and an offering from my Uncle Jeor Mormont Lord Commander of the Night's Watch," she explained.

Jon raised his brow upon hearing this. He was a prince, there wasn't much he could do as of yet, but he was very much intrigued by the young girl. "I will listen," Jon nodded to her.

"My uncle wishes to bring news from beyond the wall. An army of wildlings has been gathering. An army nearly a hundred thousand strong. They all rally under one man. They call him the King beyond the wall," Lyanna spoke her voice serious and eyes narrow. "My uncle requests that the crown takes the threat seriously and provides aid and men to defend the wall."

Pycelle who was seated among the Royals spoke up. "If your uncle wishes to request such action. He must go through the proper channels and message the small council."

"My uncle goes through the proper fucking channels! But nothing is done," Lyanna said as she glared at the balding old Maester. "My family wouldn't have sent me here south if things were getting done," she scolded the old man making Daenerys smirk.

"I like her," Daenerys whispered softly eyeing the fiery young woman. Jon nodded in agreement. "I do too," he said before straightening himself in his seat.

Lyanna then turned her attention back to Jon. "You are as much a Stark as you are a Baratheon. You have the blood of the first men running through your veins. It is your duty to serve the north," she said in a firm commanding voice even Tywin can't help but respect.

"Aye, I have the blood of the first men. Though I am not a king... but I will do all I can to ensure the north and the wall gets the help it needs. I swear," Jon swore to her.

Lyanna thought about his words for a moment. "A Stark never breaks an oath when given. Do not be the first, Jon Stark," she said before nodding to the retainer at her side. "This gift is from my uncle to you. It is a symbol of your oath to the north," she said as the warrior brought over a sword sheathed in black leather. "It is my family's sword. Longclaw. It is made of valyrian steel," she said as the man set the weapon down on the table.

The whole table watched as the weapon was presented to Jon as he rose to his feet, stunned by the gift. He reached out and picked up the weapon and he slowly unsheathed it. The blade glimmered in the sunlight as his eyes traced up the steel to the pommel. A white figurehead of a wolf in its place. But as Jon looked at it, he shook his head and sheathed the sword back in its scabbard. "I cannot accept such a gift... this is too much," Jon said conflicted.

"That sword is a reminder of your oath to the north. Returning it would be an insult," Lyanna said as she eyed Jon as he set the blade down. Jon took a moment before nodding his head. "Then I will accept the sword... a symbol of the crowns' continued support of the north and the wall." Lyanna took his words to heart and bowed her head. "Your graces," she said and turned to walk off with her retainer in tow.

"I do not think that was wise," Baelish spoke up from the end of the table. "Offering any promises to provide aid to the north in any capacity as such would drain the crowns funds further," he said as he looked to the prince. "Such decisions and promises should be made by the small council and with the king's approval alone."

"Maybe funds should be found. And as master of coin that would be your job," Daenerys spoke up. "If a threat in the north is truly building something should be done to prevent such an invasion, if true," she argued, but Baelish was unconvinced.

"My Lady the wildlings have never shown any kind of organization in the past. Most likely it is just the delusions of some northern who sees something that is not there," Pycelle also argued.

Daenerys narrowed her eyes at the old Maester before turning her gaze to Tywin. "What about you grandfather? Do think the crown should take such a threat seriously?" she asked his opinion.

Tywin thought for a moment. A bit surprised that she would seek his council, but it was a welcome change of pace. "It is true the wall has held back any invasion from the wildlings for hundreds of years. But that hasn't stopped some from sneaking their way south to raid, rape, and pillage... if the House Mormont is willing to part with a sword of valyrian steel to ensure the support of the crown... they must deem the potential threat a serious one," he said as he twisted his lip thinking carefully. "At the very least an investigation should be done to assess the potential threat."

Daenerys smiled at him, glad he wasn't talking down to her. "And as members of the small council that would be your job, wouldn't it?" she asked eyeing the men that sat along the far end of the table.

"I'm sure we shall bring it up," Baelish giving her a smile, but one that didn't reach his eyes. "I would hope you do," Daenerys said as she sipped her wine. A hand reaching out under the table clutching Jon's showing her own support for her husband. Which he gladly took giving her hand a grateful squeeze.

After that exchange, many more lords began to offer gifts and congratulations to the couple. Some even offered condolences as word spread that Robert could not attend the wedding due to illness. A convenient excuse, but at least a less embarrassing one to the truth. Every time Robert's name was brought up Cersei gritted her teeth and offered a forced smile thanking them for their concerns.

Finally, the last Lord approached to offer their gifts to the prince and princess. "Presenting Lord Stannis of Dragonstone," the announcer spoke as the tall yet serious man walked over to the royal table. "Your graces congratulations on your union," he said bowing his head.

"Thank you uncle," Jon spoke first with a soft smile. "Where is Princess Shireen? Is she attending with you?" he asked, he always loved the young girl and her curious mind.

"She could not attend," Stannis said in a level tone. "Her mother is bedridden and Shireen now remains at her side," he said as he looked to Ser Davos, his Hand. Motioning him to step forward with his gift. "But she sends her love," he said as Davos brought over the chest in his hands setting it down on the table in front of them.

"While exploring Dragonstone's caves I came across these fossils," he said as Davos opened the chest revealing three dragon eggs. The sight immediately made Daenerys eyes go wide in wonder. She had seen drawings and descriptions in books, but seeing them for real was truly a sight to behold. "Three dragon eggs. Though the ages have turned them to stone, they will always be beautiful," he said watching as Daenerys picked up the black egg in her hand. Even though the texture was cool to the touch. She swore she could feel a warmth inside.

"Uncle Stannis..." Daenerys was without words as she felt the egg in her hand. Jon too reached out taking a green egg feeling the rough scaly texture under his fingers. Though he didn't say it either, he too felt a strange warmth inside. "These are wonderful... thank you," Daenerys finally spoke as she was still mesmerized by the gift. Another reminder of her family's House that would remain with her.

"You are welcome, princess. Congratulations once more to your union," Stannis nodded his head turning to leave. Ser Davos then bowed his head to the couple. "Your graces," he said before departing following Stannis closely behind.

"Good thing I went first... I definitely couldn't beat that as a gift," Tyrion said slightly jealous seeing the dragon eggs that were offered, even if they were nothing more than stone paperweights at this point.

Daenerys chuckled as she set the egg back in its chest, Jon doing the same. "I still love your gift uncle. And I will gladly read it," she said bringing a small smile to the small lion.

The festivities continued as food and cake were shared. Along with drink and merriment. Something Robert was missing. Deep in the Kingswood. Robert had set up camp with Jon Arryn and his squire. A campfire burning brightly, banishing any darkness that surrounded their camp. Jon Arryn his Hand had made several protests for the King to return to the capitol. Robert refused. Instead, he remained outside its walls with a flask of wine in his hand and a spear at his side. He still refused to face them.

After a while, Jon Arryn and his squire went to sleep curling up in their sleeping bags. Robert remained up. He drank his wine flask emptying down his throat till he felt numb. "What kind of father ditches his son's wedding?" he asked out loud as if someone would answer. "A fucking coward that's who," he said drinking the flask till it was dry but still keeping the leather flask to his lips as if more wine would leak down his throat.

Soon Robert found himself laying back in his sleeping bag staring up at the sky. Sleep still would not claim him. But as he looked up reflecting on his life he heard rustling out in the bush. "Who goes there?!" he shouted struggling to sit himself up. "In the name of your king, you shall answer me!" he shouts out into the darkness. But soon his eyes were greeted by a strange sight. A woman emerged from the darkness. The flickering light of the campfire illuminated her. Exposing her naked slender form.

"My King," she spoke in a sultry tone. She strode over to him giving him a better look at her form. Her skin was flawless. Her slight curves made the man's mouth water as he scanned her body. From her slender legs all the way to her green eyes and ruby-red hair.

"Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes," he said with a slight chuckle feeling his heart race as she got closer, almost stalking over to him.

"I'm here to serve my King," she whispered as she started to bend down and start to straddle Robert's waist. She could feel how excited he was as she felt his body. She reached out taking his hands and guiding them to her waist. She began to puppet him in a way, slowly moving his hands higher up her body.

Robert felt her incredibly soft skin. His fingers traced their way up her sides to her breasts. He squeezed the supple firm tits between his callus fingers. The woman smirked at him moving and rolling her hips feeling Robert's body getting even more excited. She then began to lean in. Robert preparing for a kiss. But instead, her lips reached his ear as she began to whisper. "The night is dark and full of terrors."

Robert narrowed his eyes confused as he heard her. Then suddenly his eyes go wide feeling a sharp tug at his side. A curved blade was jabbed in his gut. But before he could scream or try and wrestle his way to his feet. The dagger was pulled out and thrust again and again deep into his stomach. Robert looked up at the woman her face unchanging. Emotionless as he watched blood spurt out coating her pale skin.

Robert shuddered to look for the words struggling to breathe let alone beg for his life. But the red-haired woman just gave him a smirk as she pulled the blade out from his stomach and raised it high in the air. Robert got a glimpse of the blade as his vision starts to fade. The curved dagger had a red ruby on its hilt almost glowing in the firelight.

Then with one single motion, the woman plunged the dagger straight through Robert's chest piercing his heart. She sank the blade in deep to its hilt. She then released it leaving the weapon buried in his chest as she rose to her feet. She then looked down at her handy work. The king lay dead as his Hand and the young squire had their throats open. Spilling blood out as a trail pooled towards the campfire. "Now it begins," she said into the darkness as the blood began to slowly soak the smoldering logs dimming and outing the fire.

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