𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈

❝𝐈 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐋𝐲𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤.❞

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐈 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐥.

𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐋𝐲𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐋𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦.

The wedding had gone as planned, now it was time for the feast. It seemed to Lya that every single Lord and Lady had been packed within the walls of the Red Keep for this event. It was a sight to behold, but it was also smothering. Lya sat next to her husband King Viserys. The two of them sat above and in front of the entire mass of guests that mingled below. The grand wooden table sat many of the family like her father, Princess Rhaenyra, Prince Daemon, Otto Hightower, and his daughter Alicent Hightower. It was not awkward to be in the presence of the other choice, no, Lya enjoyed showing off the fact that it was she who won the game.

The newlywed couple had their pinky fingers interlocked as they sat waiting for the next course of the meal to be served. It was a third of the fourth that was to be served, the fourth being dessert. The dessert was going to be grand with a large variety of sweets from around the globe. As the couple waited patiently, a voice broke through the air grabbing both of their attention. It was no other than the hand, Otto Hightower, himself who decided to speak up.

"What an excellent choice, Your Grace. The new Queen already seems comfortable in her position, as if she was born for it," Otto's words sounded genuine, but the contempt that hid within them was as thick as molasses. Even in the state of bliss Lya was in she could almost taste the contempt from the bearded man. It was going to be a long night and she was sure of it.

The King looked at Otto Hightower with a smile, he nodded graciously. "Thank you, Otto. She will be ruling the kingdom for me before I know it," Viserys laughed after he spoke, it was a hearty laugh that had his showing all of his teeth as he grinned. Lady Lya could not help but laugh along with her husband, seeing him happy was something that made her heart flutter. She knew that she could not replace his beloved Aemma, she knew that before she even stepped into the carriage to visit King's Landing. Though, her knowing that she helped numb the pain and help him stay happy is what made her happy.

As she sat Lya looked down at her outfit. It was a white dress with small details that were in the color of the House Targaryen. Her necklace was plain gold with a ruby on it, red to match the dragon. Her hair was braided once more, but only the top, the rest of her hair fell below her shoulders. She looked over at the King who wore black once again, but this time he wore a ring on his index finger with a ruby on it matching his jewelry and Lya's too. She thought that he was the most handsome man in the room. She opened her mouth to speak but the next meal had been served. It was light and simple. Bread, cheeses, fruits, ham, and a few spreads.

Lya couldn't help herself as she grabbed a piece of the bread and spread a sweet jam on top of it. The bread she recognized, but the jam she did not. It was sweet, but not overly fruity. She could not recognize the hints of different flavors in it, but she knew she enjoyed the taste of it. "What is this jam, Your Grace? It is simply delightful," Lya spoke after she wiped her mouth delicately with the napkin as she had been taught the moment she could feed herself. She couldn't help but take another bite as she waited for her husband to reply.

"I believe it is from Dorne, Lya," Viserys still thought it odd to call his wife Lady Lya by just her name instead of the official title used in courting, but the two of them were no longer courting. The King's eyes never left his wife's until he saw her father leave the feast table politely, he couldn't help but let his own eyes wander knowing exactly what the Lord of Winterfell would be bringing to the feast as a gift. Though, Viserys did not let the excitement show on his face as it would spoil the surprise for the rest of the patrons. He looked back at his bride, she was gorgeous in her wedding dress and for the first time in a long time, he almost felt like a boy again. 

Lady Lya also noticed her father leaving the feast table, but she only nodded a response to her husband not knowing what else to say to him. Though, she kept her eyes on him as the two of them waited for her father to return with the first of the gifts the two of them would be receiving. It wasn't a long wait for her father to return, and when Rickon did arrive she leaned over to her husband and whispered. "A dire-wolf, Your Grace," she whispered with a smirk before she leaned back away from him not wanting to be accused of being sultry in public. 

The King heard what his bride had said, but he was stuck on the sight of the dire wolf pup stuck in the arms of the Lord of Winterfell's arms. Viserys raised out of his chair and spread his arms out wide as he began to speak, "Lord Stark seems to have brought the first gift. I am immensely grateful for this gift," his words were calm, but the excitement was plain to see in his eyes and face. As Rickon Stark brought the pup to the table, it looked around curiously. 

"A dire wolf pup for the King and Queen. It is a boy, Your Grace," Lord Stark spoke in his normal gruff tone as he slowly handed the pup to the King. The King did not hesitate to grab up the pup and cradle it like a child. The Lord of Winterfell bowed before he took his place back at the feast table as the people of the feast began to cheer at the sight. 

King Viserys held the pup in his arms and it was content. The creature was also calmer than he expected it to be. "A perfect gift from the Lord of Winterfell, you have my thanks. I believe I will name this pup...Urrax," and as he spoke the crowd began to cheer even louder than they were before. After basking in the cheers of the crowd for the proper amount to seem thankful and proper, the King sat in his seat once again to signify the beginning of the gifting period.