PERZYS ĀNOGĀR | v. targaryen ( s.u )

( CHAPTER FOUR, IV. )

CHAPTER FOUR, IV.
❝IVY LEAVES❞

Pentos, 298 AC

"MY LADY, THERE'S A DRESS HERE FOR YOU," Nymeria said, closing the door as she turned around with an ivory dress in her arm. Maehera knew what it was; it was her wedding dress. Nymeria laid it over the bed, spreading it out.

Maehera looked at the dress on herself in the mirror. The myrish lace sleeves flowed freely, with a slit for her arms to come out, and the chiffon bodice clung tightly before becoming a full skirt.

"My princess, you look stunning," Nymeria stated, looking over Maehera's shoulder after smoothing out the train.

Looking at herself in the mirror scared Maehera. In just a couple of days, she would be married in this dress. She would be married to the enemy, the man her brother had taught her to hate her entire life. But now, her entire life would be spent with him.

When Maehera emerged from her chambers after changing out of the dress, she immediately went to find Viserys. Not once while she was at the manse had she talked to him apart from dinners, she felt that she hadn't given him a chance to show what he was truly like.

"Lady Maehera?" a soft voice called out from behind. Stopping in her tracks, a silver head of hair soon appeared at her side. "My brother would like to talk to you," Daenerys said, a silent urge in her violet eyes as she looked up at the older girl. Maehera wrapped her arm through Daenerys', a silent 'lead the way'.

Maybe she'd only seen the best of him then, but Viserys Targaryen was nothing like the monster Robert had made him out to be. He'd been surprisingly kind, as opposed to the hot-tempered man she'd seen the first time she had dinner at the manse. He'd asked about her. Not about her brother, like he had before, but her. What she liked, if she was comfortable in the manse, what made her happy. Truly, he had seemed interested in what she had said and he had seemed happy enough to answer her questions in return.

Though, Maehera couldn't help but wonder why he'd been so nice. True, she'd barely conversed with him before and when she had, it wasn't all pleasant but something hadn't seemed right to her.

When she woke up on the day she was to wed Viserys, she could feel shivers running down her spine. She had grown quite comfortable with Viserys over the past few days, her previous fears and worries dulling down into almost nothing. But, nothing could've prepared Maehera for the panic that had set in with the realisation that she was actually going to be married by the end of the day.

"Are you ready, my princess?" Nymeria asked as Illyrio Mopatis approached the two to escort Maehera to Viserys. It wasn't to be a very big wedding. Some Targaryen loyalists had travelled to be at the wedding, but apart from that, there wasn't many people attending.

Watching Maehera walk down the aisle to her brother, Daenerys hoped that when she was to marry that she would look as regal. Despite the waves of panic that ran through the Baratheon girl's body, she had managed to keep her head held high, collected and had not tripped once, as she had thought she would.

Sunlight hit Maehera's silver hair as she stood next to Viserys, illuminating the light silver-gold strands that sat piled on her head. Viserys, looking cocky as ever, had his head turned towards her. As she looked into his eyes, she saw something that she had never seen before, not from him nor anyone else.

Maehera Targaryen could not help but feel awkward as she woke up naked next to her husband. Her head pounded as she rose from the bed, hugging her arms around her bare chest. Looking back behind her, all she could see was the red reminder that last night had truly happened, that she had truly become a married woman.

She could still feel the lingering of his lips on her neck, where faint bruises were now appearing. She could feel a throbbing between her legs, making it painful when she walked across the room to retrieve a dress.

Viserys Targaryen reached across the bed, expecting to feel the warm body of his wife but instead being met with the feeling of cold sheets. He opened his eyes, shielding them from the sun as he looked around the room. When he saw no sign of Maehera in the room, he quickly dressed and left the room.

He found her breaking her fast with his younger sister, whom he knew had come to admire the elder girl.

"Vis!" he heard Daenerys exclaim, waving him over. "Maehera was just telling me about Westeros and Kings Landing."

"And I was just about to tell her that it smells of shit," Maehera added, a slight laugh in her voice.

Viserys raised an eyebrow at Maehera's curse, as Maehera's lady laughed in the corner of the room. "I was unaware that the princess would be so unladylike as to swear," he said.

"I've been told you're no better than I am," Maehera replied before sipping her wine. Daenerys let out a small laugh before clapping a hand over her mouth.

"I highly fucking doubt that," Viserys said back, taking a seat at the table.

"We'll see about that," Maehera said.

Later that day, Viserys took Maehera for a walk around the manse gardens. There were many things that he noticed about her then; she loved the smell of flowers, especially that of white lilac. She had woven a crown of purple flowers before placing it on Viserys' head. He'd asked her why she'd given it to him, and she'd replied saying that she'd always done it for her nephews, which had annoyed Joffrey to no end. In return for the flower crown, he'd picked a bouquet of white lilac for her, to which she'd added asphodel. She'd then linked her arm through his before resting her head on his arm as they continued to walk through the gardens. For the rest of their time together in the gardens, Viserys couldn't help but feel a contentedness in his heart.

When he saw her arrive for dinner, she was wearing a large white lilac and asphodel crown. With a small smile on her face, she sat down next to him with Daenerys looking at the flower crown in curiosity.

"I saw Viserys walking around with one of those on earlier, but it was all purple," Daenerys said, her eyes still trained on the flowers atop her goodsister's head.

Maehera smiled at the young girl, "I made it for him. I thought it matched his eyes". Maehera's eyes jumped to Viserys' for a moment, a small speck of joy and happiness evident in them to the prince.

"What about yours? It doesn't match your eyes," Daenerys replied, her eyes jumping back and forth between the flowers and Maehera's lilac eyes.

"No, it's to symbolise something," the elder girl stated, taking off the crown to pass it to the young silver haired girl.

"To symbolise what?" Daenerys inquired, her violet eyes shining with curiosity as she examined the flowers, looking for any obvious symbols hidden within the flowers.

"The death of innocence."

woo. okay. can i just say that my bby viserys is probably the way he is in the books/tv/whatever because he grew up with a mad father for the earlier years of his life and no parents for the rest of it ?? i'm kinda targetting that for this but damn maehera that was blunt at the end.