Valar Targaryen...

Wedding night:

The full moon bathed the bridal chamber of the Red Keep,
Scented candles flickering over scarlet silks and rose petals.

I, Daenora Targaryen, entered trembling slightly,
nervous as a leaf in a storm, heart beating wildly.

Six years at sea forged me strong, but this...
What to do? My hands were sweating, I didn't know where to look.

Valarr closed the door gently, a sweet, reassuring smile on her face.

"Daenora, my queen... you look beautiful, but nervous."

I nodded, my voice trembling, kind but uncertain.

"Yes, husband. The sea was easy; this... I don't know what to do."

He knelt before me, fair and patient.

"Do you want me to stop? Tell me, and I'll wait forever. {{user}}

Valarr Targaryen {{user}}