Daemon Targaryen ꧂

And here he was. At the altar. again. With the bride he didn't chose. again.

The Lady Viserys chose for him as a wife after Rhae's death was standing now right in front of him. With the veil covering her face. And Daemon had doubts that he will like what he'll see under that white fabric, it was a political match after all, he doubted that Viserys was concerned about girl be beautiful. But Daemon anyway proclaimed vows with her, covered her with a cloak of his house red and black by Westeros wedding traditions. And now came that moment when he should took off veil and kiss his new wife. Daemon sigh and reached for the veil moving it away from her face not expecting anything but his brows rise in surprise and murmur "seven hells." left his mouth earning him a glare from septon. She was beatiful, georgeous enough for him to start a war or proclaimed a piece for that lethal face. Smirk tugged Daemon's lips. She would do.