[It had happened; the inevitable had happened. Before they could even clean up the Knight of Kisses blood on the hall's floor, Rhaenyra was standing in front of Laenor Valeryon. It was a rush, but something her father would not budge on, the ceremony happening at night with none of the pomp and circumstance that was expected of both their stations. Honestly she tried to push it off. The sounds of Laenor's understandable sobs did not help.
That had been done hours ago, being ushered to their new rooms that had to be hastily put together near a week earlier than expected. There are enough customs in Westerosi culture for weddings, but most of them were forgone that night to no one's surprise. In truth Rhaenyra has no desire when none of it really felt right between the two of them. She tries to comfort her new husband, of course not expecting anything-- even if they get to that part of the night, that is something they would need to discuss when the body of his lover is not so fresh. She does not know what to say, to excuse Criston Cole's actions and why he would do that.
Eventually Rhaenyra decides she needs to take a walk, saying that she needs to go to her old room, making some sort of excuse. From there she knows she can escape through the passage her uncle has shown her. So while Harwin does escort her, silently but still somewhat sadly, she closes the door to her old room, grabs a cloak herself, and heads out to the dank passageway. Part of her says she's looking for him, but she has no way of knowing if he's even in the castle at all or if Viserys was able to throw him out entirely.
She doesn't know how long it's been-- the cool air feeling better on her skin, though the reality of her situation sits no better with her now than it did earlier. In some ways she almost feels more trapped now. It is not the way she imagined her wedding night. She ends up far more down than she was intending, finding herself in the cellars of the Red Keep. She's a little surprised by it, but maybe something in her knew this would be the place to find him if he was going to be anywhere, without directly looking for him.
She comes into the large area, knowing where Balerion rested. It was a place she used to come to as a child. It always mesmerized her to think that her father got to ride on his great back when he was still a prince. As she steps forward, she can see another is drawn to the great beast, and she slowly pulls her hood to reveal who she is. There's a small smile on her lips despite looking so withdrawn, tired, and almost defeated over the course of the night's events. If only he had taken her words to heart, they could have already been on dragonback, far from here even though she knew her words were more taunts than a real plan. Still a girl could dream.
No words need to really be said. It's not a surprise she somehow found him here and now. Part of her is happy to see him though, even if she's not entirely sure what to say or what to do now. The last time she saw him alone plays in her mind. This is not how she expected to see him again either. It was inevitable though. She would marry, though he no longer had the excuse of his wife. Rhaenyra could have been his this night, but she's not in a mood to gloat. Instead her hands are behind her back.]
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That had been done hours ago, being ushered to their new rooms that had to be hastily put together near a week earlier than expected. There are enough customs in Westerosi culture for weddings, but most of them were forgone that night to no one's surprise. In truth Rhaenyra has no desire when none of it really felt right between the two of them. She tries to comfort her new husband, of course not expecting anything-- even if they get to that part of the night, that is something they would need to discuss when the body of his lover is not so fresh. She does not know what to say, to excuse Criston Cole's actions and why he would do that.
Eventually Rhaenyra decides she needs to take a walk, saying that she needs to go to her old room, making some sort of excuse. From there she knows she can escape through the passage her uncle has shown her. So while Harwin does escort her, silently but still somewhat sadly, she closes the door to her old room, grabs a cloak herself, and heads out to the dank passageway. Part of her says she's looking for him, but she has no way of knowing if he's even in the castle at all or if Viserys was able to throw him out entirely.
She doesn't know how long it's been-- the cool air feeling better on her skin, though the reality of her situation sits no better with her now than it did earlier. In some ways she almost feels more trapped now. It is not the way she imagined her wedding night. She ends up far more down than she was intending, finding herself in the cellars of the Red Keep. She's a little surprised by it, but maybe something in her knew this would be the place to find him if he was going to be anywhere, without directly looking for him.
She comes into the large area, knowing where Balerion rested. It was a place she used to come to as a child. It always mesmerized her to think that her father got to ride on his great back when he was still a prince. As she steps forward, she can see another is drawn to the great beast, and she slowly pulls her hood to reveal who she is. There's a small smile on her lips despite looking so withdrawn, tired, and almost defeated over the course of the night's events. If only he had taken her words to heart, they could have already been on dragonback, far from here even though she knew her words were more taunts than a real plan. Still a girl could dream.
No words need to really be said. It's not a surprise she somehow found him here and now. Part of her is happy to see him though, even if she's not entirely sure what to say or what to do now. The last time she saw him alone plays in her mind. This is not how she expected to see him again either. It was inevitable though. She would marry, though he no longer had the excuse of his wife. Rhaenyra could have been his this night, but she's not in a mood to gloat. Instead her hands are behind her back.]