They had said the vows and everything, and now it was the feast.

Alysanne and Jaehaerys sat at the head of the table, with Baelon sitting where Aemon used to. Daemon, just fourteen and had claimed Caraxes as his dragon, sat next to Viserys.

Rhaella didn't have much of an appetite as she picked at her food. Rhaenys and Corlys, who had been convinced to come, sat with them, with Rhaenys sitting on her left and Viserys on her right.

"You should eat." Rhaenys murmured.

"With the bedding coming up and being humiliated, I don't want to throw up." Rhaella muttered.

"Father kept me from being humiliated, I'm sure Uncle Baelon will make sure you won't go through it as well." the only child of Aemon Targaryen said.

"I've been thinking of a betrothal." Rhaella said.

"Oh?" Rhaenys asked.

"If I have a son and you have another daughter who are of similar age, they could marry." the Skystrider explained. "Uniting the lines of our fathers before a civil war starts."

Rhaenys smiled. "I like that idea. When does Viserys intend to bed you?"

"When I am seventeen." Rhaella answered. "So I'll be eighteen when I give birth if we time it correctly."

Soon a drunk lord stood up. "The bedding! Maids to the prince, us lads, let's get the princess—"

Baelon stood up, strode over, and punched the lord. "No one is touching my daughter or son!" he snarled.

"Thank you Kepa." the Sky Dragon smiled.

Two knights of the Kingsguard calmly escorted Rhaella to the bed chamber where Viserys already was.

"Come on, let's make sure they believe I bed you." Viserys said with a kind smile.

Luckily and embarrassingly, her monthly cycle started right then and there.

Viserys politely turned around to give his sister privacy to strip out of her wedding gown, change into a new gown, and pad her undergarments before using some of the blood on the sheets.