Chapter 29:

Chapter 29:

Author Note: Here ya go!

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So far I'm ten chapters ahead! Chapter 38 /cornbringer

When Viserys said he wanted to proceed with the marriage immediately I did not expect to be so literal, we spoke about our pseudo alliance a week ago, and today was my wedding day, what a joy.

I wasn't particularly thrilled with the idea, I guess I'm still hang ups with the social spectrums of my first world, there is something about marrying so young, and marrying without any kind of love that makes it feel devoid of anything.

But I suppose it was a long time coming, though I originally expected to be marrying Sansa, after all while I didn't love her I was fond of her, but in the end it appears that wasn't meant to happen.

Now here I was getting ready for my big day, normally marriage customs in this world vary considerably between the lands, cultures and major faiths.

Considering I was from the north, but Daenerys was from the south, and taking note that I was now the lord of the iron islands it kinda left me with problems to pick the ceremony style.

For a South style wedding I would need the presence of particular sacred witnesses aka the septon mostly because the Faith of the Seven was the major religious cult in the south.

For a North style wedding I would need to marry in front of a heart tree to pay respect to the old gods.

Now for an Iron style wedding I would need a priest or priestess to pay our respects to the Drowned God while we said our vows.

What all these things have in common is that the wedding is followed by a feast, where the bride and groom aka me, eat, drink and dance with everyone.

Afterwards comes the tricky part, the bedding ceremony takes place, where the marriage is finally and absolutely consummated, or like some say babies are produced to ensure the family line.

So basically I was left with no other choice than to marry Daenerys in the Iron way and bed her.

But because we didn't have a priest that worshiped the drowned god, we had to get a red priest, the ones that worshiped the lord of light.

"Everything is ready," Illyrio said as I walked to seal my fate with a girl I only knew in books.

"Aye, let this wedding start," I smiled as I followed him.

After a second of silence, we joined our souls, our destinies with a kiss, sealing our fate with fire and ice.

The party started with all the invited people dancing, drinking and eating. I didn't know any of them except for my men, who were enjoying the feast to its fullest.

Every now and then, someone would come and present me or my wife a gift, Illyrio gave Daenerys a beautiful chest with extremely expensive jewelry, Viserys gave her sister a silver colored mare, that put me into alert mode, considering Drogo was the one to give that to her, did he contact the Khal? How else did he acquire such horse, I had no men to fight forty thousand DothrakI, were they here?

After a second of consideration I decided to ignore the obvious red flag for now, considering that the Dothraki were many things and had many skills, but subtlety was definitely not on their list, so if I didn't see them, is because they weren't here.

As people continue to come and go one among them caught my attention, he was looking at me with regret, it was someone I haven't seen in five years.

Jorah Mormont.

Anger I didn't know I had saved up against him was suddenly quite tangible, I wanted to kick him, beat him up, frankly I wanted to break him.

But not today, I had other problems today.

"So wife" I chuckled.

Daenerys turned her beautiful purple eyes to me and said, "Yes?"

"I know we are both in the unknown here, I hardly know you; and you hardly know me, but we can try to get to know each other?" I offered, this was bound to be harder for her than it was for me, by a big margin.

Daenerys gave me a look that said she didn't expect me to be so human as she said, "That would be nice,"

The party continued with Daenerys considerably less scared than she was before with the anticipation of how or who was I as a person, she certainly was feeling better, still full of doubt but at least now she didn't look like she was going to die at any given moment.

I for the other hand was showing a completely different face to what I actually felt, I was smiling on the outside, but inside my inner mini Ronards were having a mental breakdown.

Any time now I would have to bed her, and yes we were around the same age, and for me it was bad, but frankly at this point it wasn't so much that she was younger, it was that I didn't want to hurt her, to do something that would scar her.

"BEDDING CEREMONY!" My men shouted, and they really should thank God. I didn't have heat vision as a power or they would be long gone.

It didn't take much to make everyone start their chant, as they pushed us, gently into the room.

All I could think or process inside my mine as the door to our room drew closer was, 'Fuck'