DRAGONHEART.

She grew more and more antsy as the prayers and readings from the Seven-Pointed Star continued to be spoken by the septon. Rhianu had been prepared for the lengthy beginning of the ceremony but actually enduring it was a dull fate. The Faith of the Seven was not a religion that was compromised or hurried but all she desired was to set her ruby eyed stare onto her intended. Onto Rhaegar.

He would look handsome, she knew it. Crimson was his color and the formal attire of a marriage ceremony would fit his form perfectly.

Now if only the doors would open and she could make her way down the aisle, past the audience, and to where she rightfully deserved to stand beside him. Jaehaerys stood beside her, the very semblance of composure, while Rhianu practically bounced her weight from one foot to another in anticipation. He would be the man to present the Dornish girl to her betrothed, since her father wasn’t present in the country and she had expressed to elation to him of gaining a proper father. His frail hand reached for the tanned arm of the girl, looping around it to lead her to stand before the hulking set of doors.

Silence dominated the sept, doors swinging open to reveal the princess shrouded in a magnificent dress of white. Her stare did not meet the gaze of a single soul in the audience, her eyes settling upon the lumbering form of a man standing beside the sept. She was far away from Rhaegar but he would be able to detect the overwhelming adoration in her stare and the smile of euphoria placed on her plump limps. Jaehaerys kept their pace of progression down the aisle steady until they finally stood before the figures of the Father and the Mother. Silently, he presented Rhianu to his son and the sept.

Her heart felt as if it were going to leap out of her chest but she seemed to have inherit the king’s composure, standing beside her beloved with an unfaltering smile.

The sigil of House Martell was taken from her back, signifying her separation from the house of her birthright to allow her to join House Targaryen. As was portrayed by the draping of Rhaegar’s cloak, boasting the three headed dragon of his house, over her petite frame. Her smile only broadened, no words able to depict the sense of elation building within the viper who would soon become a dragon. Soon they would officially be wed before both gods and men.

Her hand was held out and securely grasped by her betrothed, her fingers twining through his immediately. “Cursed be he who seeks to tear them asunder,” the septon continued, shaky fingers of the elder wrapping a ribbon around their joined hands. Tying a firm knot out of the ribbon, he glanced at the couple then out to the audience before saying, "In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity.” His fingers only fumbling momentarily as he loosened the knot, causing Rhianu’s smile to somehow grow wider as she peeked over at Rhaegar.

They were officially joined for the rest of their lives, and whatever laid beyond the mortal realm.

Squeezing his hand, she wanted to lean over and place a tender kiss on his lips. But she needed to practice patience because that part of the ceremony would arrive soon enough. But not quickly enough for Rhianu, who direly wanted to proudly boast to the Seven Kingdoms that she was Rhianu Targaryen. Not Martell. She then refocused her attention onto to the septon, desiring to proceed to the next portion of the ceremony.

The septon then sagely commanded, "Look upon each other and say the words.” A soft exhale passed through her lips to ease herself of a bout of nervousness. The vows had taken the longest for her to commit memory even though it was plain enough, but she drew comfort from knowing Rhaegar would be reciting them with her. "Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger..." Immediately following the listing of the seven gods, Rhianu latched her adoring gaze onto the prince’s and fervently said, "I am his and he is mine. From this day, until the end of my days."