Learning to Fly [Closed]

Cayra was relaxing on the front steps of the palace which had become her home over the last few years, basking in the sun. She came out here when she needed to get away from the stress of what was going on inside. Inside they were preparing for her best friends wedding to a man neither of them had met. She was in a constant state of anxiety, worrying about the fact that the union had been arranged by Daenerys older brother Viserys. She knew that this union was more than likely only designed to benefit him. And selfishly she worried about all the alone time her and Viserys would have together after Danni was married. Perhaps he would send her away in exchange for money, or prostitute her out, she had no idea what to expect. And yet, she hated herself for the feelings she still had for him. She had known him since childhood and he wasn't always this power-hungry man that he had become. She held onto hope that some part of the old him remained.

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Ramsay faced himself in the mirror, a sinister grin spread across his face. He was finishing preparing himself for the wedding that was about to take place. This wedding, just like everything else in his life, all served a purpose. There was no doubt that the Targaryen girl was beautiful, physically he had nothing to complain about with the union. He chuckled to himself thinking, "the wedding night is sure to be pleasant." He looked forward to it very much. But beyond that he looked forward to the statement marrying a Targaryen, especially one in league with the Starks, would have on his image. Yes. There were really no downfalls to what was about to transpire. With a few final adjustments he took one more long look at himself, and satisfied with his appearance he turned and headed outside to get married.

@ varkatzas.

(I'm not going to bring Vic in right away, I hope that's okay. Just because I don't think they'd spend time together until Dany is gone. If you want me to change it, just let me know!)

Daenerys couldn't deny that she was absolutely terrified when it came right down to it. She had no idea what was going to happen the moment that she left the palace that she had called home for the past few years. Clearing her throat, she turned away from the maids that were intent on rushing to and fro for each and every one of her wants or needs. Dany hated that she lived such a life - she didn't want to be waited on hand and food. She was capable of bathing by herself and she was capable of dressing by herself but little else for she had never really been allowed to learn much else. Sighing, she managed to slip outside seemingly without being noticed. Spotting Cayra, Dany smiled a bit as she neared the other girl. She lifted up her dress enough to lower herself to the ground beside Cayra. "I hope to be able to visit often. I will miss you," she spoke quietly, almost too quiet as if she was afraid to be too loud. Should the universe hear her worries, perhaps Dany would never return here.

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Rhaella was perfectly content with her life at the moment. She had no way of knowing the monster that she soon would be married to. While her brother and mother were off fighting a war with the South, she had been left in charge of the dwindling forces at Winterfell. Theon's army had been little match for them and she had surrendered easily enough but not before making sure her two little brothers managed to escape. Ramsay had ridden in to rescue her shortly after and he had been nothing more than a gentleman since. Sure, she had been nervous because of the tales that she had heard, but Ramsay had seemingly proved her wrong. Smoothing down her dress, Rhaella followed after the servant who had helped her prepare for the evening. Taking a deep breathe, she thanked the woman before taking her first few steps into the grande hall. Gripping flowers in her hands, Rhaella's face broke into a broad smile as her eyes connected with Ramsay's.