addressed to : aeron greyjoy / @silverflcmes
“ aeron , ” maery calls out to her brother , having spent the greater part of twenty minutes parting the throngs of wedding - goers searching for one of her siblings , at a minimum . having three of them to choose from , she would have thought that the odds were in her favour . “ do you think the dornish musicians would know the rains of castamere ? ” she jokes , and it just that – a jest , for the wedding seems to be progressing wonderfully , its attendees unable to catch even a whiff of the former tension that had gripped the palace at sunspear in the preceding weeks . even maery could not say a word against the open air ballroom’s whimsical , lush decoration .
