Once, Cersei would have been giddy at the prospect of the wedding now
being planned: she and Rhaegar Targaryen, the dragon prince she so admired
as a girl. That was before, though. They have survived a war now; Rhaegar has
lost a wife and two children; Cersei has abandoned childish dreams for a love
more potent and true -- and the object of her affections slaughtered the father
of her intended.
She cannot imagine it will be a typical arrangement. Not now. Not with
all they have lived through, all they have seen, all they have become. Still, there
is the throne to consider: she will be q u e e n, and that is worth the uncertainty
behind the marriage that will afford her the title.
After she attends the final fitting of the grand, ostentatious gown she will
wear when she is wed, she seeks out her betrothed to update him on the pro-
ceedings. It is a businesslike conversation, more akin to an alliance forming
than something that could become love. “My dress is finished,” she informs
Rhaegar upon finding him in the gardens of the Red Keep. “And it is very much
to my liking. I have my jewels and shoes set aside, as well, and a good idea of
how I shall wear my hair. My part in this planning is all but finished. How goes
the rest?”
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