#throneswedding

it’s a festive event, two dornish weddings, people dressed their best, food and drinks abundant, and two happy couples he has the pleasure of knowing. oberyn has made an effort to remain on his best behavior, even going as far as to dress down for the occasion. it’s a rare showing of self control, something many assume he couldn’t possibly possess. as oberyn watches the dance floor, surprisingly without a partner for himself, he can’t help but focus on the swirl of emotions inside of him. his eyes are drawn to alyse and ryon, the way they watch one another and the love you could practically feel rolling right off of them, and then to natari and trystan, gods his brother is a lucky man. it’s everything he’s ever wanted for his siblings, to marry for love. “they look so happy, don’t they?” he finds himself musing out loud to the nearest person to him.

a  woman  of  many  titles,  most  importantly  one  of  the  day’s  brides,  the  former  princess  of  the  northern  kingdom  &  the  new  lady  of  godsgrace  is  adorned  in  an  extravagant,  beaded,  white  paolo  sebastian  gown  with  a  plunging  neckline,  her  hair  sits  in  a  updo  with  more  pins  than  she  could  ever  bother  to  find  again  &  a  handful  of  loose  curls  framing  her  face,  &  a  delicate  pearl  choker  to  match  the  quaint  pearl  tiara  that  she  wears.  the  most  important  parts  of  her  ensemble  are  allyrion  wedding  band  with  red  stone  and  small  hands  of  their  sigil  &  a  smile  brighter  than  the  sun.

the stark princess has opted to wear black to not only represent the house stark but as well to continue to keep representing the loss of her brother and uncle. however she has been persuaded by her closest companions and seamstress to step out of her comfort zone to wear a more revealing and youthful dress to accentuate both her figure and her age. from the front you can appreciate the dainty tiara of her family and from behind her hear is adorned by gold star pins.  

for the wedding of princess alyse, selina wears a gown of black velvet and white lacework to look like snow as a little nod to the north as well as to show that her alliance with the starks still stands strong. for prince trustane’s wedding, she changes into a deep red velvet gown with thousands of gemstones adorning it and remains in that outfit for the remainder of the night. both gowns only have one sleeve as lina is a fashion bitch and is constantly trying new styles. her hair is very this and ofc she has her crown on.

“SO!” was his loud and jovial greeting as Roland clapped a hand over Warik’s shoulder as the younger man’s dancing feet came to a rest next to the taller male.  “Please tell me that your wedding will be as grand as this one, or hells, even more awe-inducing. Because no way can we let the Targs show us up, eh?... By the way, you look as though you have not been drinking enough , brother, come,” he gestured invitingly after he had swiftly picked off two goblets of wine from a passing waiter and presented one to Warik. 

she’d been fidgeting all day in her dress, hardly the picture of grace and confidence zara aspired to be. she’d managed to steal away whenever something in her attire bothered her, hiding as she shifted the dress or the tiara atop her head. which is exactly what she’d been doing, hidden off in an alcove where you could barely hear the music and chattering of the reception guests. with a quick shift, the dress is righted once more and zara moves to return to the festivities when she hears footsteps. “this hiding spot is taken, i’m afraid. though i suppose i could let you have it.” the princess says as if she wasn’t just leaving.

the  second  of  the  day’s  brides,  the  former  lady  of  skyreach  &  the  new  princess  of  dorne  is  adorned  in  a  gorgeous  golden  embellished  abhinav  mishra  lehenga  set  with  a  embroidered  mirror  details,  she  opted  to  leave  her  hair  down  &  in  curls  along  her  back,  &  though  hidden  beneath  her  lehenga,  she  does  sport  a  golden  heel  with  golden  details  climbing  the  length  of  her  leg  as  further  homage  to  house  martell,  &  a  small  charm  on  a  chain  on  her  wrist  of  a  hawk  gifted  to  her  by  her  mother.  a  very  radiant  bride  indeed,  with  her  bright  smile,  even  such  an  occasion  doesn’t  dull  the  spark  she’d  never  once  quieted  for  anyone.  and  especially  not  as  a  princess.