𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘-𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 | Wedding chimes

{ Lyra }

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𝕷yra smoothed out her dress for the fifth time in as many minutes, her nerves starting to get the best of her as she stood alone. Arah had left moments earlier to stand with Tylar, Drew and Elia inside the Sept, and that did little to calm her nerves. She took another deep breath, spinning around as the door opened and Margaery slipped in to the room.

"Lyra," Margaery came to a stop, her eyes wide, as she looked up at the girl with wide eyes. "You look absolutely stunning. Oh, the king is not going to know what to do with himself."

Margaery grabbed the girl's hand, stopping Lyra from fretting too much.

"Are you nervous?"

"What gave it away?" The pair giggled together, as Margaery reached up to brush Lyra's hair back into place and straighten the tiara that lay on her head. "I'm just so scared that I'm going to fall, or make a fool of myself."

"Lyra, you're one of the most graceful people I know," Lyra smiled at the Tyrell woman. "There is no need for nerves. You are walking down that aisle to marry the love of your life. This is your day so make the most of it."

The bells began to toll above them, as Lyra wished for the strength of her parents and siblings to be with her.

"I should go," Lyra looked back at Margaery, who pressed a kiss to her cheek. "I will see you after the ceremony, Your Grace."

Margaery slipped from the room, with a teasing grin on her face, before Mace Tyrell entered. The old man smiled at the sight of her.

"They're ready for you, my Dear," He replied, holding out his arm for Lyra to hook hers through. She obliged, allowing him to lead her to the top of the steps, as the train of her gown dragged behind her.

They reached the door, and Lyra tightened the cloak on her shoulders, smoothing out the dress, that sparkled as it caught the sun, and straightened her tiara once more.

"Are you ready?" He asked, as the doors began to open.

"I think so," Lyra replied, smiling up at the man before she faced the opening doors once more.

The aisle was lined with courtiers, all dressed up in their finery, though Lyra paid them little heed for they meant nothing to her. Instead, she chose to focus on her friends and family that all stood near to the steps.

Sansa was stood next to Tyrion, tears in her eyes, as she watched Lyra with a smile. The elder Stark girl winked over at her, before looking forward once more to make sure she didn't trip. Arah, Tylar and Drew stood on the parapet above the floor of the Sept, Elia by their side, as they grinned at her, whilst the remainder of the Tyrell family stood on the left hand side.

Taking a deep breath, Lyra looked up at the top of the first set of stairs, where Joffrey stood, waiting for her, and she felt her heart stop at the sight of him. Her soon to be husband was dressed in his customary robes, a golden sash slung over his shoulder, the same colour as the Baratheon cloak on his back. The crown glimmered in his hair, and Lyra gulped, before grinning.

His eyes were wide in shock, and he seemed to be taking her in, before the small half smile that she was so used to, appeared on his face.

Mace released her hand, bowing to Joffrey, and Lyra took the final few stairs on her own, reaching up to entwine their arms together, before the couple made their final ascent together. Joffrey's hand was tight around Lyra's, reminding her that he was with her, before they came to a stop in front of the High Septon.

"Your Grace, you may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection," Lyra twisted around, allowing Joffrey to pull the Stark cloak from her shoulders. It dropped to the floor with a thud, and Lyra shivered as it went, though that stopped as the heavy weight of the Baratheon cloak was placed over her shoulders.

"My Lords, my Ladies, we stand here in the sight of gods and men to witness the union of man and wife. One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever," The High Septon announced, as Lyra twisted back around to face her soon to be husband, threading her hand back through his. He sent her the small smile, that he reserved for her, squeezing gently. 

The High Septon began to tie a ribbon around their hands, speaking all the while, though Lyra only had eyes for her husband.

"Let it be known that Lyra, of House Stark, and Joffrey, of the houses Lannister and Baratheon, are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder," He pulled the ribbon loose, as Lyra beamed at her now husband. "Look upon one and other and say the words."

"Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger. I am his, and he is mine," Lyra recited, Joffrey's deeper voice mixing with hers as they gazed at one and other. From the corner of her eyes, Lyra could make out Sansa's wide smile, and that in turn brought her some joy. She raised an eyebrow at Joffrey, as he sent her another smile.

"With this kiss, I pledge my love," Lyra's heart fluttered in her chest, as Joffrey pulled her closer and rested his hand on her cheek. Standing up on to the tips of her toes, Lyra pressed her lips to Joffrey's, holding onto the front of his jacket for balance. 

Cheers came from around them, but Lyra could only bring herself to focus on the feeling of Joffrey's lips on hers, and placing all the adoration that she had for him back into the kiss. Finally, he pulled away, though he kept his hands on her face.

"Hello wife," She smiled up at him, as he entwined their fingers together, and pulled her closer. 

"Hello husband," Joffrey may not have shown all of his emotions on his face, but his eyes told a different story, and Lyra knew all that he wanted to say to her just by looking into them. He huffed, before wrapping their hands together, and leading her down the stairs to the cheers of the crowd around them.

Sansa was wiping away tears from the corner of her eye, as Lyra beamed over at her, happy that at least one small part of her family was here to see her married.

Walking up the steps to the exit, Lyra turned as she heard feet pattering, as Drew ran to them, Tylar and Arah behind him.

"Lyra!" She beamed, as he collided into her side, hugging her tightly. "Congratulations!"

"Thank you, Drew," He nodded, before seeming to remember something, and pulling a small bouquet of white lilies to hand to her. 

"I got these for you," Lyra grinned plucking the flowers from Drew's grip and holding onto them tightly, as Arah quickly arranged the train of her gown and her tiara, before the doors began to open.

"Thank you, Drew. I love them," She replied, before Tylar quickly pulled him back, as the sound of cheers hit their ears from outside. 

"We'll see you at the feast," She nodded, as Arah returned to Tylar's side, and the trio shot her a grin. Joffrey looked over at her, having finished speaking to his brother, before leading her out into the square.

Thousands seemed to have gathered below them, cheering and waving flags, as Lyra waved to them with Joffrey. 

"They're all here to see how stunning you look, My Love," Lyra turned back to him at the new nickname, her smile softening, as she leaned up to press a kiss to his cheeks. 

"They're here to see the both of us, Joff," He smiled down at her once more, as their horses were brought over to them. Blanche pranced around in excitement, as Elia made an appearance. Lyra smiled at her two companions, who had been with her since the start, before she felt hands on her waist. 

Looking back at Joffrey, she smiled as he lifted her up on to the horse with ease, making sure that she was seated comfortably, before volting onto his own horse. Members of the King's Guard had also appeared, forming a barrier through the crowd, as Joffrey brought his horse closer to Lyra.

"Come, My Love," She struggled to hear him over the crowd, leaning closer for him to speak into her ear. "It's time for the main event." 

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The feast was a plethora of colors and scents; masses of benches lining the courtyards, performers and entertainers walking around and hundreds of guests eating and chatting. At the central table, Joffrey and Lyra sat next to one and other, watching the performers with one eye, as they spoke to one and other in hushed tones.

"So, have you decided if you will run away after the food?" Lyra smiled at her husband's words, squeezing his hand tightly.

"I think I might stay," She giggled, feeding Elia another piece of chicken as she avoided Cersei's disapproving stare. 

"Why?"

"The kiss convinced me," His eyes softened, as he stroked Elia's head beneath the table, as yet another band played the Rains of Castamere. "This song does not seem like one to be sang at weddings."

"It's a Lannister song, they're trying to appease me," Joffrey replied, sending her a bored look, as she smiled. 

"Are you appeased?" He raised an eyebrow at her, before smiling and pulling her closer to his side.

"You are with me, so I am," Lyra's grin grew wider, and she wasn't sure that it would disappear for days. She was simply too happy.

"You look exquisite, my Dear," Olenna complemented Lyra, as the young queen turned to look at her. "You as well, child. Though the wind has been at you." 

Sansa looked up at the older woman in awe as Olenna began to fiddle with Sansa's hair and necklace. The younger Stark girl was sitting to Lyra's right, watching the celebrations with wide eyes, though she stopped at Olenna's words.

"I haven't had the opportunity to tell you, how sorry I am to hear about your mother. War is war, but killing someone at a wedding," Olenna told the two, patting Sansa's hand sympathetically. "Horrid. What sort of monster would do such a thing? As if men need more reason to fear marriage."

"My lady, my Lady, Your Grace," Tyrion said as he came to take a seat on the other side of Sansa, nodding in Lyra and Olenna's direction.

"Lord Tyrion. You see, not as bad as all that. Perhaps if your pauper husband were to sell his mule and his last pair of shoes, he might be able to afford to bring you to Highgarden for a visit now that peace has come and all is right in the world. It will do you good to see some of it. You must excuse me, it's time I ate some of this food that I helped to pay for."

With that Olenna returned back to her seat, and Lyra turned to Sansa with a smile.

"You should try the pork pie. It's a Northern recipe," Lyra murmured as Sansa's face lit up.

"Really? But, how did...?" She trailed off, as Lyra nodded back at Joffrey. "I thought the Queen Mother did not approve of having anything Northern related at the wedding."

"She did not," Lyra replied, placing a piece of pork pie onto her plate as Sansa did the same. "But she is not the king."

Sansa grinned, taking a bite of the pie as Lyra did the same. It tasted of home, and reminded her of her times at Winterfell, with her siblings and parents, sitting around the table and eating together.

"It almost feels like home," Sansa murmured, looking over at Lyra with sad eyes. "I'm glad that we could have it."

"So am I," Joffrey squeezed Lyra's hand, as she spun back around to face her husband. "What is it?"

"It's time to make the announcement," He whispered, helping Lyra to her feet as the crowd quietened down once more.

"My Lords and Ladies, the queen would like to say a few words," Joffrey called, motioning for Lyra to take the floor as the crowd cheered. 

"We are so fortunate to enjoy this marvelous food and drink on this occasion. Not all of us among us are so lucky. To thank the gods for bringing the recent war to a just end, King Joffrey has decreed that the leftovers from our feast, be given to the poorest in our city," The cheers got louder, as Lyra finished her speech, and she could make out Drew and Arah grinning in the crowd.

Lyra sat back down by her husband, as Margaery caught her eye. She raised an eyebrow, before motioning over in another direction. Lyra's eyebrows furrowed, before she saw Grand Maester Pycelle and Cersei speaking.

"Give me a moment, Joff," He looked up at her, nodding his head, as she stepped away from his side, and swept down the steps to where the Grand Maester and her new mother-by-law were arguing.

"Your Grace," Pycelle began. "Queen Lyra..."

"The Queen is telling you the leftovers will feed the dogs or you will," Cersei growled, as Lyra raised an unamused eyebrows. The woman was so discontent with her loss of power that she was trying to undermine Lyra's authority.

"I do not believe that I said such a thing, Queen Mother," Cersei froze, turning slowly to face Lyra, who kept a pleasant smile on her face. "Grand Maester, please enjoy the feast, but stay away from the women."

Pycelle hissed, bowing, before wobbling away, as Lyra turned back to Cersei.

"Cersei, I would like to remind you that I am acting as Queen now. It would not look well on the family for us to seem so divided," Lyra plastered on a sickly sweet smile at the older lioness, daring her to try and make a scene in front of everyone.

"My apologies, Your Grace, I must have misheard you," Cersei replied, before storming past her and back towards her seat, Lyra following shortly after so that she could continue her conversation with Margaery, who had watched the entire exchange with an amused smile.

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Mace's speech came to an end and was met with raucous applause, as Olenna squeezed Lyra's hand. She smiled, feeling a small vial in the palm of her hand, which she slipped into Joffrey's. He nodded, as the plan was finally set into motion.

"I do believe that it's time for the pie!" Lyra called, to distract everyone from what Joffrey was doing. It worked, as almost immediately everyone turned to where the pie was being wheeled out. Joffrey quickly slipped the poison into the wine, before standing to lead Lyra round to the front of the table. 

She smiled, as the pie came to a stop in front of them. Joffrey's manservant, Rolan, handed him his sword to slice the pie open. Joffrey waited for the crowd to quieten down, before slicing the pie open swiftly, causing a burst of white doves to flutter out the top as the crowd gasped.

Placing some of the pie onto the plate, Joffrey walked back up to his wife, and let her have a bite of it. Lyra smiled as she tasted it, watching as Joffrey ate some and then grabbed his wine glass from the table.

Tapping her fingers on the table, Lyra watched as Elia perked up and looked at Lyra. She stared at the cup, hoping and praying that the wolf would remember the command and knock the cup from Joffrey's hand.

"This is good pie," Lyra stated, as Joffrey brought the drink to his lips. Immediately, Elia was on her feet, knocking the cup from the young king's hand, and watching as it spilled all over the floor. The wolf growled, all of the fur on the back of her neck standing up.

"What is it?" Joffrey asked Lyra, reaching down to pick the glass up once more, but Elia knocked it away from him once more. "My Love, what's going on?"

Tylar had appeared beside them, his eyebrow's furrowed in confusion, as Lyra picked the glass up cautiously, before willing her eyes to widen in fear.

"Poison. There's poison in that wine!" She threw the glass onto the ground, stumbling away from it as if it scalded her. Tylar grabbed her arm, as the crowd was thrown into uproar.

"Someone tried to poison my wife and I at our own wedding!" He thundered, his voice dropping as he called over the panicking crowd."Someone tried to kill us! Find them, now!"  

His words worked to stir the crowd into even more chaos and Lyra nodded along, trying her best to look frightened, as the crowd fell further into hysterics.

"Find the man who tried to kill me," Joffrey thundered, Elia growling and barking loudly at the guards, who scrabbled away from her. Lyra turned to Sansa, as Tylar stepped in front of them, her eyes wide.

"It's time for you to go, Little One," Sansa began to shake her head, looking around at everything and wondering how this had all happened.

"No, but..."

"I will be safe now, but you must leave," Sansa faltered, as Lyra gave her a gentle shove in the direction of Dontos. "Now!"

Sansa rushed off in the confusion, as Tylar gently pushed Lyra back to Joffrey's side. She latched onto his side, as he pulled her closer to him and pressed a kiss to her forehead. He knew just how hard it was for her to let Sansa leave.

"He did this," The couple looked up at Cersei, who was pointing at Tyrion, contempt clear in her eyes. "He tried to poison my son, you're king. Take him, take him, take him. Take him!"

Cersei was still screaming in Tyrion's direction as Lyra and Joffrey stood together, both of them speechless. This wasn't the outcome that they had expected and it seemed that both of them had underestimated Cersei's hatred for her younger brother. Elia circled around Lyra's legs, leaning into her side, as she fed the wolf a large bit of pork as a well done.

"Where is his wife? Where's Sansa?" Lyra heard Cersei ask and she realized that neither of them could play for time anymore. Sansa and Dontos needed to leave quickly, otherwise they would never escape the harbor.

"Find her," Tywin called. "Bar the gates of the city, seize every ship in the harbor."

"Where is she?" Cersei screeched, turning to glare daggers at Lyra, but Joffrey stepped in front of her, daring his mother to accuse his wife.

"No one leaves the capital," Tywin thundered as guards began to run out into the streets to find the amber-haired Stark girl. 

"Are you okay, Joff?" Lyra whispered, touching his arm, as they watched his murderous mother and grandfather. "You didn't drink any of it, did you?"

"No, my Love. Elia knocked it out of my hands before a drop could touch my lips. She knew." Joffrey replied, placing a kiss on her forehead before they turned back to watch the scene. "I don't think you'll be able to sneak away after the food."

Hiya,

This is my absolute favorite chapter ever cause Lyrey is finally married and that's amazing. Also, that piece of music with their wedding makes me emotional for some reason. It's called, who is she by Patrick Doyle and it's what I would imagine Lyra and Joffrey's theme to be. Drew is adorable, Elia is such a good doggo, and Joffrey and Lyra are legit too cute.

Let me know what you thought of their wedding, and Lyra and Joffrey.

Love Li xx