The wedding had been a strange affair; nothing that would be expected for the marriage of the first-born child of a queen. The nuptials were not held in the Great Sept, with hundreds of guests from across the length and breadth of Westeros, to wish the happy couple, well. She had not been led to her husband to be, by a proud and regal father. She had not had the crowd cheer, as the vows had been exchanged and their hands bound; nor as the Lannister cloak had been placed around her shoulders. No; it had just been her, Tyland, the Septon, her mother and grandfather, and Ser Cole. Her mother's lapdog Kingsguard probably there just to make sure that she did not run away. That she did not race to the harbour and jump aboard any ship that would take her across the Narrow Sea.

And after, there had been no celebration. There had been no dancing, singing, just..........nothing. Yet she was still a married woman, even if there had been no pomp and ceremony; and now all she could do was stand there and let her maids remove her wedding gown and prepare her for her husband to arrive.

"You look so beautiful, my lady........." Evelyne cooed, as she and the others helped the princess on with the thin night gown that hung from her shoulders.

"Ser Tyland is a very luck man." The older maid continued, as her long fingers delicately began to undo the intricate braids that had been placed in her long pale hair for the wedding. Lina dabbing her with perfume, as the others turned down the bed and made it ready for the wedding night.

"Do you think he will be kind. That he will not make it hurt too much......?" (Y/n) suddenly asked. Evelyne and Lina looking at one another.

"I am sure that he will treat you well, princess. If he does not, he is a fool, and he forgets that you are a dragon. As for the pain....... the first sting will only hurt for a few moments, then your body will grow accustomed to his. And if he knows what he is doing; if he knows how to please a woman properly, then you will want him to be with you. You will come to ache for his touch and desire him to be inside you." Evelyne explained, as she finished with her mistress's hair. A sudden knock at the door, sending the other women in the room scurrying; any finishing touches to the room or princess being done, before the door was opened to reveal Ser Tyland. The maid's curtsying as the lion entered the room. The younger Lannister not seeming to notice their presence, as his eyes solely focused on his new wife.

"Ser Ty..............husband..........You may leave us now......." (Y/n) greeted, before turning to her maids. All of them nodding, and Evelyne placing a kiss to her temple, before they made their way out of the room and closed the door behind them.

"You.........you are perfect." Tyland began, as he took a few steps closer. (Y/n) smiling as she looked up at him; doing her best to not look as nervous as she felt.

In her mind, things.......the first time, would have at least been with someone she knew more about, that she had spent some time with. Though the notion of love, which others might think of first in these matters, well, that seemed to be a foreign concept as far as her family was concerned. (Y/n) knew that her mother had never loved her father; that Helaena did not love Aegon, that the only thing that her grandfather loved was the power and prestige that came from his position; that came from having his daughter as queen. So, why should she be any different? Why should she have what so many others didn't. But still, she strangely found herself hoping for it. That over time, she may come to have real feelings for the man that she had just married; and he for her.

"Thank you..............Tyland." (Y/n) replied. The breath catching in her throat, as he moved to stand in front of her, before carefully placing his hands on her shoulders.

"May I..........may I see you?" He continued. His hands slowly pushing the night gown from her shoulders and letting the thin material pool around her feet, as she nodded. His heart beating rapidly as he finally got to lay his eyes of his new bride in all her glory. The lion dropping to his knees and wrapping his arms around her; his head resting against her stomach.

"I promise to love you. To never make you regret agreeing to this marriage. And I will do all I can to prove you can love me........." Tyland said, before she felt his lips kiss across her stomach. A gasp leaving her lips, as his hand moved up between the inside of her legs, before carefully nudging them apart. Her hand gripping at his hair, as he moved to nestle his face in the curls that sat between her thighs; her head dropping back, as she felt his warm wet tongue begin to tease her womanhood.