We Bleed Silver(GOT/ASOIAF Fanfic)

Summerfield

The tolling of bells echoed across the construction site city, a clear announcement of the event all had been waiting for. Nearly every worker paused their labor, erupting into deafening cheers.

Among them was Tom, a blacksmith building a fence around his new home. Three months earlier, he had left King's Landing with his family, lured by the promise of better prospects in the Vaelarys lands. Zesar the Shadowweaver, an envoy of the Vaelarys family, had issued a recruitment call in the capital, offering higher wages and a resettlement stipend to skilled craftsmen.

Tom had been tempted. His daughter's health had been improving, but their financial state had worsened to the point of desperation. Confident in his craft, he believed he could pass the tests required to join the Vaelarys blacksmiths.

By the Seven's grace, he succeeded. He received the promised 25 silver stags, boarded a ship to Wineport, and joined other settlers heading to Summerfield. Upon arrival, his daughter received medical treatment at the Mother's Septry near the Summer Palace, administered by Maester Evens.

This practice of providing medical care to the people, initiated by Draezell's father, continued under the Vaelarys family. Students of Maester Visari and apprentices of Zesar the Shadowweaver, despite lacking official Citadel recognition, proved to be exceptionally skilled.

After months of care, Tom's daughter was fully healed. The blacksmith now felt immense gratitude toward his liege.

"Bless House Vaelarys!" Tom shouted alongside the jubilant townsfolk.

Above the city, Vermithor let out a resonant roar, soon joined by Silverwing and Caraxes. The Red Queen, Quicksilver, and Syrax added their voices to the chorus, while the lazy growl of Vhagar rumbled deeply, only rivaled by Vermithor's mighty call. Sunfyre's cry mingled with those of Vermax, Arrax, and Tyraxes, creating a symphony of dragon song.

Inside the grand hall, Draezell, clad in Valyrian steel armor befitting the "Dragonknight," stood beside his brother. Both awaited the arrival of the brides near the blazing central firepit.

"Brother, I'm a little nervous, to be honest," said Valar, shifting uneasily. The unique sensation of the Valyrian steel armor against his skin brought him a faint sense of clarity, a cool reprieve from his jitters.

"You drank my blood, didn't you?" Draezell asked in a low voice.

Valar nodded, indicating he had done as instructed, drinking the bloodwine laced with blood magic.

"Good." Draezell nodded approvingly. "Relax. We're having a blended wedding. Septon Corlan and Steward Yamor will officiate." He gave a sly smile. "I promise there won't be any wedding mischief."

"That's a relief." Valar straightened his back, readying himself to greet the brides.

Meanwhile, King Viserys was nearly dozing off in Draezell's Dragonglass Throne. He luxuriated in the seat's warmth, balanced by a refreshing coolness that soothed the unhealed wounds on his back.

Unlike the drowsy king, the princess and queen were lively and engaged. Princess Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon, goblets in hand, sat amidst the lords of the North and the Vale. Forrest Frey, his wife Sabitha Vypren, Samwell Blackwood, and Petyr Piper shared their table, drinking alongside the royal pair.

The princess also drew many nobles from the Crownlands and the Reach. Lord Thaddeus Rowan led a contingent of southern lords in paying their respects, while Boremund, Duke of Storm's End, joined in to toast Rhaenyra and Rhaenys.

At Queen Alicent's side were Lord Grover Tully, Lord Jason Lannister, Ser Borros Baratheon, and nearly all the Western lords. Hobert Hightower and a number of southern lords also mingled nearby.

Only "Sea Snake" Corlys Velaryon found himself isolated, seated among the Dornishmen and the envoys from across the Narrow Sea. The seasoned sailor's silver hair had grayed, and his sun-weathered skin spoke of decades at sea. After much hesitation, he finally joined his wife, Princess Rhaenys, at the table alongside the princess and prince.

Draezell, observing the clear divisions at his wedding feast, paid them little mind. Today was about his marriage.

The hall gleamed with silken banners in the Vaelarys signature silver and purple, draped over every surface. As musicians began a graceful tune, the crowd hushed.

Lynn and Aslan pushed open the grand doors. Lord Tarly and Lady Jenny led Diana into the hall, their hands guiding hers.

Septon Corlan, barefoot and clad in a simple gray robe, held the Seven-Pointed Star aloft as he followed behind the bride. Prince Jacaerys, Argo, Alan Tarly, and Hoffa carried the bride's train as she slowly approached the other side of the firepit.

The bride, adorned in a silver robe featuring the combined emblems of the Silver Dragon and the Hunter, slowly kneeled before her groom, who was clad in Valyrian steel armor. Draezell took the silver crown from the large-bearded steward, Yamor, and placed it on Diana's head.

"May the Seven witness," Septon Corlan fervently said, opening the Seven-Pointed Star and slowly reciting the Andalian marriage vows.

"May the Seven bless your union," Corlan concluded the lengthy ceremony. "May your offspring be numerous, and your vows eternal."

Yamor, the silver-haired steward, took over from the septon. Standing between the groom and bride, the long-winged dragon tattoo on his face shifted as if alive.

He began the second stage of the ceremony in High Valyrian.

"Fire and Blood forge an ancient bloodline, and today, this bloodline will be infused with new strength," the steward spoke slowly. "Draezell of House Vaelarys, shall use his pure silver blood to nourish the future of his house. He shall marry Lady Diana Tarly of the frontier, descendant of the ancient hunters."

Draezell performed a different custom; he did not cut his lips but instead sliced open his palm. Blood flowed freely as he used it to mark Diana's forehead with the ancient Valyrian words for "silver" and "blood." Diana, in turn, cut her palm and marked Draezell's forehead with the words "dragon" and "fire."

Their palms then tightly clasped, and as their blood fell into the firepit, the flames suddenly leapt higher.

Valar and Leyla repeated the same process. However, it was Arthor Celtigar who helped lift Leyla's gown, with Prince Lucerys and Ser Sebastian Pyrebane assisting.

"Fire and Blood entwined, vows everlasting," Yamor intoned, reciting a Valyrian poem as the music in the hall swelled.

King Viserys led the applause, and the hall erupted in cheers. Prince Aegon even stood on a table and let out a wild cry. Thankfully, Prince Aemond quickly pulled him down, avoiding a more ridiculous spectacle.

With the vows completed, the wedding feast was held by royal command.

After the banquet, the grand tournament was set to begin.