The crown was hers to wear once more, and throne returned to rightful place beneath her hand. Love was hers, in the form of a red-haired wolf born in the rivers and given voice by the North. And now hand was to be hers as well. Hers to have and hers to keep. No tears left her eyes at such thoughts but her grin was bright and her eyes sparkling with joy. And to walk into her throne room at King’s Landing and see the crowds there, awaiting her and her lover, filled her heart with boundless joys.
And then Cat entered and she was breathtaking. The Tully born woman had worn Targaryen colors, as asked, and the Queen had never seen someone wear them so lovely before. Auburn hair fell over the red and black dress and those blue eyes sparkled with joy.
Cat was silent when they met and took her hand, but her eyes surveyed the Tully hues on Rhanerya’s frame and those sinful lips curled with delightful promise in praise of the blue and red gown she’d had made for this day. Smiles spread further and the future promised sweet kisses.
Their walk was slow; savoring time as their wedings before had not given them. But despite the slow walk, hand in hand, they were determined and sure. Equals here and to be shown so to all in moments. Words are spoken by both, by a man of the Old gods and of the new ones and then Rhanerya was watching as cloth was bound around their joined hands and words were asked of them.
"I wed thee," they spoke in unision, hands clasped and bound together by the small cloth. No House cloak adorned their shoulders but wed they were, Queen and Hand, unified in mind and body. A union of paper and of blood and of love.
The kiss took ages to occur to the two women who had waited an age for such love, but when it did, sweetness found their hearts aglow with passion and joy. She frees her hands as all but Cat, hers evermore, becomes all that she sees or feels, and reaches out to cup a beloved face with reverance. Another kiss steals breath and fills her with the taste of wife and heart.
”I love you, blue eyes,” she whispers against her mouth amongst the cheers of the crowd. “I shall cherish trout and wolf in my bed and heart till this body draws no further breath once more. When ashes claim me, I shall have you in me still.”
Cat’s lips are made sweeter by the brightness in those Tully hues and Rhaenyra cannot get enough of them. But she pulls back once more, only enough to speak, but far enough away that Cat scowls in annoyance, hands reaching for updone silver curls and tugging so that their mouths could meet once more. She allows the kiss, how could she not allow her heart to feel so full after a lifetime of pain and loss, but only for a few moments. She holds Cat still then, so she may speak to her, may pledge her heart once more.
"I do. I do. I do. More than anything in this second life, I do. Now let us live. Let this second life be sweet and long and may this death find me when I am old and within your arms."
"Lover, wife, life, may it be so."