In the Shadow of Dragons Chapter 8 The Fourteenth Night, a Harry Potter A song of Ice and Fire Crossover fanfic. Minimal changes to this one aside from a little interaction with Aegon and a few subtle hints. Questions can be directed to this storys forum. Find the link on my profile. Harry and Aegons name day celebrations started with thirteen days of tourneys and thirteen nights of feasting. In all his years as King it was the largest event Rhaegar had yet ordered. After admitting that he had averaged a 50 percent effort level over the course. If I ever get the chance to. Les Paul guitars are used all over the world by both novice and professional guitarists. A lessexpensive version of the Les Paul. Guests poured into Kings Landing from all across the Seven Kingdoms and the Free Cities. Gifts were imported from lands as far as Yi Ti and the Summer Isles. The procession of presents began on the first night. From the minor lords and knights Harry and Aegon received simple gifts daggers, spices, silver trinkets, and the like. Vernon and Petunia still would have bankrupted themselves in trying to provide such gifts to Dudley. The quality and quantity of the gifts escalated each subsequent night. On the thirteenth day of celebrations, Harry knelt before his father to be crowned Prince of the Whispers. I/817lsH%2BbUzL._SY355_.jpg' alt='Hi-Def Quality Getting Over Him In Eight Songs Or Less ' title='Hi-Def Quality Getting Over Him In Eight Songs Or Less ' />In turn the lords and knights of Crackclaw Point knelt before him to swear their fealty. Many of his grandest gifts that night were intended for his new holdfast casks of Arbor gold and other vintages, luxurious tapestries, a four poster bed carved from ebony and rich red oak. His gifts were greater than those of Aegons. Arsenio Lascaris presented his gifts alongside those of the Lords Paramount. They were of the Essosi style, but no less valuable. Even as he offered up enough to furnish half of the Whispers, he warmly assured Harry he would supply the other half awaited his wedding day. Irennas earliest gifts had been tomes of dragonlore that dated to the days of the Freehold. Only after Harry was presented with her final gift, a great lacquered saddle for Hedwig, did he learn the saddle had a matching bridle. Irenna and her father had learned too late that dragons were not ridden like horses. Harry was bemused at just how many of his and Aegons gifts had been intended for their dragons. His holdfast had received entire herds of pigs and cattle to sustain Hedwing. His new vassals had pledged acres of nearby forests to serve as her hunting grounds. Less informed lords had sent treasures to adorn Hedwigs new hoard like she was one of the talking dragons from the old Westerosi fairy tales. Hedwig prized roasted pork over gold and silver. Harry supposed he could sell off the extra gold to start acquiring dragons of a different kind. Aegon had been easy to find gifts for a new cyvasse set, a courser and a fine falcon for when he preferred to hunt, exotic swords and knives. On the thirteenth night Harry presented him a dark gray blade veined in black. Qohorik smiths are said to be unmatched, Harry said as Aegon examined the sword. It may not be Valyrian steel, but it is crafted to resist shattering and hold a sharper edge. I hope it will suffice until you are granted Darkfyre. It is a fine blade, brother, nearly the colors of my personal sigil. He seemed almost when he turned presented Harry his sword. Aside from the dragon shaped handle, the sword was mundane. Harry thanked Aegon all the same. The steel was solidly crafted and its weight balanced. The fourteenth and final day of festivities fell upon his actual name day. Harry dressed in his finest and most uncomfortable doublet and breeches. He expected no special attention. When Rhaenys walked down the aisle of the Great Sept of Baelor, Harry struggled to keep his face neutral. To the rest of the world, Rhaenys was over a year older than him. Harry had always seen her as his little sister. She was only fifteen, after all, and lived a far more sheltered life than hed had as the Boy Who Lived. By the standards of this world, she had been considered eligible for marriage since her first flowering two years ago. In her gown of red and black, Rhaenys appeared a younger version of the mother Harry had only seen in portraits. Rhaenys looked far more radiant, for her smile could have lit up the night sky. Animal Farm Movie Out. Aegon maintained his composure but nothing could dim the light in his eyes. Or the eagerness. Rhaenys and Aegon had always been close. Over the past two years, Harry had watched their innocent love morph into amorous infatuation. Watching them moon eyes and shy smiles across the table had been even unbearable than enduring a second puberty. At least theyre not being dragged into marriage kicking and screaming, Harry reminded himself. This is their happily ever after. Harry couldnt bring himself to smile when Aegon replaced Rhaenys cloak with one bearing his personal arms, a single headed black dragon against a storm gray background. At least he kept his face relatively pleasant. Lya dabbed at tears that were more sorrowful than joyous. Jon couldnt stop fidgeting. In her tight corset Visenya radiated misery. Melisandre and her acolytes burned holes into the High Septons white robes. Officially Rhaegar and his children followed only the Faith of the Seven. The High Septon was a kind and doddering old man who said nothing about the Kings master of whispers being a woman who proudly declared herself a Slave of Rhllor. Aegons most trusted protector and advisor. Rhaenys both lit candles to the Seven alongside Rhaella and accompanied Aegon to Melisandres meetings, but refused to dirty her skirts in the godswood. Jon was happiest kneeling in the dirt alongside his mother. Visenya cared for nothing beyond Lycaon. Harry only entered a place of worship whenever it was requested of him. He tried not to think about the Thing or the other terrible sounds in the mist when he did so. If powers like the old gods or the new gods or even Rhllor existed, he had never seen them before. Finally, Visenya exclaimed when the ceremony concluded. Her voice was barely audible over the cheers of the crowd. Harry rubbed the white marble of his ring. Irenna Lascaris was a near stranger and seven years his senior, but she was neither his sister nor a girl barely flowered. Visenyas latest betrothed had been some sickly little lord. A raven bearing news of his death had reached Kings Landing but a week before. Harry Potters dance with Parvati Patil at the Yule Ball had been disastrous. When Harry Targaryen had started dancing lessons, his grandmother had not allowed him to leave the Queens Ballroom until his instructor had grudgingly deemed him adequate. The whole realm was in attendance for the largest wedding of the decade. Practically every lady desired a dance with the King and all three of his sons. Never before had he been so grateful dancing was a basic requirement of a royal education. His first dance of the night was with his betrothed. Out of her voluminous robes, Irenna moved like water, even if she did hesitate over certain steps. Harry concentrated on guiding her through the unfamiliar dance. Aegon might have been undergoing a growth spurt, but Harrys current line of sight brought him to Irennas bust line. He refused to let his eyes stray below her face and survived the first dance with his future wife with no perverted glances or trod upon toes. When the first song flowed to the second, he and Aegon fluidly exchanged partners. Well, that went better than I expected it to, he muttered. Rhaenys giggled. For a while, he could just pretend this was a normal dance with his sister for a normal celebration. Only at the end of the song was he able to muster the courage to lie through his teeth and add, Congratulations, Rhae. Im happy for you and Aegon. His sister smiled and pressed him a chaste kiss on the cheek. Harry couldnt entirely hide his shudder, but Rhaenys was already being swept away by their father and did not notice. Dany came into his arms next. How was your lion cubDanys nose wrinkled. A decent enough dancer, for being a statue. If Draco Malfoy had also been reborn in this world, it had been as Tysan Lannister. His golden hair and crimson doublet made him easy to spot. Search for definitions hi def. Sparks. Sparks is an American band formed in Los Angeles in 1. Ron and Russell Mael, renamed from Halfnelson, formed in 1. 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