The day had finally arrived—the reason Xandarians had been flocking to the Red Temple since dawn. Even with twenty minutes still to go before midday, four hours after the doors to one of the Temple's gargantuan halls had opened for the wedding, the joy of the people remained undiminished.
And how could they not be? Thousands of tables were filled to bursting with food, where people could feast as if there were no tomorrow. Small quantities of wine were even being served—a bold defiance of the Temple's rule against allowing alcohol within its walls.
The former members of the Triarchy arrived dressed in their finest and most beautiful regalia. The women wore dresses richly embroidered with Myrish lace, paired with heavy, expensive jewelry hanging from their heads as tiaras or draped as chains around their necks. The men, on the other hand, wore sturdier garments: silk and wool doublets for the wealthiest, or cotton for the poorest. More than a hundred thousand people easily filled the hall—a space as vast as the Rungrado 1st of May Stadium—yet the air remained cool thanks to enormous windows nearly thirty meters high at both ends, which invited in the soft, dry sea breeze.
Beautiful chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceiling, complemented by purple drapes that matched the tiled floor. Under the warm light of candles and lanterns, the entire venue looked like a scene from a fairy tale.
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The members of the High Council sat at a large table situated at the upper-left end of the hall, chatting and snacking as they waited for the ceremony to begin.
"The High Priestess certainly knows how to organize a wedding," Korra said to Ismael with a charismatic smile. He chuckled and nodded. "The High Priestess must be very excited about all this. In fact, all the Red Priests are. When Azor Ahai is about to gain not one, but two companions, it makes them jump for joy."
"Yes, Princess Aerea seems like a very capable woman, and as for the Khaleesi, there isn't much to say about her competence—a strong woman. I am sure they will complement each other well." As Korra spoke, the side doors of the hall opened, revealing Kinvara. "Let us welcome High Priestess Kinvara," announced the herald, signaling the arrival of the one who would lead the wedding.
Kinvara walked to the front of the hall and waited at the spot where the wedding party would gather. Finally, through the massive doors at the far end of the immense hall, a silhouette appeared.
Caspian Darkwood, the Khal of Xandar, arrived in all his splendor, his face impassive and his gaze fixed forward. "Let us welcome Khal Caspian Darkwood, King of Xandar and its surrounding lands, Breaker of Yokes, Father of the Newcomers, and the Stallion Who Mounts the World!"
"And at his side, Khaleesi Valka Levou, Supreme Leader of the Order of Witches!"
Caspian rode to Valka's right, both properly attired. Caspian wore a long, matte black coat tailored to his torso with a row of gold buttons and trimmed with gold thread that seemed to shimmer. Over his shoulders was a black silk cape fastened to his pauldrons, which were decorated with golden engravings. He finished the look with black trousers and high black leather riding boots, complemented by gold bracelets and chains draped across his chest.
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Valka was not to be outdone, wearing a dress purchased from a Yi Ti merchant—a gown reminiscent of Byzantine aesthetics, made of spider silk found only in that region, which produced a copper-toned thread. Her sleeves were long, heavy, and rigid in structure, matching her public persona. A veil was secured by a slender gold circlet.
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They both rode to the front, where Kinvara received them. They dismounted and stood before the thousands of spectators.
Then, a Hathay—a carriage similar to a wagon but far more ornate and luxurious—entered through the doors, pulled by a dwarf elephant. Atop the Hathay sat Aerea, who was carried to the front where Caspian and Valka waited.
"Welcome Princess Aerea Targaryen, of the blood of Old Valyria, Rider of Balerion, and future Khaleesi of Xandar!" the herald announced. Murmurs and whispers immediately rippled through the crowd. Aerea wore the colors of the house to which she was once called heir: a dress featuring a black velvet bodice with a deep V-neckline, decorated with raised flame-like lace. She had double sleeves—a tight inner one and a much wider outer one in a reddish tone with damask patterns—with the dress extending into a long train. Unlike Valka, who wore a veil, Aerea's hair was gathered into complex braids that formed a natural crown.
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The details on her dress, resembling dragon scales, made her look radiant and proud. She walked to the altar and stood to Caspian's left, unbothered by the murmurs. Though they had supposedly been banished from their family, the fact remained that she rode the largest dragon in the world.
"And thus we begin this union, which we hope from the bottom of our hearts will bear fruit, endure, and bring pride and power to Xandar!" Kinvara began. "We have gathered here to witness something unique, something sacred... uniting these three souls into one. The Lord of Light has poured His blessing upon us, bringing light and heat to our hearts, and now Azor Ahai returns that devotion with the most sacred thing: family."
Kinvara, ever devout, could not help but infuse her speech with faith. No one minded; the vast majority were devotees of the Lord of Light, and their devotion had only grown after Caspian was named His Herald on earth.
"Today, Khal Caspian [...] will take Lady Valka Levou and Aerea Targaryen as his wives. This union will define the future of Xandar; and we look forward to princes and princesses who will continue to fight the horrors of the night."
One of the priests assisting Kinvara approached with a small acacia tree planted in a pot. Kinvara then accepted a dagger of Netherite steel. Caspian was the first to offer his right hand, and Kinvara did not hesitate to make a cut across his palm. Caspian squeezed his fist over the tree, letting his blood fall onto the leaves and the soil.
Valka and Aerea were next, letting their blood fall upon the small tree. "Let this tree, watered by the blood of our leaders, be proof of a strong union! May this union grow, strengthen, and become a force of nature!"
Following this, Kinvara accepted a diamond crown and placed it upon Valka. Then, she took an emerald crown and crowned Aerea, officially solemnizing the marriage.
Caspian then kissed Valka as they both laughed, followed by a kiss for Aerea. With that, Kinvara made the wedding official: "Let it be known that Caspian Darkwood, Valka Levou, and Aerea Targaryen are now one flesh, one heart, and one soul, now and forever."
To the surprise of many—though perhaps expected given the circumstances—the three shared a three-way kiss. Such an act might have seemed uncouth or improper anywhere else, especially at a wedding, but no one dared speak against it. Instead of looking disgusted or uncomfortable, the crowd smiled and cheered, with the entire hall erupting into thunderous applause.
The ceremony was followed by music, food, and dancing. The newlyweds sat at the high table on a platform two meters above the floor, where Rhaena also sat at the far left beside her daughter. Nobles, ministers, and commoners alike passed by one by one to offer their congratulations and greatest wishes, happy for the marriage between their King and the beautiful women who would undoubtedly fill the palace with many children.
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"The room isn't going anywhere, Valka," Caspian said, a smile breaking across his face as he was pulled by his right hand through the corridors of Minas Tirith.
Valka wasn't just pulling Caspian; she was also tugging Aerea along by her left. "What? Don't tell me you don't want this as much as I do," Valka replied, and catching Caspian by surprise, she pressed her lips against his.
Caspian yielded to the lust, returning the kiss and wrapping his hands around the hips of the now-Queen of Xandar. "The room," Caspian interrupted the kiss as Aerea let out a muffled gasp when a group of servants passed by.
"And who's the impatient one now?" Valka laughed, and without giving Caspian or Aerea a moment's notice—and caring little that the servants saw the display—she reached down, grabbed the hem of her dress, and tore it with force, allowing her legs to move freely. "What are you waiting for?" she said, and like a maiden possessed, she began to run toward the bedroom, holding her torn dress as she laughed.
The door to Caspian's quarters swung open, and the Herald entered with confidence, followed by a slightly timid Aerea who took everything in with wide eyes. Valka was already standing by one of the tables in the lounge, pouring three glasses of wine. She was no longer wearing her veil or the upper portion of her dress that had been attached to the sleeves.
She was left in only a soft, thin-strapped camisole that clung to her body, her firm breasts straining against the nearly translucent fabric. Seeing Caspian enter with Aerea behind him, she approached both with the glasses in her hands, handing one to each.
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Valka's melodic laughter filled the room as she crawled across the massive bed that occupied most of the chamber, her generous breasts tightening against the limits of the soft fabric. "Oh, sweet Aerea," she whispered, "we will be very gentle with you. You won't have to lift a finger."
As if to prove her point, Valka's agile fingers—trained to handle delicate potion ingredients—began to untie the top of Aerea's dress with agonizing slowness using only one hand. With the other, she softly massaged her breasts. Caspian watched from a chair, still sipping his wine.
"Fuck," Aerea moaned, her body trembling sporadically at the caresses. She arched her back, gripping the silk sheets of the bed tightly, which only caused Valka's grip on her breast to firm. Encouraged by her reaction, Valka hovered over Aerea's body and slid her hand down. Her thumb brushed softly against the hardened nipple, provoking a ragged moan from the former princess.
"See?" Valka whispered into her ear. "Just relax and let us take care of you."
With practiced skill, Valka finished stripping Aerea of her dress, leaving her gloriously naked before their gazes. The blush that threatened to appear dissipated quickly under the heat of the excitement coursing through her body.
Caspian rose from his chair and released the fastening of his trousers, freeing his erect member. Aerea, who was being pampered by Valka, opened her eyes in astonishment; it was the first time she had seen him naked, and the sight left her breathless.
"So this is what sex feels like," Aerea whispered, wetting her dry lips. Because Valka was practically on top of her, she heard it clearly. "This isn't even the appetizer, wife."
In an act that impressed Valka, Aerea pushed her off with a hidden strength in her slender arms, propping herself up on her elbows and leaning forward. Without needing an invitation, Caspian approached her. Aerea reached out and gripped Caspian's penis from the base.
A small smirk played on Aerea's lips; she seemed to be enjoying herself immensely as she ran her fist along its length. Caspian groaned with pleasure, reaching out to tangle his calloused fingers into Aerea's silver hair.
Suddenly, Aerea parted her lips and her tongue slid around the swollen head of Caspian's member. The pre-seminal fluid touched her taste buds, triggering a deep moan. Gaining confidence, she took him deeper into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked with increasing fervor.
Valka took the moment to discard the rest of her clothes, revealing her exuberant curves and flawless skin. Taking advantage of Aerea's position, she knelt between her parted thighs, inhaling the musky scent of the princess.
"I think it's time I had a little feast of my own."
The princess let out a choked moan of pleasure the moment Valka ran her tongue through her new wife's intimate cleft, causing Valka to chuckle, which only sent more pleasure through an already burning Aerea.
"God damn," Caspian said, thrilled to watch his two wives pleasuring each other, observing as Valka caressed Aerea's entrance while her moans intensified.
"Oh, gods, don't stop, please!" Aerea pleaded, feeling a sensation like never before, a product of Valka's caresses and licks that left her gasping for air.
Valka crawled up the bed with sinuous, seductive movements. She turned Aerea over and captured her lips in a burning kiss, allowing the princess to taste her own flavor lingering on Valka's tongue. When they finally broke apart, both women were panting heavily.
A wicked smile drew across Valka's flushed face. "Fuck me," she said, looking at Caspian with extreme desire. Without wasting time, she got on all fours, ready to give her all.
Caspian didn't think twice. He positioned himself behind Aerea, holding her firmly by the hips while aligning his throbbing member with her rosy entrance. Without hesitation, he buried himself to the hilt, drawing moans of pleasure from them both.
"Fuck!" Caspian gripped Aerea's hips tight, moving at a frantic pace as he thrust into her with power. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the chamber, punctuated by their moans and broken gasps.
Valka, unwilling to be left out, sat before Aerea's face, spreading her legs and letting Aerea begin to lick her labia with fervor. It became a cycle, the three of them driving each other's arousal in an unusual sexual choreography.
With a roar of triumph, Caspian thrust one last time into Aerea's core, emptying himself inside his dear wife's canal. Valka was not far behind, arching her back as she rubbed herself against her wife's face. "Yes, yes, right there—oh, fuck, I'm coming!"
For several long moments, the only sounds in the room were their ragged breaths as they recovered from their respective peaks. In a sporadic moment of rest while they caught their breath, their bodies glistened with sweat in the dim light of the alcove. But they were not finished; the night had barely begun, and their fun even more so.