Storm’s End was not a sprawling keep like some, rather more one built with a martial purpose in mind-- still, though, it made its sacrifices to the lives of those who lived within its walls. A sept stood in the shadow of the great keep, situated amongst the tightly-packed stables and barracks, armories and smithies. Men labored to outfit the King’s men for war on most days, but today the hammers and anvils went silent.

Everything went silent, but for the bells. The sept’s bells sounded louder than any hammer, echoing about the colossal curtain walls. Outside, across the vast and growing military camp, the sound of tolling bells turned heads as men-at-arms and hedge knights nodded in appreciation of what they knew to be happening-- the joining of House Durrandon to House Lannister, a momentous occasion that held particular importance to these soldiers.

Within the keep, many lords and ladies assembled in the throne room within the tower. Before the throne stood the Storm King, dressed in a black-trimmed golden doublet. His brothers, Erich and Rolland, stood to a side along with their aged uncle and his several sons and daughters. Some people murmured about this thing or that, discussing the decoration-- additional candelabras had been carried in, and hundreds of candles cast bright light around the cavernous throne room.

Septa Lollys, the aged member of the Most Devout and the mother of Dominionism in the Stormlands, stood alongside the King as they awaited the Princess of the Rock and her handmaidens.

At the far end of the room the great oaken doors opened, creaking as the two men-at-arms in polished steel and a new golden surcoat pulled it open. The room fell silent as a crier announced, “Now enters the Princess Margaery of the noble House Lannister of Casterly Rock!”

As one, the room turned to face the blushing bride, she of the golden hair and green eyes. Durran’s own blue eyes flitted up from the floor, lighting upon Princess Margaery. His hands folded themselves of their own accord, a combination of anxiety and excitement making his palms slick with sweat. Palms that had killed men, had smashed in breast plates and crushed helmets with the aid of a hammer-- made to sweat by a woman. It would have been funny in any other circumstance, but for once the Storm King did not issue his thunderous laugh or grin as he so often did. He remained still.

Princess Margaery advanced through the hall arm-in-arm with Ser Lancel, her brother, while her handmaidens each held a corner of the long, crimson cloak she wore about her shoulders. Her procession was as silent as the room was.

An interminable period passed before Princess Margaery arrived alongside King Durran. Septa Lollys spoke next, her voice powerful despite her advanced age. “Today we gather to bear witness to the holy union of Durran of the House Durrandon, Thirtieth of His Name, King of the Stormlands; and Princess Margaery of the House Lannister.

At Septa Lollys’ prompting, the pair of them said the seven vows. Lollys exhorted the special religious significance of the marriage-- the first wedding between two Great Houses since the Schism in the faith, and both of them Dominionist.

With a wan grin, the septa turned back to the couple. “You may now cloak the bride, thus bringing her under your protection.”

Erich stepped forward, holding a cloak of his own house’s colors for the Storm King to take. Ser Lancel Lannister removed the flowing crimson cloak, stepping backwards as he worked to fold it. With fingers better suited for war, King Durran draped the golden cloak around Princess Margaery’s shoulders.

As he stepped back beside Margaery, he took her hand. It felt perilously fragile in his own hand, so small and soft. Septa Lollys produced a peace of white silk and with far more deft hands threaded it beneath their hands, then around, wrapping them together.

“Accursed be they who would tear this union asunder,” Septa Lollys proclaimed.

Murmurs of agreement rippled through the room as the two of them turned to face the room, before facing each other. “With this kiss I pledge my love, and take you for my Queen and wife.”

Margaery, though quietly, responded in kind. “With this kiss I pledge my love, and take you for my King and husband.”

Septa Lollys spoke her final piece in the ceremony. “Let it be known that King Durran of the House Durrandon and Princess Margaery of the House Lannister are one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever.”