8th moon, 315 AC
Gunthor Hightower had seen his share of weddings, but he had to admit none were more beautiful than this. His daughter looked especially beautiful in her cream dress adorned with emerald green jewels down the back, and Ser Raynald Fossoway looked particularly handsome in a fine velvet emerald green doublet to match. They were a perfect couple and a perfect match. The night was brilliant, as well. The stars were brightly lit outside, Gunthor could see out the window, the gods clearly looking down as the couples said their vows.
The ceremony was simple, but elegant. His daughter stood on the dais, her hands interlaced with her soon-to-be husband’s as the Septon said his words. He could see tears well up in her eyes, but she held her composure as befit a lady of the Reach, and eventually Lady of New Barrel. Ser Raynald, meanwhile, was the pinnacle of honor and virtue. He kept eye contact with his daughter, repeated the Septon’s words, and very politely kissed her when the vows were done. Gunthor must be honest, he had his doubts about the match that Otto arranged at first, but it was clear that Raynald was a good man, and that was no clearer than how he treated his daughter during the ceremony.
The High Table was made up of the two marrying families in addition to bride and groom. From the Hightowers of Sunhouse came Lord Gunthor, Alyssa, and their children: Otto, Addam and his wife Lyanna, and Alicent. From the Fossoways there was Addam and his wife Aemma, as well as Mira and her husband Horatio. The high table was set in front of the great hall in front of the arrangement of tables. The appetizer course was an assortment of apples, blood oranges, pomegranates, plums, olives, dragon peppers, olives, and turnips. The main course was roast boar caught just before the ceremony glazed in honey and spices. After the feast, the tables would be cleared away for dancing.