At night, the place was fully lit, the lords arrived and sat in chairs around the four large tables distributed around the Hall of a Hundred Hearths. Candlesticks with candles floated above the tables, illuminating the entire place.
Cadmus could be seen in the center of the main table while Daenerys was beside him, Rhaegar was on the right side, as were Viserys, Eddard, and other members of the small council. Despite being at war, everyone seemed relaxed and carefree.
Honestly, Cadmus admired this type of person who could feast even in such an opportune moment as a war.
Cadmus stood up and the deck fell silent, everyone's eyes focused on the wizard. His gentle, courteous, and polite voice sounded in everyone's ears.
"Firstly, welcome to Harrenhal, you are my guests and will be respected as such throughout your stay." Cadmus looked at everyone with a sincere gaze and laughed.
"Secondly, thank you for attending my wedding to Princess Daenerys, your presence at this moment fills me with joy and gratitude."
The guests relaxed with Cadmus's words, the image everyone had of wizards seemed to disappear at that moment. Unlike the dark and bloody magic they expected, the wizard's magic seemed more neutral and much easier to accept.
"I also have to thank my king, our incredibly generous chief who made it possible for my wedding to happen, or I would have difficulty marrying such a beautiful princess." Cadmus said with a laugh, a laugh that all the lords imitated and joined.
Rhaegar merely raised his hand with a smile and smiled at everyone with a satisfied grin. He looked at his Good Brother and couldn't help but think he was a genius for accepting something that everyone else couldn't.
Viserys clapped his hands and many followed, making the atmosphere more festive and cheerful. All that was missing was wine and food, which would happen in the next moment.
"I won't dwell too long, you must be hungry." Cadmus said that with a wave of his hand, silver trays appeared in the air and floated to the tables around the great hall of a hundred hearths. The nobles' eyes widened seeing the magical and incredible scene before them.
Each tray carried a suckling pig, chicken, goose, and duck. Wine pitchers also floated in the air and positioned themselves on their respective tables elegantly, magically, and smoothly. The next second, lively music sounded throughout the hall.
If there was one thing that could bring humans together in any universe, it was a party, just celebrating that humans could be happier. With food, drink, and music, the lords began to truly feast.
"Where did you get so much food and drink?" Rhaegar couldn't help but ask curiously. This was not a normal banquet; there were almost a hundred lords, and many of them had companions and relatives, as well as loyal men.
This was not a small number, and the amount of food was enormous. Rhaegar knew that Cadmus did not have any animal husbandry, so he was curious how the wizard managed to get so much food for the banquet.
Showing a malicious smile, Cadmus brought the goblet containing wine to his lips and replied with a laugh. "I found it near Riverrun."
Rhaegar and Viserys, who were drinking wine, choked on Cadmus's words, both men looked at Cadmus in shock. Then, the brothers looked at each other and started to laugh. Just imagining when Hoster Tully found out that he himself sponsored the enemy's wedding, it would be a scene worth seeing and would be a source of ridicule for many years.
Daenerys was also surprised by her fiancé's words and couldn't help but laugh too; she could also imagine the anger the River King would feel when he discovered the news. She found Cadmus incredibly cruel at that moment.
"When do you plan to sell your potions?" Daenerys asked with shining eyes. In her eyes, Cadmus's money was her money, now she seemed very interested in making money to fill House Peverell's coffers.
"Soon, when dinner is over." Cadmus said with a laugh. "With war at our gates, I will sell healing and resistance potions."
War was dangerous, even nobles could die because of a stray arrow. Healing and resistance potions were the holy grail for people in a war. Cadmus could see how much money he would make at that moment.
Rhaegar looked at Cadmus with deep envy, as a king who liked gigantic amounts of money to maintain his army, he needed money more than ever. Cadmus was practically a money-making machine. Not to mention that it was only in Westeros. If Essos was included, the wealth Cadmus could accumulate was gigantic.
Feeling that he needed to create a purchasing network as soon as possible to share some of the profits from the potions, Rhaegar really wanted Gaemon to learn how to make potions. Unfortunately, he knew that such a dream was difficult.
Feeling the king's gaze, Cadmus's lips curled into a satisfied smile. Being king didn't seem good at all in his eyes; he preferred to receive the benefits while not having to worry about the headaches a king had.
"By the way, when the wedding starts, I'll pick up Rhaella and Kinvara." Cadmus whispered to Daenerys, who nodded. She wanted her mother at her wedding; fortunately, Rhaella could leave for a few moments before returning to rule King's Landing.
As for Kinvara, Daenerys knew that Cadmus wanted her to replace the Septon. After all, the Faith of the Seven could not possibly marry them. Even if Cadmus wanted to, she would not allow such a thing. As there was no other clerical member with sufficient status on the continent, Kinvara became the only option at that moment.
"I saw you were creating two magical artifacts." Daenerys whispered to Cadmus, looking curiously. She tried to peek at what those items were, but her fiancé had refused and showed her nothing.
Cadmus rolled his eyes and refused to speak, obviously he wouldn't say he was creating wedding rings. Without rings, he felt something was missing from his wedding. So, he personally made the pair of rings.
However, he couldn't say anything to Daenerys so as not to spoil the surprise he was preparing. Cadmus only felt a little pity for the future male spouses of Westeros; he was about to revolutionize marriage, and these men would suffer to create their wedding vows or pay some talented bard to do it for them.
Will I be called Cadmus, the Romantic?
Cadmus couldn't help but think with an amused look, however, he didn't think the nickname was bad. At least it could dilute the bad reputation that wizards in this world had in the eyes of the population. After all, someone as romantic as him couldn't be a bad guy, right?
Daenerys looked at Cadmus and presumed he was planning something interesting, but she didn't try to guess what it was or even try to delve into the matter. Although she felt a huge curiosity growing in her chest.
Looking fiercely at the man who dared to play with her feelings in this way, the princess snorted coldly and drank some wine while looking at the guests; in her eyes, all these men were not humans, but beautiful and gleaming golden coins.
Looking at Daenerys, who seemed so greedy for gold, Cadmus felt he was feeding Smaug in the Lonely Mountain. The idea amused him; at least there were no dwarves in this world, and the gold of the poor dwarves would be safe because they also didn't exist.
The banquet continued, but not everyone seemed happy. Eddard, Lord of Winterfell, looked at the happy occasion and couldn't help but feel a little sad. Being at war once again did not please him at all, especially fighting alongside the son of the man who killed his father and brother. This feeling was like betraying the love he had for his father and brother.
However, given the responsibility he had to his vassals and family, Eddard chose to set aside his complex feelings and focused on the moment. This war was not just for him, but for House Stark and its continuation without any unforeseen events.
The next generation would have prestige and the support of House Targaryen, which possessed dragons. The right thing for House Stark. Despite this, there was a bitter taste in Eddard's mouth; he drank wine to disguise this taste, but it had little effect.
For some reason, the memory of the beautiful woman with black hair and purple eyes appeared in his mind. The woman he loved but could never truly marry. She was the perfect wife for him, but fate was cruel, and he did not marry her.
Eddard dishonored her; the woman even gave him a son, but he could never marry her. The bitter taste grew even stronger in the Lord of Winterfell's mouth; he felt that fate was truly cruel to him.
Was it too much to ask to marry one of the most beautiful women in Westeros, have Moat Cailin as a fief, and many children?
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Three days, you have no idea how crazy I was. My Word document just decided to mess around and corrupt my chapters. Long story short? I lost about five chapters that I hadn't posted on Patreon, my Harry Potter fanfic with elements from Solo Leveling and Jujutsu Kaisen.
It was a total nightmare.
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Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos (500,000 words written).
Percy Jackson: Godwyn the Golden.
Game Of Thrones: The King's Court Wizard