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“I need an heir.” Gwayne responds only taking a moment to proses what you said. Him grateful you brought up wanting children, Gwayne having been thinking for days about how to bring the topic up.

“Then we are in agreement?” You ask, as if you’re just making a business deal not speaking about having children.

“We are.” He agrees, taking a sip of his wine. “I shall send for the maester on the morrow.”

“Good.” You say nodding at him before continuing to eat in silence.

-

“We wish to have a child, what is the best way to go about things?” Gwayne asks the maester, him having been summoned to the private solar the next morning. Gwayne resting parchment against his knee.

“Oh, um, well, you should copulate often-.” The maester says, coughing slightly not expecting that to be why he was summoned. The man thinking you were already with child, not that you wanted to try.

“How often?” Gwayne interrupts, making a note on a piece of parchment. Wanting to remember all of it. You just listening carefully, not wanting to appear crazy by making notes.

“At least once a day.” The maester responds blushing, not having been approached by a couple in such a way.

“Anything else?” You ask, thinking of when to start.

“Yes, um, I’ve noticed higher success when sharing a bed every night, along with spending time together during the day also being more.” He stops for a moment to think of a word. “Affectionate is suspected to help the process.”

“We can do that, what else?” Gwayne says while writing, planing on telling the servants to move your things into his chambers today. Planing on starting tonight.

“Pleasure, for both, is rumored to help as well.” The old man says uncomfortably, hoping he won’t asks anymore questions. “That is all I can think of for now.”

“Thank you.” You say of the man a small smile, grateful for the advice.

“You’re dismissed.” Your husband tells the man, sparing him a quick glance. Still writing, planning the whole evening.

“Good luck ser and my lady.” The maester says leaving the door hoping he’s not summoned again until you’re with child.

-

“What are you doing?” Gwayne asks when you pull up your skirts and lay back on the bed, reminding the man of your wedding night. You both being incredibly awkward as you had an audience. Him doing his best to cover you from their eyes that night. “I want to do this properly, the maester said to be affectionate, so let me kiss you first.”

At his request you stand up and walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck lips brushing against him when you speak. “Of course ser, whatever you wish.”

“Don’t tease.” He whispers back licking his lips, yours being so close that his tongue lightly brushes your lips.

“How am I teasing you ser?” You ask whispering softly pressing your lips to his, bringing his bottom lip with you when you pull away. “You said you wanted to do this properly.” You tease, taking his hand and placing it against your breasts. Knowing your husband loves them given when you wear lower cut dresses he always stares before remembering himself. “So how do you want me?”

“I, uh, on the bed.”

“But you just told me to get off the bed, do you want me to remove my dress first?” You ask unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his delicious chest that you can’t wait to lick.

“Please.” He whimpers, forehead resting against yours while you undo his breaches. Your hand fingers drawing shapes on his lower abdomen, him wanting your hands on him properly. “I mean, yes.”

“Of course Ser.” You whisper pulling him into a deep kiss, tongue slipping into his mouth while your hand slips further in, caressing is hard cock, swearing he’s bigger than last time you lay together the moon after your wedding. “May you help me with the laces?”

“Of course.” He says swallowing harshly, thinking he must be dreaming. Hands shakily making their way to the back of your dress, kissing down your neck while he loosens the lace. Letting out a little whimper when your green dress fell from your shoulders revealing your bare breasts, not bothering to wear a shift. “You’re so pretty.”

“Thank you.” You whisper hand going to his copper hair, lightly tugging at it so he’ll look at your face again. Pushing his unbutton shirt off his shoulders, him quickly throwing it to the side. “What do you want next?”

“Let me eat you.” He whispers desire clear on his face, licking his lips at the thought. Pushing your dress down your hips leaving your dress to pool at your feet.

“Pardon?”

“Please?” He asks leading you back to the bed kissing you softly as he does so. “Just lay back on the bed and let me eat your pussy.”

“Oh, ok.” You say not knowing that was a thing, him only using his fingers on you the last times you had sex. Him biting his lip while you lay down, him looking you up and down. His hard cock dripping in his breaches.

“Good girl.” He says kissing down you, stopping at your breasts for a moment. Sucking and nipping at them, grinning against you when you pull him hair while letting out soft moans. Wishing he could spend forever kissing and sucking on your breasts. “I can’t wait till these are full of milk.” He mumbles against your breasts, mouth latching onto your nipple while his hands kneed at them, other nipple rolling between his thumb and finger. Moaning when you pull his hair, nipping your nipple in retaliation. Before be continues kissing down you. Spreading your thighs and biting his lip when he sees the slick gathering between them. “Fuck baby, you’re so wet.”

“Do something husband.” You whine bucking your hips at him, desperate for something, anything, all you need is him.

“Gwayne.” He corrects kissing above your mound, looking at you through his eyes, a strand of red hair falling into his handsome face. “Call me Gwayne, please.”

“Do something, Gwayne.”

“That’s better.” He says softly spreading your lower lips licking his own before pressing a soft kiss to your pearl before sucking it, making you gasp at the sensation. His tongue feeling so much better than your fingers. “Fuck you taste so good.”

“Gwayne.” You moan, eyes closing while his tongue explores you, drawing figure eights on your pearl. His face covered in your slick, wishing he could spend eternity between your thighs. “Feels so good.”

“Good girl.” He murmurs into you, the vibrations of his voice making you whimper. While he sucks at your pearl finger pushing into you, exploring to find your spot. Smirking against you when he finds it, you just moaning in response. Another finger entering you, thrusting them in and out, while he licks at you.

“Gwayne.” You whine tugging at his hair, him moaning against you while he ruts into the bed. Feeling you clench around him, your orgasm building. “More. Please fuck me.”

“Are you sure?” He asks blowing on your pearl smirk when you squirm. Kissing back up you, nipping bits of you while he does so.

“Gwayne fuck me, now.” You demand, needing his cock in you. Feeling empty, desperate and needy. Pulling him into a kiss when he’s high enough up you, using his hair to guide him to you.

“As you wish my lady.” He mumbles against your lips, you feeling his try to push his breaches off without disturbing the kiss. Finally freeing his aching cock, his leaking tip hitting your thigh. You both moaning while he runs his cock head over your entrance, nudging your pearl a few times before sinking the tip into you. “Fuck.”

“More.” You whine bucking your hips making his cock go in deeper, still having a few more inches. You gasping into his mouth as he pushes into you, stopping for a few moments to let you adjust to him.

“Oh seven, fuck, you feel so good.” He groans into your face moving to hide into your shoulder, watching to hide the look of pure pathetic desire on his face. “You’re so good for me.” He whines hips uncontrollably bucking desperate to fuck you. “Shit, sorry.”

“Fuck.” You pant, needing him to move or let you take control. You fine with either. Him finally thrusting into you, finding a good rhythm when his thumb moves to your clit. “Fuck your babies into me.”

“I will my love, I will.” He groans, feeling you cleaning around him, you whining as you feel every ridge and vain of his cock thrust into you. Him reaching so deep inside of you it almost doesn’t seem possible. “I’ll fuck you full of me.”

“Please.” You whimper, his thumb rubbing your pearl your orgasm feeling closer and closer, feeling like your going to explode.

“You feel so good.” He moans, hips stuttering as he fights his orgasm not wanting to cum until you do.

“Fuck, Gwayne, I’m going to cum.” You gasp on the edge, seconds away from cumming. Clenching around him uncontrollably making him let out a little whimper at the feeling.

“Cum for me baby.” He demands, you immediately cuming for him. Your orgasm triggering his own, filling you with his hot cum while he fucks you both through the after shocks. “Fuck.”

“Don’t move.” You say using your legs to pull him back to you when he tries to move, both of you letting out a sigh at the sensation. “Can we stay like this for a while?”

“As you wish my lady.” He whispers into your shoulder laying on top of you, hiding his face back into your neck, pressing a soft kiss against it. Both of you falling asleep in each other’s embrace.

-

“Shall I go back to my chambers?” You ask a while later, you waking up as you needed a pee. Him whining when you left him momentarily, both of you blaming the after effects of sex. You both just laying next to each other now, unaware the other wanted to cuddle as well.

“No, the maester said we should sleep next to each other.” Gwayne says sleepily, know he has to be up early for training but staying awake to be with you.

“Ok, should be talk about rules?” You ask rolling onto your side to face him, him already facing you.

“What rules?” He asks, unsure of what you could mean.

“Well he said at least once a day, so should we have a schedule or something?” You ask, unsure how to broach the subject.

“I think we should try twice a day, if possible.” He says looking at you with an expression you can’t make out.

“Morning and evening?” You offer, thinking those would be the best time as you’re both busy during the day.

“That sounds good.” He says softly, brushing a hair out of your face. “We best go to sleep.”

“Goodnight husband.”

“Goodnight wife.”

-

You’re woken by the feeling of kisses being pressed into your neck, Gwayne whispering things into you as he does so. “Wake up my lady, I have to leave soon.”

“What time is it?” You groan hiding your face in the pillow. Feeling him smiling against you, while he kisses your neck.

“Just after dawn, but I have training soon.” He says feeling guilty for waking you, but you two having agreed to have sex in the mornings. “I’m sorry, but you said we should try for our baby in the mornings as well.”

“Fuck me like this.” You say moving you lay on your side, grateful you fell asleep naked. Too tired to do any of the work, knowing you’ll make it up to him later. Your sleepiness removing all remnants of a filter.

“Really?” He laughs, pulling you closer to him. Slotting in behind you, his hard cock pressing into the plush of your arse.

“I’ll ride you later to make it up to you.” You mumble taking his hand to rest between your legs, letting out a breathless moan when he starts playing with your clit.

“Shit, you can’t say things like that to me this early in the morning.” He groans into you while pushing his dick into you, both of you moaning at the feeling. Him not moving for a moment wanting to savour the sensation.

“Fuck me Gwayne.” You whine grinding against him. “Give me a baby.”

“As my lady wife wishes.”

-

Gwayne hisses your name while you drag him down the corridor and pushing him into a hidden alcove. “We can’t, we have guests!” He whispers shouts letting you push him up against the wall. “We can miss one evening.”

“Fuck me.” You whisper against him, your hand going into his breaches feeling his cock already half hard. Making him buck into your hand while you play with it. “Please.”

“We have to be quick.” He says quickly caving, lifting your skirts fingers going straight to your core and moving your small cloth out of the way. “Fuck, how are you already so wet?”

“I have a very handsome husband.” You say moaning when he swaps your positions, you now up against the wall, him lifting your leg while he rubs his cock head over your opening, nudging your pearl as he does so before finally pushing into you. Having no need to prep you as you’re already dripping and you’ve got at most 10 minutes. “Fuck, Gwayne.”

“Shh, my love.” He whispers catching your lips in a kiss. “We have to be quiet, can you do that for me?”

-

“How much longer do you think you’ll be?” You ask your husband a few weeks later, you stood in the doorway to his private solar. Watching him work, wishing his hands were on you instead of writing. Nether of you being able to be apart for to long, despite for each other all the time. You having taken to having sex during lunch as well. You not that happy he’s working late on reports and ledges for his cousin when he has better things to do, namely you.

“A while.” He sighs leaning back in his chair holding his arms out to you. Wanting you to join him, even if just for a moment. “I don’t understand half of these ledgers.”

“Let me have a look.” You say sneakily locking the doors before walking over to him. “I used to help my father when I was younger.”

“You don’t have to.” He says softly wrapping his arms around your waist and hiding his face in your neck when you sit in his lap.

“I want to.” You reassure, also knowing if you do it will be done a lot faster. You both sitting in silence for a few minutes while you work, him kissing your neck every so often. You hiding your smile when you feel his cock hard beneath you, your plan working as you’ve been grinding on him every so often. Pretending you’re just trying to get comfortable. “Are you alright?”

“I have an idea.” He says kissing your neck, just wanting to be close to you.

“What the idea?” You ask, smirk on your lips as you correct a mistake you almost made.

“You sit on me, while we work.” At your fake confused expression he clarifies. “My, uh, cock, if you will, we could.”

“That’s a good idea.” You say hiding your smile while his cheeks heat up, worried you would have said no. “Undo your breaches, I’m not wearing my small cloth anyway.”

“Pardon?”

-

“I’m with child!” You shout excitedly running into Gwayne private solar, not caring you’re not being lady like. You feeling pure joy at the new the maester just told you. “We’re having a baby!”

“Really?” He asks in excitement quickly getting up and pulling you into his arms.

“Really.” You say massive smile on your face. “I think we should celebrate.” You whisper lips brushing his while you both smile. Him knowing exactly what you’re insinuating.

“What about the babe?” He asks, teasing you. Kissing your cheek before kissing down your neck.

“The maester said we can continue as normal, for the time being anyway.” You say breathlessly, not having had him morning given your nausea.

“But you’ve gotten what you want, I’ve put a baby in you.” Your handsome husband whispers, nipping at your sweet spot. “You don’t need me anymore.”

“I haven’t been called Kepa in years.” King Viserys muses, trying to remember when you and Rhaenyra stoped calling him that. His children with Alicent only ever calling him father. “It can also be used as uncle, so you are correct.”

“He clearly didn’t mean it as in uncle.” Aemond says wearing a stupid eyepatch after the incident in driftmark. You never more thankful you couldn’t attend given all that went down.

“It was a slip of the tongue, we’re trying to get the girls to call Gwayne Kepa as they’ve been copying me and Daeron by calling him love or uncle.” You say quickly, knowing it wasn’t a slip of the tongue, you knowing your son.

“How are my grandchildren?” Your father asks having spent the first half of dinner talking to Rhaenyra and her children. Your daughters having fun with their cousin, Rosie having been drawing with Joffrey. Lily playing with Jaces hair.

“Tell your grandsire what you’ve been up to Rosie.” Gwayne says to your eldest daughter, him happy for the opportunity to stop talking with his father.

“Rosie?” Viserys asks, Rhaenyra already knowing what all the children go by as you two write each other often.

“All of us have nicknames.” Rosie says perking up, the girl loving to talk.

“Do you?”

“Yeah, muña is darling, kepa is love or handsome but only muña call him that.” Rosalind says unintentionally exposing you before continuing. “Daeron is dae and Lillian is lily.”

“How is it living with your uncle?” Otto asks the young girl, clearly trying to make issues. Why? You don’t know. Probably to try and upset Gwayne.

“We don’t live with our uncle?” Rosalind responds tilting her head to the side in confusion. Not knowing what her grandsire is talking about.

“But you live with Daeron don’t you?”

“Yeah but he’s our brother.”

“No he’s your mother’s brother.”

“No, he’s mine.” Rosie denies, Daeron being her big brother no matter what some man says. “Muña even said it to the old lady.”

“What old lady?” Gwayne asks trying to think of an old lady you could have spoken to recently.

“You know, the old lady! With the hat!” She explains as of her fathers dumb.

“Are you talking about the women who owns the tavern we stoped at?” You ask, happy for the slight change in topic knowing you can distract everyone from the topic of Daeron being your son.

“Yes! The old lady!”

-

“I’m sorry.” Daeron says later that night after you’ve tucked the girls into bed, Daeron cuddling into your side while you read. Gwayne getting ready for bed.

“Why are you sorry sweetheart?” You ask, placing the book in your lap so you can give him your undivided attention.

“I deliberately called uncle Gwayne Kepa in front of the king and queen.” He responds feeling guilty, worried you might get in trouble for his actions.

“We know you did.” Gwayne says stopping unbuttoning his shirt to look at the boy.

“You’re not mad?” The boy asks quietly, not wanting you to be upset with him.

“Why would we be mad? You heard Rosie your her brother and our son.” You reply brushing a stand of hair out of his face, the boy trying to copy Gwayne with his hair.

“But I did it to try and upset them, that’s not right.”

“You are right, it might not of been the best thing to do.” You say, happy he’s taking responsibility but also knowing why he did it. “But, it makes sense that you did.” You comfort, cuddling your boy closer to you while kissing his face making the boy laugh. “We love you sweetheart, do you ever forget that.”

“I love you too.” He laughs noise scrunching up as he does. “Uncle Gwayne, are you going to join the hug?”

“Sorry who’s uncle Gwayne?” Gwayne asks Daeron a smirk on his face, not bothering to hide it. Feeling a mass amount of happiness when Daeron called him Kepa.

“Kepa.” Daeron whines holding his arms out to the man. “Please.”

“I love you my little dragon.” Gwayne says falling onto the bed, bringing you both into his arms.

“I’m excited, I’ve missed him.” You say reluctantly slowing, not willing to admit you needed to stop anyway.

“I know but I’d like my wife not to fall flat on her face.” He laughs throwing an arm over your shoulders and walking with you at a slow pace. “Your father can wait a moment.”

-

“Father!” You shout when you spot him waiting for you. Him meeting you near the doors, not wanting you to over exhaust yourself.

“Darling.” He say softly pulling you into a gentle hug, kissing your cheek while he does so. “My little dragon isn’t so little anymore.” He tells you when he pulls away to look at you properly, you not the little girl who used to hide under his desk when playing with your brothers anymore. “How do you feel?”

“Good, the babe won’t stop moving around though.” You respond massive smile on your face, not having seen your father in moons. “I blame Lyonel.”

“What can I say, our child is a storm.” Lyonel teases, standing just behind you. Giving you a little bit of privacy to greet the prince.

“Lord Lyonel.” Baelor says nodding at the lord in greeting. The pair not having spoken since the wedding.

“Your Grace.” Lyonel reply’s the the prince, not doing a proper greeting but Baelor not caring.

“Come father, let me show you the nursery.”

-

“I fucking hate you!” You cry as a contractions hits, Lyonel holding your hand. Him refusing to leave when anyone told him to.

“I know you do my dear.” He says softly knowing you’re just in a lot of pain and that you don’t actually hate him. You telling him you love him multiple times a day.

“Fuck! Make it stop!”

“Do your breathing exercises.” He suggests, the maester saying you only have a few more pushes.

“Do your breathing exercises.” You mock, having been doing the dumb exercises all day and still being in a fuck ton of pain. “What the fuck do you think I’m doing!”

-

“He’s perfect.” You whisper looking down at your son, the boy being born this a head full of hair.

“He is.” Lyonel agrees, sat next to you on the bed. Your son wrapped in a yellow blanket you made. You both intrupted from fawning over your son when there’s a knock at the door.

“My lord the prince wishes to enter.”

“Send him in.” You respond before Lyonel can, him wanting to check you’re ok with it first.

“Are you alright sweetheart?” Your father asks checking on you first, you being his baby. Sitting on the side of the bed and feeling your temperature by pressing the back of his hand against your forehead.

“Im good, meet your grandson.” You say smiling, not wanting to mention how uncomfortable you are. Knowing there’s nothing he or Lyonel can do to help.

“Hello, little prince.” He whispers taking the babe into his arms, the boy having a head full of brown hair. “What’s his name?”

“Lorax.”

“It’s perfect, prince Lorax Baratheon.” He says smiling down at the babe, letting you take him back before he looks at your husband. “Thank you.”

“What?” Lyonel asks in response, having no clue why is father by law if thanking him. You doing all the actual work. “What did I do?”

“You make my daughter happy.” Baelor explains, forever grateful for Lyonel as he makes you smile more than he’s ever seen. “And you saved me in Ashford, if you hadn’t pushed me out the way, I dread to think what could have happened.”

“Oh, truthfully I didn’t even know Maekar was swinging at you, I just wanted a chance to push you.” Lyonel admits, deciding he best be honest.

“Lyonel!” You whisper shout, thinking your husband is being a moron.

“That’s understandable.” Baelor says with a small laugh, having suspected that to be the case.

“What?” You ask your father thinking you must be hallucinating after giving birth.

“He asked me if he could marry you the day before the fight, I said no.” Baelor explains, looking now at the very thing he originally opposed. Happy he changed his mind.

“You wanted to marry me then? We only met the night before.” You say looking at your husband in shock, not knowing he wanted to marry you then. You thinking it was a decision he made later, after the fight.

“I know.” He says soft smile on his face as Lorax starts crying in your arms. Your husband kissing your cheek before stealing your son from your arms. “Oh my little storm, are you not the center of attention? Poor boy.”

-

“I love you.” You whisper falling asleep, the nursemaid watching Lorax so you can sleep.

“I love you too.” He says tucking you in and giving you a kiss before leaving. “Now get some sleep.”

-

“Wine?” Lyonel asks the prince, finding the man on one of the balconies looking out at the raging sea. Clearly deep in thought.

“Please.” Baelor says taking the wine of the man. This reminding him of when your mother gave birth and he stood on the balcony later that night with his father. “He looks like you.”

“He has your eyes.” Lyonel counters, looking out at the view. “Is fatherhood meant to be this terrifying?”

“Yes.” His father by law answers, giving the man a small smile. “The more terrified you are the better you’re doing.”

“He’s my son.” Maekar says rubbing looking down at the cooing babe in his arms, the little boy holding his father’s finger in his little hand.

“He’s mine too.” You laugh, not minding that he’s stolen your baby from you. Happy he loves his children so much, him not always able to show it.

“You got to carry him for nine moons, let me hold him now.” Maekar say turning away from you as if you were going to steal the babe of him. You just wanting to kiss him.

“But-.”

“I’m sure the older boys would love some time with their mother.” He tells you, him having been working all day and unable to be with your sons.

“Would they now?” You ask raising an eyebrow at your husband. Daeron and Aerion both sleeping as it’s late. You having just read Daeron back to sleep. You giving your husband a look. “Stop sniffing him.”

“I’ve missed having a newborn.” Maekar muses swaying slightly with the boy, while kissing his forehead. “You’re already more well behaved than your brothers.”

“Maekar.” You say sternly giving him a look. “It’s time for bed.”

“Wife.” He teases a smirk apart in his face, him at his happiest with you and the children, a newborn babe in his arms.

“You get so mushy when we have a baby.” You say rolling your eyes while you get ready for bed. Letting him cuddle Aemon for a while longer, the babe needing to actually sleep in his crib for a change.

“I love you.” Maekar whispers to you later while you cuddle in bed, your head resting on his chest while he holds you close to him. All the children sleeping in their beds.

“I love you too.” You say kissing his chest softly. Tired but also wanting to spent time with just Maekar.

“Can we have more?” He asks quietly as if saying it any louder would scare the idea away.

“Isn’t three enough?” You ask, happy with any amount of children you have.

“Just a few more?” He whispers kissing the top of your head, already picturing a future with more children.

“We’ll see.”

“Thank you.” He says softly, loving you and the children more than anything in the world.

“What for?” You ask in genuine confusion, not knowing what you’ve done to warrant being thanked.

“I’m sleeping here.” Daeron mumbles hiding his face in your pillow as he holds it close to his chest. “Night.”

“No you’re not, fuck off.” Maekar says, wanting one night of having the bed to himself. Not having slept alone in years, him using it as an excuse to sleep in the middle of the bed. “Daeron.” Maekar whisper shouts lightly shaking the boy who fell asleep as soon as he finishes speaking. The boy clearly not having slept properly in days. “For fucks.” Maekar mumbles to himself, grateful that no one can see the soft smile on his face. “Good night.”

-

Aerion

“Why are you in my bed sweetheart?” You ask doing a double take when you see your 5 year old sat on your bed. You having just gotten Aemon to sleep. Maekar having left early today to deal with a minor lord causes issues.

“I’m sleeping in here.” Aerion say the hood of his dragon snug falling into his face, your boy looking adorable.

“Why? Are you alright?” You ask, under the impression that you would have at least one night on your own.

“I’m fine.” He says snuggling up in bed with is toy dragon being used as a pillow. Daeron having picked out brightflame for his brother when Aerion was born.

“Then why aren’t you in your own bed my little dragon?” You ask climbing into bed with him, not being surprised if you wake up to your two eldest in bed with you by morning.

“Kepa say I take care of you.” He responds hiding his smile in his dragon, knowing Maekar didn’t mean it like that.

“Did he?” You ask raising an eyebrow at the boy who adores his father. The boy wanting to be just like him when he grows up.

“And while Kepa gone we can cuddle and read dragon book all night.”

“Can we now?” You ask with a light laugh, pulling your little boy into your arms, making him giggle while you press kisses all over his face.

-

Daella

“Fuck off daeron.” Maekar groans when he hears stumbling and someone clambering into bed. You having been up with Aegon the boy having a nightmare, unaware that you would be staying with your eldest.

“Im not Daeron.” Daella grumbles climbing into bed with her father, arms full of all the toys she refuses to sleep without.

“Sorry darling, I just hear someone stumbling into bed and assume.” He says softening at the sound of his daughter, the girl unable to do anything wrong in his eyes. “Where is your mother?”

“Sleeping in Daeron chambers with him, he doesn’t feel very well.” She explains making her way into her father’s arms wanting a cuddle. Her snuggle bear between them. “So she said I could sleep in with you instead.”

“Why were you in Daerons chamber anyway?”

“I heard him say he was scared to sleep so I brought him snuggles bear so he could sleep with us.” She says sounding adorable in her little voice. Liking to help you look after her big brother.

“That’s nice of you.” Maekar says kissing the top of his little princess’s head.

“I know.”

-

Aemon

“When will father be back?” Aemon asks you sat on the bed massive book in his lap while you get ready for bed behind the divider.

“I’m not sure, tomorrow I think.” You say removing your jewelry after getting changed. “Why?”

“Just wanted to know.” He say flipping a page, looking forward to Maekar getting him the sequel. “Can I sleep in here tonight?”

“Of course you can.” You say coming out from behind the divider and blowing out some of the candles.

“Thank you.”

-

Aegon and Rhae

“No it’s my turn!” Egg shouts at his younger sister, it being his turn to sleep in bed with you the night before Maekar came home. His having to be away for a few days to deal with a lord and you letting the children sleep in with you while he was away. “You get tomorrow!”

“But Kepa will be back tomorrow!” Rhae shouts back, not finding it fair as she had to share with Daeron. Your eldest needing comfort after a dream.

“So!”

“Both of you enough!” You snap just wanting to go to bed, you being frustrated with all the arguments. “You can either both sleep with me or neither of you can!”

“Sorry muña.” They both say quickly, looking at the floor in embarrassment. Both just wanting to cuddle with you.

“Is he alright?” Ser Gwayne, elder brother to your stepmother/ex friend asks. Having heard the crying while he was on a walk, trying to clear him mind after the conversation he’d just had with his father. “Where is the nursemaid?”

“I don’t know.” You say not happy the babe has been left, there not even being a guard outside the doors. “Luckily he doesn’t appear to be hungry.”

“That’s good.” He says relieved, knowing he would have been furious if the boy was left hungry. Thinking his sister needs to staff, if they think it’s acceptable to leave a babe alone for who knows how long. “I’ll speak with my sister about this though he shouldn’t be unsupervised, especially for long enough that both of us heard him.”

“I know.” You say swaying slightly while you hold the boy close to you. Noticing that the man looked exhausted and you don’t mean physically. “Are you alright, you seem troubled?”

“My father wishes me to marry.” He tells you, feeling you had the right to know and he selfishly needed someone to talk to. The man deliberately not letting himself focus on how beautiful you look holding a baby.

“That makes two of us.” You say, waiting for the news of who your father and Otto will pick out for you to marry.

“He wishes me to marry you.” Gwayne says softly, feeling guilty that he has more of a say than you do.

“Thank you for telling me.” You respond slightly graceful that Gwayne is a candidate, him being a true knight.

“You’re not mad?”

“I’ve always known I’d be married off to whoever my father and yours decide.” You say factually, having known your whole life you wouldn’t be able to marry for love. “I’ve never had a choice in anything my whole life, I’m just grateful you are kind.”

“How do you know that? I could secretly be horrid.” He asks, trying to lighten the mood. Smiling softly down at the babe in your arms, letting the boy hold his finger.

“You came looking when you heard a babe cry and from what I’ve seen you’ve always been honourable.” You explain, no other man apart from Ser Harwin having done that with any of the children.

“I try my best.”

-

“He’s a babe!” You shout having just heard the new that Daeron was being sent to ward in old town at only a few moons old. “He’s too young to ward!”

“He won’t squire until he’s older.” Otto explains, sat with your father in his chambers sharing some tea when you stormed in.

“Then send him when he’s older!” You argue, thinking it ludicrous to send a baby away from his family to live with a random cousin. Gwayne being unwed so not an option.

“It’s best he go now.” Your father says, unknowingly doing exactly as Otto told him to.

“For who?” You snap, knowing this is Otto’s doing. You and Gwayne having spoken about how manipulative his father is, Alicent going down the same path. “I know this is just because of his hair.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Your father says in confusion, not having seen the boy enough to know anything about the babe.

“Otto does.”

“Then why don’t you go with him?” Otto suggests, his plan playing out. “If you’re that concerned you should go with the boy.”

“Otto, she needs to find a husband she can’t just go to old town to raise her brother.” Viserys says, wanting you to marry.

“She could marry my son, two birds one stone if you will.” Otto says as if just thinking of it, giving the king a thoughtful look. “I know he’s the son of a second son, but if the princess is so worried about the young prince it makes sense. My son Ser Gwayne is looking for a wife and he loves children I’m sure he’d happily care for the young prince with the princess.”

“That does sound like a good idea, what do you say dear?” The king says, thinking that’s a brilliant plan. You able to stay with the babe you seen to care for and he can marry you off.

“I’m staying with Daeron.” You say, making the first decision of your life. Unaware that your husband will let you make many more.

“Then the matter is settled, you and Gwayne shall marry before you all leave for old town in a fortnight.” Otto says with the biggest fake smile, his plan going exactly as he wanted.

-

“Are you sure about this?” Rhaenyra asks you the morning of your wedding, you wearing a dress that Alicent picked out for you. “I can try and get father to change his mind.”

“I’m not letting Daeron go alone.” You say, looking into the mirror while your sister places your mother’s necklace on you. Your older sister thinking you look beautiful.

“Why do you care for him so much?” She asks, knowing you’ve spent most of your time with the babe since he was born. Her having sat out in the gardens with you and the children.

“I don’t know.” You say honestly, having always liked and cared for children. “But I’d do the same if they tried to send your son away.”

“I know you would.” She says, knowing you’ll always protect a child, no matter the circumstances. “You’ve always been the best of us.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, I’ve always been the most obedient, not the best.”

-

“It’s alright.” Gwayne says softly to the baby in his arms, Alicent having passed the babe to him at the reception of his wedding. His sister saying she’d be right back, him knowing otherwise. “We’re leaving for home in two days, are you excited?”

“Not really.” You say appearing at your new husband’s side, having just escaped an awkward conversation with a lady who insinuated that daeron is your son and Alicent is just pretending he’s hers.

“That’s understandable.” He says, knowing it must be difficult to leave home for the first time to live with people you don’t really know. “But I’ll try every day to be a good husband.”

“Thank you.” You tell him softly, silently vowing to be the best wife you can be. Giggling slightly at the boy in his arms who was trying to pull on Gwaynes doublet. “How’s our boy?”

“He’s fine.” Gwayne says smiling at Daeron, the little boy putting his fist in his mouth, clearly having decided the doublet wasn’t as fun. “Brilliant even, I just don’t understand how everyone is so ok with sending him away.”

“Me neither.”

-

“How could anyone not adore him?” Gwayne whispers while you lay in bed together, Daeron sleeping between you both. You on your side so you can watch your boys, Gwayne doing the same.

“He’s perfect.” You say brushing a ginger wave out of the boys face, him looking more and more like Gwayne every day.

“He is.” Your husband agrees, thinking you and Daeron are the best things that have ever happened to him. Him never felling happiness like it when you’re all together.

“Well sorry.” he with an eye roll, smile visibly on his face. The man covered in blood clearly having killed a lot of people to get to you. “It took a while to find which chamber you were in.”

“You’re forgiven.” You say meeting him halfway and giving him a quick kiss. Having missed your husband as he’s been away dealing with something for his brother. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too.” He smirks looking you up and down, wishing you had more time before you needed to leave. “I’ve got you a present.” He say holding out your favourite dagger, you using it threaten him on your wedding night.

“Thank you.” You say kissing him quickly before going to the door. “Come on let’s get out of here, it’s a mess.”

“Let me lead and stay close.” He say taking charge, being the better fighter between the two of you. You never willing to admit it but knowing it to be true, your husband being the best fighter in your lifetime.

“Of course my dragon.”

-

“How should he die, dear?” Daemon asks you with a smirk while the Lord the planned your kidnapping is knelt infront of you both, crying. His son’s dead, bodies dumped next to him for an extra punishment. “Fire? Hanging? Or just a basic beheading.”

“I don’t mind my love, but I do like the idea of fire.” You muse sat in the lords chair, cleaning your bloody dagger. Daemon letting you kill one of the sons who was especially rough with you. “Seems symbolic in a way.”

“As you wish.” He responds smirking, knowing Caraxes will be happy. The dragon loving burning people to death, especially those who disrespected his rider.

-

“Thank you.” You whisper later that night while you cuddles in bed, him holding you close kissing you every so often as if reminding himself you’re still there.

“What for?” He asks drawing shapes on your bare back, not understanding why you’re thanking him for doing his duty as a husband to keep you safe.

“Coming for me.” You say giving him a look when you see him smirking, your husband having an annoyingly dirty mind. “Not like that.”

“I’ll always come for you.” He says simply, wanting you to know that you will always be safe with him.“You’re my wife.”

“I love you.” You whisper for the first time, brushing a strand of hair out his face. Nether of you having said those words before. The most you’ve said is that you desire each other.