Elizabeth

“I’m coming, wait a second.” He tells your daughter sleepily stumbling out of bed. Rosalind having been going through sleep regression and acting like she did when just born and suffering from colic. “Can you go back to sleep, my little princess?”

“Why won’t she let us sleep?” Your half brother Daeron grumbles making you and Gwayne jump, not knowing the boy was in your chambers let alone sleeping on your sofa.

“How long have you been here?” Gwayne asks his favourite nephew, you two have practically raised the boy for the past few years. You having married Gwayne when Daeron was being given as a ward. Your stepmother and his father wanting to tie you to the hightowers. You and Gwayne eventually falling in love over the time of your marriage, Daeron being your first child in all but blood.

“A few hours, I had a nightmare.” He admits knowing you’ll worry given Helaena’s dreams.

“What type?” You ask quickly sitting up to look at him, wanting to check he’s ok.

“It wasn’t a dragon dream.” He reassures, getting off the sofa and joining you in bed, wanting a cuddle. Knowing his dream won’t come true but still wanting comfort.

“Good.” You say kissing the top of his ginger head, knowing your boy is a cuddle fiend like his uncle.

“Do you want to be the best uncle in the world?” Gwayne asks the boy deciding to try his luck as Rosalind if finally sleeping again. Knowing she’ll only sleep on someone’s arms.

“No.” Daeron say snugging into you on Gwayne’s side of the bed, knowing what his uncle wants. “Night uncle Gwayne.”

-

“They’re like cats.” Gwayne muses as you’re all sat in the gardens having a picnic while the dragons play. Stormfrye mothering Tessarion and Shrykos, teaching the young dragons how to hunt/play.

“What?” You ask looking at your husband in confusion, Daeron to occupied playing with a giggle Rosalind. The girl having just learnt how to walk.

“Dragons, they’re like overgrown cats.” He clarifies, never expecting to have 3 almost 4 dragon in his life/family. Your hand resting on your small bump, watching Shrykos pounce Tessarion.

“I suppose you’re right.”

-

“Do we have to?” Daeron asks having just read the letter his mother has sent asking him to go back to kingslanding for a visit. You and Gwayne beginning invited along as Rhaenyra and daemon were also going to be there, it being the kings nameday. “Can’t we just say home?”

“It’s father’s nameday we need to go.” You say fixing Lillian’s toy bunny, Rosalind having accidentally ripped the arm off while playing with her dragon.

“It was his nameday last year and we didn’t go.” Daeron counters, not even knowing his father, Gwayne being his true father. Just as you are his mother.

“That’s because it wasn’t a big one.” You say raising an eyebrow at the boy, knowing he was just trying his luck.

“This is so unfair.” He pouts, crossing his arms over his chest. Wanting to say home with his sisters.

“Life’s unfair sweetheart.”

-

“Right, it’s bedtime.” Gwayne says the night before you have to leave to go back to the red keep. The girls sleeping after you read them their favorite story. Daeron half asleep on his cuddle chair, it being big enough for two.

“Can you carry me?” The boy asks not wanting to walk and missing when Gwayne would carry him to bed most nights when he was little.

“Daeron you’re 10.” Gwayne say with a smile happy to carry the boy.

“And?” He asks in response smiling when Gwayne lets out a dramatic sigh before picking the boy up. “Thank you.”

-

“You must be proud.” A old woman says to you, you all having stoped at a tavern on the way to your father’s nameday celebration. “Your son is a darling young boy, he’s so polite and very good with his sisters.”

“Oh, thank you.” You say not bothering to correct her, Daeron is your son. You raised him, you were the one who would read him to sleep every night.

“He looks just like his father as well.” She says with a laugh seeing Gwayne playing tag with the children in the gardens. Gwayne spinning Rosalind around making her giggle Daeron doing the same to Lillian.

“Someone’s going to die.” You say numbly looking out into the stormy skies, the dragons not even out in it. Almost as if the sky knew of your sorrow. You hating that your dreams are too cryptic to understand until it’s already happened. You still drowning in the guilt of not being able to save your precious little brother Luke.

“Do you know who?” He asks, knowing you won’t, but checking anyway. Standing next to you so he can watch you.

“No.” You respond not looking away from the harsh storm, rain hitting the window harshly, while lighting strikes through the sky.

“What did you see?”

“A great dragon.” You answer, thinking back to the dream that hasn’t left your thoughts since having it. “They get shot out of the sky.” You say finally looking away from the storm to look at him, his face filled with worry. Hating that he can’t stop your dream and the tears that come along with it. “What if it’s you?”

“It won’t be.” He says trying to reassure you cupping your cheek in his hand, trying to comfort you. “Hopefully it’s Aemond or Aegon.”

“You don’t know that.” You say looking into his eyes, tears building in yours. Wishing the dreams would stop or just be more easy to understand.

“You’re right I don’t.” He responds softly kissing the top of your head. “But nether do you.”

“I should.” You say letting him lead you back to bed, knowing you won’t be able to sleep but you know you’ll at least feel slightly better in his arms. “Past dreamers have been able to understand their dreams, why can’t I?”

“I don’t know.” He says softly pulling you close as you get into bed together, not caring that it’s improper. Everyone used to it, to you, by now.

“I hate not knowing.”

“Please, I’ll be quiet I just need a break from everyone else.” Gwayne practically begs, having had enough of his family. His father, sister and her children unexpectedly joining you for your husband’s nameday trip. Daeron being the only one invited as he lives with you and was planning on spending a few days with your cousins children. Your cousin owning the property half a mile away. “I fear I’m going insane.”

“Fine.” You relent knowing your husband will just stand there looking all sad until you let him join you. “But it’s your fault they’re here anyway.”

“I didn’t invite them.” He reminds you, stripping before joining you in the water immediately relaxing from the heat.

“No but you told them where we were going.” You counter giving your husband a look when he pulls you into his arms.

“I thought Alicent deserved to know we were talking her son on holiday with us.” He say defending himself slightly. Regretting tell her as soon as the letter got sent.

“Then that is all you tell her, not that we’re going to be in Dorne between these dates at my wife holiday home in lemonwood.”

“I’m sorry.” He say feeling guilty he unintentionally ruined the little family getaway you had planned with him and Daeron. “I do feel as though I’ve been punished enough though.”

“How so?” You ask straddling his lap, having missed having your husband all to yourself.

“Father and Alicent keep asking when we’re having children and Aegon and Aemond have been causing issues with the servants.” He complains having had to apologise to the servants multiple times. “Helaena has also taken over the on of the spare chambers and made it into a bug room.”

“Ask your father why does he think we came on holiday and set up days where Daeron will be out and just leave Helaena to it, she’s happy.”

“You want me to tell my father that we were planning on making love the whole time we were away?” He asks you raising an eyebrow at you, the man refusing to call sex fucking thinking it’s demeaning. Him loving you no matter the type of sex you have.

“Yes.”

“I won’t be doing that.” He says with a laugh, picturing the shocked and disgusted look on his father’s face if he did.

“Boring.” You tease before kissing him.

-

“I love you.” Gwayne says absentmindedly playing with your hair while you cuddle on the sofa reading in your private solar.

“I love you too.” You respond, giving him a soft smile, you both getting interrupted as the doors get pushed open and your ginger boy is stood in the doorway. Looking so much like his uncle when he wants to hide.

“Aunt, uncle can I hide in here with you? Everyone is driving me crazy.” Daeron asks softly, having just been stuck in a very awkward conversation with his brother. Aegon wanting to visit a pleasure house.

“Of course sweetheart.” You say happy your boy wants to be with you and Gwayne. You having been friends for years before marrying. So you played a part in raising the boy when he moved to old town. “You can always join us.”

“Why did you tell them we were coming uncle Gwayne?” The boy say joining the cuddle pile, not happy that Alicent, Otto and his brothers have joined. Him having to problem with Helaena.

“Because I’m an idiot.”

“Next time can we not tell anyone?” He asks, just wanting an actual family holiday.

“I will not let my favorite child marry a scoundrel.”

“Scoundrel?” Baelor asks raising an eyebrow at his youngest brother. Thinking the whole thing absurd, him suggesting Lyonel so you can be close enough to home to be able to visit more often.

“Yes scoundrel.” Maekar confirms wanting you to stay home. “Especially a Baratheon at that, she deserves a husband who worships the ground she walks on not a man who will party the whole time.”

-

Meanwhile…

“What are you doing here princess?” Lyonel Baratheon asks clearly drunk when he notices you dancing in his tent, you and Daeron having snuck in hours ago.

“Who says I’m a princess?” You tease, looking the handsome Lord up and down while you bite your lip thinking he looks delicious with that antler crown atop his salt and pepper hair. Daeron having disappeared with a whore not that long ago.

“Me.” He says back taking two drinks of a servant walking past and passing one to you. Both of you downing the strong drinks. “Do you wish to dance?”

“I’d love to.” You say leading him onto the dance floor.

-

“Fuck.” You whisper when you wake in a tent, not in your chambers. Already knowing you’re going to be in trouble before remembering you had sex last night. “I’m well and truly fucked.”

“Yeah you are.” Lyonel laughs half asleep not caring he bedded the princess, just pulling you back into his arms when you try to leave.

“It’s not funny my father will kill you.” You say knowing your father will be furious.

“I’d like to see him try.”

-

“I want a fight to the death.” Maekar declares having just found out about what you did last night. You having been summoned to the kings solar with Lyonel, your father and uncle Baelor to try and sort the mess out. You having been seen kissing the Lord before disappearing into his tent.

“Father no.” You say thinking the whole thing to be ridiculous, Daeron having fucked someone and he’s not expected to marry her.

“He dishonoured you!”

“If anything she dishonoured me.” Lyonel mumble to himself thinking back to the night before, you tying him to the bed before using him for your own pleasure.

“Maekar you aren’t killing him.” Baelor say, head resting in his hand. Not expecting to be dealing with this first thing in the morning.

“Why not!” Maekar snaps, wanting the man dead.

“Because I’m going to marry him.” You say having already spoken to Lyonel about it on the walk to the solar. Him needing to find a wife anyway.

“No.” Maekar responds crossing his arms over his chest stubbornly. “It’s not happening.”

-

“You ever upset her-.” Maekar says to your new husband at the feast after. You dancing with your sisters as Maekar takes the opportunity to threaten your husband.

“I know she’ll kill me.” Lyonel responds, having been waiting for this talk all day. You having warned him about it.

“I will kill you.” Maekar corrects, already having a long list of the different ways he could do it.

“I’m more scared of her.” Lyonel admits, finding you equally beautiful as you are scary. You pulling a dagger on him the night before saying that if he fucked anyone without your permission you’d cut his dick off.

“She is, she’s just so..” Jace agrees trying to think of a word to describe the girl you both love. Baela having to make the first move given Jace was attempting to be proper, not wanting to dishonour her. That quickly changed after you made him watch you and Baela.

“Ethereal.” You finish for your husband. A stray hair falling out of Baela’s braid as she hits another arrow into the centre of her target. “How did we get so lucky?”

“I don’t know but I thank the gods everyday for it.”

“Are you two done drooling over my daughter?” Daemon asks you both a smirk on his face as you and Jace both jump, hands going to weapons before noticing it was just daemon and Rhaenyra.

“Mother, daemon we weren’t expecting you.” Jace says ignoring the comment about drooling over Baela knowing it was true but wanting her to tell her father on her own terms. “Can we help you with anything?”

“We were thinking of sending Baela north to find a husband-.”

“No!” You say quickly before remembering yourself.“I mean I don’t think Baela would like that.”

“Really? Why? Surely she’s lonely with you two now wed?” Rhaenyra asks the suspicions she’s had for moons just having been confirmed.

“No she’s perfectly fine.” Jace says just as quickly, subtly never being your strong suits. “Brilliant even.”

“Who’s brilliant?” Baela asks having made her way over after noticing her father and stepmother were also watching her. Not just her lovers who she was having fun making all flustered, knowing you both love watching her train or fly on moondancer.

“You.” You and Jace say in unison.

“What do you think of marriage?” Daemon asks his eldest daughter, him and Rhaenyra having a bet on who will cave first and announce that all three of you are together. Him thinking you, Rhaenyra thinking Jace. Both assuming Baela is the least likely to break. “There are some northern lords your grandmother thinks you’d like.”

“Unless they’re the prince and princess I’m not interested.” She says simply a small smirk on her face as she knew about the bet. Having overheard them talking about it one evening. Her kissing your cheek before talking yours and Jace’s hands in her own. “We’re going for a ride, we’ll be back by dinner.”

“She’s good.” Daemon says watching his daughter lead her lovers off to the dragon pits, Jace completing he didn’t get a kiss.

“Lady Quickly, her father is friends with Otto.” Rhaenyra tells you, you become close with the princess given Alicent’s hatred for you both. “She’s gotten close to the queen recently.”

“Oh.” You say, not knowing how to feel. You know Gwayne would never cheat on you, him making it clear that Loyalty and trust is important to him.

“Why, are you jealous?” Rhaenyra ask nudging you, happy to have a friend again. Even if just for a while.

“I'm not jealous! I just… It just bothers me that… Holy shit. I'm jealous.” You say coming to the realisation. To court up in your emotions to notice your husband sneak away from his sister and the odd lady who kept trying to touch him. Gwayne making you jump when he wraps his arms around your waist, pressing a light kiss to your neck. “Fuck, you scared me.”

“Sorry my love.” He says softly, hiding his face in your neck as you say goodbye to Rhaenyra, her going to find her husband. “I just needed to get away from that mess.” He mumbles hating every second of that. “I think my sister is trying to sell me.”

“Really?” You ask your voice going high, not sure how to deal with the emotion you’ve never really felt before. “What do you think of that?”

“Really weird.” He admits, hating when his family do things like this. The knight having to beg his father to let him marry you. Before ending up marrying you without telling his father, consequences be dammed. Otto never really getting over what he deemed as a betrayal. “Even if I wasn’t married to the love of my life I’d never want to marry a woman my father and sister love.”

“Really?” You ask having felt insecure the past few weeks especially given all the comments about how you’ve been married for a year and you’re still not with child.

“Really.” He says giving you his signature smirk. “I love you, I always will. Besides that woman is crazy.”

“Come with me.” You say quickly a smile on your lips, wanting to leave the stupid feast and be with your husband. Taking his hand as you look for an exit.

“What? My love.” He whispers, looking around checking his father or sister aren’t looking. Knowing they would stop you both from leaving.

“That seems like a her problem and with any luck she’ll never find out.” He says half asleep, nuzzling his face into your neck wanting to go back to sleep.

“That’s never going to happen.” You reply with a light giggle, his hair tickling you. “I love you.”

“I love you too, so either fuck me or let me sleep.”

-

“Why is he here?” Jace demands when he sees you enter for breakfast holding your husband’s hand in yours. Him uncomfortable as he knows your brothers don’t like him. Especially after what Aemond said in driftmark.

“He’s my husband.” You say simply, sitting down and gesturing for Aegon to sit next to you. Him giving Rhaenyra an awkward nod before sitting, doing his best to ignore the glares from your siblings. “Baela can you pass the juice?”

“What!” Jace shouted, staring at you in shock. It taking a moment to process what you just said.

“I asked for the juice.” You say simply not even bothering to hide your smirk while you lean back in your seat.

“You know that’s not what I meant!” Jace argues, Baela and Rhaena deciding not to get involved and younger boys not understanding what’s going on, Luke just staring.

“I married him last night.” You say filling Aegon’s plate with food. You never seeing him this silent.

“Why?” Luke asks, looking between you both.

“I love him.” You answer filling your own plate. Your mother giving you a look, her thinking you would have introduced him properly not just have him turn up for breakfast.

“Why?” Luke ask, not knowing why you would voluntarily marry Aegon. “He’s Aegon, you said you’d rather drink wildfire than marry him when grandsire mentioned it.”

“Wildfire?” Aegon asks giving you a look. You just smiling innocently at him. “Really?”

-

“Raw.” Aegon says playing on the floor with young Aegon. Your little brother adoring your husband, the man playing with him constantly. Husband Aegon walking around on all fours with little Aegon pretending he’s riding a dragon. “Raw, we must rescue the princess.”

“Of please save me my prince.” You say dramatically standing on the sofa pretending to have been captured. The toddler giggling the whole time. None of you seeing your mother and brother watching from the doorway, Jace deciding maybe your husband isn’t as bad as he thought.

-

“I love you.” You say pulling a smiling Aegon into your chambers him having just read young Aegon a bedtime story. You thinking of the future as you watched them.

“I love you too.” He says kissing you letting you push him onto the bed, your husband smirking the whole time. “What’s all this for?”

“Put a baby in me.” You say climbing onto him, giggling when he flips you over so he’s on top.

“As you wish.” He says kissing down you.

-

“He’s so smug.” Aegon says as you both watch Sunfrye and Stormfrye flying around together and sharing a sheep.

“So’s she.” You agree leaning into his arms both of you smiling, happy your dragons made this happen.

-

“This is so good.” You say a few weeks later eating toast with raspberry jam. You not seeing the look your mother and daemon share. Rhaenyra craving toast with raspberry jam when with child.

“Do you want my toast?” Aegon asks when he sees you eyeing up his plate him buttering it. At your nod he just giving it to you, deciding to have fruit instead.

“Your grace.” A servant says awkwardly from the doorway, clearly out of breath from running. “The king is here.”

-

“Father, Alicent, Otto, what a lovely surprise what can we do for you?” Rhaenyra asks giving her father a hug and letting him sit down, the man clearly tired after the walk.

“Where is Aegon?” Alicent demands glaring at her ex friend. Thinking Rhaenyra must have something do to with her eldest son having been missing for at least a fortnight. Not knowing her son had actually been gone for almost two moons.

“I’m here.” Aegon says not surprised his family didn’t notice him sat at the table, you reluctantly placed your toast down on the plate.

“Where have you been?” Otto demands, thinking his grandson a fool. “You’ve been missing over a fortnight!”

“Getting married.” He responds, taking a bite of his your toast.

“What!” Alicent shouts absolutely furious praying it’s a bad joke.

“Meet my wife.” He say gesturing at you, you just giving an awkward wave in response. “We got married around two moons ago.”

“This is your fault!” Alicent shouts turning on Rhaenyra thinking it was her plot all along. Ignoring the timeframe. “You planned this!”

“Mother didn’t know.” You say quickly, not wanting your mother to take the blame for a decision you and Aegon made together. “No one did, we did it in secret.”

“What were you thinking!” Otto snaps, looking at his grandson. The boy ruining all his plans.

“Enough!” The king interrupts, not caring for all the shouting. “Has the marriage been consummated?”

“Yes.” You and Aegon answer in unison not noticing Jace also say yes, your brother having been traumatised after walking into the dragon pits one night.

“Then there’s nothing we can do.” He says simply before looking over at a servant. “Prepare our chambers we’ll stay a few days.”

“Give her moon tea!” Alicent demands, wanting Aegon to marry Helaena, not Rhaenyras daughter.

“No.” Aegon answers leaving no room for discussion. Daemon giving him a brief look of respect. “That’s not happening.”

“Aegon!”

“I’ve married her, I love her, I will be her king consort and her husband.” He says, sounding more serious than he ever has. He can handle the comments made about him but he won’t let his wife deal with it, not if he can help it anyway. “I’m not leaving her.”

“It has happened they are married, it cannot be undone.” The king says only coming on the trip to visit Rhaenyra and her children anyway. Aegon if anything doing him a favour. “Now, I would like to see my grandchildren.”

“Of course father.”

-

“She’s happy.” Rhaenyra says to her father as they sit in her private solar having tea. The old man having missed his eldest daughter, in his own way. “She loves him and I think she’s with child.”

“She’s with child?” He asks shocked thinking they must of married because of it. “When did they marry?”

“Almost two moons ago now.” She says reassuring her father that nothing happened. “She doesn’t know, she just won’t stop eating toast.”

“Your mother was the same when carrying you.” He about to continue when there’s a knock at the door and Aegon enters.

“You called for me?” He asks awkwardly for the doorway not knowing what to say to his father.

“Sit.” His father says gesturing towards the empty seat between the father and daughter.

“I’m not sorry.” Aegon says after a few moments of silence. “I’d marry her again in an instant.”

“How long have you been gone from kingslanding?” Viserys asks his son, who he hasn’t paid attention to for years.

“Two moons.”

“Very well, if Rhaenyra will take you, you can stay here with your wife.” Viserys says, feeling slightly guilty that no one noticed the prince was missing for over a moon. Rhaenyra asking if you both could stay living with her on dragonstone. “On the condition that you visit once the child is old enough to travel.”

“Thank you.”

-

“Twins!” You and Aegon exclaim in shock, the maester have just told you that you are carrying multiple babes. “As in two?”

“Yes princess ‘as in two’.” The maester confirms, a small smile on his face.

“What the fuck.”

-

“This is your fault.” You groan in pain, your labours having started hours ago. Aegon refusing you leave your side.

“I know it is.” He says softly brushing your sweaty hair out of your face. Having let you blame him since the labors began, deeming it best he doesn’t mention your the one who told him to put said baby in you.

“I hate you so much.” You cry knowing your lying but in to much pain to care.

“I love you too, my love.” He says knowing you love him.

“Can they just get out of me!” You shout as a painful contraction runs through you.

“They will.” He says kissing your hand. “I’m here my love, all will be well.”

-

“They’re perfect.” Aegon whispers looking at the newborn twins. You two still not having decided on names as your son will be king one day. Him being born 10 minutes before his sister.

“Can I come in?” Rhaenyra asks from the doorway, having let you have some time just you and the babies before coming to visit you.

“Muña, come meet your grandchildren.” You say tiredly your mother staying with you for most of your labors.

“They’re perfect.” She says softly looking down at the babes. “What have you named them?”

“We don’t know yet.” You admit, you and Aegon having spoken about it endlessly just not finding ones that fit. “Do you have any suggestions?”

“Aemma and Aerion?” She suggests, thinking of her mother but not wanting to pressure you. Aerion just coming to her as she looks at the little boy. “Your father always liked the name Aerion.”

“I love it.”

-

“Come on my little princess let’s go see muña.” Aegon says to his crying daughter. Aerion already sleeping in your bed, the boy waking in the night and refusing to go back to his own bed. “Shhh there’s no need for all this crying.” He says bouncing the 14 moon old, pressing a soft kiss to her hair. Dreading having to visit him mother in a few days, having been putting it off for moons now.

“Is she ok?” You ask your husband as he comes in holding Aemma, the girl clinging to her father. Aerion sleeping like a starfish in the middle of the bed using his toy dragon Jace got for him as a pillow. The nursemaid not being able to settle the children tonight.

“She’s fine.” He says giving you a soft smile. Thinking you look beautiful in your night dress, hair messy and half asleep. “She just wanted to join us.” He says placing the little girl on the bed, her moving to cuddle her brother. You both smiling softly at the sight of your sleepy babies.

-

“Hello my sweet girl.” You say greeting Stormfrye ready to ride to kingslanding with the children. Shrykos and Brightflame napping in the corner while Sunfrye chatters to Aegon and Aemma. You holding your sleeping son. “Are you ready?”

Stormfrye chattering at her children, letting Brightflame climb up her while Shrykos does the same to Sunfrye. The hatchling joining you on his mother’s back before she takes flight.

-

“Are you alright?” You ask your husband, wanting to be there for him but not really sure how to be as you don’t now how the visit will go. Alicent refusing to speak to ether of you when she was at dragonstone.

“No, but there’s no turning back now.” He says taking a breath and kissing the back of your hand. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Kepa up.” Aemma says pulling at her father’s doublet wanting to be held, Aerion holding your hand being a big boy and wanting to walk himself.

-

“Mother.” Aegon says nodding to his mother in greeting. The king summoning you to his solar not able/bothering to go down to greet you. “Father.”

“Let me see them.” Viserys says wanting to see the children that Rhaenyra had written about. “What are they’re names?”

“Aerion and aemma.” You say, sitting on the sofa next to your grandsire. Aerion exploring the room while Aemma climbs into your lap, Aegon looking at the wine.

“Aemma?”

“Mother suggested it.” You respond, kissing the side of little Aemma’s head as she plays with your necklace.

“It’s fitting.” He say softly his granddaughter looking so much like Rhaenyra when she was that age. “Alicent look at them.”

“I am.” She says still stood stiffly by the window.

“Aerion, no.” Aegon say quickly picking your son up as he tries to steal the kings cup, that definitely held milk of the poppy.

“Want uncle Jace.” The pouts, Jace being his favourite person at the moment. His uncle letting the boy play with his things.

“I, it’s ‘I want uncle Jace’.” You correct, having been working on the children’s grammar. “And we’re visiting Grandsire you can see uncle Jace when we get home.”

“Home?” Alicent asks giving her son a light glare, thinking he was moving back.

“They do live on dragonstone, your Grace.” You say giving her a fake smile. Knowing you will always resent the woman after the way she treated your mother and brothers.

“Of course.”

“Can we play?” Aemma asks carefully, finding this boring. Wanting to do something fun not just sit around as an old man looks at her regretfully.

“Later sweetheart.” You say softly, happy you’re going to see Helaena soon. You always having cared for the girl.

-

“That actually went well.” You say letting your husband undo the ties of your day dress. You both getting ready for dinner, Viserys insisting on every attending.

“I know I was expecting mother to insult them or us.” He say, kissing your neck, trying to think of an excuse as to why you can’t go to dinner. Wanting to spend the evening with you.

“I’m sure she’ll do it eventually.” You tease knowing his mother was biting her tongue as you only saw the woman when the king was present.

“How was it with Helaena?” He asks, wishing he’s been able to join you.

“Good, Aemma loves her, she was fascinated by the bugs.” You say picking out the dress you’re going to wear while Aegon starts getting ready.

“That’s good.” Aegon says undressing with his back to you. Unsure of how to mention what him and Aerion did today with Aemond. “Aerion bit Aemond.”

“Why am I not surprised?” You say with a sigh knowing your son has been going through a faze of biting people he doesn’t like.

“Because our son is chaos incarnate?”

“He’ll be king one day.” You say as if only just realising your energetic little dragon will be ruler of the seven kingdoms.

“He’ll settle down, eventually.” Aegon say hopefully.

-

“Aemond stop glaring at your nephew.” Alicent says giving her second son a look.

“He bit me.”

“You probably deserved it.” You say, still not liking your uncle/brother by law.

“Kepa can we have story?” Aemma asks sweetly, desperate for her princess buttercup story.

“At bedtime yes.” Aegon confirms, loving reading to the children every night. You teaching him the story your mother taught you.

“I want muña story.” Aerion pouts, the boy not realising it’s the exact same story just told slightly differently. “Muña’s fun.”

“It’s the same story darling.” You say softly knowing the boy loves story time no matter who’s telling it. Him once falling asleep as Joffrey tried telling it.

“What’s the story?” Helaena asks curiously, loving stories. Especially the ones you used to read with her when you were children hiding out in the library from the boys.

“Princess bride!” Aemma exclaims happily.

“No it pirate Wesley!” Aerion argues refusing to call it its actual name.

“Is that the one with Prince Humperdinck? It was Rhaenyra’s favorite story as a child, her mother would read it to her every night.” Viserys says trying to be included in the conversation.

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“Home sweet home.” Aegon say flopping into bed after you’ve put the children to bed. Arriving back in dragonstone a few hours ago. “Oh how I’ve missed you.”

“We were gone for 3 days.” You say smiling at your handsome husband, him resting his hands on your hips as you mount him. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“I say we don’t visit for at least another two years.” He says puckering his lips at you, wanting a kiss.

“How do you propose we do that?” You ask after giving him the kiss he was asking for.

“I have an idea.” He says with a smirk hand trailing up your thigh.

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