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“Both of you shut the fuck up and go for walk!” Maekar interjects, fed up with all the shouting. Aerion then trying to follow you when you storm off. “In different directions!”

-

“Ohh, I’m Aerion I think I’m a dragon in human form when actually I’m just a blond bitch with a god complex.” You mumbling to yourself as you explore the caves on dragonstone, dismissing your guards as you wanted to be alone. “He’s suck a prick.” At that you feel a hot blow of air hit you, almost as if the big pile of rocks that looked a bit scaly let out an exhale. “Huh, I didn’t know rocks could do that?”

As is the rock heard you it opened its eye??? Since when did rocks have eyes? And just huffed again almost as if waiting for you to notice it. “Not a rock.” You mumble to yourself as it moves its head to look at you. “Holy shit, you’re a dragon!”

The massive dragon just lets out another huff as if saying ‘obviously’.

“How long have you been here? You’re massive, no offence, I’m only asking because like 10 years ago my cousin Aelan when missing on dragonstone when he went into the caves. Did you eat him? I wouldn’t be mad from what I remember he was a major dick.” You say looking at the dragon who seemed to take up most of the cave. It? Him? Her? Just looking at you like you’re an idiot. “Can I pet you?”

“Oh right you only understand High Valyrian, how do you say please don’t eat me?” You ask the dragon, trying to think back on your lessons, you spending most of the time trying to annoy your brother and cousins. Deciding to just continue talking when all you can remember is sit and fire. “Can I claim you? It’s just Aerion will be pissed if I claim a dragon before him. If not I can just leave you to your cave.”

At your request the dragon just lifts its head and you think it’s going to eat you, but he just gently grabs the back of your dress with his front teeth and places you near his back. Like he was telling you to climb on. “What ever you say bud.” You say not really sure what’s going on but just going with it while you climb the dragon, sitting on his neck. “What now?”

“Holy shit!” You exclaim clinging to the dragon when he stands and starts walking out the cave, spreading his massive wings in the entrance before taking flight. “What the fuck is happening!?”

-

“Daeron? Did you drug me?” Valarr asks sat in the courtyard with his cousin, father and uncle. The men sat drinking wine while discussing random things, waiting for the king to join them.

“Not that I know off.” Daeron says to his cousin, swirling wine around in his glass while leaning back in his chair. “Why?”

“Because I think that’s a dragon.” Valarr says looking at the massive outline of a dragon in the sky.

“What?” Maekar asks his nephew, thinking Valarr has been spending too much time with Aerion.

“Are you quite well Valarr?” Baelor asks quickly checking his son’s temperature, but finding it to be normal.

“Look.” He says pointing.

“No yeah, I think that’s a dragon.” Daeron says sitting up staring at the massive creature fly through the sky. Baelor and Maekar just staring in shock, too stunned to speak. “How hasn’t it been seen before?”

“What the fuck.”

-

“Yes!” Aerion shouts running over to you as you climb off the dragon, him meeting you at the bottom. His eyes wide as pulls you into a hug. “Thank you.”

“What?” You ask, him swaying you both back and forth in happiness. Pressing kisses all over your face, dragon just looking at you like ‘really? This is your mate?’

“You got me a dragon!” Aerion says practically vibrating in excitement. “This is the best proposal ever!”

“Fuck off he’s mine!” You say, not mentioning the so called proposal.

“Sweetheart, where did you find this dragon?” Baelor asks cautiously, the kings guard stood behind him, hands on swords. Maekar slightly in front of the man ready to push him out the way if the dragon attacks.

“He was in the caves.” You say casually, patting the dragons side. Aerion not letting you go as he gently strokes the dragon.

“The caves? The one place I told you not to go, especially unsupervised. Those caves?” Your father asks raising an eyebrow at you, not sure how to address the dragon situation properly so focusing on you not listening to the one rule of dragonstone.

“Uhhh, no comment?” You say awkwardly, a sheepish smile on your face. Aerion kissing your cheek before trying to climb your dragon. Dragon (you really need to find out its name) just shaking slightly to get Aerion off him. Aerion begins lucky you clearly like the annoying creature or dragon would have eaten him. “Plus side I found a dragon and i think I’ve found out what happened to cousin Aelan.”

“Aerion get of it you fucking moron.” Maekar snaps at his second son, not liking him being so close to the massive dragon that could wipe out all of the family in a breath. “It’s not safe.”

“Bronzey’s nice he won’t hurt him, much.” You say trying out a new name for your dragon who just lets out a noise of disagreement, clearly not liking the name. “Not bronzey got it.”

“What are you doing?” Baelor asks you, thinking he’s going to need a very large bottle of wine tonight.

“I’m trying to work out his name. It’s definitely not dragon, rocky, bud or bronzey.”

“If he’s who I think he is you might have more luck with Vermithor.” King Daeron says walking through the guards with a proud look on his face. The dragon ,Vermithor, letting out a happy noise at his name. “Well done sweetheart, you’ve found the last living dragon.”

“Father, it’s not safe.” Maekar says trying to get the king to go back into the castle. At least until he’s sure the dragon isn’t a threat.

“Oh hush Maekar you worry to much, your niece has just restored the Targaryen name.” King Daeron says walking over to you, so he can admire the dragon up close. Vermithor weirdly liking the attention. “He’s magnificent.”

“And me.” Aerion adds, hand on your waist. “I helped.”

“What have you done, my boy?” King Daeron asks, knowing Aerion has nothing to do with you finding the dragon. He was too busy pestering the old man, begging to be allowed to marry you.

“If we didn’t get into that argument she would have never found our shared dragon Vermithor.”

“Right.”

“And given the fact we’re got a dragon we should call off the possible betrothal with the Lannister’s and she should marry me instead. So dragons stay in the family obviously.” Aerion says, trying to should logical and decently not that he’s desperate to marry you.

“Surly it would make more sense for me to marry Valarr with that logic?” You ask him with a smirk on your face, loving when he gets all pathetic.

“No, definitely me.” He says, not wanting you to marry anyone else. Him being in love with you since you were children.

“What would you do if you were the one to find Vermithor?” You ask him softly wrapping your arms around his neck, looking into his eyes. Not caring about the audience.

“Threaten to burn the world if I couldn’t have you.” He says softly, hand coming up to brush your cheek. “I do it too.”

“That’s so romantic.” You say about to kiss him before Vermithor lets out a grumble annoyed he’s not the center of attention.

“Romantic?” Maekar whispers to Baelor both of them sharing a look at their odd children.

-

“This is so unfair.” Matarys says stabbing his chicken with his fork, sulking that you found a dragon and he didn’t. “Valarr gets to be king, you find a dragon, what do I have? Nothing.”

“How come Aerion gets a dragon.” Egg asks also sulking, not finding it fair that Aerion gets a dragon and he doesn’t. All of you sat outside for dinner, Vermithor sunning himself on the cliffs.

“He hasn’t got a dragon, I do.” You say rolling your eyes at the young boys, having to share a plate with Aerion as he refuses to let go of you. You having to sit on his lap, everyone else just ignoring how improper it is.

“We do, married couples share.” Aerion corrects bringing your fork to his mouth.

“We’re not even married.” You say leaning forward slightly to get some more wine. Aerion quickly pulling you back.

“Yet.”

“How are we meant to explain this?” Baelor asks his father, the king the only ‘adult’ who’s not stressing out over Vermithor. King Daeron having a lovely conversation with other Daeron about different wines before Baelor interrupted.

“Explain what?” The king asks, his free hand in his wife’s while she talks to the other children.

“That we leave to go on a family holiday and the princess comes back with a dragon.” Baelor says clearly stressing about what to do and how to explain to the lords and commons folks.

“The bronze furry at that.” Maekar interjects pouring more wine into his and Baelor’s glasses.

“He’s so sweet I don’t know why he’s called that.” You say smiling at your dragon who’s just swallowed a bird whole.

-

“You are a goddess.” Aerion says kissing you in bed, him meant to be in his own chambers. “My goddess.” He whispers kissing down your neck when there’s a knock at the door. He quickly stops and you look at each other panicking. “What do we do?”

“Sweetheart, it’s me.” Baelor says through the door knocking again. Aerion quickly getting off the bed and looking for somewhere to hide. When you go over to the door to let your father in. Aerion slipping under the bed as the doors open. “Hello sweetheart, I hope I didn’t disturb you.”

“You didn’t.” You say smoothing your hair slightly letting him in and going to the seating area. “Why are you here?”

“I’ve spoken to the king and we’ve agreed you and Aerion can marry.” Baelor says, knowing you didn’t mean the question rudely. Luckily not hearing the sharp intake of breath from under your bed, or the whispered ‘fuck yes.’

“Really?” You ask trying to mask your excitement at the news.

“Yes, Maekar is just going to tell Aerion so he’ll probably come visit you tonight. But please if he does come and see you be respectful.”

“Of course.” You say as your chamber doors open and Maekar lets himself in.

“Maekar what are you doing here? I thought you were speaking with Aerion.” Baelor asks his brother ever more confused when Maekar looks under your bed.

“Ow.” Aerion says as he’s pulled out from under your bed by the arm. “Hello, lovely weather isn’t it?”

“You know what? I don’t care. We’ll talk tomorrow.” Baelor says kissing your cheek, just wanting to go to bed, too tired to deal with all this shit. “Good night.”

-

“I can’t believe we get dragonstone.” Aerion says, looking around your new chambers. You being named princess of dragonstone, Valarr still future king obviously.

“Well we have got the only dragon.” You say dismissing the servants who have been unpacking for you, Aerion not even noticing as he’s looking through the window at Vermithor resting on the rocks, having just flown back from kingslanding. The dragon finally letting Aerion ride him with you.

“For now.” Aerion says critically, already thinking of names.

“What are you insinuating?” You ask walking over to him, your husband looking incredibly smug.

“Daeron had a dream with lots of dragons so ether we have lots of children or lots of dragons.” He says smirking as he looks you up and down. “Or both.”

“I like both.” You say leading him to the bed.

-

“What are you pouting about?” You ask sat by the fire knitting a blanket as Aerion dramatically flops onto the sofa letting out a huff.

“Vermithor won’t let me ride him without you.” Your pouty husband responds, having just come from the dragon. Vermithor moving every time Aerion tried to mount him.

“Well he is my dragon and we can go for a ride later.” You say wanting to finish your knitting project first or you know you’ll never finish it. Only having a few rows left to complete.

“You’re with child.” Aerion says giving you a look, not wanting you riding a real dragon in your condition.

“And?” You ask, having already spoken to the Maesters about it and them saying a lot of Targaryen women still rode when they were with child. “The maesters said it’s fine and Vermithor won’t let me if he thinks it’s not safe.”

“Isn’t he wonderful.” Aerion says holding the scaly thing in his arms, scratching the top of its head. Stormfrye laying next to you both, just watching. “His name is brighflame.”

“He’s… small.” Are the words you settle on, not sure what to say as you got told he had a large vicious dragon that could rival Vermithor. “Has he grown since hatching?”

“Of course, he’s just had a growth spurt actually he’s grown an inch over the past 4 moons.” Aerion brags smiling as stormfrye nudges him with her large snout, wanting to look at the little dragon.

“Oh, that’s nice.” You say trying to hide a laugh when the little dragon sneezes fire shooting out of its snout. Areion not even caring his sleeve is now singed.

“Shall we go to bed then?” Aerion says still smiling as you scratch Stormfrye thinking your the best wife he could ever ask for. “Brightflame needs a bedtime story or he won’t sleep through the night.”

-

“He sleeps in your chambers?” You ask the servants having been dismissed after getting you ready for bed. You removing your jewellery yourself while Aerion gets undressed behind the privacy screen. Brightflame curling up in the fireplace to sleep.

“Our chambers.” Aerion corrects coming out from behind the diver naked, seemingly not caring when you choke in shock and quickly look at the ceiling. “And yes of course, I do feel bad for Stormfrye doesn’t she get lonely all on her own at bed time?”

“No, if she does she just calls for me.” You say getting under the covers, trying not to watch as Aerion joins you. “She used to sleep outside my window.”

“We can move out chambers so she can sleep outside our window.” He offers moving over in bed to cuddle you. “I’ll talk to father about it.”

“You don’t need to.” You say grateful he can’t see how flustered you are, rolling onto your side so you’re not facing him. “Good night.”

“Good night my dragoness.” He said kissing the back of your neck before he starts to spoon you. Him falling asleep almost instantly.

-

“Aerion what are you doing?” You ask a few weeks later seeing your husband pack up some of his things, servants doing the same to yours.

“Our new chambers are ready.” He says picking up some of brightflames toys off the floor and putting them into a box.

“What?” You ask confused moving out of the way, so some of the servants can leave with you and your husband’s things.

“Our new chambers.” He repeats, giving you a massive smile. “They’re next to the new dragon pits so stormfrye doesn’t get lonely. I’ve also made a little dragon flap in the wall so Brightflame can sleep with her if he’d like.”

“Oh, that’s sweet of you.” You say finding your husband odd but sweet in his own weird way. You’ve noticed over the past few weeks of marriage he’s been doing all he can to make you happy, it’s working.

“I know.” He says kissing your cheek before leaving the chambers holding a box of dragon toys.

-

“Where’s brighflame?” Aerion asks half asleep stumbling out of bed, naked obliviously, wrapping his arms around your waist while you stand on the balcony he had made looking into the dragon pit.

“Cuddling stormfrye.” You say a smile on your face, leaning into your husband’s arms you both watching Brightflame sleep on Stormfreyes stomach the girl sleeping on her back. “Thank you.”

“For what?” He asks nuzzling his face into your neck wanting to go back to sleep but not being able to sleep without you.

“Being you.” You say turning around in his arms so you can kiss him. “I love you.”

You’re happy drinking and dancing with strangers when someone bumps into you. “I’m so sorry m’lady, I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“That perfectly fi-.” You start saying before starting at the tall man in shock, not thinking you would ever see him again. “Dunk?”

“Ivy?” He asks back just as shocked not paying attention to the people bumping into him. The now man having grown since you last saw him and he definitely wasn’t wearing lord Baratheon’s antler crown at the time. “Why are you in Ashford?”

“It’s good to see you dunk.” You say to him when you see Lyonel Baratheon made him way over, dancing to the music as he does so. “And I’m sorry.”

“What for?” He asks, just happy to see the girl who stole his first kiss.

“Now what do we have here?” Lyonel asks, throwing his arm over your shoulder to stop you from running away.

“My lord.” You greet, having met Lyonel at the last tourney you attended, him asking for your favour in order to upset your brother.

“You know ivy?” Dunk asks even more confused as he thought you worked for the Targaryen princess.

“Ivy? This is the Targaryen princess everyone been talking about.” Lyonel says, giving his new friend a look, thinking dunk must just be very drunk. “Why are you in my tent princess?”

“I wanted to see what all the fuss was about my lord.” You answer simply taking his wine to drink for yourself. Making the Targaryen hating man burst out laughing at your cheek. “I was just talking to your friend here.”

“Ah yes Ser Duncan the tall.” Lyonel says slapping the tall man on the arse, making dunk turn a deeper shade of red.

“Ser Duncan, it’s fitting.” You say to the man you remember, the man you always knew would be a good knight.

“I know I’m tall.”

“No, you seem like you’ll be a fine knight.” You say giving him a gentle smile before remembering yourself. “Anyway I must take my leave, if ether of you see a little silver/gold haired boy send him my way, my little brother has gone for a walk without permission.”

Kingslanding 5 years ago…

“Please, I’ll give you whatever you want, just let me go.” You say to the creepy old man who pushed you up against a wall as you were walking past with a basket of herbs. Wearing your maids clothes with a shall covering your hair, so no one could tell you’re a Targaryen princess.

“Get away from her!” A tall boy who looks around your age shouts pushing the man away. The man in response pulls a knife ready to stab the boy but in the man’s distracted state you punch him in the face and grab the boys hand before running. Dragging the boy with you. “Are you alright m’lady?” The tall boy asks once you get a safe distance away. “Did he hurt you?”

“He didn’t hurt me.” You say resting a hand on your chest to steady your breathing after running so quickly. “And I’m no lady, ser.”

“I’m no ser.” He responds blushing, looking down at the floor in embarrassment.

“You act like one.” You say softly giving the handsome boy a smile.

“Oh, uh, I’m dunk.” He says awkwardly holding out his hand for you to shake, making you giggle as you do so.

“Hello dunk.” You say a smile not leaving your face, even when he gives you a look waiting for you to introduce yourself. “I’m, uh.” You say looking around before seeing something grow on the wall. “Ivy.”

-

“Dunk!” You shout, having become fast friends with the tall boy, sneaking out every day to spent time with him. Hiding something behind your back when you reach him. “I’ve got you something.”

“What is it?” He asks, seeing a basket him your hands behind your back.

“My lady didn’t want lunch so she gave it to me, I thought we could share it.” You say showing him the picnic basket. “It has sandwiches and fresh fruit.”

“You didn’t have to.” He says softly, but not turning you down as he hasn’t eaten in days. He doesn’t need to know you brought extra just for him and only ate an apple so he could have the rest.

“I wanted to.” You say taking his hand in yours before leading him to a more private place so he could eat. “Come on.”

-

“I’ll miss you.” You say softly, having to leave to go back to summerhall in the morning. Pulling the boy into a hug, wishing you could stay in his arms forever.

“I’ll miss you too.” He says holding you tight, you being the best person he’s ever met. Selfishly wishing you could stay with him forever. “I wish you could stay.”

“Me too, but we’ll meet again.” You say placing your hands on his face, his still around your waist.

“How do you know?” He asks sadly thinking this will be the last time he’ll even get to see you.

“Can I kiss you?” All he does is nod in response, thinking you might kiss him on the cheek. But you don’t, you kiss him on the lips. It takes him a second to register it but once he does he reciprocates. The kiss was a mess but it was perfect at the same time.

-

Ashford

“Iv- I mean princess, may I speak with you.” Dunk says following you out of the tent, not understanding what’s going on.

“Of course, but we can’t do it here.” You say, knowing he deserves an explanation but you can’t do it with drunkards wandering and possibly listening in.

“We can go to my tree, my squire is there but I can send him away for a bit.” Dunk says looking down at the floor not sure how to act around you anymore.

“Lead the way.” You say softly before taking his hand in yours. Having missed the weight of it. Him trying to hide a smile while you walk. Explaining everything while you walk. “I’m sorry I lied to you about who I am.”

“It’s ok, I… get it.” He says softly not happy with you but understanding, the two of you reaching his tree. Finding a hairless boy sat in front of a fire, a small blanket wrapped around his shoulders.

“Egg?” You exclaim in shock, not expecting to find your brother with your first and only love.

“Shit.” The boy says quickly standing up, looking at you awkwardly. “Please don’t be mad.”

“You know my squire?” Dunk asks even more confused about what’s going on.

“Your squire? He’s my brother.” You clarify, both of you looking at the young boy for an explanation. “Egg what’s going on?”

-

“Marry me.” You say to dunk the night before he’s meant to leave with Egg. The man taking your brother to squire. You all having spent the past 3 moons at summerhall, dunk getting official training before leaving with egg. You both getting to know each other again.

“What?” He asks choking on his drink you’d given him after dragging him into your chambers, after checking no one else was around. Sat on the sofa together.

“I love you, and I don’t want to be apart from you again. So will you marry me?” You ask again, knowing he needs some time to process. Taking his wine off him and placing it on the table in front of you, wanting his attention fully on you.

“I’d love to but you deserve-.” He starts saying before you interrupt him, moving onto his lap. Him thinking you deserve better than a broke hedge knight.

“I deserve someone kind and who loves me, that’s you.” You say practically sat in his lap as you hold his face in your hands. “I love you ser Duncan the tall and I have from the first moment we met. But if you don’t want me that’s ok.”

“Of course I want you, I love you so much.” He says resting his forehead against yours, wanting to marry you. “What off your father?”

“Yes.” Baelor says taking a biscuit of his plate.

“Why haven’t you mentioned it?” His mother asks, having been told every other time you were with child. Even when you lost them shortly after.

“She hasn’t told me yet.” Baelor replies softly, knowing you’re too worried to speak of it. Because talking about it makes it real and real means you might lose the one thing you’ve been craving. A babe of your own.

“Why?”

“She’ll tell me when she’s ready to be happy about it.” Baelor says to his mother, knowing you and knowing that you are happy, you’re just terrified of losing another babe.

“But you’ve been trying?” The queen clarifies, having unfortunately walked past a room you two were occupying at the wrong time.

“We have, she’s just scared to lose them again.”

“Oh, that’s understandable.” Myriah says softly giving her son’s hand a squeeze, knowing he’s also finding the losses difficult. “When she’s ready we can have a nice family dinner. We won’t make it a big event, just a family one.”

“Thank you.”

-

“Muña?” Matarys calls, running into your chambers with a massive smile on his face having just pushed Aerion into a water fountain. His smile dropping when he sees you crying. You try wiping your tears immediately not wanting the boy to see. But all your sweet boy does is walk over to you and hug you. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, why were you so smiley?” You ask giving your boy a face smile, wanting him to be happy. Moving over in your cuddle chair so he can join you.

“Are you crying about the babe?” The annoyingly smart boy ask, kissing your cheek like he’s seen his father do when you’ve been upset before.

“How do you know about the babe?” You ask with a slight laugh, Baelor being the only one you’ve told. Him just kissing you and telling you he loves you when you told him the news.

“I overheard Kepa tell Valarr not to say anything when he asked.” Matarys says not thinking anything off it as he starts fiddling with the wool you were using to knit a blanket.

“Valarr knows?”

“Yeah and grandmother, that’s why there’s been so many lemon cakes around but I’m not complaining I love cake.” He says, loving that cake has been at every meal.

“I love you sweetheart.” You say, feeling much better, your worries not forgotten but you’re not dwelling as much. Your energetic boy always putting a smile on your face.

“I love you too, so don’t cry.”

-

“Are you alright Valarr?” You ask your eldest, the boy pacing back and forth holding something in his hands. you wanting to check on the boy as he’s been distracted the past few days.

“This is for baby girl.” The boy says showing you the badly made toy bunny he was holding. “I made it.”

“It’s perfect.” You say pulling the boy into a hug, not caring that the bunny was different colours and had loose stitches that you’ll have to fix before a baby can hold it. It’s perfect because he made it. “You’re perfect, I’m so thankful you’ve let me be your mother.”

-

“This is the longest I’ve been with child.” You say quietly to yourself in the night, Baelor sleeping next to you. Your hand resting on your stomach as you feel the babe kick. She’s been kicking for the past few days but you haven’t told anyone, wanting it to be just yours for a while. You obviously don’t know it’s a girl but Valarr is convinced so you’ve taken to addressing the baby as a girl. “Please be healthy.”

“She will be.” Baelor says quietly, making you jump as you thought he was asleep.

“Did I wake you?” You ask feeling guilty for all the moving you’ve been doing.

“No, has she been kicking all day?” Baelor asks sitting up in the bed and lightly a candle so he can see you properly.

“You know?” You ask, feeling guilty for keeping it to yourself.

“Of course I do, I can feel her when we cuddle.” He says lightly pulling you into his arms as he leans against the headboard.

“I’m sorry for not telling you.” You say hand still rubbing where shes been kicking, you feeling her move in you.

“It’s fine, I know this is difficult.” He says, not holding it against you. He got the firsts with Valarr and Matarys, you can have this to yourself for asking long as you need.

“Do you want to feel?” You ask looking at him, giving him permission. Knowing he’s desperate to properly feel her, but not wanting to push you.

“Of course.” He say giving you a quick kiss before moving down to your stomach. Giving it a kiss while placing his hand under yours so he can feel her. “Hello my little princess, it’s Kepa speaking.”

-

“Are you ok? You look uncomfortable.” Queen Myriah asks when she has you and Baelor join her in her private solar for tea. The woman wanting to discuss Valarrs nameday next moon.

“It’s the babe, I feel uncomfortable.” You say, feeling a shooting pain go through you. It feeling like it does when you have your bloodmoon. “It hurts.”

“I’ll fetch the maester.” The queen says quickly standing while Baelor checks your forehead for fever. Your eyes widening in shock.

“What’s happened?” Baelor asks worried, noting the look on your face.

“I think I’ve wet myself.” You whisper feeling increasingly embarrassed, glaring at your husband when he just laughs. “Don’t laugh.”

“You’re in labor.” Baelor says excitedly standing up, helping you get up with him.

“Now? Isn’t it to soon?”

“No, babe is just on time.” Baelor says kissing your forehead before leading you back to your chambers. “Let’s go have our baby.”

-

“She’s perfect.” You say looking down at the adorable slimy babe in your arms. Her already having little tufts of hair that resembles yours. “I love you so much my baby girl.”

“What are we calling her?” Baelor asks softly, agreeing with you that your daughter is perfect. His lying with you in bed, leaning up against each other.

“You can name her.” You say, knowing he has a list of baby names and all of them are for girls.

“Really?” He asks, just happy you and the babe are safe. Not minding what you name her but secretly happy you’re letting him.

“I know you’ve been desperate for a girl.” You say with a slight grin. Him and Valarr both having been adamant that you were having a girl.

“I wouldn’t say despite.” Baelor teases, brushing some of your hair out of your face. “What do you think of Visenya?”

“Princess Visenya, it’s perfect.” You say smiling down at the perfect little girl in your arms.

“Gross.” Luke says as he walks into the library looking for the book that he was meant to have read a few days ago. “Don’t be disgusting in public places.”

“We were here first and what’s disgusting about listening to someone read?” Jace asks his brother, thinking the boy was being dramatic.

“It’s the way you say it.”

-

“What should we call the babe?” You asks late one night not being able to sleep, given the discomfort you’re in. Jace being the brilliant husband he is has decided to say up with you.

“I don’t know.” He admits half asleep, having spent the afternoon flying on Vermax with Joffrey. The boy desperate to fly.

“If you want we can name him after your father.” You offer, talking about Laenor. Knowing that Jace does miss the man who raised him.

“I want to leave Laenor for Luke and Rhaena to use.” He says kissing you softly in thanks for thinking of his father. “But thank you for the offer.”

“That’s nice of you.” You say softly, feeling the baby kick you.

“I think it’s only fitting.” He says, knowing Luke and Rhaena want to name their eventual children after their parents. The pair not yet married as they are waiting until they’re older. “But I do like Aelora for a girl.”

“Princess Aelora Valaryon.” You say testing it out on your tongue. “I love it.”

-

“Almost there princess just one more push.” The midwife says from between your legs. Jace refusing to leave your side as he holds your hand and places cool wet cloths onto your forehead.

“That’s what you said last time!” You cry, just wanting this baby out of you.

“Come on my love you’ve got this.” Jace says brushing your sweaty hair out your face before kissing your forehead.

“If this cunt would just stop lying!”

“Ok my love just a few more pushes then we get our baby.” Jace tells you remembering hearing his mother give birth and compared to that you were actually being quite nice.

“Which is it! One more push or multiple!” You shout through a contraction, screaming as you push. “Why can’t we lay eggs!” You scream when there’s a sudden sound of a baby crying.

“Congratulations your graces, it a boy.” The midwife says kindly cleaning the babe up a little, and checking he was alright.

“Give.” You say to the midwife as she tries to pass your son to Jace who quickly passes you the baby. The little thing all pink and slimy with tufts of sliver and black hair. “He’s so cute.”

-

“He looks weird.” Joffrey says when everyone has some to visit you and the babe the next day. Rhaenyra wanting you and Jace to have time just the three off you.

“That’s just what babies look like.” Luke says looking at his nephew sleeping in his brother’s arms. Rhaenyra fussing over you, wanting to make sure you’re ok. “What’s his name.”

“Valarr.” You say deciding at that moment, not even asking Jace. When you look at him to check he’s ok with it he just smiles.

“Prince Valarr.” Jace says softly looking down at the boy. “I love it.”

“It’s a name fit for a king.” Rhaenyra says softly looking at her grandson.

-

“Where have you been?” You ask your husband while you bounce Valarr, the six moon old having just met his aunt Visenya who was only born a few hours ago. Rhaenyra having a difficult birth but they both are fine now. You helping your mother by law through it, her refusing anyone else. “Your mother is resting.”

“With daemon picking an egg for Visenya, stormfrye also followed us.” He says kissing your cheek before greeting his son. “Your dragon is very clingy my boy.”

“Where is she now?” You ask smiling at your son, his silver and black hair getting longer, as you think of his dragon. Who hatched during a storm.

“Annoying Vermax.” Jace says with a laugh, having already seen his mother. Wanting to check on her before coming to see you. “I hope you don’t mind but I agreed to put the twins to bed so mother can rest.”

“That’s fine, I was going to do it anyway.” You say, letting your handsome husband take your son off you. Him wanting to cuddle the boy. “You look beautiful.”

-

“Valarr and Visenya are playing with Egg and Vis.” Jace says entering the council meeting, you already sat with Rhaenyra looking over trade deals. Daemon playing with his dagger finding the paperwork side of ruling boring. “I promised if they don’t disturb us they can have cake after dinner.”

“You need to tell cook then.” Daemon says, happy that you’ll stop talking about food imports for a while.

“There’s no need, I’ve already requested Lemon cakes.” You say, having been craving them for days and finally caving. Asking the cooks to make more.

“Are you with child?” Rhaenyra asks, looking away from the parchments to look at you with a smile on her face.

“Pardon?” You ask not expecting that question.

“The last time you requested lemon cakes you were carrying Valarr.” Jace says looking at you, thinking back to how you’ve been acting for the past few weeks. “I’ll call for a maester later to check on you.”

“I’m not with child.” You say your body instantly trying to prove you wrong as you cover your mouth to stop you from vomiting. Having felt nauseous for the past few days but not thinking anything off it. Jace just raises an eyebrow at you. “I’ll see the maester.”

-

“What did it feel like when you were carrying the twins?” You ask Rhaenyra sat in her solar, watching the children play on the floor while you crochet a blanket for the new babe.

“Like they were fighting in me, why?” She asks placing down her book she was reading to give you her full attention.

“Jace thinks we’re having twins and I agree with him.” You say resting your hand on your growing bump, feeling the fluttery sensation again.

“What makes you think that?” She asks drinking some tea, also thinking you’re having twins. The woman paying close attention to you since you found out you were with child again.

“I’m massive, I feel two times worse than when I was carrying Valarr and I’m getting the fluttery feeling in different places at the same time.” You say, your bump looking much bigger than it did when you were carrying Valarr.

“You have your answer then.” She says softly knowing it’s not the twins that you’re anxious about. You having confided in her about your fears the first time.

“I’m scared for the birth, Valarr was painful but two?” You admit, playing with your fingers.

“Birth is a difficult, terrifying thing but they make it worth it, though don’t they?” She says as Valarr and Visenya run over to you both to show you the pictures they’ve made.

“They do.” You say with a smile as Valarr kisses your bump before showing you the family picture he made. That includes all the dragons.

-

“Our little princess and prince.” Jace whispers, sat next to you on the bed. Only an hour after giving birth. “They’re perfect.”

“Muña?” You hear as the chamber doors open, and Valarr now 3 looks like a copy of his father but with silver streaks running through his dark hair.

“Hello my loves.” You say softly to your eldest son, who’s stood in the doorway with his grandmother. The little boy having missed you. “Come here.” You say holding your arms out so he can climb up on the bed for a cuddle. “I’ve missed you my little dragon.”

“Missed you too muña.” He says not noticing his siblings sleeping in his father’s arms. Despite for a cuddle from his mother. “Do you want to meet your siblings?” You ask the boy who nods, before you look over at your mother by law to ask her the same.

“I’d love to.” Rhaenyra says softly making her way over to sit on the edge of the bed. Looking at the sleeping babes in her son’s arms. One already having sliver tufts of hair the other looking like Valarr’s hair when he was born.

“What?” You ask opening the door to look at 3 of your six children. Aerion holding a ripped shirt while Daella and egg are both crying.

“They ripped my shirt! They deserve punishment!”

“That’s nice dear.” You say walking past the children, just wanting a moment of peace. Why don’t they go bother their father for once?

“Mother!” Aerion shouts shocked wanting your attention and sympathy for a shirt he doesn’t even like being ripped.

“Muña! Aerion pushed me!” Egg complains wanting Aerion to get in trouble not him. It’s not his fault Aerion was playing to rough with them.

“Muña! Aerion mean!” Daella shouts toddling along after you and her brothers.

“Muña! Aerion hid my book!” Aemon shouts running up to you on the brink of tears as he can’t find his favourite book. His elder brother stealing it.

“Mum? Do you know where my blanket has gone?” Daeron asks, when he sees you walking past his chambers. The boys doors wide open while he looks for the blanket you made him.

At all the commotion Rhae burst out crying. All the children’s voices over lapping when you snap. “Right, that’s it!” You shout passing Rhae to Daeron, all children immediately silencing as you never shout at them. “I’m having a nice long bath. If you need or want anything at all. Don’t ask me. Go to your father, if I do get disturbed no dessert.”

At that you walk off all the children just staring in shock. Not sure what to do.

-

“Father?” Aemon asks knocking on the door where their father works. Everyone else just barging in, not caring they’re meant to enter without permission.

“Kepa!” Daella shouts throwing herself into her confused father’s arms who was just about to tell them to fuck off.

“Mums gone crazy.” Daeron says bouncing Rhae, doing his best to get the girl to sleep.

“What?” Maekar asks confused, standing up from his chair, Daella still in his arms.

“It’s all Aerion’s fault!” Egg says before anyone can explain.

“No it not! It’s the little brat’s fault!” Aerion argues, thinking it’s never his fault.

“I didn’t do anything all I asked was if she’d seen my blanket.” Daeron says when Maekar looks at him wanting clarification.

“Muña mad.” Daella confirms from her father’s arms.

“The lot of you shut up.” Maekar says annoyed by all the talking, looking at his third and most well behaved child. “Aemon, what’s going on with your mother?”

-

“Can I come in?” Maekar asks through the door not bothering to knock. Having sent the children to the solar to play, after spending an hour with them.

“Who’s with you?” You ask from your nice hot bath, having the nice expensive oils in it. A glass of wine in your hand while you use the other to read. Having the most amount of peace you’ve had in years.

“No one, it’s just me.” He answers, needing a moment away from the children.

“Fine, enter.” You say, not looking up from your book when he quickly enters. “What do you want?”

“A brake.” Maekar says staring to get undressed, not caring that you’re giving him a look of annoyance. Him disturbing your alone time. “I’ll be quiet.”

“Fine.” You sigh, moving forward so he can fit behind you in the bath. Water spilling over the side as he joins you, hands wrapped around you pulling you back into him. Kissing your shoulder before laying back with a sigh.

“How is the water still this hot? It’s been an hour.”

“Shut up.” You say going back to reading, at a very interesting point in the book you’ve been trying to read all week. Him taking your wine to drink some for himself. “Are they ok?” You ask after 10 minutes of just laying in the bath together.

“They’re fine.” He says having missed time just the two of you, egg and daella sneaking in to your chambers every night. “I’ve missed spending time with you.”

“I’ve missed you too.” You say placing your bookmark on the page you’re reading before placing it on the little table that held the wine. Turning to face the man, lying on him. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He says pulling you into a kiss.

-

“Muña!” Daella shouts in excitement when you enter the solar, Aerion quickly pretending he wasn’t cuddling the girl. “Missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too baby.” You say placing the toddler on your hip, looking at your horde of children. Daeron lying on the sofa with Rhae sleeping on him while Aemon reads to egg. “Are you all ready for dinner?”

“We get cake right?” Aemon asks, still a big fan of cake.

“I don’t mind, my prince.” You say sat in the gardens with him and stormfrye, the girl napping in the sun on her back loving Aerion scratching her tummy. The dragon taking to him quicker than anyone else.

“Call me Aerion, husband or my dragon.” He says wanting you to call him your dragon, just as you are his.

“I’ll call you Aerion.” You say still waiting to get to know the man it’s been decided you’re marrying. He does seem a bit crazy but a nice crazy.

“Is there anything you want for the wedding?” He ask having planned the whole thing in only a few hours, you getting married in a moons time.

“I don’t want a bedding ceremony.” You say, the thought of it making you uncomfortable.

“That’s fine you’re mine anyway.” He says simply kissing stormfryes large tummy while hugging her. “Are you looking forward to muña and kepa getting married my little dragon?”

-

“What are you doing?” Aerion asks when you meet in the hallway, him wanting to take you on a date. The wedding happening in two days time.

“I’m going for a quick fly, stormfrye is getting stressed with all these people arriving.” You explain, also finding the amount of people overwhelming looking forward to when it just you and Aerion, the both of you moving to dragonstone soon so Sormfrye has somewhere safe to live.

“Give me a few minutes and I can join you.” He says excitedly kissing your cheek before running off, to get ready so you can still have your date just with stormfrye also present.

“Um, ok?” You say watching him run off towards the kitchens. “I’ll meet you in the gardens.”

-

“I’m ready, I’ve packed us a picnic.” He says dressed in his riding gear, giving Stormfrye a scratch and talking to her in high valyrian. “Are you excited my little princess?”

“That’s sweet of you.” You say smiling at him as he joins you on stormfrye, wrapping his arms around your waist kissing your shoulder as he does so. “You ready? Fly Stormfrye.”

-

“Thank you.” You tell Aerion as he rests his head in your lap, looking like a happy cat as you scratch his head. Stormfrye playing by throwing something before going to fetch it.

“For what?” He asks never having felt so content and happy. You not having left his side since you arrived at summerhall, him teaching you high valaryan and just spending time together.

“Being so kind.” You say smiling down at the man who’s practically purring in your lap, loving attention.

“Huh, I’ve never been called that before.” He muses giggling when Stormfrye drops her toy onto his chest for him to throw.

-

“We look so hot.” Aerion says coming up behind you as you’re stood looking at yourself in your wedding dress his arms around your waist. “We’ll have beautiful hatchlings.”

“What if our children’s eggs don’t hatch?” You say, having worrying about it since the king brought up your future children and marrying your daughter to Valarrs son. Nether children even existing yet.

“They will, but if they don’t we’ll still have Stormfrye and I’ll still have you, my dragon queen.” He says placing a necklace on your neck, kissing your shoulder as he does so. The necklace having a dragon charm on it with an A engraved on a charm next to it. “You’re my everything.”

-

“What are you doing?” You ask half asleep seeing Aerion sneak out of bed to grab something, him only so visible because of the fire. Him turning quickly holding something close to his chest before slowly making his way back to the bed.

“This is brightflame.” Aerion say showing you the old toy dragon who’s red and clearly well loved. “Mother made him for me and I can’t sleep properly without him.”

“Hello brightflame.” You say to the toy, happy he’s opening up to you even more as this dragon is obviously very important to him. But also feeling guilty as he only told you because you found him. “Why isn’t he in bed with us?”

“You don’t mind?” He asks anxiously playing with the dragons wings.