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Aerion Targaryen and His Wife:

        After the birth of their twins (210), Aerion and his wife had another child, Vaera (213). While the pregnancy went well there were complications during the birth, almost killing her in the process. 

        Even though they wished to have more children, the maesters suggested against it, warning that she would most likely die. She often begged Aerion to reconsider, willing to take the risk. But Aerion adamantly refused. He was happy with his three children and would not want to raise the children alone, like his father had done.

        Not long after they moved to Summerhall full time, wishing to raise their children away from the eyes of others, but would often visit the Redkeep to see family and to keep their children socialized with the court.

        Rumors spread as to why they decided to move, many surrounding the foul personality of their eldest daughter, Visenya. She was known to be awful, and some suspected that her madness spread to others, as some children at court, as they began to have unexplained bruises appear on their body. Though it was never confirmed that she was the cause. 

        The relationship between Aerion and his wife was strange to the outside spectator, as his wife always treated the people around her nicely, when Aerion was quite the opposite. She would hang off her husband with a constant smile, while he bore one of disinterest. People of the court pitied his wife, not understanding how she could be happy with a husband like him.

        Aerion was the same with his children, raising them with an iron fist, making people believe that Aerion was not a good father. Even so, it was clear to everyone that Aerion had a favorite, Visenya. Whenever questions were raised about her violent tendencies, he adamantly fought anyone who dared to question his daughter.

        When the family were seen in public, Visenya always stuck close to her father, as Vaera and Maegor would cling to their mother. Maegor and Vaera made it clear to all that they did not enjoy their sister or father’s mad personalities, being more soft spoken and shy. 

        In 232 Aerion drank wildfire, believing it would turn him into a dragon after a dream he had. His body burned from the inside out, killing him instantly and only leaving behind a pile of ash.

        His wife was away in Braavos, visiting her family at the time. She blamed herself for his death, knowing she could have prevented the horrific incident if she were home.

        When she returned, she was devastated by the news. Even more upset that she couldn’t even see her husband one last time, holding onto his urn during the entire funeral.

        Not many attended, as he was not well liked. The now widowed wife was comforted by her son Maegor, while Visenya stood quietly as ever. Vaera never showed any form of emotion or care over her fathers death. Some believed she was even happy.

        Afterwards, his wife was often found roaming around the halls of Summerhall like a ghost, crying that she could not continue living without Aerion. Six months later (233) she died from a heart failure. Most believed it was caused by the devastation from losing her husband.

Visenya The Insane Targaryen:

Looks: 

        Visenya’s hair was silver. Except for the locks of hair above both of her temples. They were the same color as her mother’s. She had wavy hair that bordered on curly, and preferred to keep it half up and half down in many different styles. She was obsessed with the different colored strands, keeping them in front of her shoulders while tucking her front silver strands behind her ears so she could stand out more.

        Her eyes were a deep violet, like her fathers. But when looking closely at them, there was a small burst of magenta and specks of gold in it. Most people didn’t know the true shape of her eyes, as she often squinted, holding a scowl on her face.

        Her bottom lip was bigger than the top, and as she rarely gave a genuine smile, it looked as though she were eternally upset or snarky. Her lips only turned into a smile when she put others down (mainly her brother) and when she caused people pain.

        When she was a child, she was a chubby-short toddler, making her look younger than her twin brother. As she grew older, she caught up to Maegor in height, and lost most of her fat, showing her lean face that matched her father’s perfectly.

         When she was able to pick her own clothes, she went outside of the normal warm toned colors of her house. Preferring the material silk, she often used a mix of golds and purples, knowing it made her stand out from other family members.

Early Life:

        Visenya was the first child, even though she was a twin. She was born first and believed she was better for it. Even as a babe, her mad tendencies showed through. Between her and her brother, she was the first to cry, causing him to follow, and would keep going long after Maegor calmed down.

        Whenever someone would show any form of pain, Visenya could be found giggling at their reaction. As she grew older, she would try to force harm on others, in hopes to get satisfaction from it.

        One of her favorite victims was her uncle, Daeron Targaryen. Nicknamed the demon child by him, she would sneak up on him, biting down on his leg and laughing as he hobbled away in pain.

        Aside from her parents, the only other person she had respect for was her uncle Aegon. It was strange, and no one understood it. Aegon often tried to help guide her in the right direction, usually hoping that his elder brother’s influence wouldn’t last for long.

        Aerion, her father, was her favorite person in the world. He gave her all of the attention she wanted, focusing on her more than her other siblings. Visenya often followed him around, learning from copying what he did. 

        Often crashing her brother’s lessons, Aerion decided to train Visenya with sword and bow as well. Even from a young age, she showed great skill, and as time went on Aerion began to put more effort in her training.

        While she still respected and loved her mother, Visenya didn’t appreciate her as much. Being the voice of reason between her parents, her mother often was the one to scold her for her cruel actions. 

        Yet, when Visenya had personal troubles, she found herself running into her mother’s arms. Aerion was good for punishing others, but her mother always knew how to comfort her. Visenya’s favorite activity with her mother was having her mother do her hair, finding joy with her mother’s fingers combing and moving it around.

        During the younger years, she was extremely close with her twin brother. To her, Maegor was the only other person in her life that was as important as her. They did all of their activities together, and would stay up later than they were supposed to, playing with one another and reading together.

        As her brother felt like a failure, she tried her hardest to help him, taking their training late into the night. But she often was harsher than her father, pressing her brother to the brink and causing him to never improve. Visenya was saddened when Maegor asked for her not to train him anymore.

        When Vaera was born, Visenya despised the attention she got. Wishing to strip her from any more love, Visenya pretended Vaera didn’t exist.

Teen Years:

        Visenya’s superiority complex only grew with time. While she stopped being physically violent towards others, her tongue was as sharp as a sword.

        Aerion picked her as his true hair formally, declaring that everything of his would go to her. He adamantly defended this to everyone who protested, even his wife. It made her feel untouchable when it came to the court.

        No one was safe from Visenya’s wrath, not even her family members. When she couldn’t reach a person herself, she would cry to her father, lying that they were harming her in some way or another. Aerion would always punish them, even having a few people sent to the wall.

        The court nicknamed her ‘The Insane’ due to her actions. A name she wore with pride, just as his father had with his. 

        The relationship between her and her brother broke down once they no longer shared a room. Visenya had an unhealthy attachment to Maegor, not being able to accept the fact that they were now separated.

        She often would sneak into his room at night to be able to sleep beside him. When he kicked Visenya out, wishing to have his own space as a growing man, Visenya felt dejected. 

        To make herself feel better, she made him feel small. Constantly insulting him in front of others, and making fun of every aspect of him. Their relationship had become non-existent, as he avoided her at all cost.

        Through all of it, she wished to grow close to him again, going back to the way they were. That dream died when he married, moving away with his new wife. Visenya would write letters to him, begging him to return. 

        All letters went unanswered.

        While her aggression towards others grew, she started being kinder to her younger sister Vaera. After spending her entire life ignoring the young girl, she invited Vaera to tea.

        During these teas, it was mainly just Visenya talking about her day, and the people she hated to Vaera. Vaera never really engaged, mainly just nodding her head along and giving basic responses. It bored Viseyna to death, but it was better for her to have someone than for her to feel alone.

        Her relationship stayed much the same with her mother. She made her opinions on Visenya’s actions clear, often yelling at her. While Visenya cares for her mother, what she doesn’t care for is her opinion. With her father on her side, she never faced repercussions.

Adulthood:

        As no sane man wished to marry her, Visenya’s prospects were left to her parents to handle. Aerion was picky with the options, only wanting the best for their daughter, while his wife had to remind him that the options were few and far between.

        By the grace of the Gods, they were able to secure a match with Tywald Lannister, the heir to Casterly Rock. He was a kind and caring man. Writing letters to her before they were wed, Visenya knew that she didn’t care for her betrothed all that much for him.

        In 229, they were married in Casterly Rock. No expenses were spared, being one of the grandest weddingings of the century. Even though many of the people in the court did not care for Visenya, they attended, not wanting to be left out of the party.

        Even Maegor came, being the first time the twins saw or spoke to one another in four years. While their relationship was still strained, they put their differences aside, being there for one another in a pivotal moment.

        As a wedding gift, Aerion procured Dark Sister from Lord Bloodraven. Making a grand show of it, he gifted the sword to his daughter, the sword that belonged to the first Visenya Targaryen.

        After they were married, Tywald did everything to please his wife, often having to spend a lot of money to do so. Though it never truly satisfied her, she began to tolerate her husband, keeping their relationship mostly civil.

        A year after their marriage, Visenya gave birth to a boy (230). Her father and mother traveled to her for the birth to support Visenya. Her mother was one of the people holding her hand, helping her throughout the process.

        When the boy was born, Visenya wished to name her son Aerion, after her father. For the first time, Tywald stood firmly against his wife. As this boy would be the next heir to Casterly Rock, he needed to be named as a Lannister.

        Very reluctantly, Visenya was forced to agree, naming him Gerold Lannister.

        Motherhood did not suit her. The constant crying of the child and need for attention was not appealing to her. She left Gerold to be mostly raised by the midwives, even having a wet nurse to feed him

        When hearing of her fathers death, followed by her mothers. Visenya was distraught by the news. Instead of crying or letting out her anger, she became quiet, more reserved. It was almost as if she became a different person. 

        In 233, Tywald Lannister died in battle, fighting beside Aegon the V. Visenya was not saddened by the news of his death, but the reaping of Gerold’s title. As he was only three years old at the time, the higher ups of the house Lannister decided it would be best to pass the role of heir to Tywald’s twin brother, Tion Lannister.

        Visenya knew the true reason for the uprooting. They were scared of her. Scared of her influence on the Lannister line without Tywald there to guide their son. She had lost everything, feeling completely alone.

        Wishing to be close to her family, to be with the Targaryens again, she moved back to the Red Keep to raise her son. Aegon was reluctant at first to let her stay with them, fearing she would be mean to his children and grandchildren, as she was to others.

        Aegon was relieved to find that she had calmed down, still respecting him as her superior and king. When Gerold came of age, Aegon allowed the boy to become his ward, teaching the boy everything Duncan had taught him.

Death and Legacy:

        At the age of 37, in 247, Visenya went to sleep in her bed, never to wake again. Aegon had her examined, fearing that there was foul play involved. But the maesters found nothing, not understanding the reason for her death.

        Gerold was sworn into the knighthood of the kingsguard, swearing to never take a wife or sire any children. Even so, rumour says that he fell in love with a maid, siring a bastard. But there is no proof of such a thing.

Maegor The Intelligent Targaryen:

Looks:

        Being identical twins, Maegor looked strikingly similar to Visenya. With wavy silver hair, the locks that grew out from above his temples matched the hair of his mothers. He preferred keeping his hair short, but long enough where the waves of his hair were defined.

        Maegor had purple eyes like other Targaryens. But unlike his sister’s, they were a light violet, without a hint of any other color. His eyelashes were long and thick, making him look more feminine, something he was bullied for.

        Even from birth, Maegor was scrawny. His skin kept close to his bones, holding little to no fat. When growing up, he took a different course than Visenya. Most of his height developed when he was young, making him tall for his age. But it stopped around the age of thirteen, keeping him at an average height.

        Maegor always preferred the finer things in life when it came to clothing. Often taking inspiration from women’s dresses, he preferred a more feminine look that was not appreciated by the people at court. Most of his clothes consisted of puffy shoulders, and loose hanging fabrics. Using a mix of different fabrics, his favorites were wool, velvet and leather.

Early Life:

        Speech was not Maegor’s strong suit. He began talking a year later than most children. When he did learn to speak, he had a speech impediment where he would repeat his sentence again, just more quietly.

        Being born in a time where anything different was considered bad, he was often made fun of by all kinds of people in the castle, noble and peasant alike. Both of his parents fought the courts, vexing them for saying such a thing about a member of the royal family. 

        But in private, his father was harsher than any stranger could be. Aerion made it known that he was greatly disappointed, frustrated that his heir came out ‘broken’. Most of his childhood he spent trying to be better, hoping his father would accept him

        No matter what he did, he felt as though Aerion’s expectations were too high. Visenya excelled in everything he was bad at: sword, bow, speech, striking fear in people's hearts.

        Following in her father’s footsteps, Visenya would make fun of Maegor, defining his faults. While he was close to her, part of him despised her for being better than him, being favored by their father. Many nights were spent looking at her from his bed, trying to figure out how to become more like her.

        Maegor was closest with his mother. Instead of vexing him for his impediment, she tried to help him work through it. They spent most of their time together in the library, reading all sorts of different books out loud.

        The library was his comfort. The pages were his friends. And his mother was there to support him. Physically he could not grow, but he was determined to make his mind strong. And he did just that.

        During one of their reading sessions, Maegor accidentally told his mother how his father and sister had treated him. The reason why he never mentioned it before was because he knew what the outcome would be:

        Sitting outside his parents room, he listened as his parents fought, sharing nasty words with one another. In the end, his mother moved to another room, refusing to be around Aerion until he started treating Maegor better.

        While Aerion held his snide comments, and his father would stop Visenya from speaking them, he knew his father still felt the same. Instead of feeling rejected by words, it became clear that Aerion blamed his son for getting between him and his wife. It did not take long for things to go back to the way they were before, and strangely, that was better.

        Maegor quite liked his little sister Vaera. When she was a babe, he would talk to her, knowing that she could not judge him for his speech. To practice, he would read out loud to her. And as she began to walk, she would follow him into the library, sitting with him. It was nice for him to have another family member that cared for him.

        The only person he felt that Maegor could truly be himself around was Marilla Tyrell, the only daughter of Leo Tyrell. Whenever the family visited the Red Keep, he often hid in the gardens, reading. 

        Marilla would find him, and they would discuss the book. She never made fun of him, never treating him as if he were lesser than her. It didn’t take any time for Maegor to fall for her, wishing to marry her one day. 

        Even though they couldn't be together as often as he wished, living at Summerhall, they exchanged letters often, keeping in touch, growing closer to one another. Marilla’s letters were his lifeline in the dark times of his family.

Teen Years:

        When Aerion named Visenya as his heir, Maegor felt relief more than upset. He was no longer shackled down by the expectations his father placed on him. As he no longer had any real obligation to deal with his father, he often avoided the man.

        During puberty, Visenya began to publicly make fun of Maegor in conversation. Whenever they stood together in a group, she would always find a way to point out his faults, thinking it made her look better.

        Even when he tried to distance himself from Visenya, she always found a way to weasel into his life. Whether that be by breaking into his room at night and waking him, demanding he talked to her, or crashing his time with Marilla.

        Through it all, he did feel bad for her. It was clear she wanted them to be close like they were as children, but he couldn’t look past her actions to ever forgive her. Preferring to keep her at arms length.

        The amount of knowledge he consumed had paid off, becoming a very well read man, even gaining the nickname ‘The Intelligent’. People often compared him to his uncle Aemon, who had never met. Like his uncle Aemon, his father often offered to send him to Old Town to become a maester.

        Maegor always refused, as he felt as though his father only wished to get rid of him. While he loved gaining more knowledge, he knew that he would rarely be able to see his mother and younger sister if he did such a thing.

        More importantly, if he left, he knew he would never be able to marry Marilla. After years, he tried his hardest to push his feelings for her aside, thinking they were not reciprocated.

        After a long night, accompanied by wine, Maegor confessed his feelings to Marilla, asking for her hand in marriage. To his surprise, she enthusiastically agreed, happy that he finally asked.

        What Maegor didn’t do was ask permission from his parents or hers. His biggest supporter was his mother, fighting on his behalf to make sure that everything would work out.

        By the end of the year (225) at age 15, he married Marilla Tyrell. His father helped dress him, acting like a completely different person, acting like a father. To his greatest surprise, Aerion gifted Maegor his Dragon egg under the promise that Maefor would give the egg to his own son. 

        Being his wife, Marilla moved to Summerhall full time. Living there was difficult, as she didn’t like Visenya or Aerion too much, especially knowing how they treated her husband. 

        Vaera and Maegor had a very quiet relationship, mostly enjoying each other's company in the quiet of the library. They both loved it, not feeling obligated to talk or be someone they weren’t. Sometimes they did talk to one another about the book they were reading. Those moments were valuable to the pair.

Adulthood:

        A year later, not being able to take much more of his father and sister’s cruelty, Maegor finally agreed with Marilla to move. Marilla had wanted to go back to her home at Highgarden, wishing to be around people that truly cared for her and her husband.

        Maegor’s mother pleaded with him to stay, not ready for any of her children to move out of the house. But she couldn’t blame him for wishing to escape the mess of the family. Her only hope was that he would visit or write.

        Even though they tried for many years, Marilla and Maegor were never able to produce a child. Trying to find any possible way around it, the maesters examined her, realizing that Marilla was sterile. Devastated by the news, they no longer kept their hopes of ever having a child of their own. 

        After his father’s death, Maegor stayed at Summerhall with his mother, trying to help her recover from the grief. Though he could tell she appreciated the company, he was only able to do little to nothing to make her feel better. 

        Maegor was the one to find his mother’s dead body after the heart attack.

        As Vaera now lived alone at Summerhall, Maegor offered for her to move to Highgarden to be with him and his wife. She kindly refused, preferring to live in Kings Landing in the Red Keep.

        When his grandfather Maekar I died (233), his succession was up in the air. As Aerion was the last named heir, the title would be passed onto his heir, that being Visenya. 

        The great council quickly decided against it, fearing her shared madness with Aerion, and because she was a woman. They then turned their heads to Maegor. Thinking he was the perfect candidate: Kind, smart, easily manipulated.

        Maegor declined the role, preferring to live the simple role of nobleman from Highgarden. That and, Maegor knew that he would not be able to produce an heir to go after him. No matter what, the line of succession would go to his cousins.

        After almost 40 years of marriage, Marilla Tyrell died from tetanus with her husband by her side. Seeing as there was nothing tying him to his family name anymore, Maegor renounced all titles, moving to a small hut on the shores of Shield Island.

Death and Legacy:

        The only thing Maegor left was the dragon egg his father had given him. Sending it to his nephew Gerold to hold onto, knowing his father wished for it to be passed down through his line. A letter was attached, addressed to Vaera, apologizing for not being there for her more throughout their childhood, and even adulthood.

        No one knew what happened to him after that. It could only be assumed that he died of old age at some point and time.

Vaera The Forgotten Targaryen:

Looks: 

        Practically the carbon copy, Vaera looked exactly like her mother in almost every way: body, skin color, marks, and face.

The only main difference was her hair and eyes. She too had wavey, silver hair. Unlike her siblings, her hair was pure, not a spec of another color mingling with it. Never cutting it, she left it long, letting it flow freely.

        Vaera’s eyes were a deep violet color, almost matching her father’s perfectly. There was rarely a glint in them, most saying they felt as though they were looking at a dead person when gazing into her eyes.

        Face void of any expression, Vaera tended to not move those muscles all that much. It was uncanny to most, so they tried their best to avoid her.

        Unlike the rest of her family, Vaera preferred simple clothing, wishing to not stand out, hoping it would help her to fade into the shadows. Using cheap fabrics, she preferred bland colors like black, grey or beige.

Early Life:

        When Vaera was born she never cried, never showed any form of emotions. Most wondered if she was born without a soul. Her being brought into the world was difficult on everyone in the family, as she almost killed her mother in the process.

        Growing up, she was a very quiet child, only talking when she felt the need to. When she did speak, there was no affliction in her voice, nor did her expression ever change, making people believe she was bored of them, which caused her to not make any friends.

        Even as a young babe, Vaera could feel that her father didn’t care for her as much as her siblings. They never had a bad relationship, but they never had a good one either.

        She was often scared of her father, seeing him as a cruel, absolute authority figure. Being witness to the way Aerion treated Maegor, Vaera feared if she spoke up, she too would be treated the same. It was easy for her to avoid him as most of his attention was on her mother or Visenya.

        She was often looked over, especially by her parents. As Aerion’s attention was focused on training Visenya, and her mother would spend most of her time helping Maegor with his speech. 

        While it wasn’t the best, it gave her the freedom to do what she wished without repercussions. Vaera’s favorite activity was roaming around, exploring the woods behind Summerhall. She was able to do it for hours without anyone realizing that she was ever gone. 

        She enjoyed seeing the wildlife, a lot of them allowed her to come up to them, as they could tell she was no harm. Always bringing something back to the palace, she would pick at the foliage, using it to decorate her room.

        Her mother did try her hardest to form a relationship with Vaera, but it never went too well. Joining her on walks or reading with her, her mother hoped to connect to her youngest daughter, but there was always something missing, a deeper connection that was unable to be formed. 

        With that missing, it was hard to communicate or lean on her mother, causing their relationship to just be overall awkward. Still, Vaera loved her mother as her mother loved her, appreciating the effort she put forth.

        Maegor was the one she felt closest with. While their bond was never made from talking. They would enjoy each other's company in silence while reading. Even though he believed she forgot, she did remember the times that Maegor would read to her, often stuttering over his words. She looked up to him, wanting to be like him one day.

Teen Years:

        Not much changed between Vaera’s younger years and teenage life. She didn’t have any friends, as no one liked her and she never tried to branch out and meet new people.

        When her brother moved away, she felt very alone, as he was the only person she could call her friend. Now he never wished to return home. At first, she exchanged letters with him, and he would respond, but over time, they lost touch as he settled into his life.

        Visenya, after many years of acting as though Vaera never existed, finally began to interact with her. It started with a small stare, looking at her and not through her. Then evolved to small gestures, like a wave or nod.

        By the end of it. Vaera and Visenya were often found drinking tea in the garden together. Most of the time, it was Visenya talking, hammering on about some lord or lady that offended her. Vaera would nod along, listening, rarely giving her opinion.

        Still, Vaera didn’t like Visenya all too much, as she was cruel and vile. But, it was better to have someone rather than no one. At least Visenya’s wrath wasn’t pointed toward her anymore. 

        Vaera began to explore the idea of religion through books. Specifically, she followed the Faith of the Seven. Becoming a devout follower, she practiced in her own time.

        Whenever she would travel to Kings Landing with her family, she spent most of her time in the Great Sept of Baelor. The High Septon took her in like one of his own, teaching her the ways of the religion.

        Vaera hated returning home to Summerhall, wishing to stay in Kings Landing. But she also couldn’t find herself leaving her mother, seeing how distraught she was after Maegor left.

Adulthood:

        Being the only child left in the house, all of the attention was on her. The relationship with her parents began to change as she was invited to dinner with them more often. But it would always turn into her two parents talking and her sitting silently, hating the way they looked and listening to her when she actually spoke.

        Most men did not like her plain personality, nor did she care for any of their opinions. Her mother tried multiple times to find a good match for her, wishing for her daughter to enjoy the thrill of married life. They would always say no. Yet, there were a few small cases where they said yes, wishing to climb the ranks and marry a member of the royal family.

        The engagement never last. Either the men would break it off themselves, or her father would step in, not wishing for the man to marry into his family. No matter what, it would always be because the man found a more personable woman, noble or whore.

        After the death of her father, Vaera was relieved that Maegor stayed with her and their mother, knowing that she would not be able to handle the emotions of her grieving mother by herself.

        When her mother eventually passed, she had no other reason to stay at home, officially moving to the Red Keep with her grandfather, the King. Most of her time was spent volunteering at the Sept.

        The High Septon suggested that she became a Silent Sister, knowing that she did not like to talk often, only focusing on her job. Not wanting to handle dead bodies, or be restricted from communicating with her brother or sister, she rejected the offer.

        Renouncing her titles, she became a Septa for the Red keep, teaching the children of the royal family. Vaera was able to teach her nephew, Gerold, once Visenya moved to the castle.

        Finding children easier to talk to than adults, Vaera loved spending time with the youth. Most of her spare time was spent helping in orphanages, like her mother had before moving to Summerhall. 

        There, she found a little girl that she grew heavily attached to, practically raising her as she often visited. Once the girl came of age, Vaera helped her get a job in the Red Keep as a maid, so they may stay close.

        Devoting most of her life to the children of the Royal Family, Vaera became the septa for King Jaehary's children, Arys and Rhaella (253).

        While she tried her hardest not to show favoritism between the two, she tended to Rhaella more, as Arys reminded her greatly of her father. She felt shame, sinful for blaming a child for her fathers wrongdoings. Often praying to the Seven to help her through it.

        When Arys and Rhaella debated on names for a daughter, Rhaella wished to name her Vaera, liking the name of their septa. Arys disagreed greatly, opting for the name Daenerys.

Death and Legacy:

        Vaera died in 281 at the age 68. The cause of death was fungal pneumonia after scavenging in the Kingwood. She died in her bed, with the maid she had grown close to her by her side.

        All who would remember Vaera died during Robert’s Rebellion, her name being forgotten to history.

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This being my longest chapter of the whole fic is actually so funny to me. I had it all written out and decided to add more. ended up adding 4,000 words LMAO

I also had to make sure that none of them lived through roberts rebellion. they do not deserve that…

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        King Daeron called all the members of the court together. Granted, it probably was not the best idea to have so many people in the small hall. But he wished to address his subjects on his plan of action regarding the great spring sickness.

        Disease had ravaged all throughout the seven kingdoms, killing thousands of innocent people: Noble, royal, peasant, old, young, healthy, brittle. It didn’t matter who or what you were, the sickness would come for you and take you with it in the process. 

        The King wished to decree rules throughout the kingdoms, in hopes to lessen the spread and cease the inevitability of death once a person caught it. He worked hard with his maesters, formulating a plan and hoped that if everyone obliged, the issue wouldn’t be one for long.

        She stood randomly among the court, surrounded by people she had not really known. In truth, she didn’t wish to be there. The weight of the babe in her stomach pressed aggressively on her legs. As her stomach grew larger, the better it was for her to lean back and rest her weight on her heels. Although, the large bump gave her a good resting spot for her hands.

        Just as she felt as though she would collapse if she stood any longer, King Daeron concluded his speech, allowing his subjects to go free. She sighed in relief. People began to file out, while some others stayed, mingling with one another.

        As she tried her hardest to walk out of the room without bumping into another person, but her wish to get out cleanly was ruined when an older woman stepped in front of her, blocking her exit.

        “Look at you!” The old woman praised, looking down at her growing belly. “Pregnancy suits you well.”

        “Thank you Lady Asta.” She replied, trying to politely maneuver away from the woman.

        She knew it was coming, it had happened way too many times. Even though she tried to escape it, when her stomach was so big, it was hard to avoid. Lady Asta’s old wrinkly hands grasped her stomach, feeling her and the babe.

        “I can feel it, he’s going to be strong.” Lady Asta happily said. 

        The woman assumed the babe was going to be a boy due to the old, and still pretty relevant, ways of boys being more important and more wanted. That and Aerion had declared to everyone that he was to have a son.

        “The maester says it is growing well.” She responded with a small smile.

        She shook in disgust, feeling the slim, bony fingers rub over top the fabric of her dress. She wished to say what was on her mind, slap the old hand away and curse at the woman for daring to touch her and her child.

        But she was a princess, and had an image to uphold. As it had happened so many times, she had learned different ways to get it to stop without causing a scene. Taking a small step backwards, she had hoped that the hands would be removed and Lady Asta wouldn’t press forward. To her dismay, they did.

        “When does the maester think he is due?” Lady Asta asked, continuing to rub her baby bump.

        “The date keeps changing.” She awkwardly laughed. “One week the maester says it will be three months, the next he says five. I believe that the maester has no idea what he is talking about.”

        Since the first way didn’t work, it was time to deploy the second tactic. Placing both hands on the top of the bump, she interlocked her fingers. Moving her hands slowly down her stomach, she didn’t want to make it too obvious that she was cleaning her stomach of the unwanted grasps.

        Lady Asta removed her hands to avoid her touch reaching too low and becoming inappropriate. Uncomfortably, the hands touched her once more, not giving up. She began to grow more than irritated, trying twice to get the woman off of her. No matter what she did, the old woman couldn’t comprehend that.

        As she tried her hardest to come up with another way to politely reject the woman, someone appeared beside the two. She didn’t have the time to register who it was before Lady Asta’s hands were ripped off her stomach.

        Aerion twisted the old woman’s frail arm, causing her to contort awkwardly to keep it from breaking. The yelp the woman made caught the attention of everyone in the hall, all eyes turning to them.

        Aerion stood tall, unmoving, keeping the woman in his tight grasp. He looked down on her with sharp eyes and a deep frown. “How dare you touch my wife without permission.”

        “My prince,” The old woman cried, pleading for him to stop harming her. “I didn’t-”

        “What?” Aerion cut her off, not happy with how long it took for her to respond. “I know she did not allow you to, as she was trying to get away from your touch.”

        “Please let go. It hurts.” The woman used her free hand to try and grab at Aerion’s tunic, hoping he would let go.

        “Did you not pay attention to my grandsire’s speech?” Aerion didn’t let go, continuing to press on. “Spring sickness is raging, who knows, you may have it and wish to spread it. I should behead you for attempting to kill my wife and son.”

        Aerion was causing a scene, as the people in the hall began to walk through the large doors, trying to see what was going on. No one moved, no one stepped in, fearful of what Aerion would do to the poor old woman if they tried to intervene.

        “I’m sorry!” The woman sobbed. “You’ll break my wrist!”

        It was a bad look, she knew that. But she couldn’t help the feeling of her heart swelling witnessing Aerion protect her so fiercely. Though she did feel bad for Lady Asta, the woman meant no harm. 

        Before Aerion could hurt the old woman anymore, she stepped toward him a bit. Calmly, she laid her hand on Aerion’s velvety red tunic. Her hand was met with the heat radiating off of his body. It was the first time they had touched since they first found out they were to have a child. She almost forgot what he felt like under her fingertips.

        “I believe your message has been received.” She told him softly.

        His eyes didn’t move from the old lady, watching her pain filled face contort. With a deep huff, Aerion threw the wrist down causing the woman to fall to the stone with a smack. Looking around at the people who witnessed the interaction, he glared at them, warningly.

        Without another word, he grasped his wife’s hand, leading her out through one of the side doors. He was swift, but gentle, making sure he didn’t cause her to fall. Once they were far enough away from the court, he stopped, letting go of her hand.

        “Thank you.” She said, out of breath from the exertion. 

        “That hag needs to know her place.” Aerion spat, still angered by the situation. “I should have snapped her wrist.”

        “I doubt after that display, anyone will dare touch me again.” She tried to calm his nerves.

        “Good.” He said, looking at her with clear eyes. “If anyone does, I will cut their hand off.”

        “I have no doubt you will.” She gave him a small smile, happy that he was willing to protect her in such a way.

        His eyebrows began to knit together as he studied her face. She looked at him curiously, not knowing what had him so intrigued. Aerion’s eyes traveled down her body to her clothed stomach. Without thinking, his hands began to make their way to it.

        They moved slowly, like a predator hunting its prey. Just as his fingers ghosted over the fabric, he stopped, standing as still as stone. It was almost as if he were scared to cross that barrier.

        She didn’t pull away, didn’t tell him off. She just stood there, waiting for him to make his next move. Her eyes were glued to the strong hands, the ones that almost broke a poor old woman’s wrists. The ones that embraced her many months ago. The ones that wrapped around her neck  moments after she found out she was pregnant.

        In the blink of an eye, his hands snapped to his side, leaving her to still feel the presence of them. Looking back up to her, his face was stern, calculated. “Have you eaten? You look thin.”

        “Oh, Uh-” She was shocked by his sudden change, not expecting it. “I ate in the morning. But with the assembly, I did not have lunch.”

        Aerion’s face hardened. “Are you trying to kill my son?”

        “All I have done this pregnancy is eat.” She chuckled at his worry, finding it almost cute. “It will be fine missing one meal. Plus I am not hungry, so it is clear it is not either.”

        “That will not do.” Aerion retorted, beginning to walk away.

        Just as he expected of her, she followed behind. “What are you planning?”

        “I will have dinner brought to my room.” Aerion told her as he attempted to find someone to order around.

        “Will you watch me eat?” She wondered, finding it a bit ridiculous.

        “I will force the food down your throat if I have to.” He was being serious as ever.

        Just as Aerion said, he had ordered dinner, taking it in his room. At first, she thought it would be awkward with him just watching her as she ate. But to her surprise, he too joined her in enjoying the meal.

        It felt like old times, the way they used to be, many months ago. When she could call this room, hers, as well. Although it was still different. Instead of discussions of their day, books, or practically anything, the air was only filled with the sound of silver against porcelain.

        The silence was eating her alive, as she could not stand being so close, yet so far from Aerion. It seemed as though they had reached a common ground when it came to the babe, so it was the perfect talking point.

        “When do you think the babe will come?” She wondered, as it seemed that no one had any clue.

        “I cannot tell,” Aerion told truthfully.

        She huffed in frustration, as the conversation led nowhere. Yet, she still tried. “The maester’s answer keeps changing. It irritates me greatly.”

        “Me as well.” Aerion agreed. “I am half tempted to hire a new one from the citadel. One that knows more of pregnancy and can truly tell us what is going on.”

        “I could not agree more.” Laying her silverware down, she had finished her food. Letting it settle in her stomach, she leaned back on the chair. “You would think, being the maester for the royal family, they would know quite a bit.”

        “One would think.” Aerion added on.

        “So.” She trailed off, trying to circle back. “When do you think it will come?”

        He too placed his silverware down. Looking at her stomach, he put more thought into his answer. “Your belly is large.”

        “It is.” She agreed, rubbing it.

        “Which makes me think you are far along.” He continued his train of thought. “But you were not showing in Ashford. I would know.”

        “No I was not.” She continued to confirm his ideas.

        “Then we would have to think on when conception was.” His conclusion only led to another question.

        “Now that I think on it.” She said, remembering the time they were at the tournament. She tried to focus on the subject at hand, pushing away any bad memories. “I do believe my monthly cycle was the week before we left.”

        “So then he was conceived that one night.” Aerion didn’t need to go into details for her to know exactly what he was talking about.

        The memory pained her, knowing what happened afterwards. Trying to not think too hard on it, she said. “So I am five and a half months pregnant.”

        “And you will give birth in about three and a half months.” Aerion finalized his answer.

        “See, who needs that stupid maester.” She huffed, aggravated that he could not figure that out. 

        “If you are that large at only five and a half months,” Aerion watched her stomach rise and fall with her breath. “Then he will be a large baby.”

        “Or a fat one.” She said leaning forward, grabbing a grape from the fruit bowl. “I did say I have been eating nonstop.”

        Aerion hummed in response, lost in thought. She watched him, trying to understand what was going on behind his violet eyes. Like they had been many times previously, his eyes were trained on her stomach. 

        A moment of realization hit her, that maybe he was just too scared to ask. Standing up, she waddled over to him, stomach full of food. His eyes trailed up her body, looking at her from his seated position. She smiled softly down at him.

        “You may touch my belly.” She told him, cradling the side of her stomach with her own hands.

        His eyes left her face, looking at the large bump in front of him. It was as if he didn’t know what to do. That he feared messing up somehow. Or maybe there was something else lying beneath the surface.

        “I thought you said you hated when people did such a thing.” It was a genuine question, as she had made it more than obvious how much she disdained the act.

        “I do.” She admitted. “But you are my husband. The father of the child. You have a right to touch it.”

        Aerion hesitated, looking down at it with an unreadable expression. He knew she was pregnant, it was abundantly clear, but the reality of him having a child had not yet settled in his bones.

        For years, he played with the idea of having an heir, excited by the prospect, but it was just a distant thought, a dream that he did not truly think about being real. But there the proof was, lying in front of him.

        He avoided her stomach. It was easy to look at her and see that she was pregnant. But he knew that the moment he touched it, he would be able to feel the weight of it all. It was a frightening thought, one he had tried to push away for many months.

        “It is okay.” She reassured him, urging him to do so.

        Lifting his hands from his lap, he placed them on her belly. Aerion’s movements were rigid, stiff as he brushed his palms against it. It was weird to feel. He knew what her stomach had felt like before there was a child inside. His child.

        The more he felt her, the more he craved. He wished to be closer, to break the barrier and get as close to his child as he could. Aerion’s hands traveled down her stomach until it no longer touched it. Bunching the fabric, he began to pull up her dress.

        “What are you-” She began to protest, startled by his change in demeanor.

        “I need to feel him.” He cut her off. “Bare.”

        She didn’t protest, letting him do what he wished. It was a large jump, going from not touching her at all, to pressing his warm, rough palms to her bare stomach. Yet, she was not opposed to it, enjoying the feeling she had missed too dearly. 

        Holding up the fabric of her dress, she allowed him the freedom to touch her. His eyes were wide as he examined her stretched skin, being closer than he had ever been before. He was in awe, as the idea of having a child with her began to flow over him, instead of forcing him down.

        Placing his forehead against it, he mumbled to himself. “My son is in there.”

        Getting slightly annoyed by the constant declaration of a boy, she softly reminded him, “We will not know the sex until it is born.”

        “No.” He rejected her claim. “I can feel him.”

        Taking a deep breath, she rolled her eyes at him. But, she held her tongue not wanting to argue during such a soft moment. 

        The strangest feeling occurred as she stood there. It almost felt as though her stomach was settling the food she ate, but only in a very specific spot, the place he laid his forehead. She had heard about it before, but had never felt it. 

        It was clear by the way Aerion jumped back, that he too had felt it. Not expecting it he questioned, “Did you feel that?” 

        “Of course I felt it. It came from inside of me.” She chuckled in response. “That was the first time it kicked.”

        “I believe Maegor is trying to tell us that he is in fact a boy.” Aerion cockily said to her, determined to win this bet.

        “Or maybe Visenya is trying to kick you for thinking she is a boy.” She proudly responded.

        No other words were spared between them, as they both looked at the stomach that held their unborn child, waiting for another response. She watched him intrinsically, happy to know that Aerion wanted this. He wanted their child.

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        With only a month left until the children arrived, preparations started. A room close to her bedchambers had been picked out. All objects it previously had held were removed, as every corner of it has been scrubbed.

        The royal artisan worked for many hours throughout the months making all of the furniture to fill the room. Having to work especially hard, making sure to double everything last minute. 

        They were truly beautiful pieces, as small dragons had been carved into the oak wood, by Aerion’s request of course. All fabric was embroidered black or red velvet, as Aerion believed his children would be exactly like him.

        Most of the furniture had the sole purpose of helping her, or the septas raise the children for the first few years of life. Hopefully when the children grew, they would be able to make their own decisions about what they wanted.

        The issue had become the placement of said furniture. 

        She didn’t know why, but everyone believed they should have a say in how the room would be arranged. Maekar, Kiera, and of course Aerion were in the room with her. She sat in the corner in a settee that was brought from her room.

        The warm air blew in through the window, as summer began to settle on Kings Landing. She had a fan to brush cooler wind on her to keep her from overheading. Everything about it irritated her. How Maekar would suggest one location, then Aerion would disagree. Kiera then would suggest something else and both men would give a strong no, and then the cycle continued.

        She tried giving input, but no one heard her as they all argued with each other across the room. The only thing she could do is sit and watch the show. The show wasn’t even good, just annoying. The kind of story where no one is happy in the end.

        “The beds should go here.” Kiera suggested. “It gets the best sunlight.”

        The help that held onto the furniture began to push the two small beds to the place Kiera pointed out.

        “I think-” She tried to butt in, to get their attention and voice her opinion. But of course, they didn’t hear her, just continued on with their arguing.

        “Why would the beds need sunlight?” Aerion fought back. “They would only be used at night.”

        “I agree.” Maekar joined in, sayin what was on his mind. “I think the tables should go there. So the children have good light to play in.”

        The help holding the beds moved them, letting the others holding the tables to place them down in the spot.

        “No.” Aerion added. “The couches should go there so they can get sunlight as they rest or read.”

        “Well-” She started talking, only to be spoken over once more.

        “I was meaning, it would be good here, as they could be woken up easier with the sun on their face in the morrow.” Kiera explained her reasoning.

        “Why are you even here?” Aerion began to question defensively. “You are our cousin. You should not have the say in our children’s room.”

        “I am your wife’s best friend, mind you. I came here to help lessen the stress on her.” Kiera motioned over to her in the process, she began to try and speak up, hoping someone would see, but they did not. Kiera was offended by Aerion’s words, getting worked up. “And your future queen. How dare you speak to me in such a way.”

        “We should all-” She tried to calm them from the corner.

        “Aerion, find your respect.” Maekar scolded him, as Kiera was right, she has a higher standing than all of them.

        Rage started to boil over her. She wished to have gotten up and stomped over to them, telling them all off for arguing like children on such miniscule things. Such as the arrangement of the bedroom for babies that weren’t even born with.

        If she could, she would. But she had been too tired as of late, barely being able to move around for long. She could not find the energy to stand on her two feet and walk over to them. Left with no other choice, she did something she never does.

        “Shut up!” She yelled at the top of her lungs, to get their attention.

        She was not one to scream, let alone use crude words such as those. 

        Everyone was shocked to hear it, quieting down to look at her. Luckily for her, with being pregnant, she was able to blame her poor attitude on pregnancy hormones and no one would be offended.

        “Everyone out.” she commanded strongly. They were still in shock, not moving a muscle. “Out!”

        After yelling again, they moved their feet. The help placed the objects where they stood, leaving alongside the royals. Aerion was the only one who didn’t move, knowing that her commands were not for him.

        Having the peace and quiet, without fighting, or the noise of furniture hitting the ground, she was able to rest. Laying her head back, she took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. 

        As the door closed behind the last person, Aerion walked over to her, needing to know what was wrong. He didn’t say a word, he didn’t need to. Sitting beside where her bare feet laid, he waited for her to speak.

        “I know they just want to help, but they are getting on my nerves.” She huffed to her husband, venting her frustration.

        “I agree.” Aerion nodded, as he didn’t appreciate other people disagreeing with the vision for his kids.

        “I understand that your father wants to help because it is his first grandchild. And Kiera is just trying to be here for me, as she knows how hard the pregnancy has been.” She was trying to seem reasonable in her feelings. “But Gods, are we not the parents? I believe my say matters more than anyone else. And I've been ignored all day in this corner.”

        “Truly.” Areion agreed. “They can find other ways to help.

        After getting everything out, she took a long breath finally being able to calm down. Aerion said nothing, sitting beside her as he too enjoyed the quiet after spending the whole day arguing.

        “I wanted to talk to you.” She brought up another topic that had been on her mind for a few weeks. “I have been thinking a lot.”

        Her serious tone displeased him, as he sternly asked, “About what?”

        “I was thinking of Aegon. How he had run away with that knight.” She truthly admitted. Aerion was not happy with the mention of his brother coming from her mouth. “And it reminded me of that night you found him in your bed.”

        The poor young boy had been on her mind for a while. With children of her own on the way, she began to run through many different possibilities of things. Worrying that her children would be driven to running away as well. Especially, fearing the cause of it to be their own father.

        “I thought we were over that.” His voice turned cold, as he clearly did not want to discuss the topic any further.

        “We are.” Her words betrayed what she felt. She could never truly forgive him for the act, but she had to push it aside for the sake of their relationship. Continuing on she said, “But now that the children are about to be here, I just need to make sure-”

        “I told you I would not do it again.” Aerion cut her off and rolled his eyes at her. His voice was stern, making it hard for her to believe his words were sincere.

        Even if she didn’t believe him. Thankfully Aegon wasn't here to prove it otherwise. While she was worried for her little brother-in-law, she also thought it was best for him to be away from the chaos of the royal family.

        “I know. But for my peace of mind. For my sanity. We need to discuss it.” She continued to press on, not wanting him to squash the conversation. “I will not have our children raised with an iron fist. I want them raised with love and the occasional sternness. Not fear.”

        “I have no intention to let any harm come to our children.” Aerion added on, feeling slightly offended she thought he would allow such a thing to occur.

        “But you tend to do many things without intention.” She told him, as it was the truth. “I guess what I am saying is. We punish our children together. If they do something that requires reprimanding, you come to me, and I will come to you. So we will truly be raising them together.”

        Aerion debated for a moment, as if he did not agree with her words. It made her worry greatly, bringing back the fear of him abandoning her. Standing to his feet, he leaned over to her, pressing his lips softly on her forehead, before leaning down farther, to press another to her grand stomach.

        “We will do this together.” He told her, standing beside her.

        “Good.” She took a deep breath that she hadn't realized she was holding the whole conversation. It was as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulder. Moving on, she said, “Now, shall we, and we alone, decide the set up of this room?”

        “Yes.” Aerion chuckled, wanting to get it over with as much as she did.

        With the two of them deciding the whereabouts of the furniture, they were able to complete the new room in no time. It was perfect, neither of them would change a thing about it. Now all it was missing was the two young children that would grow up in it together.

        Quiet whispers were spoken into the night. Ones that were barely audible to her sleeping mind. Believing it was her tired imagination, she ignored them, falling in and out of sleep as they were perceived. The sentences were broken, yet all ran together. To her, they made no sense.

        “You cannot.”

        “Your mother.”

        “You must not.”

        “I cannot.” 

        “I would never forgive you”

        Soft touches stirred her from her sleep. She believed that she was rubbing her stomach unknowingly, causing it to wake herself up. When she felt the silk of the bedsheets under the fingertips, her eyes shot open, realizing that she was not the one touching her stomach, another was.

        Sitting up straight, she saw Aerion laying beside her in the bed. His hand had slipped off her stomach landing on her upper thigh. His eyes were wide, like she was the one that scared him. Her heartbeat was strong, pulsing in her throat.

        “By the seven Aerion!” She angrily whispered at him. “I almost had a heart attack. What are you doing here?”

        Aerion didn’t respond, staying silent as he looked up at her. He didn’t bother moving as his attention trailed back down to her stomach. Giving a face she had never seen before, he scooted closer to her.

        “I saw you.” Aerion admitted into the quiet air.

        She was confused as to what he was saying. “You saw me?”

        “In a dream.” He clarified with a huff. “Another premonition.”

        “What happened?” Her hand traveled to his soft silver hair, running her fingers through it. She didn’t know if she was trying to calm him or herself. As whatever he saw, it was horrible enough for him to come running to her bed.

        “You were giving birth.” He explained. “Blood everywhere.”

        “Women tend to bleed when they give birth.” She chuckled, thinking he was worrying over nothing. “We are bringing life into the world.”

        “No.” Aerion replied with the smallest quiver in his voice. “This was different.”

        “How?” She wondered, not really understanding what he was getting at. She wanted to comfort him, make him feel better, but she could not do that if she didn’t know what exactly was wrong.

        “You were screaming.” He stated plainly, pausing for a moment.

        “That is normal.” She explained, as everything he was describing was the natural way of birth.

        “Let me continue.” He was quick to cut her off. “It sounded like a deer being eaten alive by a wolf.”

        The noise still echoed between his ears, as if he had really heard them, as if they were real. Because to him, they were, or at least will be. He didn’t know how he would be able to live raising the child that killed her.

        “Everyone was rushing around, trying to fix things. Trying to fix you like you had broken apart.” He remembered the chaos, the people running all around him as he stood there, watching her breaths weaken. “Then the doctor asked me who to save.”

        “What did you pick?” She asked out of pure curiosity.

        “You of course.” Aerion’s response was sharp, as if he was offended that she didn’t already know the answer. “We can always have more children.”

        “You could always get a new wife.” She pointed out, as it was a fact, even though she would not wish that.

        “Do not even play with that idea.” He warned her darkly.

        “I apologize, go on.” She sincerely said, settling back down to lay beside him. Their eyes locked and deep behind his eyes, she saw his pain.

        “You were dying.” His words were barely a whisper, as if speaking them would make it real. “And there was nothing I could do about it.”

        “It was just a dream.” She calmly told him. Placing her hand on his thin cheek, she rubbed her thumb back and forth on his smooth skin. 

        “No it was not.” Aerion was so sure, as it felt so real. It couldn’t have been anything else. “It was another premonition.”

        “That makes no sense.” She added on, trying to make him see reason. “In your other one, you saw me with our three young children?”

        “I do not know if this was before or after that.” There was no confirmation of if it was the birth of their twins, their daughter, or possibly another.

        “Did I die?” She questioned, as the response would help her console him.

        “I do not know.” He answered truthfully. He wished he knew, but at the same time, maybe it was better if he didn’t. “I awoke before I got that answer.”

        “I think it was a nightmare.” She continued on with her point. “Just nerves because the babies are about to arrive.”

        “I know it was not.” He tried telling her again, angered that she wasn’t getting it. “It was real as you are right now.”

        Removing her hand from his face, she found his palm that laid against the bed. Sliding his hand over her heart. She held it there, pressing it deep against her skin, letting him feel that she was there, that she was alive.

        “I am okay.” She whispered. “And I will be okay.”

        Aerion accepted the fact that she may never truly understand the dream that will now plague him. Taking a deep breath, he declared. “We are not having any more children after Vaera.”

        She didn’t want that. She wanted more children with Aerion. But it was clear that this wasn’t the moment to argue that. To make him calmer, she nodded her head, agreeing with an, “Okay”

        Aerion seemed to physically relax after that, letting his hand trail down her body to lay on her stomach, feeling his children. She noticed how he didn’t move, didn’t bother leaving and returning to his bed champers.

        “Do you wish to spend the night here?” She asked him, knowing what he wanted.

        “I am staying.” He declared, making known that her opinion wouldn’t change it. “I do not need your permission to do so.”

        She chuckled softly at him, not wishing to have it any other way.

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(added note: DW YALL IT IS STILL A HAPPY ENDING!!!)

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