𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐘, ❲𝐫.𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧❳

𝙓𝙑 - 𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧

278 A.C.
King's Landing

"Leia? Is everything alright?" Rhaegar asked her worriedly. He started to rise from the bed when she walked over to him. He positioned himself so that he was propped up on his elbows.

She looked at him worriedly, afraid he wasn't going to be happy with her. He saw the worry in her face when he jumped up and grabbed her face in his hands. "Tell me what's wrong." He said firmly.

He had scared her slightly with his sudden movement and his authoritative voice. She didn't realise that her hand had subtly gone to her stomach. She decided she wouldn't move it. If she couldn't say it, she would show him.

Her eyes dropped to her hand and back to his face. He raised an eyebrow and his eyes fell to her hand.

He wordlessly got up from the bed and walked over to the chest at the other side of the room. Leia was slightly worried at his lack of reply, but all worry was diminished when she saw him pull out a little silk blanket with both their sigils embroidered on it.

He walked back over to the bed and placed it in front of her. "I had this made for when we had a child, and since- well what I'm assuming is that you are pregnant.. this will be for them."

Leia couldn't help but smile at Rhaegar's sincerity, it was almost endearing to see her husband prepared for their child. "You are on for gifts." She said laughing.

His gaze flickered up and caught her own. He smiled and leant in, kissing her ever so gently.

♞

278 A.C.
Dragonstone

Leia was now very heavily pregnant and could barely move without aid.  Her husband had insisted that they would travel to Dragonstone, so that his child would be born there.

Leia understood why for he didn't want his child to be born anywhere near his father — though Aerys had been happy, he merely saw the babe in her stomach as an extension of the Throne.

Dragonstone was beautiful, though not in a traditional way — with its rugged stones and stormy weather.  It held an element of mystery to it.  It was said that it was truly a shock that such a castle was built on the island.  Many believed that the Targaryens had used Valyrian magic to raise it.

Currently, Leia was sitting in her bed with her ladies in waiting and Myra around her.  Rhaegar had insisted on Leia to be bed-confined due to her near immobility.

Elia, Ashara and Myra were happily talking.  Leia's ladies in waiting had gotten along well with her old friend, it was nice to see that they accepted a woman of lower class.

Janna, Catelyn and Lysa were busy sewing small tunics and breeches for the babe.  Janna and Lysa had put away their differences and were, at the very least, civil.

"How long until the child will arrive?" Leia laughed.

"You are very impatient, Ashara. One might even think that you are the one who carries the babe." They all laughed.

"Apologies, Leia. It's just.. you've been carrying for almost nine moons now, surely the child should be born."

Leia sighed. "We mustn't rush childbirth, they will come when they are ready. Even if I want them to leave me now." She said laughing lightheartedly. She suddenly stopped and gasped when she felt a cold liquid gush through the sheets. "Oh no no, I didn't mean now."

The ladies in waiting (and Myra) dropped everything and rushed around. Some of them left to fetch wetnurses and maesters, as well as her husband.

Surges of pain ran through her body and she cried out in pain. She would certainly kill Rhaegar for impregnating her.