Cry today , be stone tomorrow

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Daenerys Targaryen, mother of dragons, the unburnt , queen consort to the ruler of the realm and mother to an adorable baby boy. For all her accomplishments, for all her titles, her favorite by far was 'mother.' Not only to a handsome prince but she tried being a mother to Aurora as well, their 19 month old princess. The girl would never get to know the lovely woman her mother was, Daenerys didn't believe she could ever replace her of course but she wished to be there for the young girl much like she was for her son. Especially when her wife was in court.

Two years had passed since the tragic loss of Clara and the kingdom was ready to celebrate their prince's birthday. A tourney would be held in his honor much to Alexandra's dismay but it was tradition and one she couldn't do away with not when it allowed the kingdoms to enjoy the peaceful times they've come to experience under her wife's rule.

Speaking of her wife. Since Clara passed on her wife was much more careful when they made love, making sure to not to release her seed so that Daenerys may bare another child. The thought saddened her immensely but Clara's loss had done some irreversible damage , damage Daenerys could not undo no matter how hard she tried.

Tonight was one of those times, their lovemaking had been no less passionate than the very first time they fell into bed with each other, but Daenerys missed feeling the warmth of her wife's seed coat her insides, she wished her wife would forget about the tragic after effects that occurred after their princess was born but it' seemed out of reach.

Basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking, she curled into her wife's side. The latter replied with a sweet kiss to her clammy forehead. Daenerys decided she would breach the subject today, there would be no better time. Of course thinking these things and saying them were two entirely different matters. Especially since they hadn't spoken of it for two whole years. But Daenerys Stormborne was no coward, she was the mother of dragons, fantastical beasts thought to be extinct, she was the proud mother of a beautiful boy and daughter .. she would not cower, nor would she shy away.

Gathering her courage, she inhaled a deep breath, careful to keep her tone non-confrontational, it was important she didn't wish her beloved to think she was cornering her. "Alexandra" she called softly.

The was no verbal acknowledgment aside from hum, she was sure her queen had her eyes shut, no doubt had a tiring day in court and dealing with tiresome advisors. Of course still implementing her reparations around kingslanding were equally as tiring.

"I've been thinking about try for another child" there she said it, she could no longer take it back. She wouldn't even if she could. At first there was nothing, no hum , no verbal acknowledgment. So she assumed Alexandra never heard her. "Did you hear me? I think we should try for another child"

A sharp intake of breath, told Daenerys it wasn't that her wife didn't hear her, no it was that she was processing the words Daenerys had sprung the evening.

"We have a son and a daughter. A perfect pair. There's no need to try for more. When our heirs are secured" the answer was carefully crafted , diplomatically so. Daenerys could not argue, yes that had a legitimate son and daughter. The iron throne would be secured for another generation. However , this wasn't about securing the throne or legacy. This was her wanting to have more children to love and care for as simple as that. Her first son was taken away from her too soon, her second son provided joy and happiness, her step daughter gave her a sense of purpose but still she wished for two more children, she wanted her heart to be filled with love, she wanted the RedKeep to be filled with joyous laughter of their children. A dream she often saw whenever she pictured her future with Alexandra.

"This is not about heirs, or the throne. I simply wish to have more children. I've always pictured the RedKeep filled with tinkling laughter , of boys and girls running amuck while we try and fail to get them under control. But there would be no anger just joy —"

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