Saera was her mother's favorite daughter, known for being demure and obedient, the smallfolk adored her. She obeyed everything that her king commanded of her, but she protested against her marriage to Ser Harwin Strong.
She catches him in an affai...
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A dragon cannot be burned by the actions of sheep. Saera knew that the babe inside her was a dragon - a pure dragon of no lesser blood. He placed a hand on her swollen belly, whispering imaginary things as he leaned to talk to her stomach. "What are you speaking of, Daemon?" she teased, combing through his hair - he pressed kisses on her stomach.
"How beautiful his muña is." he grinned, rising from his leaning position. It's been a while since Saera has heard that word. Muña. Beautiful but painful. "His?" She raised her eyebrows, and he kept his hand around her belly. "It is a boy," he stated matter-of-factly.
"I don't think so," she hummed - meeting his eyes. Her uncle was a tender creature around children, they seemed to be drawn to him - but he swears that he hates them. "It is a girl - Alyssa, that's her name." she confirmed with a knowing smile. A mother's instinct was never wrong.
" - and if it is a boy?" he inquired, curious about the names that she'd choose. "We'll name it after you and my brother, Daegon." she smiled. He leaned closer to press a kiss on her temple, the candles illuminated her visage. "I pray that it is a boy," he chuckled hearing that it would be named after him.
"You are vain, kepus." she teased, his hands trailed down to the sides of her stomach - threatening to tickle her. She pressed his face closer, " - but you're mine." she defended, not wanting to be attacked.
"All yours," he whispered - burying his face on her chest.
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She didn't think that she'd have to tell Harwin. He wasn't the real father - but her children were going to carry his house's legacy.
He deserved to know.
It was tackless trying to find her husband in the maze known as the red keep. He wasn't in his usual spots and neither was her sister. Her brain told her that they were engaging in inappropriate acts once more, but her heart told her to keep looking.
Her heart was always right.
Ser Harwin opens the door to his wife's chambers, still covered in the cloaks from the night before. A small smile entered his face at the sight of his radiant beloved, "Saera." He smiled, placing his sword on her table. "Harwin, I have news." she stood up, prepared for his reaction.
There wouldn't be a doubt in his heart that the children were his. Mysaria finished him off in a different way - although she had doubts that he'd remember as he was drunk (in his own choice.)
"I went to the Maester," she began while pouring him a goblet of wine. "Nothing bad, I hope." he hums, accepting the glass of wine.
"I am with a child." she smiled - not quite reaching her eyes. He presses a kiss on her forehead, eyes shining with joy. "That is brilliant, my wife!" he cheered, placing a hand on her stomach. "You have given me the greatest gift of all." he laughed while opening his arms for a hug.
