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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Daemon has never looked at his niece differently, in their years of being together - warmth still flooded his eyes when she was in the room. "It is a shame that Ser Harwin was not present at the children's birth." Viserys cleared his throat, causing his brother's attention to sway.
"Ser Harwin was occupied with the festivities of Princess Rhaenyra's second child." Alicent explains, glancing at her husband - hoping that her slight insinuation would wake Viserys from his long slumber.
The King ignores his wife again, because Rhaenyra was his favorite daughter - and he'd excuse even the darkest of crimes if it meant saving her. He turns his body to Saera, who was attempting to calm her firstborn.
She smiles, offering a small bow to the three of them. "Father, uncle, Queen Alicent." she greets, her father offers his open arms to carry the little dragon.
"And where is Alyssa?" he asks, pressing a soft kiss on his grandson's forehead. "She's with Ser Laenor and Prince Jace - she seems to be taken with the sea," she replies - smiling at her daughter's fascination with the sea.
Daemon frowns, not seeming to remember allowing his daughter to go for a swim - but he keeps his frustration to himself. "You could've asked for me. Ser Laenor is occupied with his own litter." he corrects, taking a sip of his wine.
"Ser Harwin is with them too." Alicent pipes, already bored of the conversation.
Viserys turns to his family again, keeping the child close to his chest. "Which reminds me that they need dragon eggs," he reminded himself. Out of all his grandchildren - the ones from Saera are the ones that look Targaryen. "Thank you, father. I've been meaning to give them some," she smiles - staring at her son who was fascinated with his grandfather.
Her eyes softened - holding a little hope that her father loved Daegon more than his cousins. "Daemon - I dare say that he looked like you, when you were a babe." Viserys chuckled, the frown was familiar.
He pressed another kiss to the child's forehead - seeing the face of his stillborn son in his eyes.
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Harwin holds his daughter near his face, pressing a million kisses on her tiny cheeks. Alyssa lets out a loud laugh - earning a smile from her father. "I love you, Isa." he hums, hearing the door open from behind him. His wife enters the room, carrying three heavy things on her arms.
Two dragon-eggs and one babe.
"What is that?" he rises from his chair, switching the babe to his other hand. "My father has gifted them to us, for the children." she smiled, placing it down on his bed. On her right laid a beautiful red dragon egg - it was small but she knew that it would grow once hatched. It reminded her of Balerion's skull, and she knew that it would be perfect for any of her children.
