Runs In The Family»» Rhaenyra Targaryen

Chapter One

Lilith's Pov
For as long as I was little you never would guess that the Velaryon side of our family would just be as close to the Targaryen's as we were. And be it as it may be I was always close to Rheanyra Targaryen perhaps it was the will of fire in her eyes. She always stood for what she wanted at the young age of sixteen.

She overcame many rumors that was thrown her way. Living through her mother dying during child birth, to her very own close best friend marrying her father.

Enduring courtship after courtship, an even strange linger in her eyes for our uncle Daemon. It of course all changed for the better of both of us when she was agreed to be married off to my brother Laenor. It wasn't quite a surprise of his many affairs with men, it's what he liked and there sadly was no changing him either. It's the same with my own taste of women.

I had my fair taste in men, they weren't my full favorite. I like having a woman laid under me the mere thought of giving her pleasure was enough to fuel me.

And even with a small drift in our relationship I always kept one promise true to my dear cousin. I would always be by her side no matter what. It was a usual morning in kingslanding, from what I had heard from Jace and Luke their mother had gone into labor's hours early on. I wanted to be there to comfort her. This would be her third time doing it successfully. Sitting out in the garden my usually knitting skills were at its higher best.

Shifting my eyes up in confusion for a moment, when I felt a presence of two servants had appeared in front of me. They looked beyond worn out and stressed one sending a smile on my direction.

"Princess Rhaenyra has birthed another son, and wished for your presence Princess lilith." A small smile grew on my face setting aside my needles with a deep exhale of a chuckle.

"Seems her having boys runs in her genes, I'm on my way." I declared to the two with a chuckle glancing down for a moment.

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My journey up to Rhaenyra's room didn't take all well too long, entering inside the large space she was sitting on one of the chairs a beautiful light blue gown showing of her beautiful eyes. You would never have imagined she had just given birth. Her other sons were in here as well carrying a egg as they exclaimed happily. Leaving not just Laenor in here as well but Sir Lord Strong.

"Well don't you always look breathtaking Rhaenyra." I teased watching the way her head tilted up a exhausted soft smile growing on her face. She waved me over with her hand folding them into her lap slowly.

"I can only say it runs in the family dear cousin." I smiled leaning down to her height gathering her hands in my grip, staring into the deep hues of her purple eyes.

"Congratulations on another son, good job." I praised her hearing her melody like chuckle, I leaned in to press a few simple kisses to the side of her head and in place over her flushed cheeks. I moved so we were both staring at one another.

"I do hope the labor was okay?" I teased to her feeling her squeeze at my hand with one deep motion, choking back on her own laughter focusing in on me.

"I think I called the midwife a cunt." My own small laughter gazing at her with amusement, watching her press her forehead against my own.

"I wish you could have been here, it was awful." I felt a shift in my eyes listening to the steady sound of her heartbeat and slow breaths. My hand cupping at the side of her head. I shifted my own eyes to gaze at her, brushing the strands of her messy white hair away smiling down at her.

"I apologize I am here now." She flicked her eyes to look back up at me before I could hear Laenor speaking to the boys.

"Let's let your mother rest boys." I broke the eye contact knowing if I stared to long. My desires would always come back. The ones I never wanted for her to begin with began before I even knew they could. Her soft hands lingered to grab at the sleeves of my dress urging me to sit beside her on the little sofa. I focused on Sir Lord Strong he was holding the baby in his arms gazing at Rhaenyra with a fond smile.

I flicked my gaze between them. The one sour thought hitting me. Even if it was so, I couldn't give her the one thing a man could, beautiful children everywhere.