The Dragon-Tamer

13

Feyre didn't know how she ended up in her chambers. She did remember falling asleep in the tower, but she could not, for the life of her, remember how she got back.

"Good morning, my lady," Corrine entered the room and pulled the curtains back.

Feyre groaned as the sunlight shined on her eyes, "Make the sun go away, Corrine."

"Unfortunately, I do not have that power," Corrine laughed and walked to the vanity to begin preparing her lady's morning routine, "I've drawn a hot bath to soothe your muscles, and a maester has already brewed your tea."

Feyre took the cup that was handed to her and downed it all in go. She sighed and begrudgingly climbed out of bed and went over to where her bathtub stood. She shed her night gown off and lowered herself into the tub, sighing in relief as the hot water met her skin.

Corrine sat in a chair a few feet away. She sat there, waiting for her lady to ask for anything when she remembered last night. She also remembered the gossip following after.

"Did you enjoy last night,my lady," Corrine asked, curious.

Feyre closed her eyes as she began to relax, "What do you mean?"

Corrine sighed, preparing herself for the anger that would follow her words, "A maid said that someone saw you and Prince Daemon looking rather...cozy last night."

This caused the mage to open her eyes, "We were not "cozy". Daemon is my friend and we just talked last night."

"I know that, my lady," Corrine quickly told her, "It's just that a few of the maids saw the Prince carrying you to your chambers in the dead of the night."

"Would they have rather he left a pregnant women alone in the cold?" Feyre really wanted to know the names of these maids who were gossiping about her.

Corrine shook her head in agreement, "Pay them no mind, my lady. Servants like to spill gossip; it's our only joy in life."

Feyre groaned and slid down the tub, head disappearing beneath the water. Will she never get a moment of peace?

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After having dressed in a simple red gown and fixing her hair, Feyre joined her good-mother and good-sister in the gardens for breakfast.

Lady Kitania beamed as Feyre came into view. She rushed towards the lady and brought her into a warm embrace.

"How was your slumber, my girl?" Kitania pushed a few curls over Feyre's shoulder.

Feyre shrugged her shoulders, "As good as your grandchild would allow me. It seems to think that the nighttime is the perfect time to play."

"She, Feyre," Kitania laughed and placed a hand on the belly.

Aleera scoffed playfully at her mother, "Not this again, Mother."

"What is it?" Feyre looked between the ladies, confused, "What are you two talking about?"

Aleera smirks from her place at the table, "My mother seems to think that the child is going to be a girl. "Mother's Intuition," she says."

"It is going to be a girl," Kitania insisted as she walked away from Feyre and towards her daughter, "You should know that I am never wrong."

Feyre laughed as she took her own seat, "I have no doubt about that, my lady."

The ladies sat in pleasant conversation as servants brought out trays of food for them to feast upon. One servant brought Feyre her special tea.

"What is even in that?" Aleera stared at the cup with curiosity.