[This is a long chapter with a lot of dialogue, so many toasts.. Thank you for all the support, over 1.7k reads and 115 votes! I forgot about Helaena's other son, Maelor too, he's been added.. oops<3]
Though the supper would be later in the evening, Visenya and Aegon had a few jugs on wine brought to their rooms and invited Aemond and Helaena to their quarters. Helaena needed the wine to calm her nerves after seeing Vemond's head lying on the floor, and the rest of them needed the wine to get through dining with their extended family.
Visenya had the handmaidens bring the children to the room, she had missed her babies and she knew her sister would need as much joy as she could get.
The boys, Aegon, Rhaegar, and Helaena's sons, Jaehaerys and Maelor were running around the room playing with little swords and toy dragons. Little Jaehaera was sat on the floor with a piece of paper and pencil scribbling away, much quieter than her brothers and cousins.
Visenya and Aegon had learned the hard way that their twins couldn't be trusted with anything that could be knocked over or broken in their living area, and so they had all artefacts and ornaments removed so that the boys could play freely without breaking anything or cutting themselves on broken glass.
Aegon was watching Daenerys like a hawk as Aemond held the newborn. She looked extra tiny in his arms. Visenya lifted Maegor out of his crib, sitting beside the shocked Helaena, cuddling him close and inhaling the comforting smell of the baby.
"Sister, you need to drink something," she said softly, "you'll feel better."
Silently, Helaena took a sip from her cup, then another, then eventually downing the remainder of wine.
"Good. Now, here, hold the baby," Visenya instructed. Helaena remained silent, unmoving now that her empty cup lay in her hand. Visenya nudged her lightly, moving Maegor in her arms to pass the baby to her sister. Helaena lifting the babe to cradle him against her chest, pressing a kiss to the side of his head.
The older Targaryen knelt before her sister, holding Maegor in her hands and placing the small baby into her her lap. Helaena seemed to snap out of her trance at the light weight on her lap, lifting her arms to cradle her nephew.
"Babies make everything better," Visenya smiled, sitting back beside her sister and having a drink of her own wine.
"We are going to need a boat load of wine to get through this dinner tonight," Aegon grumbled.
"I second that," Aemond echoed.
The four siblings spent the afternoon drinking and telling stories, and by the time the children were taken to get their own supper and then off to bed, the four siblings were well on the way to being drunk.
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Eventually they were called to supper and as the four Targaryens made their way to the private dining room floods of laughter echoed through the halls. In their drunken states everything seemed infinitely funnier and so when Helaena tripped over the last step, they fell into a fit of laughter once more.
As Visenya spotted the Kingsguard standing outside of the dining room, she coughed to disguise her laughter, forcing the smile off her face and greeting the guard. "Ser Erryk, you are doing... a fine job, um, guarding the door," she fumbled, causing her siblings to laugh once more.
"I am Arryk, princess."
"Ah, you're the one who took my husband to a whore house, I remember now." The smile fell from Visenya's face at the realisation, "what an honourable and chivalrous knight you are, Ser Arryk."
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