The Dragon-Tamer

16

*TWO YEARS LATER*

Feyre woke as the sun hit her eyes. She groaned and turned away the sun, only to be met with two sleeping toddlers and Rhaenyra.

The birth of Jacaerys Velaryon had brought so much joy to his family's lives. Viserys was overjoyed by the fact that he now had two grandchildren, and that his daughter had a male heir. Alicent held no hatred for her grandson, but she was surprised to see that he was born with brown hair. Laenor came to the child's defense, and explained that he also had Baratheon blood, so it was possible.

Aegon and Helaena were curious about the little babies, but loved them nonetheless. Aegon would share his toys with Jace and Helaena always stayed by Feyre's side, playing with little Aemma. Happiness seemed to fill the Red Keep.

Feyre poked Rhaenyra's cheek, "Wake up, Nyra."

"No," Rhaenyra groaned and buried her face in her pillow, "It is too early."

"We must get up, my love," Feyre softly laughed, careful to not wake the children, "We must leave for Winterfell by lunchtime."

The royal family had been invited to the wedding of Cedric Stark and Audrey Baratheon. It would be the first time Feyre has seen her family in two years. It would also be the first time her family would meet Aemma.

"That is hours away, my love," Rhaenyra played with Jace's hair as Feyre began to ready herself, "Let us just stay in bed...all morning."

Feyre shook her head, "As tempting as that sounds, my love, I am afraid I must join my husband's family for breakfast this morning. I must wake up Aemma soon."

Rhaenyra climbed off the bed with a sigh. She walked up behind her lover, who was looking in her mirror as she put on her earrings.

"I do not understand why you must," Rhaenyra wrapped her arms around Feyre's middle and laid her chin on her shoulder.

"Silas lost his father eight months ago," Feyre sighed and leaned back against Rhaenyra, "Lord Colin meant a great deal to his family. I am not going for Silas; I am going because Lady Kitania is beside herself. A visit from her only grandchild will do her some good."

Rhaenyra turned Feyre around to meet her eyes, "You are too sweet, my love."

Feyre smiled and placed a kiss upon Rhaenyra's lips, "I try."

They lean their foreheads against each other's, just enjoying their quiet moment. That moment was quickly interrupted by a sudden whining coming from the bed. Rhaenyra and Feyre look to see Jace awake, reaching out.

"Oh, Jace," Rhaenyra rushed to pick up her son, "Did we wake you, my dear?"

Feyre smiled as Rhaenyra walked back, Jace on her hip, "I am so sorry, sweet prince."

Jace leaned towards Feyre, reaching out. Both women laughed and Feyre took the boy in her arms.

"Traitor," Rhaenyra laughed and tickled her son's side, "But I must say, I cannot blame you."

Feyre kissed Jace's head, "You are breaking your poor mother's heart."

She handed the boy off to his mother and walked over to the bed to wake her daughter.

"Aemma," Feyre stroked her blonde curls, "It's time to get up."

Aemma stirred before opening her eyes. She smiled as soon as her vision focused on her mother, and she reached out for Feyre. Feyre smiled as she embraced her daughter, taking her in.

Feyre held Aemma in her arms, "Are you ready to see Winterfell?"

"Mama!" Aemma cheered loudly, making Jacaerys bury his face in his mother's neck.