Vhaenessa Targaryen

4

" Brandon! Get down from there right now!"

" Awe, but ,Mama," the boy complained, climbing slowly down from the walls of the keep while his mother stood below, arms folded and her right  foot tapping impatiently.

" Bran, how many times have I  told you not to climb the walls?," she asked once he was safely back on the ground.

"I'm sorry. It's just...I like climbing and exploring," he said looking down to the ground sheepishly.

She sighed, kneeling down before him, her hands going to his shoulders. " I know that, Brandon, but I'm your mother and mother's are always worried about their children getting hurt. I don't want you to get hurt, son. It'll break my heart if you do."

" I'm really sorry, Mama. I'll try to be careful when I forget next time that I shouldn't be climbing the walls."

She huffed. " Hmm, so you intend to climb again then, are you?"

" Well, I have to practice not being scared of heights, Mama, because of ...." He trailed off and she perfectly understood what he couldn't say while there was unwanted ears around that could hear.

It's been a few weeks since the deserter business and the wolves as well as the process of starting on hatching the eggs.

Any day now, Vhaenessa was certain that the eggs would hatch. They've used more blood since the day they started out. With the help of Maester Luwin, they'd filled jars of it, Vhaenessa giving some of her blood to Rickon's egg because he is after all too little to lose too much blood.

Ned hadn't been happy with that part of hatching the eggs. Giving blood to them just made him feel like they were doing something dark and repulsive.

" Would you have rather we sacrifice someone by burning them alive on a pyre with the eggs?," she'd asked him when they'd argued about it.

" No," he'd said," that'd be even worse."

So, in the end they'd continued giving the eggs their blood and keeping the fires so hot that sometimes they had to open the windows to let in some cool air.

"Run along to your lessons, Bran. Maester Luwin's waiting for you already. That's why I came looking for you."

" Do I really have to?"

She stood, rubbing the dirt from the skirt of her dress.
" Yes, you do. Now stop stalling. It won't get you anywhere, young man."

He groaned, but didn't argue anymore, turning around and jogging slowly towards the library of the keep where the Maester always taught the children.

She watched him go, not flinching when arms wrapped around her waist. She didn't have to look to know that it is her husband who was so bold as to do so in public.

A kiss were pressed at the back of her neck and she had to suppress the delicious shiver that threatened to flow through her body.

"I thought you had a lot to do today," she said.

" Well, I do,but paperwork isn't exactly fun."

She turned around in his arms to look up at him. " Any news from King's Landing?"

" Jon Arryn are still abed with his  mysterious illness. Lady Catelyn wrote to me about it. She's send their children to her uncle Brynden in the Vale."

Vhaenessa frowned. After all these years she still don't like Catelyn Tully. Oh, she knows what the Usurper had wanted her husband to do. Varys , the Master of Whispers had told her the whole truth about that particular conversation in a letter. Varys just didn't know about Catelyn's hope that Robb and herself would be banished from Westeros like her siblings.