The Dragon-Tamer

26

*THREE YEARS LATER*

Feyre was sitting on the beach, watching Joffrey play with Alyssa. The young children were in their own little world, too busy playing with their wooden dragons and dolls than to notice anything else. Feyre looked down at bump on her belly.

"Mama!" Joffrey called out to her, "One of my dragons fell in the water!"

"Oh no," Feyre stood up and walked over to the edge of the water, placing a hand on her swollen belly, "Well, we can't have that, can we?"

She placed one foot in the water, and the liquid split as she kept taking steps. Soon, the sea had parted for her, leaving only sand on the ocean floor. In the middle of the floor was Joffrey's dragon.

The little boy ran to pick his toy up and was in awe of what was in front of him. The water surrounded him like walls and he could see all the little fish swimming around him. Joffrey stuck his hand out to the water and was amazed at how it didn't break.

"Mama, look!" Joffrey pointed at the water, "Fish!"

Feyre laughs, "Good job, Joff! That is a fish!"

"Papa!" Alyssa shouted behind her.

Feyre turned to see Daemon making his way towards them. Alyssa ran off to jump in her father's arms. Feyre grabbed onto Joffrey's hand and pulled them away from the water, allowing it to settle down.

"Hello, sweet one," Daemon greets Alyssa with a kiss to her silver hair, "How are you?"

"We saw fish!"

Daemon widened his eyes to humor the child, "Fish? And did you catch these fish for our dinner?"

"No, Papa! The fishies are our friends!" Alysssa giggled.

"My mistake, m'lady," He tickled her side before glancing at Feyre, "Why don't you go back home with Joffrey and Corrine? There is something I need to discuss with Mama."

Feyre looked behind them to see her maiden was standing there, ready to take the children for their naps.

Alyssa nodded, placing a kiss to her father's cheek. Once Daemon placed her on the sand, Alyssa took Joffrey's hand and led them both to Corrine.

Feyre watched as they disappeared behind the castle gates before turning to her husband, "You look troubled."

Daemon sighed and took out a piece of parchment, "Baela has written from High Tide."

She perked up at the mention of her daughter, "What does she say?"

"I believe you should read it yourself," He hands her the letter and takes a step back.

Feyre looked at Daemon skeptically before turning her eyes to the words Baela had written. Daemon and watched his wife's small smile fall into a look of disbelief.

Feyre scoffed, "Who does Vaemond Velaryon think he is? Lord Corlys isn't even dead, but his own brother is trying to call Luke's inheritance into question?"

Her hands crumbled the parchment until it was nothing but a small pile of ash. Feyre scoffed and began to pace, muttering under her breath.

"Feyre," Daemon called out to her, "We need to go to King's Landing."

"You think?" Feyre asked him, sarcastically, "Luke is going to need all of our support."

She stopped her movements and looked up at the sky. Gods above, her headaches get worse with age.

"I really thought that we could have some fucking peace," Feyre pinched the bridge of her nose and rubbed her belly, "We should be worried about what we're going to name our little one, not power-hungry men."