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"Let our words be kept between us....Ser Strong?"
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Elaina watched as the people around her bustled to get everything in its place, she sat comfortably on a black cushion chair with little Aegon in her arms sleepy peacefully. She had told Viserys to she and Aegon are in need of fresh air, and without much reluctance, the King agreed and had Ser Harrold watch over the mother and son.
The camp was filled with people who had been invited to celebrate her son's second name day. She did not know many of them but know only enough to please her father and husband.
Aegon started to shift in her arms, indicating that he was waking up. The young mother smiled gleefully at her silver-haired prince, watching as he glanced around him to see where he was before settling his violet eyes on his mother. A color she's grown to love and adore, but only on him.
"Hello my little love," Elaina greeted softly, as Aegon yawned tiredly.
Elaina pushed the stray hair strands away from his face, to let him glance around their environment. Elaina followed his actions, catching many smiles and nods of greeting.
As Queen, Elaina had tried her best to follow in the footsteps of the late queen. Elaina would head into the city to the orphanage where the children were happy to see their queen, she would read them stories, have food made for them, and bring coin to those in need of medicine.
Elaina knew that Viserys was glad that someone else was doing his job, he couldn't bother with his people when he had other matters to worry about.
Otto Hightower disliked her little trips to the orphanages, as he found the people of the city to be dirty and rotten, and he worried for his daughter's well-being as she was carrying Aegon inside her stomach.
"Are you hungry, my love?" Elaina asked the young prince.
Aegon looked back at his mother before shaking his head no, wanting to stay out longer outside on his mother's lap. Elaina nodded her head before looking around the campsite once more to watch the lords and ladies enjoy themselves, inside and outside the royal tent.
"Your Grace," A voice had called out from behind her, Ser Harrold bowed before moving away to reveal a man with a crane and a disfigured foot.
"Larys Strong, I believe we haven't met," Elaina said, nodding her head at the man.
Larys smiled before approaching the young queen, looking around him to see if there was anything to sit on before finally settling to sit on the ground.
"Ser Harrold, please grab him a chair," Elaina said, worried that the stiffness of the ground would ache Larys' condition.
