Rogue | Daemon&Rhaenyra

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Saerra nestles against Rhaenyra's comforting embrace, finding solace in the warmth of her cousin's arms. Her feet find rest upon Daemon's lap, his gentle touch tracing circles on her tired legs, bringing relief to the ache that lingers.

Saerra's gaze flickers between Rhaenyra and Daemon, catching the unspoken words that pass between them. There is a secret held within their eyes, a truth yearning to be shared, and her heart quickens with a mix of hope and trepidation.

As Rhaenyra's hands tenderly glide over the gentle curve of Saerra's abdomen, the realization dawns upon her. Their eyes meet, and in that moment, they share an unspoken agreement. It is time. Time to reveal the truth that binds them together, a truth that will forever shape their lives.

Daemon's fingers still upon her legs, and his voice quivers with a mix of excitement and sorrow.

"There is something you must know."

Saerra's breath catches in her throat, her eyes wide with anticipation. She leans forward, her hand reaching out to clasp Daemon's, seeking strength and reassurance.

Rhaenyra's touch lingers upon the gentle curve of Saerra's belly, her eyes gleaming with unshed tears.

" You are with child," She whispers, her voice filled with a tender mix of joy and pain.

Saerra's heart skips a beat, a myriad of emotions crashing over her like a tidal wave. The tears well in her eyes, their shimmering presence a reflection of the conflicting emotions that surge within her. Joy intertwines with sorrow, hope intertwines with grief, creating a kaleidoscope of emotions that leaves her breathless.

She reaches for her belly, her hand trembling, fingers tracing the contours of the life that grows within her. A mixture of awe and longing fills her, the weight of the unborn child anchoring her to a future fraught with both beauty and heartache.

"Harwin..." Saerra trails, her voice barely above a whisper as reality settles upon her shoulders.

The sandy beach falls silent, the weight of the revelation hanging in the air. Saerra's tears fall freely now, a testament to the complexities of her emotions. Rhaenyra's embrace tightens, her arms enfolding Saerra in a cocoon of love and understanding. Daemon's hand reaches out to cup Saerra's cheek, his touch a gentle caress that seeks to wipe away both tears and sorrows.

Saerra's tears glisten like tiny diamonds, catching the soft moonlight as they trace delicate paths down her cheeks. They are tears born of the bittersweet knowledge that accompanies her pregnancy. A child conceived out of wedlock, carrying the weight of the label 'bastard' even before drawing its first breath.

Saerra's chest tightens, her breath catching in her throat. The waves crash against the shore in a symphony of rhythm, mirroring the ebb and flow of her emotions.

As the tears continue to fall, they become an offering of both sorrow and triumph. Each droplet represents a vow, a promise that Saerra makes to herself and her unborn child. She will be their protector, their unwavering shield against a world that may seek to diminish their worth.

A dragon screeching through the gloomy skies breaks the silence and the tension. All heads turn up, seeing a giant shadow soaring above, one that lands right by the castle.

And so, Saerra wipes away her tears, forcing herself to regain composure, even if it's just temporarily. Daemon and Rhaenyra walk with the expecting mother down the beach and up the many stone steps of the castle. For a moment, they leave behind their time together on the beach and get ready for bed, but Rhaenyra is barely able to slip on a nightgown before the guards are shouting in the hall and telling the Princess to come quickly.