The Mother of Dragons.

THE LORD OF THE TIDES.

[dragon count: 8]

–VAENA HUMMED SOFTLY AS SHE HER HAND THROUGH Joffrey's dark curls, her other hand rubbing his back as he cuddled further into the coolness of her body.

Watching her younger brother, Jacaerys who was taking High Valyrian lessons. Light yet noticeable footsteps caught her attention– her ear slightly twitching as she glanced up at the steps to see her mother dressed in a beautiful red dress walking down the steps, every once and a while rubbing her hand over her growing bump.

"The Conqueror and his sisters sailed with a great army." Jacaerys said, translating at his best of what his teacher– Maester Gerardy was saying in Valyrian. "Se Blakuata rasho dranot vilino viartis." Maester Gerardy said as Jacaerys paused, exhaling before answering.

"And landed at the blackwater rush." Jacaerys said as Rhaenyra smiled. "Dranot." she repeated as Jacaerys looked down, muttering Dranot repeatedly as he tried to dig into his brain to figure out what it meant.

"Dranot– At the end?" he asks, frustratedly putting out his arm and looking at his mother. "The mouth." Vaena spoke, grinning at her brother's slight failure as Rhaenyra gave her a warning look to which Vaena just smiled innocently back at.

"Mouth! Ah, come on, Jace. You knew that." he spoke to himself as Vaena stood, readjusting Joffrey in her arms so that they would both be comfortable, walking next to her brother who began repeating the words so he could get used to it.

Maester Gerardy glanced at Rhaenyra and Vaena as he spoke up once more, his hands folded in front of him. "Dranot vilionio viartis." as Jacaerys continued to mutter the word to himself, leaning against the stone table in front of him, his hands tapping at a fast pace.

"Dranot– Come on, Jace." He tried encouraging himself as Rhaenyra glanced at her eldest son. "Perhaps that's enough for this morning." she suggested, Jace's head snapping into her direction, putting up a hand in protest.

"No, no. I-I want to keep going" he stated, his eyes darting back at Maester Gerady as Rhaenyra folded her hands over her stomach. "Maester." Jace said in a tone which Maester Gerady understood to continue once more.

"Guesi misenakson Aegon undas." the older man said as Vaena silently observed the situation, leaning against the stone table with raised eyebrows– her lilac eyes darting back and forth as she watched her brother with slight pity.

"Aegon...ordered that the trees should be..." trailing off as he paced forward before turning to his mother and teachers with a proud smile, his hands out. "...Killed." he said with a smile on his face before his hands fell back to his side as Vaena spoke up once more.

"Felled. It is a related word though." Vaena corrected with an apologetic smile on her face as Jace pursed his lips. Rhaenyra looked back at Vaena who hummed quietly to herself, looking around the room with a clueless expression on her face.

Rhaenyra turned back to Jace. "I don't expect you to learn High Valyrian in a day, Jace." she said as Jace sighed. "Someone in line for the throne should honour the traditions of his forebears." he said as Vaeana tilted her head, shrugging in agreement.

"Well...Unless you're planning to depose your mother and older sister, you have plenty of time to study." Rhaenyra said, a soft smile on her face.

"It's alright, Jace. Everyone makes mistakes." Vaena said wisely, placing a hand on his shoulder with a kind smile on her face as he glanced up at her with a pout. "Not you– you were already fluent in Valyrian by the time you were nine." he muttered angrily but not angry at his older sister but at himself.