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With the end of their first year of rule, also came the announcement that the Queen Daena Targaryen was with child. The realm rejoiced as Daena was the favourite the small folk as her kind nature was always extended to them with donations of food and coin to orphanages and her women charities and such and to see her so happy after the announcement of a child growing within her was a joy to common folk and nobles alike.
Over the moons as her pregnancy progressed, Daena swelled enormously with child. To the point where there were bets running as to whether the little queen would give birth to a full fledged dragon rather than an actual child.
Those were quickly squashed with a single swing of dark sister's blade.
Daena's lovers were ever compliant to any of their little wife's needs. It was known that Aegon would drop every small council meeting or any such trivial thing should she need him for even a moment. Rhaenys was never far from her side, providing the simple pleasures from sweet cravings to burying her face deep in her wife's cunt to provide some relief from the weight of the babe within her. Visenya well... there was little she wouldn't do for the girl carrying he continuation of Old Valyria within her.
But they also worried for their little Queen.
As happy as she seemed, in her eyes shone the sweetness and pain of a certain melancholy that not even she herself could describe. In all she said, however open she seemed, something always seemed held close to her chest. My dreams are not... fully formed, Daena had whispered one night while curled into Visenya's chest, the voices... they tell me of terrible wonderful things and yet also of nothing. I am afraid. But I do not yet know what of.
Which is why Visenya protested vehemently to a ball.
"It shall bring her some cheer." Aegon claimed after suggesting the idea to his eldest sister wives. "She is approaching some of the last moons of her pregnancy-"
"Which is why we cannot risk something like this." Visenya interrupted, laying her hands on the painted table to support her. "Daena is a peaceful girl, she does not do well in social situations surrounding only herself. Particularly if the social situation is to celebrate what is growing within her. She will spend the whole night paranoid."
"She will not-"
"Do you not know our wife, Aegon?" Visenya accused, narrowing her wives. "As perfect and clever and lovely as she is, she is challenged in terms of social interaction. She can hardly keep eye contact if she is worried about something. How will she know if danger is near?"
"We will be there." Aegon said with some sense of finality. "Myself, you and the Kingsguard. It is what we have them for. Daena will be protected."
Visenya watched her brother carefully. She knew perfectly well there was no romantic love between them, something she knew from birth. She loved only women. But one thing they shared was that they only loved their little Daena. She trusted him that no harm would come to the dreamy girl they loved with their entire bodies and souls.
She could only pray.
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"How beautiful you look, sweetling." Rhaenys said with a gleaming smile as she entered Daena's chambers the night of the ball. Rhaenys delighted in seeing her wife dressed in all her finery after so very long of merely maternal gowns. Seeing the swell of their child beneath Daena's silk was something that stirred something in her chest. "Blue suits you perfectly."
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𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 | the conquerors
Fanfiction❝and i'm thrashing on the line, somewhere between desperate and divine❞ in which their dreamer wins their war after having won their hearts
