Mother don't eat me / mother i'm trying so hard to be better
⠀ ⸺ ⠀House of the Dragon / Fire and blood
⠀ ⸺ ⠀male!oc x multiple
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Chapter three 𓃦 A plan for history books
In truth, Genna belonged nowhere – she didn't belong in Casterly Rock, she was too similar to the late Lady Maryanne Lannister. She didn't belong in King's Landing; she was too much of a Lannister. But she found peace within motherhood. It was the only thing she could call her own. While a son would be Baelor's one true Heir, Alyssa, Rhaella and Visenya were her own.
Rhaella wobbled around the Godswood with a fig in her tiny hands, skin sticky with the liquid gushing out of it, while Alyssa babbled something to her mother – Moonfyre will probably grow bigger than Vhagar, father said so. Visenya laid on a pool of blankets under the tree with Alara Tarly – a lady in waiting assigned to Genna – babbling something in her own language. And while Genna wished for nothing more but to sit next to her youngest, smother her in kisses, the condition she yet again found herself in prohibited her in doing so.
"Did you know that Queen Rhaenys went to fight the Dornish?" Alyssa spoke, eyes focused on the grass she picked as she crouched down, "she said that she will go there with fire and blood."
"Hm? Really?" Genna encouraged her daughter to continue her studies, one hand on the lower part of her belly, the other one resting on her lower back, "did your father tell you that?"
"Nope," she clicked her tongue at the p, pulling a daisy from the ground, offering it up for her mother, "I read it."
Genna smiled, taking the flower in her hands, "you read it?"
"Maester Orwylle did," Alyssa corrected herself with a toothy smile, "but I helped him."
Her mother chuckled gently once her eldest twin jumped from the ground to stand by her, arms folding around the side of her dress, "you will not need Maester Orwylle to help you read soon."
"Soon," Alyssa repeated with a dramatic sigh, pushing her head further in her mother's dress, head pressed against her leg.
Genna hummed in content, brushing her daughter's hair before Rhaella started waving with her sticky hand, "kēpus, kēpus!" (uncle)
Turning her head to where her younger twin waved, she saw Aemond walk out of the halls of the Keep – black doublet, matching pants and boots. While Alyssa remained her father's daughter, true to Baelor only, Rhaella became fond of her uncle. Almost dropping the fig her mother gave her moments ago, she ran to Aemond, collapsing in the front of his leg.
