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 four 𓃦 Use me, please
King Viserys' health declined rapidly, without a certain knowledge to why and how. The Hand, Otto Hightower, tried to ease the king's children with sweet talk of how this was expected for some time, that he was getting old. To everyone but Baelor, Genna noticed. How at dinner, he'd sooth Helaena, Aemond, Aegon, how he wrote letters to Daeron in Oldtown but never did his words reach Baelor. It could mean two things in Genna's mind – her husband and the Hand got in a heated fight (again) or there is more to it than the eyes allow to see.
Alyssa was prompted on her chair between her uncle Aemond and grandsire Tyland, enthusiastically explaining how she went on dragon back, using her hands to show just how big Vhagar was. Her words left bitter taste in Baelor's mouth, drowning it down with Dornish red. Genna's hand rested across the red clothing of her dress, across her belly, her thumb drawing circles to soothe the babe from kicking her.
The closeness of Baelor made her shrink in her seat as he leaned closer to whisper, "why did my brother take my daughter on dragon back?"
Genna tore her gaze from Alyssa to look on her right, swallowing a lump in her throat, "she asked. And Aemond was kind enough fo –"
Baelor chuckled, shaking his head. He pulled himself away, speaking in his cup, "unbelievable."
Tears prickled in her eyes, biting her lower lip from preventing them from spilling – not here, not now. She glanced away from Baelor, back at her daughter's smile and how kindly her father asked her silly questions to keep her entertained.
