58. Little Dragon

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Taelon Targaryen was the first born son of Viserys Targaryen and thought to be a wild child but he was a great king and a family man. He married Alicent Hightower and they had many wonderful children together. He was a strong leader, a good warrior and a doting son to his mother. 

At least thats how the story went. 

Davina wanted her Taelon to have someone to look up to in their Targaryen ancestors and that started with a strong name. She knew Taelon would always look up to Jon, he was the best man in the world.

Davina was named after the first Davina Targaryen, she had married Maegor the cruel. She ruled after his death and became the first queen to rule by herself. No one stood against Davina Targaryen, queen of the seven kingdoms, no one dared to face her dragon, Fury's wrath either. Davina had been hoping Daenerys would generously gift Davina a dragon but that had yet to happy. That bitch. WHy did she need three?

Whatever, Davina was much to busy for dragons anyways, she had a baby to tend to and raise and try not to fuck up. 

Jon, although originally named after Aegon there were too many Aegons in history and some of them were royal fuck ups but the same could be said about the davina's throughout Targaryen history. So Taelon was a great choice in their son and heir. 

Jon never thought he would be a father, he had wanted to go to the wall and do his duty because he never felt like he had a place here in westeros but not he was married, legitimized, had a child with the woman he loved. He couldnt imagine anything better. 

"He doesnt like sleep." Jon realized. 

"He is a night owl." Davina agreed. "And to think we used to be able to stay up all night long." Davina yawned into him. 

"Now we can't keep our eyes open for a good night kiss." Jon mused, Davina fell into him missing his lips and kissing his chin instead. Jon laughed wrapping his arms around her. 

"Just give up, our lives are over now." Davina remarked when Avalon swooped in like the angel she was. 

"I got him." Avalon assured picking up a whiny Taelon. "Go get some sleep, I got him."

"Thank you mama!" Davina agreed falling into bed. Avalon bounced Taelon in her arms heading out the door. 

Mothers were magical but over tired mothers were not much help when their brains couldnt focus on anything past oh my lordy why am I awake right now?

"Hi honey," Avalon cooed, the moment Davina and Jon's heads hit the pillow they were falling into a deep sleep. Jon sprawled out, snoring softly while Davina curled into him. 

"There you are, I was wondering where you ran off to." Tywin remarked reaching out for Avalon. "Oh you stole the baby." Tywin smiled as Avalon carefully got into bed with Taelon in her arms. 

"He's so sweet, he's just like Davina was, a cuddle bug, always wanted to be right next to someone at all times, you remember that?" Avalon pondered tipping her head into Tywin. 

"I do." He agreed. Tywin reached out long thin fingers stroking Taelon's little head. Light blonde tuffs on his head, he was glad to see the Lannister genes shining through. "He's not letting them sleep." Tywin realized. 

"You remember that too?"

"With all them." Tywin agreed. "Little butts." Tywin murmured. "I forgot what sleep was like for a long time." 

"I miss it," Avalon admitted. "Im so glad we have a baby to dote on now!" 

"You dont want another of your own?"

"No." Avalon corrected too quickly. "But tomorrow night you can remind me how its done." Avalon added kissing him. 

"I like the sound of that." Tywin agreed. Avalon started humming down to Taelon, he stopped fussing, eyes wide staring back at her. 

"Im a little dragon strong and stout. Here is my tail and here is my snout. If I get upset, you better watch you! I'll roar and shout and stomp about!"

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