Bound by Blood and Oaths

Chapter 61

Dragonstone

Daenerys watched the sea as she gazed toward where King's Landing is. At times, she wished to be there. To stand next to Jaehaerys as they took their throne back. As she strokes her belly, she knows it was wise of Jaehaerys to make them stay. Well, he didn't force them yet made a good argument on why they should. Dany will admit she is in no shape to ride Aegor.

She turned around to Jeyne, who was still sleeping. Unfortunate for her, she drew the shorter and suffers more from the pregnancy's effects; tiredness, hard to keep food down. Dany hardly felt the effects, but it makes her all the more able to help Jeyne. She sat down next to Jeyne on the bed as she started to stir awake.

"Dany..." Jeyne muttered through a groan. Dany helped her up, letting Jeyne lean on the arms that wound around her. Soon enough, Jeyne was keeling over as whatever was in her came out. Daenerys stroked her back, keeping the hair out of her face.

"It's only for a few more weeks," Dany said comfortingly. The second queen gave a skeptical glance as she lay back on the bed. "Don't blame me, Jeyne. I can't help it that I have no qualms with carrying a child."

"Lucky... bastard," Jeyne muttered. "I wish to keep my breakfast inside for just one day..."

"I know."

"Any news?"

Daenerys let herself nestle under the sheets, her arms draped over Jeyne, just over the growing belly. Her own more prominent belly was pressed against Jeyne. In truth, she wished Jaehaerys was here as it felt more comforting. But Jeyne was more than enough to get through the weeks.

"I have not heard anything new. The siege goes well and they await the surrender. It has only been a week. Sieges are dull or so they say."

"Well, I'd rather be bored than vomit every breakfast," Jeyne chuckled. One hand was placed on Dany's stomach as she soon felt soft lips briefly on her own. Daenerys smiled as she looked into Jeyne's violet eyes. "Thank you, love. For helping me while you have... to make it through your own battle."

"It's your first while this is my third. I can manage it better than you," Daenerys said. However hesitant Jeyne was, since the boat trip where they had intercourse, she had no qualms loving her. Perhaps it was due to her fervently screaming her name. Dany can't deny it was pleasant to hear.

"How true..." Jeyne sighed. "So, any guess as to whether we have a boy or a girl?"

"I would say I am carrying a girl..." Daenerys said as she thought, her eyes glancing to the crib where Daenys still is sleeping. "It feels similar to Daenys."

"Hmm, I must have a boy then... Only a boy would cause such a struggle for a woman."

Daenerys chuckled, letting her head rest on Jeyne's chest. Luckily not so sensitive as it could have been. It would have been nice to hear the moans. "Perhaps you are right. What name would fit a prince, what do you think?"

"Aegon?"

"Oh, gods, let us think of a new name. So many Aegons in the family. Do us a favor and think of another. Perhaps after the Dragonknight, Aemon?"

"A warrior's name. Perhaps a fitting name. Although, I have been reading as I cannot walk a hundred steps before I find myself tired," Jeyne said. She shifted in the bed to face Daenerys, tucking a few of the silver strands behind her ear. "Aenar, the first Lord of Dragonstone. It may be fitting for the first prince after twenty years."

"How poetic," Dany said. "I agree. A good name. Aenor it is."

"Shouldn't the husband have a say in the naming of his child? He is the king after all."