Castles Crumbling / Helaena Targaryen/ Taelon Targaryen

3. Tournament

"It's wonderful." Viserys declared. "Maybe we both have boys."

"I want a little girl like Calla," Taelon corrected time and time again.

"Right, right." Viserys agreed. "I have missed you brother."

"Calla likes Dragonstone." Taelon reminded him. "She has been the conductors of the nursery."

"You painting again?" Viserys questioned.

"Of course, I always draw for Calla." Taelon agreed.

"Taelon!" Rhaenyra ran from alicent and darted towards her uncle.

"Hey kid."

"You are barely four years elder than me. Im hardly a kid." Rhaenyra corrected hugging him.

"Always going to be a kid to me."

"How is aunt Calla?"  Rhaenyra questioned.

"She is here for the heirs tournament."  Taelon answered. "And very happy. We are expecting again."

"I will pray this one makes it." Rhaenyra agreed.

"Is daemon here? I havent seen him." Taelon recalled turning to viserys

"You know him he never misses the lists." Viserys assured.

"Tomorrow?" Calla questioned. "How do they know?"

"Lucky guess i suppose." Aemma answered.

"I have moons to go. Im so nervous." Calla admitted.

"As am I." Aemma agreed. "This will be my last."

"What do you mean?"

"I have taken all the loss i can bear." Aemma answered. Calla sighed understandably they both struggled to keep a child to term. Both had still born births. Too many to count between them.

"I as well but i dont want to stop until I have one to call my own." Calla countered

"It is different for you and taelon. He is not the heir. You are not queen. You are not forced to..." aemma stopped herself. She loved her husband but his needs for an heir took the romance out of everything.

"I dont understand." Calla admitted.

"My sweet girl you are almost as young as my rhaenyra." Aemma remarked

"I have been married almost four years now and I have loved taelon since the moment i met him." Calla declared. Aemma smiled holding her hand. "And i have known loss but i have loved each one of them."

"As have I sweet girl."

Calla paced back and forth hands on her little baby bump when taelon came back to their chambers.

"Whats wrong? Do you need a maester?"  Taelon rushed to her side. He always rushed to her. Calla shook her head sitting down.

"Oh Tael," calla sighed. He held her. "Im worried about tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? Why? The tourney? Honey," taelon chuckled kissing her temple. "Im a skilled warrior. I know you might have forgotten between my yoga skills and dancing abilities but i am a very dangerous man." Calla giggled out. "What?"

"Im picturing you as dangerous." Calla answered. Taelon groaned out dramatically flopping back onto the bed.

"Oh my flower, you torment me!"  Taelon declared. Calla rolled over on top of him laughing out.

"You ready for bed?" Calla whispered kissing his chest. Strong arms wrapped around her.

"Yeah. Im ready." Taelon agreed.