Daenerys watched as her mother's maidservant Jeyn, pours the last jar of warm water in the tub, as the Queen was soaked and steamed.
"Is it hot?"
Aemma chuckles. "It's warm sweetling. I like it this way." She replies as her eyes are closed and her head is laid over the tub's lip.
The princess comes to touch the water when
the doors of the Queen's chambers are opened and the King walks in.
"Your Grace." The servants acknowledge him, bowing lowly.
"Your mother spends more time in that bath than I do on the throne." Viserys began.
Daenerys submerged her hand and turns smiling at him. "Seemingly coincidental I would venture." she says as her father pecks her cheek.
"You missed Breakfast this morrow." Daenerys gave her father a side eyes.
Viserys sighs. "Forgive me sweetling. I had important business to attend to. But I'll make it up to you." He taps her arms.
Daenerys bops.
"I hear you've bonded with three dragons. Is that true?"
Daenerys grins. "Drogon, Rheagar and Viserion. All three are sworn to me." she tells him confidently.
Her Father is stunned. "That's wonderful my dear. A mother of dragons amongst our kin. Just like the conqueror. I am proud of you."
"Thank you father." Daenerys acknowledged. "I should go to bed, the hour is growing late, good night." she pecks his cheek, then goes to peck her mother's forehead.
"Good night mother."
"Night sweetling. Make sure to take your antidotes before you sleep." Aemma calls after her.
"I will." Daenerys exits her quarters.
"She's a special girl." Viserys mused.
"Quite different from her twin. Rheanyra is the opposite.... Leave us all of you." Aemma commands, ordering the servants and handmaids in her chambers to quickly vacate. Jeyn shuts he door behind her, standing outside with the servants, along with Ser Ryam, the commander of the King's Guard.
"How are you feeling?" Viserys asked, sitting on a stool.
"Tired, splendid, irritated." Aemma tells him amusingly. "I sometimes have mood swings, cravings too. This is the only place I can find comfort these days." she chuckles softly.
"It's tepid." Viserys stirs the water.
"As warm as the maesters will allow." Aemma tells him breezily.
"Don't they know that dragons prefer heat?" Viserys counters.
"After this miserable pregnancy, I would not be surprised if I hatched an actual dragon." Aemma points out.
The King chuckles."And he will be loved and cherished." He kisses her knuckles.
"Daenerys claims it is a boy named Aegon."
"A fine name." Viserys smiled.
" Rhaenyra has already declared that she is to have a sister, she even named her." The Queen tells her lord husband.
Viserys rues the possibility but cannot help but smile. "Dare I ask?"
"Visenya."
"Gods be good. Our family already has it's Visenya." The King sighs.
"She even chose a dragon's egg for the cradle that she said reminded her of Vhagar, and Daenerys said she'd allow her unborn brother claim one of her dragon." Aemma shook at her in disbelief, chuckling as her husband kisses her knuckles.
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