The Bronze Dragon-A House of the Dragon fanfic

Chapter 25

My mother and father began turning into a more visible ruling couple around this time. With the concerns of the past now firmly cast aside, they embraced the more intimate side of their marriage. As always, I will not discuss such details here; I have no desire to become another Coryanne Wylde, and this is not another Caution For Young Girls.

What I can say is that it did not impede their duties in any way. My father would continue rule of RUnestone in the fair but just manner that is his hallmark, and my mother continued expanding Barden's library on her little creatures. One thing that did come through in this time however was my mother's care for children, and the beginning of her patronage of the arts. To this day, she maintains several motherhouses and artistic projects out of her own personal treasury.

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Helaena had heard all sorts of things growing up from her sister, particularly as Nesaena and Aegon's marriage had soured. She had even overheard her saying that she pitied Daevar for marrying Helaena; it was one of the few times Aegon had vocally agreed with her. Aemond had been there for her of course, but the comments did get to her from time to time. It had even left her thinking that maybe this marriage would end up like her parents; she saw the distance between her mother and father.

Now, she realised that nothing was further from the truth.

Here, with her and Daevar lying side by side on the bed, lips attached to each others, she was sure there could be nothing better than being in his arms. Apart from kissing him, that was. SHe loved to kiss him; it gave her a stirring she had never felt before with anything else in her life. Even when he used his fingers to make her peak, the closeness that she just got from kissing him made her feel not just safe, but loved in a way she wasn't sure would be possible for her.

"I could stay kissing you all day." Helaena said. It was still early morning in Runestone and they wouldn;t be required for another hour or so, but in here, it felt like nothing could touch them. Like it was their own world where the politics and swords couldn;t get to them.

"Then nothing would get done." Daevar replied, brushing a strand of her behind her ear. "But I cannot say it would be unwelcome." He added, kissing her again.

"Your hair's longer than before our visit to Lady Jeyne." Helaena said as they broke apart, twirling a strand of it around her finger.

"Kermit suggested I try growing it out, seeing as every other Targaryen does." He replied. "I'm not so sure about it myself."

"Neither am I." Helaena replied. "I prefer you with short hair anyway." She smiled before kissing him once more. The short hair was more familiar to her, and it made her feel like she really was with someone who was far from the politics of King's Landing. Not to mention that she liked running her hands through his shorter hair. "Maybe I can try cutting it?" She asked. She had done so with Alyssa a few days ago.

"We'll see." Daevar replied. "For now, much as I hate to say it, we should get moving. You had an appointment with Septon Carrick, right?"

Helaena nodded as Daevar climbed out of the bed. "We're going to start discussions on building a motherhouse just outside the walls." She said before sitting up. "THere are a lot of unloved children, Daevar. The least we can do is make life more comfortable for them. Give them a place to live."

Daevar nodded. He remembered his own upbringing without a mother and a father who had abandoned him; in many ways, he was as good as an orphan himself, even if Carrick might not agree with him on that. He did have an easier life than most orphans in the world; he knew that much. "You're not thinking of adopting one of them, are you?"