To Take What Is Rightfully Ours

Chapter 40. Naming a Dragon

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Daemon didn't even bother to change his clothes, just kicking off his boots and falling face-first into the bed. A few seconds later Rhaenyra's hand started stroking his hair.

'A hard day?' she asked. Daemon muttered something intelligible into the sheets. 'I didn't quite catch that.'

The prince turned on his right side and said, 'All of them are idiots.'

'All of them?'

'Yes.'

'What about Harwin?'

There was a small pause.

'Alright, almost all of them. But he is more of an exception to the rule than anything.'

Rhaenyra smiled at that, then made a sudden loud huff that prompted Daemon to raise his head and look at her.

'Is everything alright?'

'The baby is kicking,' Rhaenyra muttered, shifting her position to a more comfortable one. 'As if she is afraid I'll forget she is there.'

Daemon let out a laugh and climbed higher on the bed to be able to put both of his hands on Rhaenyra's belly. 'Look at you, already giving your mother trouble,' he said, kissing his wife's stomach.

'She is definitely your kid,' the princess huffed, then kept quiet for a few seconds and asked, 'You will be alright with her actually being a girl, won't you?'

Rhaenyra knew that many men strived for a son - her father was one sad example - and even though she knew just how much Daemon loved Diane, a part of her was still worried her husband might be disappointed. Even more so considering that she made a decision that her firstborn child would be an heir to the Iron Throne regardless of them being a boy or a girl.

'If I'm honest, I'll even be a little bit relieved,' Daemon said, stroking Rhaenyra's stomach. 'I know how to raise a girl. I did a pretty good job, I think.'

'An excellent one,' Rhaenyra nodded with a small smile.

'And a boy... I guess it's not that different but it'll take trial and error to get the hang of it.'

'You are doing pretty well with Aemond.'

'Yes, but... he is not actually my son, is he? It's different.'

'I suppose I get that,' Rhaenyra agreed. She cared for and looked after her younger siblings but it was not the same as having a child of your own.

Daemon kissed her stomach again. 'Anyway, I know we'll figure it out. I mean... we already went through teething with Aemond and we survived more or less in one piece. How hard can the rest be?'

'I know you have the birds and the bees talk covered,' Rhaenyra said with a teasing smile.

'She told you about it?' Daemon asked and then sighed without waiting for an answer, 'Of course, she told you about it.'

'I think it was very nice of you.'

'Well...' Daemon rolled to his side to lay beside Rhaenyra. 'I wasn't trying to be nice, I just- I've seen enough to know that the world is full of people who won't waste an opportunity to take advantage of someone young and naive - girl or boy - and I couldn't do anything about her being young so I made sure she was not naive when it comes to... such things.'