The black Queen
Rhaenyra massaged her round belly. Whilst all the other times Rhaenyra had been sure it would be boys, this time around she was unconvinced.
At time it felt like a girl, at times like something other was at play.
" The building was demolished " the Maester pronouciated, slowly in high Valyrian.
Jace frowned, clearly distressed. He pushed himself too hard , since the year before her half-brother — Aemond and Daeron — had shown off their knowledge of the ancient language by default excluding her children Jace had been hellsbent- intent on learning high Valyrian and becoming better than anyone else at it.
It was a disaster waiting to happen for Jace had never been too skilled in learning foreign languages, and only half of Valyrian blood seemed to impede to him an eased learning of the Targaryen's mother tongue.
"The building was... broken?" he asked, his voice almost pitifully hopeful.
Her son had many deal of great qualities, but learning — ahem — was not one of them. He had had a difficult time learning by the book and he learned better by practicing still, high Valyrian was proving especially hard on him.
Daemon, sat before the hearth contained a snigger as he balanced Viserys on his tight, murmuring to him in Valyrian himself.
" Demolished ," Rhaenyra corrected in westeron, hiding a sneer at the bolt of pain coming from her side "It is quite enough Maester," she said "you can go,"
Jace scrambled almost across the Painted Table at that "No, I can do more" he promised, so very earnest.
He was so young, Rhaenyra considered, he deserved to be carefree yet, instead he was so consumed by his need to prove himself that he was loosing track of his still innocent years.
"Go," Rhaenyra replied again, a smile curling across her lips "Overworking yourself is not doing you any good, darling" she told him softly, walking to him and taking his hand in hers.
It was flexed and tensed into a fist and Rhaenyra massaged it to work the tension away from it.
Her darling son, her firstborn son, so eager to prove himself worthy of the fate that the Gods had bestowed upon him.
"I cannot rest, mother. I need to learn, Aemond and Daeron aren't even heirs to the Iron throne and they know it better than I!" he clamored and therein laid the woodworm of the issue.
"You are the heir to the Iron throne," she said "but you have time to learn yet," she promised "A long time yet, unless you mean to unthrone your own mother" she added with a soft laugh.
Jace hung his head "how did you learn it all?"
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