Chapter 55. The New Way Of Life

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2 BC

'We shall arrive here... does not matter whether or not the lords comply,' Aegon said, pointing at the place at the painted table. He did not wear a crown because he was not yet King but he had his ambitious plans. And there was definitely a crown being made just to his liking to be ready for the coronation. 'The fort should be made here... simple at first and then we will modify it to suit our plans. They will not see us coming.'

'They will definitely see us coming,' Visenya answered with a huff, her hand slowly stroking her big, pregnant belly as she leaned over the painted table. 'Because what's the point in having dragons then? We won't start our reign by being sneaky, we shall come to them with fire and blood.'

'And we shall call it... Aegonfort,' Aegon declared dramatically. Rhaenys, who was sitting on the other side of the table, snorted.

Visenya rolled her eyes, 'Of course, it is your suggestion. Selfish much, brother?'

'Me? Selfish? It's like you don't know me at all. But I see your point. We shall call it after this little guy-' Aegon reached out to put a hand on Visenya's stomach but she swatted it away.

Aegon - the big, intimidating man he was - pouted.

'Come on, love, it's his heir in there,' Rhaenys said, making Visenya look at her. 'Let the man be included.'

'I will name something after you,' Aegon promised. When Visenya squinted her eyes at him, he added, 'Something big and scary.'

'Alright,' Visenya grumbled but the corners of her lips tugged slightly upward.

'Yes!' Aegon exclaimed happily before putting both of his big palms on Visenya's stomach. Visenya moved his hands so he could feel their child move inside of her.

Rhaenys got up and joined them, putting her palm on Visenya's stomach as well but without asking permission. Because, unlike Aegon, she was allowed to touch their sister whenever she wanted.

'Very soon Westeros shall be ours,' Aegon said. 'And you, little one, one day will be the King of Westeros.'

'What if it's a girl?' Rhaenys asked.

Visenya smiled, her voice stern yet affectioned, 'Then she shall be Queen.'

***

Diane woke up slowly as if the dream wasn't ready to let go of her just yet. That was... interesting. She rarely dreamt of things she remembered afterward, let alone had such vivid dreams about her ancestors. In truth, she never dreamt about her ancestors at all so the dream left her rather confused. Maybe she should ask Aliyah about it?

Diane's thought process was interrupted by a knock on her door. Diane yawned and sat up, taking a few seconds to stretch. She felt tired lately, especially in the mornings, but she supposed it was something she should have expected. She kept herself rather busy with running Dragonstone for the past two months while also finding time to visit her family and spend occasional (but very satisfying) evenings in Otto's rooms.

The knock came again and Diane shouted, 'Come in!' before throwing off her covers and getting out of bed. It started getting colder lately and the Citadel sent out the letters a week ago that the summer had officially ended and they were moving into the fall. They didn't send one to Dragonstone, of course, because they were still butthurt about Diane's attitude but she did not mind. Gerardys was keeping track of the change of seasons out of habit and Dragontemple was always attentive for such clues as well.

By High Priest's estimate, the fall would last for a few more months before the cold finally settled in for the next year or so. He was rather sure the winter would be warm and short with the summer coming back around 120 AC. It wasn't too bad and Dragonstone was more or less prepared for the winter to come, even though there were still loads of things to be done to make sure the people of Dragonstone would be as comfortable as possible during the colder months.

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