Wolf Queen

chapter eighteen

One month later

These past few weeks I have not been feeling well at all. Tommen suggested I see Grand Maester Pycelle. I already knew I was carrying Tommen's child, but I humored him.

"What if you are deathly ill and die?" Tommen points out.

I roll my eyes and chuckle. "I'm not deathly ill, Tommen. Don't worry, I will go and see the maester so you'll stop worrying."

He smiles before kissing my forehead. "Good. Come straight to me after. I want to know what's going on."

I leave the room and go to find the maester. I looked for what seemed like ages. My feet began to hurt, something they've never done before.

Jaime Lannister caught my eye. "Ser Jaime!"

He turns. When he does, he smiles. I walk over to him and he takes my hand, kissing it lightly.

"My queen, what can I do for you?" He asks.

"Would you happen to have seen Grand Maester Pycelle?" I ask.

"Yes, shall I escort you to him?" He asks and I nod, taking his arm.

"Thank you." I say and smile.

"What do you want with the maester, if you don't mind me asking."

"I haven't been feeling well and Tommen thinks I'm going to die if I don't visit him." I tell him.

"Well, he's not wrong." Jaime says as we turn a corner.

I look at him. Is he being serious? I'm not going to die. I mean, I could when I give birth, but no. I won't.

"I'm not going to die, Ser Jaime." I say and lightly chuckle.

Jaime's eyes move from my eyes to my hair. "I like what you've done to your hair."

"Um, thank you." I say awkwardly.

Jaime stops to a room. It was Grand Maester Pycelle's room. I was just here not even ten minutes ago. I sigh and move away from Jaime.

"Thank you, Ser Jaime for the help." I say kindly.

"It was my pleasure, my queen. If you need escorting to again, I'll gladly do it." He smiles.

I nod and knock on the door. I hear a faint, 'come in' and I do so. As I walk in, I see he is attending to someone.

"Oh, I apologize. I didn't realize you were seeing someone," I say and maester Pycelle looks up, "I can come back later."

"No, no, your grace, I am almost finished here." He says.

I wait patiently for him to finish. I was not trying to rush him. I felt like I was. I felt like he felt rushed, so I turned away and looked out the window.

The door opens and I turn. The person he was seeing to had left.

"Now, what can I do for you, your grace?"

I walk over to him and sit down in a chair. "Tommen is afraid I am dying because I have not been feeling well these past few weeks. I suspect I am carrying his child, but he thinks I am going to die."

I think to myself. I scoff. "Well, I've come to see if I am dying or not."

He chuckles lightly. "If you were dying, you would look like you are dying. I think you are right, you are carrying a child. Your stomach is growing."

I smile. "That's fantastic news."

"Tell King Tommen not to worry and that you are pregnant."

"Thank you, maester," I smile and stand up.

"Come back if you need anything else."

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"You-You are..?" Tommen asks, unable to believe it.

I nod and smile. He takes me into his arms, hugging me tightly. He kisses the side of my head, moving to my cheek, then my lips.

"We're going to be parents."

I nod and bite my lip. "We are."

He drops to his knees and kisses my growing stomach. My hands move to his shoulders. Tommen would make a great father.

"I found out something," he rises, "your friend, Margaery Tyrell, has been taken by the High Sparrow."

"Margaery? Why?" I ask and look up at him.

"Her brother has laid with another man, and she lied about it. I was thinking you could help her. She is your friend, after all." Tommen suggests.

"What do I do? Just go and demand that they release Margaery and Loras?" I ask.

Tommen shrugs. "I was just thinking. I wouldn't want them to take you, so maybe you shouldn't go."

"Why would they take me?"

"You were born a bastard and your father's side is incest." Tommen says.

I frown and look down. He takes my chin, lifting it up. "That isn't your fault, my love. They shouldn't do anything, you have the Stark name, even if you are a Targaryen by right."

"I'll go and see if I can reason with the High Sparrow." I finally say.

"Should I go with you?" He asks.

I shake my head. "No, I will be fine."

"I love you." He says just before kissing me again.

Little did I know that it would be the last kiss I would get for a while. The High Sparrow took me, placing me in a small cell. Tommen was right, it was for who my father's family was.

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So, as you can tell, I'm like obsessed with the Targaryen's. House Stark is my second favorite house. Maybe I'll even make it to where Dany and Lyanna finally meet. :)

-chloe