RunAway Gentle Dragon|| Naerys Targaryen

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Recovery.

It was slow, but steady.

Aemon laid in peace in his wife's embrace as the sun dipped under the horizon for the day's retirement. Naerys was exhausted. Bags formed under her big eyes of lilac. Silver-gold curls uncared for and messy. She felt like a ship wreck, but she didn't complain.

She would never complain, nor could she. She was a gentle scared soul.

Aemon looked up at her. Violet eyes staring with admiration. "My gentle dragon," he murmured and she looked down with a smile. He begun to call her that, and she surprisingly began to answer to it. "Did I ever tell how much I love you?" He said reaching up and caressing her cheek, his hand still weak from the lingering effect of the poison. She gave him a smile. Leaning down to kiss his sweat slicked forehead.

"A million times, Aemon."

"Well I shall it again," he said. "I love you."

She chuckles. "I love you too."

Aemon glances out the window. "Let's have another child," he said looking back at her. Naerys eyes widen and her eyebrows shot.

"Another one?" She murmurs. "Isn't Daeron already a handful?"

"He's getting older, and the height he's getting too I look like an old man," Aemon said with smile. "Soon Daeron will be a man, and I a old man."

Naerys laughs as she strokes his short silver-gold hair. "But that is many years away, my love," she says softly. Aemon gave her a smile before closing his eyes. "Can we?" He began, opening one of his violet eyes.

"Have another child?"

***
Months later

Her husband was singing as Daeron quite tiredly tried to break from his father's muscular arms that hugged him tightly. Naerys laughed. Her mind wondering to life within her, to the child that would join their family.

"LET ME GO!" Daeron shrieked, and Aemon sung louder. He wasn't good at sing, his voice was too deep and each crack made her laugh.

Daeron let out a loud curse and Aemon and Naerys froze stiff. Daeron sliding out of his loose tunic and dashing away through the open doors and into the courtyard where Aemon soon cornered him.

"What did you say?" Aemon said to a panicked Daeron. He wasn't angry, gladly her husband wasn't angry. He was disappointed just like she was as she walked over.

Daeron didn't repeat the word, only looking to the ground. Her little boy always hated when his parents were disappointed.

Like father, like son.

"Where did you learn that word?" Naerys asked over Aemon's shoulder, still stunned by its usage.

"From uncle Aegon," Daeron said. "He said it was fine to use it!"

"Well it's not!" Aemon said, frowning. "especially to your parents, young man," aemon stood and turned to leave.

"I'll be back."

"Go to your chambers, Daeron," Naerys said watching her husband as he walked away.

"But, mother!"

"Now." She said a little more sharply though she hated speaking this way to her son. Daeron walks off with his head bowed and Naerys goes to search for her husband.

Already sensing broken tension was to come.