So Close I Can Taste It.

Part 14

Over the past few weeks, you'd felt constantly nauseous and hadn't had moonblood for some time. You'd told Euron your concerns and he'd immediately sent you off to see the Maester, advising that he'd seat the meetings with the small folk whilst you were away. You knew it wouldn't take long, there was not many a common man who would ask Euron Greyjoy for anything.

After only a few moments of an examination, he'd confirmed your suspicions. You were indeed with child.

"I'm happy. I just...didn't expect it to be...so soon," you consciously brought your hand to your stomach as you sat back up.

"If you...want something for it...we can get you it, it's not too late" the maester put a comforting hand on your shoulder. "You are the Queen. He is King because he married you. Not the other way around, these things happen when you want. Not on his word,"

You knew this. As did Euron. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew this was part of the reason he wanted an heir so badly. This and that he was the only one of carry on his name.

One night, you'd been lying in his arms and told him you'd worried that if you had a heir, your enemies, Euron's enemies might harm any you. He'd told you kill anyone who dared try. He'd lock them in cells or give them to his men or cut of their own limbs and feed them back to them. If they dared come after his Queen or his heir, he'd ensure they'd never have their own heirs. Euron was often rather candid in describing violence.

"Did he force you to have this child," the maester asked.

"No! I want this, Euron wants this, he'll be so pleased, the people will be happy to hear there is an heir on the way,"

."I know what people think of him. I know what people say...I don't care, they don't know him. Not like I do, Euron loves me, he'd kill any man who disrespected me, yes he's the man they say he is....but he's not like that when he's with me,"

Your maester sighed deeply and sat down opposite you. "At least with the Ironborn in the city, the city's taverns have never been busier," he spoke dryly. "And there'll be no Greyjoy rebellions being that, the heir to the throne is one," He crossed his arms. "He's all over you, all of the time, it's quite...inappropriate, in that meeting with the Lord from the Reach, he almost had his tongue down your throat,"

Every small council meeting, Euron would be taking your hand in his, and he'd be biting or kissing your neck during meals, and after banquets, he'd often pick you up bridal carry before the guests had even left and take you upstairs, if you were sitting on the throne greeting other Lords and Ladies, he practically be resting on the arm, and when he sat down, he'd often pull you onto his lap and thread his arms around you.

"He thought the Lords heir was looking at me, Euron's very protective," you moved to the window, your dress flowing behind you "You don't want to know the other option Euron would have opted for," You didn't mention that he'd taken you on the table the second the door was closed. "I'm pretty sure I can imagine," You smoothed down your dress "Send for the King, I'll need to speak with him,"

**

You heard your maester leave and you stared out to sea until you heard the door open and saw your husband enter and approach you. It could have been seconds, minutes or hours.

"Euron, my King," you smiled and put your arms around his neck, beaming up at him, trying to ignore your heart beating hard against your chest.

"What is it? Miss me already?" He pulled a face at you.

"My Euron," You cupped his cheek gently, "I have news," you looked up into his eyes. "I'm...I think..." you trailed off.

"You think what, Y/N," Euron's eyes were quizzical as he filled in and he tilted his head to one side.