Arabella Baratheon had been through absolute hell and back and then she meets Jon Snow, a bastard boy she couldn't love. But that doesn't mean she didn't love him.
But little does she know meeting him only made things worse for herself.
Will they g...
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Arabella reclined into the water the warmth it provided her sent perfect chills up her spine, she let a loud sigh of contempt and closed her eyes letting the warmth relax her aching muscles.
'Do you think Lord Glover will help us?' Sophia asked , sorting through the new gowns a kind woman had provided for the pregnant queen 'Have your visions been any help?'
'My visions have provided me nothing but hell. All I seem to see now is blood , my blood which makes me assume i'll die , without any chance of holding my children.' Arabella replied eyes still tightly shut.
'I won't allow that to happen' She simply said 'But have you thought of the war after this? The war with my sister? Or the dead?'
'Your sister will die if it has anything to do with me.' Arabella simply said , opening her eyes to see Sophia's reaction, the blonde didn't do anything apart from smile.
'She's not weak Arabella, she has gone through a lot she's powerful.'
'She may be powerful in her reign but when it comes to battle she will lose.. if it's the last thing I do.'
'Did you forget she holds three dragons..'
'Yes and you hold one extremely powerful dragon.' She stepped out the water , the cold of the winters air once again freezing her.
She placed on her night gown just as Jon entered the tent sweat dripping from his hair 'Goodnight' Sophia smiles exiting the tent.
Jon licked his lips at the sight of Arabella 'You feeling ok?' He asked a gentle hand on her stomach.
She simply nodded 'Our son seems to be growing stronger each day..'
'Our two sons..' Jon smiled.
'I'm not sure , I know one is a boy for sure , I can feel it..' She smiled as he held her hand softly kissing her neck in light pecks.
'Whatever they are i'll he happy.'
'I was thinking Jon , of names.'
Jon smiled nodding , Arabella placed a delicate hand to his face 'Our son will one day be king , therefor I think we should name him Robbie, after his brave uncle'
Jon stiffened at the touch and let out a soft sigh 'Not after your father?'
'My father failed to claim the throne but your brother was the rightful king of the North.' Arabella smiled 'I want our son to have a name people will remember. I didn't want it to be Robb as there could only ever be one true king named Robb and that was your brother'
'And if it's a girl?' Jon asked referring to their other child.
'I was thinking something gentle, just not after my mother , I never seemed to like the name Natalia..' She let out a small giggle, Jon joining in with her.
