LAENOR
114 AC
The year that followed Laenor’s wedding with the heiress of the Iron Throne was certainly a tough one.
For the most part, the new couple is living in Driftmark while Laenor takes care of the Velaryon fleet and the island.
The administration itself gave Laenor several headaches through the year.
His cousin, Ser Vaemond, doesn’t have nearly as much respect for him as he does for the Sea Snake.
Lack of age and deeds were not in his favor, even if he fought in the Conquest of Stepstones, as that war was now frequently named.
Yet, the most trouble he had was dealing with everything that was related to his marriage.
Rhaenyra was not impressed by the island for too much time and spent a lot of her day in the sky with Syrax or walking on the sands of the coast, a hobby she ended up developing during the year.
And during the night, she would share a considerable amount of time with her beloved knight in her bedchamber.
By Laenor’s perception, Rhaenyra is a very lustful young woman.
Even with his lost lover, he did not spend even half the same amount of time in the bedchamber.
Remembering Joffrey is still like stabbing his own heart, but he is getting more used to it with time.
Yet, he has not found solace with anyone else.
His focus is elsewhere now.
Just a few moons after their marriage, Rhaenyra announced that she was pregnant.
His father was delighted with the information; after all, he didn’t know about the arrangement that was made between him and Rhaenyra.
His mother, on the other hand, knew very well what the young couple was doing.
She observed in silence what was happening and often gave her inputs to them when they were alone.
Rhaenys was, of course, against the whole act, but she did not expose anything to her husband or even the king.
Laenor would be punished for going along with this, and the alliance between the Targaryens and the Velaryons would be drastically severed.
Her hands were tied, and trying to convince them was the only option she had.
Her first proposal was to Rhaenyra to lie with a man of Valyrian blood.
Maybe a Velaryon of another line that would be trustworthy.
Rhaenyra declined immediately.
She was not willing to open her legs to a man she didn’t feel any kind of affection for.
The second proposal was for Rhaenyra to not have any children at all and just let Laena’s future children be her heirs.
His wife was also against it.
She really wants her legacy on the throne at any cost.
In the end, any proposal made to Rhaenyra was rejected.
She was too stubborn about her plan.
Rhaenyra got things the way she wanted.
And now, Laenor finds himself waiting outside in the hallways of High Tide while Rhaenyra is in labor in the room in front of him.
She often screams with pain, making a shiver of sympathy go down his spine.
He was alone with her when she entered labor, and they quickly called the maester of Driftmark to make the delivery of the child.
The whole birth has been going for an hour, but it seems to be close to an end, according to the maester.
As Laenor is staring at the door, his mother finally arrives at a quick pace, looking at him with a very common frown from her in this past year.
“Is she close?” The lady consort of Driftmark asks directly.
Laenor nods his head.
“The maester said that it was quicker than average, but Rhaenyra was suffering more pain than he expected.
She might need to rest for some days.” The prince consort answers.
Rhaenys nods and then gets closer to her son.
“Is he with her right now?” The Queen Who Never Was whispers.
Laenor sighs.
“No.
He wanted to, but I denied.
We can’t let things become more obvious than they already are.
He is somewhere in the castle and will not be close to Rhaenyra until she recovers.” The heir of Driftmark explains.
Rhaenys sighs in relief.
“Good.
Now, we only need to pray that the child looks more Valyrian and the plan might actually work.” His mother says, and Laenor can only nod in complete agreement.
In just a few minutes, the screams of Rhaenyra fade, and in a few more minutes, the maester comes out of the room.
He gives a skeptical look to Laenor.
A bad sign.
“Maester, how did it go?” The prince consort asks, worried.
The maester sighs.
“It is done.
The babe was born.
A healthy boy.
The Princess is tired and has fallen asleep already.
Come with me.” The maester proclaims with a neutral tone.
Laenor and his mother entered the room with him.
Laenor sees a very sweaty Rhaenyra in the bed, covered by a blanket.
Her gold-silver hair is a mess all around her head and the bed.
She is breathing heavily.
And then, he sees the female assistants of the maester taking care of the child, who lets out some common sounds of a babe.
Apprehensive, Laenor comes closer, and the woman holding the child smiles at him before passing him over with a white blanket around him.
Time for the truth.
Laenor and Rhaenys take a good look at the babe.
His heart almost jumps off his mouth.
The child is indeed a healthy boy with a lot of vigor as he shakes his little arms and legs around.
But it does not matter to them now.
The boy has a bunch of hair on his head.
Brown hair.
And when he opens his eyes, they are also brown.
Laenor keeps staring at the babe, asking himself in his head what he should do now.
Rhaenys looks at the maester and his assistants with a frown.
“Maester, please, let us be alone for now.
I will call you if we need anything,” the Lady of Driftmark proclaims.
The maester nods and leaves the room with his assistants.
After they leave, Rhaenys turns to Laenor with a serious expression.
Her purple eyes were stabbing his soul once again.
Laenor knows what she wants.
He sighs.
“You were right, Mother.
Satisfied?” The prince consort asks, feeling bad.
Rhaenys frowns with a low grunt.
“I should be the one asking you that.
Can you see how much of a problem Rhaenyra’s plan caused to us now?
She will not be able to lie about the nature of that child.
He doesn’t even have purple eyes.
My hair will not be enough of an excuse,” The Queen Who Never Was says, trying to keep her voice down.
Laenor grunts as he tries to hold the child better in his arms.
“It is too late to do anything about it now.
Exposing Rhaenyra will not work.
The king is too defensive about his daughter and will pretend that everything is just a lie.
No.
He would actually believe it is just a lie.
We need to play along.
You will be by our side, right, muña?” The prince consort whispers, almost desperate.
Rhaenys gets a softer expression, and she sighs, hugging her son and, by extension, hugging the babe in his arms.
“I will be by your side, my son.
Today, tomorrow, and always.
But I will not defend Rhaenyra’s mistakes.
I will go on with her failed plan and pretend that this boy is my grandson.
We can only hope that the influence of Viserys will be enough.” The lady consort of Driftmark whispers in his ear.
Laenor smiles at his mother and hugs her back.
As soon as the hug ends, Rhaenyra starts shaking on her bed and slowly opens her eyes, grunting.
“Laenor…
are you there?” She asks, looking in his direction while her senses are probably still coming back.
Laenor sighs and walks to her with a small and hopeful smile.
He gets on his knees by the side of the bed, holding the babe.
“Here is your son, my princess.” The heir of Driftmark says with a gentle tone as he extends the boy to Rhaenyra.
The young mother seems to get better by his words and quickly holds the child in her arms, hugging him as she sits in the bed with a large smile and watery eyes.
“My babe…
my son…
I am so happy that you are healthy…
I am so happy to be there with you.” The princess says, hugging her child with all the affection that Laenor could imagine.
Even Rhaenys seems touched a bit by the scene.
Crying out of happiness, Rhaenyra turns to her husband.
“Oh, Laenor…
I was so worried about dying in childbirth like my mother and grandmothers.
I thought that I would die here today.” The princess proclaims, crying a bit more.
Laenor smiles and hugs her with an arm.
“You did it, Rhae…
you are well.
You and your child will be fine.
You need to relax now.” The prince consort says to his wife.
Rhaenyra smiles at him and nods, using her hands to wipe the tears.
She then finally gets a good look at her son, and her happiness fades away and an expression of shock emerges on her face.
“Oh no…
he looks…
oh no…” She says, not being able to elaborate phrases anymore as her hand goes to her mouth.
Laenor sighs and Rhaenys frowns, crossing her arms.
“We have a problem here.
A problem with no solution.
You trust your father that much, Rhaenyra?” The Queen Who Never Was asked very seriously.
Rhaenyra looks up, and confidence slowly goes back to her eyes.
“Absolutely.
My father will be by my side.
I am sure of it.
My fear is Lord Corlys…” The princess almost whispers by the end.
Rhaenys nods.
“Your fear is justified.
Corlys is one of the wisest men that I have ever met.
That is the reason why I married him.
He will gather the pieces and find this answer in seconds once he sees the babe.
He was informed of your labor and will be here at any second.
You will need to convince him to play along, Rhaenyra,” the Lady of Driftmark says.
Rhaenyra nods, fearful.
Laenor looks at his mother.
“I am involved.
Exposing Rhaenyra is exposing me.
He would never do that to me.” The heir of Driftmark proclaims, confident.
Rhaenys sighs and looks at her son’s eyes.
“I am not sure of that.
Corlys might feel that you are betraying him and might throw you to the lions.
Laena still did not give any children to the king, but Corlys might still do something like that to keep his pride and honor.
Be careful,” the Queen Who Never Was says.
Laenor nods, troubled by that.
She looks at the eldest Targaryen woman alive.
“I will not let the sea snake be between me, my son, and my throne.
I will make him submit; you can be sure of that,” the Princess of Dragonstone proclaims.
Rhaenys smirks, skeptic.
Laenor looks at the babe once again.
“Do you have any name in mind?” The consort asks his wife.
Rhaenyra frowns.
“No.
Do you have any ideas?” The Princess of Dragonstone asks.
Laenor thinks for a bit before one name quickly rolls off his tongue.
“Joffrey.
I want to name him after Joffrey.
” The prince consort proclaims.
Rhaenyra frowns.
“I am not naming my heir after your dead lover, Laenor.
It is not even a Valyrian name.
What about naming him after a powerful Targaryen king?
What about Jaehaerys?” The princess asks her husband once again.
Laenor seems to like it, but Rhaenys smirks.
“It is not a good idea.
My grandfather would probably be against your claim to the throne, remember that.
You should stay away from that name.
“The wife of the sea snake says.
Rhaenyra sighs but nods.
“Any suggestions, good mother?” The Princess of Dragonstone asks the black-haired woman.
Rhaenys frowns and thinks for a second.
“What about Jacaerys?
It is an old Velaryon name.
“The Queen Who Never Was suggests.
Rhaenyra thinks about it.
“Jacaerys…
I like it.
So, this little boy here is Jacaerys Velaryon, my son and heir.” The Princess of Dragonstone says, hugging her son once again with a smile of pure affection.
Laenor smiles a bit.
The door is suddenly opened, and the three of them look at the door to see a messenger, panting.
He looks at Rhaenys.
“My Lady, Lord Corlys has arrived with his retinue to meet his new grandchild.
He will be waiting in the Hall of Nine.” The man says, Rhaenys nods, and he leaves.
Laenor feels Rhaenyra holding his hand tight as she grows more nervous.
Rhaenys sighs.
“We should not let him wait.
Laenor, help your wife to get up.
I will call the maids to help her change into more proper clothes.” “The Queen Who Never Was,” says leaving the room.
Laenor nods and helps Rhaenyra get up.
He sighs, hoping that things don’t turn out too bad.
The walk to the Hall of Nine is made in silence.
The only thing that can be heard is the sound of steps echoing through the walls of the castle and the distant sound of waves coming from the windows.
The large doors are opened by two guards, and when they get in, they see the Sea Snake sitting on the Driftwood Thrones.
He gets up with a smile and walks to them.
“What a glorious report I received!
So, are you recovering well from the birth?” The Lord of the Tides asks.
Rhaenyra weakly smiles.
“I will live, Lord Corlys.” She says.
Corlys laughs and nods.
He then walks closer.
“I hope so.
Now, let me see my grandchild,” the Sea Snake says, looking at the covered babe on Rhaenyra’s arms.
Laenor feels his heart failing him for a second.
He and Rhaenyra trade a stare before Laenor, standing by the side of both his wife and his father as Rhaenyra uncovers the child and Lord Corlys takes a good look.
The sea snake looks at the child for a bit, but his expression is quickly changed to a frown.
He looks at Rhaenyra with a serious glance and then at Laenor.
The heir of Driftmark feels his heart rise to his throat as his father gets closer to him.
The purple eyes of the sea snake are filled with a confusion of emotions, and Laenor can’t properly understand what his father is feeling right now.
But then, Lord Corlys snaps his fingers, and all his guards quickly leave the Hall of Nine, leaving only the four nobles in the hall.
Corlys is still staring at Laenor, who takes a deep breath and creates bravery to speak.
“Father, I…” the prince consort starts.
Until his father slaps his face with all his strength, making Laenor shake as he feels the pain in the place.
“Corlys!
I will not let you strike our son!” Lady Rhaenys proclaims as she frowns at her husband, holding his arm.
Corlys grunts as he moves his arm away from her, looking at the Queen Who Never Was with an irritated expression.
“Are you trying to defend the failure of our son, Rhaenys?!
I don’t care about his preferences as long as he accomplishes his duty with his house.
Yet, he spat on his legacy!
He is letting this girl humiliate our house like that!” The Sea Snake proclaims, furious, pointing his finger at Rhaenyra.
The princess frowns and takes a proud posture.
“I would hold my tongue if it were you, Lord Corlys.
A false accusation against me is an act of treason against the crown.
My father could demand your head for that,” the Princess of Dragonstone proclaims.
Corlys grunts, getting closer to her.
His bigger size makes Laenor’s wife uncomfortable near his father.
“The only thing false here is the legitimacy of your bastard here, princess.” The sea snake whispers between his teeth.
Rhaenyra keeps her stare.
“My father will surely have any doubts about the legitimacy of my son, Lord Corlys.” The princess proclaims, certainly.
The Sea Snake stares at her for one more second before smirking.
“So, the little girl is hiding behind the legs of her protective father.
King or not, your father can’t protect you from everything.
So, tell me, what would happen if I formally accused you of birthing a bastard and trying to fool me, took you as a hostage, and demanded from your father annulment of this marriage, to send this bastard to the wall or the Citadel, and to send you to the Silent Sisters?” The Lord of the Tides asks with a strong tone of voice.
The eyes of the others get wide.
“Father, you can’t be serious!
“That is an exaggeration!” the prince consort proclaims, worried.
Corlys grunts.
“Keep your mouth closed, Laenor.
I don’t want a word for you after how you betrayed me!” the sea snake proclaims.
Laenor steps back, shocked by his father’s words.
Corlys looks back at Rhaenyra, who hugs her son more tightly and tries to stand up.
“My father would declare your acts as treason, and my uncle would go to war against you to retrieve me.
You would be defeated and executed, and Laenor would ascend to be Lord of Driftmark and my ally.” The Princess of Dragonstone proclaims with confidence.
Corlys does not look surprised.
He looks at Laenor with disappointment for a second before looking at his wife.
“Who will you stand up with, Rhaenys?
Your husband or the princess that betrayed us?” The Sea Snake asks.
Rhaenys looks at him in the eyes, serious but also troubled.
“I am sorry Corlys, but I am a mother first and I will stand with my children until the bitter end.” The Queen Who Never Was proclaimed.
Corlys sighs.
He then looks at Rhaenyra.
“Let me tell you what would really happen, Princess.
After I make my demands for justice and your father fails to even discuss that and go to war to get his precious daughter back, he will never see you again.
I would get you and your bastard executed in a blink of an eye.
I would disinherit Laenor, take Rhaenys as a prisoner in our bedroom, and name Laena as my heir in his place.
Sure, I would eventually lose and die, but I would win.
I know your father.
He would never execute Laena for whatever I do.
She will still be his queen.
She will give him new children in the future.
And my blood will sit on the iron throne one day.
Do you get it?” the sea snake explains.
The Princess of Dragonstone takes it almost like a real punch to the stomach.
Laenor grunts to his father.
“It would not work that way, Father.
The king holds the word, not a defeated lord.
If you are defeated, Rhaenyra would be declared innocent, and that would make the reason for my disinheritance null.
I would become the Lord of Driftmark.
The only way to make it work the way you want would be executing me.
But you will never do that.
I am your son.
I know you.
All of you told me that our family was the most important thing to you.
Was that a lie?” The Prince Consort asks with a demanding tone and watery eyes.
The sea snake slowly looks at his son.
His anger fades and sadness takes its place.
“No.
Never.
I value my family more than any gold that I have.
And yet, my family wants to stab me in the back,” the Lord of Driftmark proclaims, losing his will as he looks to the marble floor.
Rhaenys lands a hand on the shoulder of her husband, calling his attention.
“You told me more than once that history does not remember blood.
It remembers names.
We can solve things.
Please.
Just hear what Rhaenyra has to propose to you.” The Queen Who Never Was begs with a soft tone.
Corlys thinks for a bit and then sighs.
He looks at Rhaenyra with a serious expression.
“Tell me your proposal, princess.
I hope it is a well-taught one.
For your own good,” the sea snake proclaims, still bitter with the situation.
Rhaenyra sighs and recovers her posture.
“Well, Lord Corlys, as you point out, Laena will probably give children to my father.
Children that will be very close in age to my son.
As such, I propose to marry my son to Laena’s first daughter.
If I have more children and Laena does too, we will make more weddings as spares.
As such, your blood will surely be on both the Iron Throne and Driftmark once again.
And by name, it will always be there.
What do you think?” The Princess of Dragonstone proposes.
Corlys snorts.
“Laena still did not give your father any children in six years of marriage.
I hope that she gives him children, but they might not even be from the right sex.
They might be all boys.
I need more from you, princess,” the Sea Snake proclaims.
Rhaenyra is frowning, clearly thinking.
And then, her face is substituted by a mix of realization and also nervousness.
Laenor does not like that at all.
His wife looks to his father with a troubled expression.
An idea that I think you might agree with, but I need the acceptance of another person,” the Princess of Dragonstone proclaims.
The Sea Snake frowns, confused.
Rhaenyra walks to Laenor and gives him the little Jacaerys.
Laenor struggles to hold him for a bit.
The princess turns to Rhaenys and grunts as she falls to her knees, looking up.
The older woman looks at her, wondering what she is doing.
Laenor is also very confused.
What in the seven hells is the idea of his wife?
He observes as Rhaenyra bows her head to his mother.
“Lady Rhaenys, I have tried all the options that I have, but it is not enough yet.
Your dear husband demands his blood on the throne at all costs.
There is only one solution, and I think you know that.
But I need your acceptance first.” The Princess of Dragonstone asks, being humble.
Rhaenys gathers the pieces on her mind and gets shocked when she understands.
Laenor and Corlys are also very surprised.
Then, the eldest Targaryen woman alive frowns, irritated.
“You were very against this kind of thing last year.
What changed?” The Queen Who Never Was asks bitterly.
Rhaenyra sighs.
“I don’t have a choice.
I need to.
If Laena doesn’t give a proper wife to my son, I will have to do it myself,” the Princess of Dragonstone proclaims.
Laenor finally understands the plan.
He can’t deny it leaves a horrible taste in his mouth.
His father is very cautious as he looks at his mother.
“You would be conniving with that, Rhaenys?” The Sea Snake asks.
Rhaenys snorts with a grunt.
“Don’t try to be what you are not, Corlys.” The consort of Driftmark proclaims with a bitter expression on her face.
Lord Corlys looks ashamed with that comment of hers.
Rhaenyra stands up and looks at Corlys.
Eye to eye.
She is clearly embarrassed.
“That plan is a last resort.
I hate it, but if that is what is necessary, so be it,” the Princess of Dragonstone proclaims.
The Sea Snake snorts.
“Good.
Now tell me the requirements of that plan of yours,” the Lord of the Tides proclaims.
Laenor feels like a needle is going through his chest.
Rhaenyra keeps a strong posture.
“If Laena doesn’t give birth to two consorts to at least two of my children in five years, I will let the plan be executed so I can accomplish what she failed to.” The Princess of Dragonstone proclaims, trying to keep her voice in check to proclaim something that she doesn’t like.
Lord Corlys frowns, thinking.
“And what if none of that works?
What if Laena and you fail?” The Sea Snake asks.
Rhaenyra frowns, irritated.
“I have made all the offers I could to you, Lord Corlys.
There are no certainties in this world.
I gave you a large chance of your blood ending up on the throne.
That is all I can offer to you,” the Princess of Dragonstone proclaims.
Corlys smirks.
“Good answer.
It might be good for you to remember that, princess.
Most of the time, things do not go as you plan.
You mentioned your uncle helping you.
“How long do you think he will be by your side?” the sea snake asks.
The princess frowns, almost offended.
“My uncle will be by my side until the end like he always was.
He has no reason to be my enemy,” the heir to the Iron Throne proclaims.
Lord Corlys laughs.
“You don’t understand your uncle, princess.
He is ambitious.
He is unforgiving.
He is willing to walk over anyone that stands in his way to power and glory.
He is married to Alicent Hightower.
The daughter of the Hand of the King, who also has the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard by her side, who, as I heard, hates you now.
So, let me ask again, how long will it take Daemon Targaryen to desire the Iron Throne for himself?” The Sea Snake asks, very serious.
The silence reigns in the Hall of Nine as Rhaenyra loses all her words, thinking and thinking, but without finding any answers.
Corlys snorts.
“You are learning things, girl.
You still have a long way to go if you want to be a good queen.
I accept your proposal, but I hope that the gods either accomplish your wishes or bring a better solution.
Now, I have other things to do.
I will see you at dinner.” The Lord of Driftmark proclaims, leaving without any more words.
When the door closes again, Rhaenyra sighs, almost falling to the ground.
“By the gods, it is finally over.” The Princess of Dragonstone proclaims with relief.
Laenor denies with his head, getting closer to her.
“It is not over.
It is just the beginning.
Here, take the babe,” the heir of Driftmark says, giving the babe back to the mother.
Rhaenyra smiles at her son before smiling at Laenor.
“Thank you, Laenor.
For standing by my side.
For everything.
I don’t deserve you.” The princess proclaims, saddened.
Laenor holds her shoulders with both hands and smiles at her.
“I am only paying for my failures as your husband.
I wish I could be a better one for you.
I am sorry for that.” The prince consort says honestly.
The two of them hug, evading hurting the babe.
Laenor kisses the forehead of Rhaenyra before turning to his mother with a sad expression.
Rhaenys is clearly troubled.
He walks to her with open arms.
“I am sorry, Muña.” The heir of Driftmark says, hugging his mother tightly.
Rhaenys also hugs him back with all her strength.
“I will always be by your side, Laenor.
Remember that,” the Queen Who Never Was whispers in his ear before kissing his cheek, which Laenor returns.
The hug ends, and Laenor gets an arm around the shoulders of Rhaenyra while he looks at his mother.
“I will take her to rest in the bedroom.
Thank you, muña.” The prince consort says with a short smile.
Rhaenys smiles back before the young married couple leave her alone in the Hall of Nine.
Laenor takes Rhaenyra through the hallways of High Tide at a slow pace.
All the time, Rhaenyra is thinking more and speaking to him.
“Do you think my uncle will go against me?
He always treated me so well…” the Princess of Dragonstone asks, sad with the perspective.
Laenor sighs.
“Daemon Targaryen is the very definition of an ambitious man.
I fought by his side once.
He has a thirst for glory that I never saw in any other man.
You should think again if his actions were affection or him trying to manipulate you in his favor.
” The prince consort proclaims, seriously.
Rhaenyra nods slowly.
As they entered another hallway, they met someone.
A tall and muscular knight in armor with a golden cape on his back.
He smiles and takes his helmet from his head, revealing the face of Ser Harwin Strong.
Rhaenyra immediately smiles and recovers some of her vigor.
“Princess, I am delighted to hear that you are recovering well.
How is the child?” The knight asks.
Rhaenyra’s smile gets larger.
“He is doing well.
A very healthy boy.
Look.” The princess proclaims, showing the boy to him.
The eyes of Ser Harwin almost shine.
He laughs, moving his hand to the child, who moves around with it.
“Indeed.
The health of a future warrior.
What is his name?” The heir of Harrenhal asks.
Rhaenyra laughs a bit as her son tries to hold Harwin’s finger with his little hand.
“His name is Jacaerys Velaryon.
Do you want to hold him?” The princess asks.
Ser Harwin nods, and she gives him the child.
The knight smiles at the child.
“Hey little one.
I am the one protecting your mother day and night, you know?
We will see each other a lot.” The knight proclaims with a laugh as the little boy moves his hands and feet around, even if he’s a newborn.
Rhaenyra smiles at the scene.
Laenor coughs to call their attention, and the smiles fade away as Ser Harwin retrieves Jacaerys for his mother.
He then looks at Laenor and Rhaenyra.
“I will be going, my prince, my princess.
I hope to see you two later.
Congratulations for the babe,” the Gold Cloak says before bowing to them and leaving.
Rhaenyra looks at Laenor with an irritated expression.
The heir of Driftmark frowns.
“The whole situation will never make me stand near him in a comfortable way.
And you should make things less and less obvious, Rhaenyra,” the prince consort says with a serious tone.
Rhaenyra sighs.
“I guess you are right…” She says as the two of them continue walking.
Laenor has a question stuck in his throat, however.
“Would you really…
do what you promised to my father?” Laenor asks, concerned.
He fears the answer, but his curiosity is too big to ignore.
Rhaenyra frowns, disgusted, but serious.
“A promise is a promise, but you heard what he said.
If there is a better way in the future, he will accept it.
It was about sending a message, Laenor.
I was proving that I can make sacrifices, as a good queen should.
However, I still need to learn more.
A lot more.
He cornered me with ease.” She whispers in a dry tone as the two of them continue to walk.
The silence reigns for a few seconds before Laenor smiles at his wife.
“So, what about having a few cups of tea as we read a book together in the bed?” The prince offers with a soft tone, extending his left hand to her.
Rhaenyra opens a large smile as she enhances her right hand with his left hand, both making gentle strokes on the back of the hand of the other with their thumbs.
“I would love to.” The princess proclaims as the two of them walk towards the bedroom.