She placed her hand on her stomach, hoping, praying, there was a child growing. When it was born and was a boy, he wouldn't question her determination. That insult didn't pass her notice. "It's not a promise." Her voice was sharp, but at the same time, she picked her fingers.

She considers not following him, but it would only be a punishment to them both.

That at least gave some comfort. It's true that the king often rewarded Daemon, even in his moments of chaos. "When do you mean to leave?"