[They were both at least practical, which suited her better. These were small things that mattered more and were rooted in genuine fondness. It was learned over time and built against many trials and hurdles. Now that they found this more steady stride, she would take more comfort in that then say, the chivalrous romance that Ser Criston offered. That was always different, more often for the court to see, as those sorts of knightly love were popular and expected. Favors, garlands, promises of protection and duty, they had their place but it was part of the role she was expected to take. She trusted Ser Criston with her life and worked with him, but it never went past that boundary.
She hadn't forgotten Daemon was the one to rub her feet and back. She hadn't forgotten that he did seem to dote on her while pregnant, even showing more of an interest in her belly than most did. These were things she could never forget and at least eased the difficulties of carrying a child. It didn't fully remove her crankiness at the prospect though, nor did it dissuade her from annoyance at her state in the early and last months. That sort of discomfort ran deep and couldn't be fully eased.
And then the labor...Gods, she was not looking forward to most of it. The aftermath would be worth it.
He was not wrong that if she officially stood by Rhaenyra's children and declared them true born, then the Houses wouldn't talk so loudly. They would mutter, but they might be eased with some honors to keep such comments to themselves. Lord Jason and many others would sacrifice a daughter for some lucrative position.]
Just be certain the king is not aware these conversations take place. He is set in his choice.
[It would not work, it could not work. Aegon must be king.
She bit at her palm as he moved deeper in her, a better pace set. There was a risk they might be too loud, that their bodies would make too much noise, but she'd risk it for this conversation.
Though of course, he had to tell her that she would have to suffer more if she only had twins.]
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Date: 2022-11-12 11:16 pm (UTC)She hadn't forgotten Daemon was the one to rub her feet and back. She hadn't forgotten that he did seem to dote on her while pregnant, even showing more of an interest in her belly than most did. These were things she could never forget and at least eased the difficulties of carrying a child. It didn't fully remove her crankiness at the prospect though, nor did it dissuade her from annoyance at her state in the early and last months. That sort of discomfort ran deep and couldn't be fully eased.
And then the labor...Gods, she was not looking forward to most of it. The aftermath would be worth it.
He was not wrong that if she officially stood by Rhaenyra's children and declared them true born, then the Houses wouldn't talk so loudly. They would mutter, but they might be eased with some honors to keep such comments to themselves. Lord Jason and many others would sacrifice a daughter for some lucrative position.]
Just be certain the king is not aware these conversations take place. He is set in his choice.
[It would not work, it could not work. Aegon must be king.
She bit at her palm as he moved deeper in her, a better pace set. There was a risk they might be too loud, that their bodies would make too much noise, but she'd risk it for this conversation.
Though of course, he had to tell her that she would have to suffer more if she only had twins.]
You carry the next one then.