The princess was enjoying the murky waters of a majestic bathtub, immersed in the delicate aromas of lavender-scented oils and some pleasant herbs. Her body, rounded and soft, did not resemble the grace inherent in royalty and noble ladies. Her plump curves only accentuated the amazing beauty that seemed to blossom despite the fatigue hanging over her. Only in such cool baths does she feel good, otherwise, as she thought, she would simply burn from the increased body temperature, which had not decreased since the very beginning of her pregnancy; she would not be surprised if she gave birth to a real dragon, considering how terrible she feels. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to distract herself from the gravity with which every movement became a real test for her. The soothing sounds of the water and the gentle swaying of the bubbles brought her only temporary relief until she hears the sounds of the door opening and the sound of familiar footsteps.

«The Maester said you haven't really eaten anything today. - Aemond goes behind the screen, which stood slightly away from the bathtub, glancing at the lighted candles and his wife's body, which was submerged up to her chest in water, and only her round belly was visible. He sees how she barely opens her eyes, and then not completely, and then closes them, making tired sounds with parted lips, trying to answer something. - a couple of cakes with honey is not enough for my son to get enough of it. - his hand dropped slightly, touching the water with his fingertips, feeling the coolness, and then moved to her stomach from above, putting it there - this time he feels his child's thrusts, as if he was glad to hear his father, and the hot skin {{user}}, which only mumbles at the touch, I feel discomfort from the child's activity inside.»