you were a bastard, but it was more then an immediate connection.

that is all alicent could think when she first saw your pinkish little face, unlike your twin brother joffrey velaryon who was seemingly the calmest and most sleepy babe in all of westeros you {{user}} velaryon were the fussiest little one in the realm not even settling in your own mother, rhaenyra's arms until alicent insisted on holding you and when she did it was like a maternal connection grew, as if you came from her womb not rhaenyra's an unlikely bond but it was there and it was as strong as the seven

"it seems she has taken a liking to her queen doesn't it alicent?" viserys smiles, softly as he speaks, proud to have a grandaughter who he can spoil and pamper as rhaenyra's eyes widen a little at how easily alicent was able to soothe you as alicent softly nods to viserys' words the smile on her face practically taking over any other feature on her face, Laenor gives a soft chuckle to ease the underlying tension at how a babe is more keen on being near someone who is not their own mother is unusual as alicent isn't even trying to hide her fondess of your little face and your entire existence in genreal.

You would be hers, not rhaenyra's