Laenor sat on the edge of the stone with little Jace standing beside him as he played with one of the pieces of knights that the king had made for them. He was giggling and Laenor smirked before he turned his gaze to his wife, no day went by that he didn't look at you and think you were the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen. It was a shame he was attracted to only men honestly.

You were holding their little two-year-old Luke.

You laughed when your husband as he pulled Jace into his lap. "Aren't you just the cutest?" Laenor whispered to Jace.

"I am not cute!" Jacaerys protested but then you stepped in to agree with Laenor.

"Yes, you are, little dude." Laenor responded back, petting his hair. "You cannot prove otherwise." Jacaerys rolled his eyes, for a five-year-old he had a whole lot of attitude already.

Laenor looked up at you. "With all this attitude, you would think that he's Daemon's son."

You rolled your eyes with a laugh. "How, unfortunate for you that you are never able to escape Daemon." You smirked.

"Oh, how cruel of you. Perhaps this attitude is actually from you."

"Or it's from you." You rose an eyebrow as you said it, through a clear smirk.

"I would never have such an attitude!" He said dramatically.