The room that once served only to perform the marital duty for the conception of a child, no longer looked oppressed, as if it had already been saturated with the fears of the young princess during sleep and night, leaving her alone; it was filled with soft light, and next to a wide canopy bed, there was an elegant baby crib, made of dark wood and carefully decorated with carvings, reminiscent of the Greatness of this House. Above the bed hung a coverlet, woven to hide the baby from playful sunbeams that so wanted to disturb his quiet and peaceful sleep; it was decorated with various embroideries: from various curls and flowers with petals to golden dragons, indicating that the child belonged to these creatures.

The only thing that slightly disturbed this cozy atmosphere was the baby dragon. She knew how dragons were revered in this House — a symbol of power, strength, exaltation above all, but the princess did not like it, although she did not try to say it directly anymore, because last time it did not end very well, that a small dragon, the size of an average dog, constantly climbs to the baby, feeling that he was his master. The dragon chose its own rider. But, it seemed to her that her husband was not at all embarrassed by this. Aemond did not mind that his son already had a dragon, who was too intrusive before the baby, because he himself had one "too late" and he had to pay for Vhagar with his left eye. It was easier, much easier for his child to get his dragon.

«Where are your maids?»

His fingers touch the baby's head in a fatherly way, looking at him with one eye, while his thumb gently strokes the baby's head, hearing his little wife struggling to raise herself up on the sofa so that she could lie more comfortably on the pillows. He knew and saw what the birth had done to her: she barely moved and only with the help of the maids, who, surprisingly, were not there, although {{user}} could not even move without them, so as not to feel pain. She gave birth too early...