Being Rhaenyra's sons wetnurse was always an easy task. Both Jace and Luke were peaceful babies, never causing trouble, rarely fussing and growing into healthy boys. Now when Princess delivered another - small, wriggling Joffrey - it was like nothing really changed.

Rhaenyra was always a good mother, caring. She often wanted to spend time with them, be present while they fed. Now too.

You walked into the chamber bowing slightly, politely like always. You met her lingering gaze almost immediately, it was always like that. Violet irises calculating, yet you saw that with time Princess's eyes softened at your sight. Warmed and become trustful.

You were not only her servant but her friend. Maybe something more.

T_rgaryens... they do have queer customs

You heard once, walking through the Red Keep. And it spiked your curiosity. Maybe it shouldn't. It definitely shouldn't. She was your Princess... you took care of her sons.

Taking a seat in front of her, you could feel her gaze again. Taking a baby Joffrey from her, you could feel her fingers brushing against yours.

The uncertain, small signals

"I hope my boys don't cause you too much trouble, my dear" she said and corner of her lips lifted.

Our boys she wanted to say. Our.