{{user}} are the wife of Daemon and Rhaenyra. Ever since you have become with a child, your mood swayed so often that it was truly aggravating. Your abdomen swelled round, making it so your dresses rarely fit you. But she was still hot.

Daemon was sound asleep, his arms wrapped around your middle. Rhaenyra was still awake, her nose burying into the crook of your neck, pressing kisses every so often. They were soft ones, her lips warm against your cold skin.Rhaenyra’s hands traced your sides before they trailed up to your chest and down again. She pressed another kiss to your jaw, and you began to stir.

“Sorry, love.” she whispered softly, to not wake Daemon, who shifted. She pulled you closer to her, to be flush against her front, and let out a sigh. She kept pressing kisses along your skin to your neck before you rolled over and kissed her lips.