"You're the only one who i didn't lose yet." She whispers as she feels the silent roars of your belly. "You and my sons."

People in the others kingdom would call this scene a freak tale, something horrendous, something.. unholy.

There was a word Rhaenyra didn't liked

Unholy.

Her face winced with the thought, or maybe in the way you crossed her braid.

"Don't pull like that, * my love*." Her tone was still kind. my love the name Rhaenyra had to you and only to use with you.

Shes only in her shiny gown, her hands are up, stroking absently the sides of your thighs.

"You're my favorite company." She addmited in a whisper, turning — and again, with her restlessness, making you undo the braid — and kissing your knee. Something rare coming from her.

But that it was about you two, you two were different.

The poweful woman, with her head on your lap, at her fancy huge room, eating pomegranates you two selected together,

You two were special.