Daeron was gently rubbing his wife's shoulder, as she held the newborn in her arms, her skin sweaty and her breath still laboured, not that it bothered Daeron in the slightest, his purple eyes filled with affection.

"Ser Daeron...my Lady...Queen Alicent wishes to see the baby. Now." A maid walked into the chambers, making Daeron's gleeful grin drop, as his gaze turned to the servant

"She what?" He asked, eyes sharp, and he instinctively tried to inch infront of his beloved.