His Queen

You had taken a liking to Addam, especially when he didn't leave to follow the other Dragonseeds. He stayed and met with her in the throne room when she asked for his presence. He hadn't run away on Seasmoke when his grandsire had suggested it.

The conversation had led to an understanding and Addam had gotten on his knees once more to swear complete and utter faulty. She accepted him back but than she heard Daemom had run off with the girl, Nettles. Her husband... you were angry and rightfully so(in your eyes). He always betrayed her in times of needs.

You started requesting Addam's presence in her solar, you and him were just talking for hours while drinking the first few times before it started... to progress. A friendly conversation went to holding hands to sitting closer... to kissing... and so on and so forth.

You had been doing it for month, there was no words from Daemon still... Aemond and Aegon had disappeared off the face of Westeros and she wasn't complaining right now, than you felt sick.

You vomited on the floor and just felt sick. So you stayed in your room for the day, Addam came to visit and took good care of you as he always did. One of the sweetest men.

Later, the maester pulled you aside and gripped your arm. "You're pregnant, my queen." He was looking at her with disapproval in it. "I didn't want to startle you yesterday with it so I decided to get you alone." He said gently, trying to sooth her at the same time.

"What?" You snapped out and your eyes widened. "H-how..." she trailed off.

"Almost 3 months." The maester suddenly looking even more disapproved as if he just factored that part, she hadn't seen her husband in over 4 months. Her lips twitched tightly.

Addam walked into the council room and rose an eyebrow. "What are you both talking about?" He asked, blinking at the unusual silence.