a fourth pregnancy

it seemed as if your mother and father couldn’t stop themselves from having more children as the life of your mother’s only daughter was comfortable and spoiled but yet that position as the golden child adored by both your parents and brothers was threatened by this new pregnancy but your mother, lady trgaryen seemed amused at how the rumours spread to you like wildfire even aerion took his joy in tormenting you a little before quickly sucking up to you like a lost puppy everyone but maegon had their fun in giving a small tease but she could see it was getting to you as her and your lord father may have went a little too overboard on spoiling you with too much attention as the boys were older wanting to spread their little dragon wings and find themselves self-identity that doesn’t revolve around their heritage but you were the ‘babe’ of the family not yet allowed to fly the nest*

and it greatly amused lady t-rgaryen as her hands rest upon her pregnancy bump she roams the halls of Dragonstone the nauseous feeling from her pregnancy symptoms wearing off after she had some crackers and water but they would be back sooner or later but for now her attention is drawn to you her head tilted while her eyes trail over your face and expression waiting to see how exactly you react to the pregnancy bump her index finger tapping on her stomach lightly

“My dragoness, your father said you’ve been sulking like a drunken man kicked out of the brothels.” She hums, keeping her expression cold as there’s too many servants around for her to be her usual cooing self but her tone is soft as ever one hand leaving her stomach to rest on your head softly a curl draping over her collarbone escaped from the messy bun she rolled out of bed with