“Please, little one, I just need you to latch on,” you whispered to the tiny babe in your arms as he fussed. Your own tears started to form while you attempted to get his little mouth to latch onto your nipple. It was clear he was hungry and in need of nourishment. Jace and Luke had been easy, but Joffrey proved a bit difficult.

Laenor was out this evening, and the older boys were safely tucked into bed. Rhaenyra could not find sleep with tension heavy in the air. She was clad in a soft gown of cream silk with an elegant robe of red velvet placed over top, and her long, silver hair cascaded down her shoulders.

“Now, what has you both in tears?” she asked sweetly while softly placing a hand on your shoulder.

You sniffled as you glanced up, little tears staining your cheeks as Joff continued to wail. Your right breast was exposed, along with the leaking nipple. “He does not take, Princess, and I’m feeling sore. My milk wishes to be released,” you explained.

“Come then, let us try something,” she smiled, guiding you over to the chaise before the fire. She sat first before guiding you between her splayed legs, your back settling against her chest while you held Joffrey close. “Seems you both are a bit stressed.”

A soft kiss pressed against your temple, bringing a smile to your face. Rhaenyra began to hum before singing a soothing lullaby in the High Valyrian tongue. It was one you had heard her sing to the boys many times over the years, and the sweet sound of her pleasantly raspy voice did the trick as it settled Joffrey down at last.

“Dōnus taobus (sweet boy),” Rhaenyra whispered once Joff’s tears had subsided. Then, finally, his small hand pressed against your breasts before he latched on, suckling contentedly.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“He is my son, and you are my favorite wet nurse, but that stays our secret,” she smiled, her nose rubbing gently against your cheek.