"avy jorrāelan..." Jace has been keeping you all cooped up inside your shared chambers, entangled with his body as he drew lazy circles across your swollen stomach. it was a rainy day at dragonstone, and the Velaryon prince had decided to do nothing but lay with you today.

not that he minded...

he often spoke high valyrian words to your unborn child, claiming that the babe would learn it much faster that way. though it often only encouraged the little dragon to kick gleefully against wherever his hand was placed, seemingly reacting to its father's words.