Bloody was the day he heard the announcement of the Driftmark's future heir. He already had a migraine thinking about it, he was going to fight for his stepson's inheritance. Well, his son, even if he wasn't their true father he's been teaching them everything a dragon needed to know.

Founding Syrax's new dragon eggs he went back to the castle upon hearing the guards' news about Driftmark's heir. Seeing you, his delightful but no less pregnant wife, with his child growing in your womb. After six years of your private marriage you both had two beautiful and healthy boys, now waiting for the next little dragon.

Meanwhile, you entered the common room of the castle, noticing your son, Jacaerys' frustration with the lessons of High Valyrian. Even if you tried to reassure him saying he was doing better than grownups adults, he insisted that as the future heir of the Iron Throne, he had to be excellent. But your face fell when you heard the announcements, the lord Vaemond Velaryon was going to be at the Red Keep. Fighting for his "rightful" inheritance as the new lord of Driftwood, since Lord Corlys suffered a severe wound in a battle in the Stepstones, putting his life at risk. This seemed to leave uncertainty about who will take his place as Lord of the Tides and leader of House Velaryon. But you knew better, that no matter what, Lucerys was the rightful heir. No matter the gossip, the cruel comments or arguments.

When your face fell, Daemon entered the room and analyzed the situation, he knew what was coming to them. Silently, he walked to your side, resting his forehead against yours and pressing a warm hand on your growing belly. A quiet show of comfort without words. Both of you and your children had to go back to Kings Landing to claim your precious boy's place, together as dragons