The Gentle Queen: HOTD

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"Your favorite child is her mother," Aemma joked, starting an argument with her sibling on the matter of who's the favorite child of their mother, which amused her greatly.

"I love you all equally, and you all hold a place in my heart that grows every day as you grow," Lillian cut in, smiling at her children softly as they all smiled bashfully at their mothers' words. She always had a way with her words that made each of them feel loved, heard, and special.

"Now sit; I must speak with you all," she said, pointing to the couches, not noticing the look the older children shared as she turned her back. They had been in this situation before.

"What's wrong, mama? Are we in trouble? I swear I didn't have any part in whatever Aegon, Daemon, and Maelor did." Alyra spoke first, making her bite her lip to stop the laugh that wished to escape her.

"Why do you think we did something, and why weren't Aemond and Daeron in your insinuations? Or I don't know the four sisters you have," Maelor yelled, feeling insulted.

"Um, because you three are chaotic, loud, always breaking or pranking someone or something," Rhaella cut in defending her twin.

"Your brothers didn't do anything, and no one is in trouble," she assured the young girl, who held a kitty stuff animal Helena made her three years ago when Alyra was four and was trying to capture any cat she saw and a few rats.

"Iksos kepa finally morghe? "Is my father finally dead?" Maelor asked, making her glare at him slightly, not appreciating the joke. She may despise the man, but she is trying to raise gentlemen.

"No, and don't speak that way, Maelor." She gently repremanded her son, making him pout as Aemond giggled slightly, yelling when his twin punched him.

"What I was just saying is what we were all thinking." He defended himself, gesturing to him. Aegon, Aemma, Daemon, and Aemond

"I am with child." She announced, making the room quiet and making her nervous, afraid they wouldn't be happy at the news. She knew having so many siblings may make them feel like they were less than or not as important, and that's what she feared.

"Congratulations, mama. What do you think, a boy or a girl?" Aegon broke the silence, making her smile.

"I am not sure, but I want you all to know that this baby will not change everything."

"Well, things will change, but we will welcome the change and love the baby you gave birth to, mama. We are all happy for you." Valen cut in, smiling softly at her mother, who felt like she was looking at her past self. Her daughter looked just as she did when she gave birth to Aegon thirteen years ago.

"How far along are you?" Helena asked, taking her attention.

"Five months"

"But you don't have a big belly, mama," Daeron said, pointing at her stomach and making her laugh.

"Well, this dress hides the bump, but it will show more as the baby grows," she explained to him before the doors opened, taking all their attention.

"Your Grace, the King has asked for you." Lyra informed her queen, making her tense slightly before she stood up, leaving the room.

"What the fuck he is like a walking rotting fish slimy rotting bastard," Daemon gagged as he realized his mom had to have sex with that thing in order to be with a child.

"How does she do it with him? Like, I can't even stand standing next to him, but to have his you know what in her, you know what," Maelor said, but Gagged as well as his siblings looked at him confused.

"Who's what goes in who's what?" Daeron asked, making Aegon glare at his little brother, who cringed, realizing his fuckup.

"Um mothers and fathers pray, and those prayers go to the gods, who bless their prayers and put a baby in the mothers tummy." Aegon explained slowly to his confused brother and sisters.

"Ya, and it only works when you're married and both the husband and wife wish for a baby," Daemon added, thinking it would be best for them to know that.

"Oh, is that why mommy has so many kids because she wished to the gods for us?" Alyra asked, making Aegon smile.

"Yes, kittycat, that is why there are so many of us," Aegon agreed, making her smile.

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"You called for me, Your Grace," Lillian asked as she walked through the doors of his chambers, seeing her husband sitting in a chair with letters around him.

"Yes, my wife, I did. Lynoel will be leaving for a few months with Harwin," Viserys informed his wife, who nodded, taking in the words.

"And where are they going?" she asked, walking further into the room and rubbing her stomach, which he noticed. He had seen the changes over the last few months: her breasts getting larger than they already were from having so many children; her hips; and the swelling of her stomach becoming firmer.

"They are going to Harrenhal, where Lynoel will be helping Harwin settle into his role as future lord of the house and lord of Harrenhal."

"Oh, what remarkable timing," she scoffed, pouring herself some wine and sipping on it.

"What do you mean?" he asked, raising a brow.

"I mean, Harwin Strong is leaving, and Rhaenyra is going to Dragonstone, is she not?" Lilly asked, and she was told the second Rhaenyra made the decision she had

"She is"

"Mm, what a thing, and will Ser Harwin be punished for laying his hands on our son, or are you letting him go without punishment?"

"He was let go from his position as commander of the city watch."

"And you think that's good enough for manhandling and throwing our child, who is a prince?"

"Yes, our son should have stopped his attack on Jace. I know perhaps you don't like those boys, but they are our grandchildren," he said, raising his voice slightly.

"I never wished for those boys to be punished for their mothers sins. I have loved to protect and guide Luke and Jace as if they were my own. Do not suggest otherwise. You are blind when it comes to Rhaenyra, and that will be your downfall."

"I am the fucking king. I will have no downfall, you bitch. I will forever be remembered as a great king," he snapped, making her giggle.

"You will forever be remembered as the king who took his cousin's birthright, who went against the advice of the maester when it came to his wife and made her suffer loss after loss until you finally had her killed for a son who you abandoned; you will be remembered as a king who couldn't control his whore of a daughter; you will be remembered as the king who forced a twelve-year-old into a marriage, raped and shamed her, and ignored the children she gave you—the children you oh so desperately wanted."

"Watch your words, Lillian."

"Why do they make you angry, your grace?" She mocked him, stepping closer to him.

"Or does it make you angry that the throne is rejecting you slowly, or that your people love me more than they love you, that I will be the one remembered, or that I am the one that saved the Targaryen name by birthing your sons?"

"You are in power because I gave you that title. You are queen because of me. You are a mother because of me." He shouted, catching Criston and the Cargyll twins attention.

"Yes, I am queen and a mother because of you, but I have lost five children because of you. Aemma is dead because of you. Rhaenyra is challenged because of you. Do you see that? Does that make you proud to know that every woman that has been in your life suffers loss and pain humiliation."

She watched as he froze at her words taking them in as he thought of everything Aemma and her suffered through as his wife everything. His daughter Rhaenyra suffered he named her heir but didn't defend her claim she was right and that's what made him angry.