Queen Daenerys Targaryen
The day she had dreaded had finally come, her husband was going to be leaving for war, not to take the throne but to defend it. The plans were all in place, the armies were ready to march, all that needed to be said now was their goodbyes. She was grateful it was early still and that her husband would not be leaving until after their fast had been broken. The past few moons in King's Landing had been different, for her entire life, Dany had been running and now she had finally stopped running and it felt good, it felt good to be free from that burden, to be able to love her brother openly without fear. She knew her felt the same, could feel it when they made love, when he spoke to her, when he felt her stomach, everything showed that he loved her and she loved him. She was nervous though, so very nervous, she was terrified of losing him.
A voice calls her from her musings. "Hey! Where did you disappear to?" Dany looks down at her husband- that word sends a thrill down her spine! - and smiles.
"Nowhere, I was merely thinking." Dany replies smiling, running her hands through his hair.
Her husband smiles. "And what were you thinking about?"
Dany thinks for a moment she doesn't want to burden him with her worries the day he's supposed to leave, but she replies. "About us. About our babe, about how good it has been since we came to King's Landing."
Her husband sits up then and envelopes her in his arms. He kisses her hair and whispers in her ear. "I know you're worried Dany. You don't have to be worried."
"I just wish I could come with you." Dany replies. "I hate feeling like I'm doing nothing here, whilst you're out there."
"You're not doing nothing my love." Her brother replies, turning her so that she looks at him, he looks so very sincere. "You are my wife, my love, and you mean more to me than anything else in this world. You also carry our child inside of you. I would not want you out there, risking your life. You mean more to me than that. You will be my regent whilst I am away, with Jorah helping you. You are going to be holding the kingdoms for me."
Dany nods, her heart thumping. "I know. It's just, that I worry." She knows that she shouldn't be saying these things, but the words come out anyway. "What if something happens? What if something goes wrong? I don't know what I'd do without you."
Her husband kisses her then. When he pulls away he smiles at her softly. "I won't say nothing will happen. I will not lie to you, my love, but I can promise you that I will do all I can to come home to you and our babe. I will win, and I will make sure we win on the ground. We have far more men than this pretender does, more experienced men, and men who have something to prove. We will win."
Dany nods, and then she asks a question she's been meaning to ask for some time. "Do you think the pretender is who he says he is? Do you think he could actually be Aegon Targaryen?"
Her brother takes a moment to consider the question, then when he replies she hears something akin to uncertainty in his voice. "Truth be told I do not know. Everything suggests he is not, but there is something here suggesting he might be. After all Stark was married to a woman who claimed she was Rhaenys Targaryen, and the willingness with which Dorne has declared for him makes me think perhaps they knew."
"Do you think Varys knew?" Dany asks nervously, if the Spider is responsible for the survival of an active threat to her husband and her babe, she wants him gone.
Aemon sighs. "I think he might have done something during the rebellion, but what I cannot say. It all seems very suspicious I admit. But right now, Varys has done more for us, than he has done for the pretender."
Dany does not like that answer, but she knows better than pressing that issue right now, instead she asks. "What about Stark, his father is fighting for the pretender. Has he asked you what you will do with the man if you capture him?"
Here Aemon's shoulders stiffen, and his voice is barely above a whisper, as if he is afraid someone is listening. "I do not know. Stark has not asked; I think he is scared that if he asks the thought of facing the man he loves will become all too real. I believe Stark deserves a chance to explain himself to his father and his father deserves the chance to explain himself to him. Should Stark deem it worthwhile, the man will live, if not he will die."
"Do you think that is wise?" Dany asks. "After all that is the man's father you are talking about, I do not think he would be thinking very clearly on the issue. And would it not be more in your interest to ensure you have the choice of who sits in Winterfell?"
Her husband sighs. "You are not wrong, but Stark has been through enough. I think he has earned the right to make that choice for himself." With that her husband rises and begins putting on his clothes, Dany sits and watches him, her heart full with love, but also fear.
"What do you want to call our child?" she asks then, trying to give him something else to think about before he leaves for war.
Her husband stops, his fingers hovering over the buttons of his shirt. "I think we should give our child a new name." he says. "One not tainted by the history of our family in Westeros."
"Hmm. Perhaps Daenys for a girl?" Daenerys suggests.
"Gaemon for a boy?" Her brother asks.
"Perfect." She replies, then she rises and with the sheet draped over her she kisses her husband. They break their fast in silence, and then later that morning, dressed in the red and black of their house, she gives her favour to her husband, and watches him mount Belgabad, the dragon a hulking black monster now, Daenerys watches her husband fly away as the army marches and she prays he returns to her safe and sound.