𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐞 | 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧.

𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞

A/N: Content warning - sex in the second part of the chapter, semi-public (?), somehow dirty talk, somehow awful usage of the Iron Throne, and riding, obviously. Jaelina being gross as usual.

Also, if you didn't know Baela gets married with Alyn Velaryon in the books, after the Dance of Dragons, so don't be confused by sudden mention in the middle of chapter. Also, the timeskip between last chapter and this one around 3-4 years. 

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'I... I don't understand, why are there so many people standing?'

Lucerys blinked, confusedly watching at the big crowd of people, standing in front of the closed doors of the throne room. That was... A surprising thing to see. Usually, his brother tried to serve and hear out everyone as quickly as possible, never taking long enough to help them, but the amount of people now was just... Incredibly enormous.

'It is because Jace told everyone that he is busy with something really serious now, so he is planning to accept all visitors after dinner. And so, they are waiting,' Baela explained tiredly, appearing near to Lucerys and her sister.

'Oh,' Rhaena mused, hands locking around Lucerys's wrist. 'Something happened?'

'Should we go and help?' Lucerys quickly perked up.

Baela quickly put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him in place. Then, sighed.

'All the doors are locked and he only says to go away,' she said. 'So, he will be fine. I am just... I was just trying to find Aelina. I thought, maybe he knows where she is. That is why I am waiting here.'

'Well, maybe she is helping him right now?' Lucerys suggested.

If aunt wasn't on the mission, then she most likely was either around Flavius, her little disciple or Jacaerys, fulfilling the role of the sworn protector, and, well, future wife. And, somehow, she and Aemond managed to be around each other almost all the time, despite different schedules or plans. The twins' magic, they assumed.

'Wait... Why are you searching for her so urgently?' Rhaena narrowed eyes on her sister, examining her look. She always sensed when something was wrong with her sister. 'Tell us.'

Baela paced from one leg to another, folding arms on her chest protectively. She clearly was weighing her decision, before speaking up:

'...Promise not to tell dad, at least, before the dinner?'

'Gods, I promise! Tell me!'

Lucerys cast her suspicious look. He loved Rhaena, he really did, but sometimes her love for spilling secrets to Daemon was much more powerful than any promises she gave.

'I wanted to ask, well, if Aelina or Aemond, who I can't find as well, will allow me to name one of my future kids Helaena? Like, Helaena the Second?' She muttered, almost incoherent.

Lucerys tilted his head in the silent question.

'Why do you ask that? It is not like you have a–'

'Oh, Gods.' Rhaena gasped, instantly gripping her sister's shoulders. 'Are you per–?!'

'Don't scream!' Baela hissed at her, slapping her hands away. 'Listen, no one knows yet. Even Alyn.'

Finally, he realised what Baela was talking about. And when he did, he whispered, surprised.

'Oh, Gods!'

'Maester told me it will be girl twins,' Baela tugged them closer to her side, so no one could hear. In hushed tones she continued: 'And I remember that you wanted to name your future daughter Rhaenys, sister, so... So I decided to name them Laena and Helaena accordingly, but I am really worried about our twins... I mean, Helaena was their sister, and I know we never had a close relationship, so...'