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@gachcuid
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Rhae grumbled, when her mother took her needle and threaded it in no time, while she had been struggling with it for minutes. Why was she so incapable of these things? For someone who could shoot arrows while horseback riding, it should have not been so difficult to do simple tasks like this. "Thank you", she muttered, staring at the fabric in her hand, because she had no idea what to do with it. Unlike the other women in her family, Rhae couldn't care less about embroidery on clothes and curtains. The only item she valued was the little blanket she had found with her mother as a child, which had elaborate butterflies and bugs embroidered on it. Whoever had done it had been skilled with a needle, but she was certainly not like that.
"I know about my mares, mother. I've been breeding them for years", she said indignantly, because she was very well versed in the world of horses, but not so much when it came to human women. "No, I think I might be with child. But well, time will tell, I suppose", she shrugged, being very pragmatic about it. Daella had been over the moon when she had found out she was with child a year prior and everyone had fussed over her for months on end. That was Rhae's personal nightmare, so she was not going to pay too much attention to it, until she absolutely had to. Life had to go on. She could hardly sit around for months just waiting to be a mother just for her life to have purpose. She already had found that in many other things, but she had an inkling that as a woman - and princess - motherhood should be her priority.
Dyanna made a face at her daughter. "Well you're the one that brought the mares up, darling," she said pointedly. It wasn't as though she relished talking about horses in the middle of her daughter potentially announcing that she was with child.
"Well darling, that's most wonderful news," she said, with a beaming smile. One might think that with so many children herself, and grandchildren having had already arrived, that the novelty of them might have faded over time, but it was not the case. It was a thrill to see her own babes have some of their own, to forge new families and know the joy that she and Maekar had - still had!
But Rhae had never sat easily in her womanhood. She was simply her own kind of woman. So many of her sisters took easily to gentility and ladylike pursuits. Rhae... less so. Dyanna had no doubt that she would be a proficient mother - she had seen three younger sisters raised after her, so knew children well enough. But the fact did remain that her daughter did not seem enthused about carrying a blessing, of providing her husband with an heir.
"You could send for a maester to have it confirmed for sure," Dyanna remarked, setting her needlework aside for now to concentrate on much more important matters. "Oh Rhae, your father will be so pleased." Not that he would fully show it. It came off as gruffness, but he had worried ever so much when Daella had been with child. He knew very well that not all women found it as plain-sailing as Dyanna. "Tell me, what symptoms have you?"
@gachcuid | continued from here
Though he is, as his mother says, a man grown, Daeron can't quite help but flinch a little at his mother's scolding. His father's wrath and disappointment is one that he is deeply familiar with at this point, but it is considerably less common to encounter such ire from his mother. He understands, of course, but it doesn't make it sting any less. He's all too aware of his error. He's sorry for it, of course he is. But how was he supposed to know that Aegon would sneak off in a lamb cart of all things?
If anything, Egg's seemed to have the best time out of the lot of them, the rascal. Then again...Daeron can't entirely blame his little brother for running off. Egg would have better success squiring the horse than him after all. Though his choice in company...it has Daeron on edge. That same dream has been haunting him almost every night for weeks now, and he can barely close his eyes without seeing it. And seeing that man...he cannot shift the feeling of fear and nausea that curls in his belly, the feeling of perpetually being on edge. It's only made the dark circles beneath his eyes even more pronounced, compounded by the fact that he hasn't been able to have a drink since being dragged from the inn.
"I'm sorry...." he mutters, dropping his gaze. The urge to run is still there. Run far, far away, away from...all of this. The dreams he doubt will ever leave him, but at least he might be able to drink himself into oblivion in peace. Hand pinches the bridge of his nose. He can feel the headache building behind his eyes.
For a long moment, Dyanna simply looks at him. The apology ought to satisfy her. It is, after all, what she has wanted to hear since first laying eyes upon him stumbling back into camp. Yet now that it has come, muttered and hollow, it did little to ease the knot in her chest. "You are sorry," she agrees quietly. "I know you are."
Her voice loses some of its sharpness, though not all of it. She reaches forward, catching his wrist before he can retreat further into himself. "But we are talking about losing your brother of ten in the middle of gods-know-where in the Reach. Anything could have happened to him, Daeron. We're damn lucky that he was the one that went sauntering off after a hedge knight, and he wasn't found by some-," she can scarce say it, -"some Blackfyre sympathiser or someone of that ilk."
She watches him closely, as she always does. He is under strain, he is in need of drink. It pains her more than she can say. "I know the dreams weigh heavy, but we all have our burdens to bear. Yours, granted, are greater than most and few can understand, but..." She sighs deeply. "You have no children, Daeron. You have no idea how much we feared for you. The thought of you two being found dead... I could scarcely breathe."
okay but you know those mothers who have that one son that can do no wrong and no one else can say anything about? that's dyanna and daeron. her biggest baby but the one she believes needs her most. her heart breaks for that lil guy. she loves him so much. UGH.
i'm here to queue some stuff, and reblog some lyarra stuff to hopefully remind myself that i have muses other than dyanna. but i've thinking and headcanoning about mrs dayne-targaryen all day. honestly.
one i will share with you is that high valyrian makes her go weak in the KNEES
His mother's arms wrap around him, and Daeron immediately crumbles. Skinny arms wrap around her in return, his face pressing into her shoulder as his bottom lip quivers and tears spring to his eyes. He's tired, so tired, but he's become almost scared to sleep, terrified of what his mind might show him this time. He shouldn't cry, he's not a baby like Aegon, but everything is just so...overwhelming.
Still, his mother holds him close, her warmth and presence comforting amidst his distress. Hand comes up, scrubbing at his eyes even as he can't help but sniffle. "Shouldn't be," he mumbles in answer to her question, even as his hand moves to grip onto the sleeve of her robe, an old habit not quite yet extinguished, "...'m not...'m not a baby..." Most ten year olds don't go running for their mother on the regular after all, though Daeron has always rather been a mama's boy.
But he's getting older now, and there is more and more expected of him. To be more grown up, to prove himself as his father's heir and firstborn. And he's trying, he really is trying his hardest, but it's not particularly easy. He can wield a sword, but he's no great fighter by any means and there's been more than a little frustration in those lessons, for both teacher and student.
And then the dreams...the dreams make everything worse.
"...'m sorry for waking you up, mama," Daeron whispers, resting his head against her shoulder once more, a tiredness in his voice not befitting of one his age.
Soft sounds, shushes and reassurances, fall from her lips in order to sooth her little boy. He feels so much, sees so much, and holds it so heavily and deeply, and his little body has no way of carrying it all. As he grows bigger, she knows that he tries, but every boy needs his mother. Especially in the night when things seem so much more frightening.
"You didn't wake me, my darling," she murmurs to him, looking down upon his pale, tired, troubled little face. She lifts her hand and sweeps some damp hair off of his forehead, before placing a loving kiss there. "I woke up all on my own, and I don't think your father has even noticed that I am gone," she smiles, hoping to amuse him somewhat.
"The baby is asleep," she continues, rocking him in her arms as she used to do so long ago, although it seems like only yesterday. "And your little sister, and Aemon. And I fear we would know if Aerion had been roused," she chuckles lowly, simply to distract him from all that is upsetting him.
"It's just you and I in the world right now, my little prince," she whispers. "Everyone else is asleep, and it is only we two. And I'll protect you from all things, always."
top shagger dirty dyanna dayne
@gachcuid continued from here
Rhae had been fiddling with a needle and thread for the past ten minutes, still entirely inapt when it came to needlework, unlike her other sisters. In truth, Rhae was inapt at everything that defined a Lady, she assumed, but it also didn't bother her much. While her sisters cross stitched and gossiped, she spent her time learning military tactics from her father, studying astrology and breeding horses, to which she tended with a lot of care and love. Maekar had long since given up on forcing his daughter into a role she was unable and unwilling to fulfill, so Rhae lived life her own way, which had also included choosing her own husband. Mostly. He had been the brother of one of her suitors and though he had not been presented to her, they had met at a tourney and Rhae had decided he was fitting, mostly because he was a knight and often gone, which meant she could remain at Summerhall and pretend nothing had changed. He was also kind and genuinely liked her, so that made life easier.
"Hmm", she hummed at her mother's description, head cocked to the side as she contemplated the symptoms, then nodded. "Daella told me the same. And Daeron and Kiera." Her mother was not the first person she had pestered with the topic, mostly because it was not the kind of conversation a young woman liked to have with a parent, especially not three weeks after her wedding, because it would result in uncomfortable questions of whether she had been untouched for the occasion, to which the answer was no. So she had asked Daeron first, as usual, who had referred her to Kiera, who had not told Rhae what she wanted to hear, so she had stalked her sister, who had said the same things as Kiera, which had led her here, to her mother, who was an expert in the field. "Well, I guess fertility is good for the family line", Rhae decided with a shrug and returned to trying to get the thread in her needle. She hated embroidery, but sometimes indulged her mother, if she wanted to spend time. "I know the symptoms in horses, but I suppose they are not really the same."
The answer was still not entirely clear, but it seemed like her daughter was trying to tell her something without simply coming out with it. "Give that to me," she said in slight frustration, reaching over and deftly threading the needle for Rhae, before handing it back so she could finally get started on whatever it was she planned on sewing. The gods only knew, with her.
Treading aside, she sat back and continued with her own work, while pursing her lips. "Is this your way of informing me that you believe you're with child?" she questioned. It stood to reason that her children would be rather fortunate in all things to do with child-bearing. She and Maekar had been notoriously blessed and had suffered no tragedies, miraculously. She constantly hoped only the same for her own offspring. "Or am I to expect that this is a jest and you're actually enquiring after one of your mares?"
By the gods. Imagine Baelor glaring at you? I'd yeet my ass into Blackwater Bay.
A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS S01E04 - “Seven".
whew i am done for the night. i haven't written that much in a long time. was fun! i love that i lowkey picked up dyanna as a way into the akotsk universe but have ended up just LOVING her. thank you for giving me opportunities to write as her!
"Daeron only drinks when he is not with me", Rhae said earnestly, because she understood why her mother might think he wasn't the most reliable sibling to help her watch a puppy. Even at six years old, Rhae was very aware of is habits and overlooked them for the most part, because he was never mean or uncouth when intoxicated. He also tried not to drink around the youngest siblings or deal with them when drunk, but since she slept in his chambers a lot, it was inevitable for her to learn of his favorite past time. She spent much time mulling over his dreams with him in the hopes it would help him work through what he saw instead of turning towards liquor.
When her mother asked about her lessons, Rhae shrank a little, because this was a sore topic for her. She was exceptionally bright, but at the same time quite unwilling to use her intellect for whatever the Septa tried to teach her. Granted, she knew her letters and numbers well by now and could read and write amicably for her age. But everything else she was supposed to learn flew right over her head. She tried to tell her Septa that her interests lay elsewhere and so did her talents, but unfortunately the dreadful woman had very strict expectations of what a girl of her standing ought to know.
"Well...I don't have needlework to show you, no. I threw it in the fire because I hated it and Daella made fun of it. It's tedious and I don't want to do it. But I did learn a lot about the Seven and I have come to the conclusion that I will be believing in the Old Gods instead like my ancestors. They just resonate with me more", she declared rather proudly and smiled at her mother. Rhae had read about the Old Valyrian Gods in a book and found them suitable for her tastes and needs, much more than the dull droning about the Seven.
"I have tried to behave, however, though the Septas are not pleased with me. I don't see how it is my fault that their teachings are dull and irrelevant. Why should I care about cross stitching and sewing when I could learn about history and plants and animals and wars and politics and the seven kindoms and Essos and Old Valyria...", Rhae listed everything she WAS interested in, counting on her fingers. "I want to be taught like the boys, not like that. They learn all sorts of things and I'm supposed to be content with sitting straight and looking pretty? What do I have a head for?! I have many thoughts and ideas, too, as a girl. It is a lot of work to learn all of that on my own in the library and it takes up most of my free time."
Dyanna remarked no further on her eldest boy. She liked it not, talking of his drinking. She knew it was unlikely to ever stop, no matter how often and fervently his father insisted that Daeron could change. He would never, for the dreams would never stop, and so it went that he would never fully rise from his cups. She knew not where it would end - but she knew it was unlikely to be anywhere good. No, she just pressed more kisses to Rhae's hair, and focused on what her daughter had to impart to her instead.
She sighed almost immediately. "Rhae-," she tried, upon hearing of the fate of the needlework, but it seemed that that was not all. Merciful mother, what a willful child she had borne. One of a few, in fact. She wondered if anyone ever borne entirely easy children. She had essentially managed it with Aemon and Daella, but two amongst six was not conducive to an easy bout of motherhood.
"You are not taught like the boys because you are not a boy," Dyanna pointed out. "We are meant for different things. You need to know how to manage a household, above all else. The men train and battle and war, but we ensure the things that matter to everyone all run smoothly. Yes, training seems exciting and invigorating, but where would they train should we not be making sure the household runs around them? There would be no servants, no horses, well, no men to train in the first place, would it not be for us. And believe me, and you may ask your father, you should be grateful that a battlefield is not the place for us. We have many other strains to endure instead."
But one thing did amuse her. "I'm rather intrigued to hear about what appeals to you so much about the Old Gods. These ancestors you speak about are certainly from a distant past. Not since the time of First Men has Dorne worshipped the Old Gods, and the Valyrians never did."
“Are you well? You look pale. Is it time?” (From young Daeron @drunkdreamer )
@drunkdreamer
She had been trying to ignore the pains for some time, knowing that she could call the maesters but would only be forced into the birthing bed hours before any birthing would truly commence. It was her sixth time - she did not need hours abed. She would wait as long as she could, and then it would all be quick.
But quick was the operative word, it seemed. Daeron had asked to sit and read with her, and she could deny him nothing, but as time went on, she could no longer hide the pangs and winces.
"Perhaps so, darling," she replied, pushing herself to your feet. "I think it's maybe time to find your father and send him to me. There'll be no assuaging him if I end up having this babe without him here. Can you find him for me, sweet prince?"
“How does one know when a child has taken root in the womb?” ( older Rhae )
@wcrriorhearts
Dyanna looked up from her needlework, and eyed her daughter for a moment, trying to reckon whether this was a jape or not. Rhae had not been easy to convince to marry, nor had she been a young woman that Dyanna thought motherhood would come easy to, but... It seemed not like a matter she would jest about.
"Well..." Dyanna said, trying to ascertain whether this was simple curiosity or for more practical reasons. "Your bleeding stops, for one. That may be the most obvious indicator, but does not always suggest pregnancy. There can be tenderness, or swellings. Although I know with the boys I felt grossly nauseous within a matter of weeks of their conception. After Aerion, as soon as I felt a turn in my stomach, I knew something was going on. You girls were much easier, but I was adept at noticing the other signs by that time."
💋 daena and robb perhaps
@zobrizys
He found himself viewing every one of their interactions with a measure of caution, of suspicion. Not that that was Daena's fault, maybe moreso her mother's. But the fact remained that despite being betrothed, he still found the alliance somewhat tenuous, though his "bedfellows" could turn on him at any moment.
But when she pressed her lips to his cheek in a most lady-like manner, before he was to set off to war, he found that it felt genuine. Maybe the foolishness of a heady young man, but felt it so, all the same.
Robb looked down at her for some moments, before tenderly pressing his lips to her in return.
"I look forward to seeing you once more when the battle is done, my lady. Know that it is fought in your honour," he said, hoping it sounded like something a courteous betrothed would say.
“Are you well? You look pale. Is it time?” ( from little Rhae )
@wcrriorhearts
A hand went to gently stroke the pale hair of her youngest - albeit not for much longer. Rhae had been eagerly awaiting the arrival of a new sibling - but not with great anticipation. More like dread. Any wince, or groan, or ache that Dyanna made known, the child believed that her sibling was arriving imminently.
"Darling, I promise you than when the time comes you will be the first to know. There's no cause for concern just yet." She knew well enough by now what the difference between twinges and true pains were. "Here," she said, taking her little hand softly and placing it upon her belly. "Can you feel them kicking?"
do you ever wish you could just ... run away? (from daeron, for dyanna)
@whatsbehindthefacade
It was exceedingly rare for Dyanna to lose her patience with Daeron, the way that Maekar so often did of late. But her dearest firstborn was on thin ice, so to speak. It seemed that even he could not so easily get away with allowing for the practical kidnapping of her youngest boy.
"Daeron!" she said firmly. "Do not attempt to explain this away. Whether you wished to run from the tourney or not, or whether I would is besides the point. Aegon - EGG! - ended up in the hands of a stranger, he came here in a lamb cart when he was supposed to be squiring for you! He was under your supervision. You are a man grown, Daeron, your mother should be able to trust you with such things!"
@gachcuid
He hasn't slept again.
It's become rather common place, unfortunately so for the ten year old. Or rather, it's not that he doesn't sleep per se, but that when he does, he's tormented by the most horrible dreams. Dreams that sometimes leave him screaming or weeping, trembling amidst tangled sheets. A part of him always wants to run for his parents' room, but another quietly chides him, reminds him that he is no longer a baby. He should not be seeking reassurance like that in the middle of the night. Such a thing is more appropriate for one Aemon's age, not a boy of ten summers.
Tonight the dreams were particularly horrid, blood and death and turmoil all rolled into one, and only the instinct of clapping his hand over his mouth kept the scream from escaping him. But that only goes so far, and he pushes himself from bed, out into the hallway. He's two steps from his parents' door when he stops, arms wrapping around his own middle, before slowly stepping away. Bare feet pad further down the hall instead, to a little nook by the window, and he clambers up into it, pulling knees to chest, head resting against the glass pane, exhaustion wracking him.
Dyanna awoke all of a sudden. Not with a startle, but with the distinct impression that something was amiss. She had been a mother for ten years now, and knew what it meant. Something was the matter with one of the children. Blinking slowly, she gently lifted Maekar's arm from across her middle, softly assuring him all was well as she rose. Wrapping a robe about herself, she padded out into the hallway and first of all checked the baby - but Aegon, not yet a year, was sleeping sound to the world, and the maid who slept in the nursery with him, Daella, and Aemon was undisturbed.
But her instincts were rarely wrong. Pursing her lips, she set off further down the corridor to check on Aerion - who had been a frightfully unsettled sleeper since infancy - but as she passed a window, she looked back on herself.
Daeron. Eyes wide and fearful, arms wrapped about himself. He had been dreaming again. Dyanna's eyes and stance softened and she swept over to him immediately, sitting in the nook with her firstborn and pulling him into her embrace.
"My darling," she murmured, pressing kisses atop his head. "All is well, sweet one, I promise. Were you looking for me?" He had been coming to her bed less frequently, but she knew the dreams still plagued him. She hugged him close, savouring the feel of him in her arms, and breathing in his scent. He would always be her first baby, and it broke her heart to see him so upset.
