↪ closed starter for gaemon targaryen ( @zaldrzes ) in the private chambers allotted to the king and queen in winterfell, the evening of the second day.
when she had first married into house targaryen, coryanne had scoffed at the notion that the dragonlords of old valyria ran hotter than the common man, preferring their surroundings to be sweltering ─ coming from dorne, the temperature of the crownlands was moderate, at best, tempered by the breeze that came from the blackwater, carrying cool air as well as the stench of fish guts and human excrement. there seemed to be some truth to the rumors, however, as her belly swelled with targaryen babe after babe, finding comfort only when the water was near - scalding against her skin. it was much the same with this babe, only both the babe and her body seemed to protest the coldness of the north by making her feet swell rather unattractively after an entire day meeting and greeting the lieges of westeros. coryanne soaked in the tub rather petulantly, staring at her swollen toes, until the sound of the doors opening to admit her husband drew her attention away, feet slipping beneath the water. ❝ nice of you to pull yourself away from the crowds to check in on your wife. ❞ coryanne would deny it, but she was sulking, glaring at him from beneath furrowed brows as she got up from the tub rather ungainly, assisted by the servants who wrapped her in a warm robe. ❝ i don't see why we had to come all the way north. they don't even like you here. ❞ a bit cruel, perhaps ─ she knew it from the moment the words came out of her mouth and she huffed, annoyed with herself as she waved the servants away, brushing off his attendants to tug at his cloak herself. an apology, disguised as servitude and blissful silence for a moment. ❝ ... i did not mean that. i am especially ill - tempered this time around, so you must ignore every cruel thing i say. you are most beloved by me and by our sons, that is all that matters. ❞