𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘-𝐓𝐖𝐎 | Expecting

{ Lyra }

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𝕿he confines of the royal chambers were once again being used for plotting, since Lyra was on bed rest until she felt better, and Grand Maester Pycelle had worked out what was wrong with her. 

"I still do not understand how Ramsay is able to do this?" Lyra murmured, running her hand over Elia's fur as she watched her husband carefully. Joffrey hummed, flicking through the documents before sighing and throwing one of the papers onto their bed. "You made him Roose Bolton's legitimate heir?"

"Yes, when I first became king at least," Joffrey replied, running his hand through his hair. "It was one of the first documents I sighed and I thought that it would be the least problematic document to sign as I worked out whether or not we would be investigating my family. I can see now that it was the wrong idea."

"How were you to know? That was three years ago," Lyra sighed, taking a drink of water. "But, now we need to deal with this."

"Your brother says that Ramsay now holds Dreadfort," Joffrey continued on. "and has attempted to take over the North. Any house that is near him is somehow dying under suspicious."

"They were flayed, that's not a suspicious circumstance. Flaying is the Bolton's way of doing things," Lyra replied, cutting her husband off as she drummed her fingers across Elia's head. "I have a feeling that somehow your grandfather is behind this."

"I wouldn't be surprised," Joffrey sighed, before grabbing the letter and placing it away once more. "I'll bring it up to the Small Council when we meet this afternoon."

"When we meet the Small Council you mean,"

"You need rest, Lyra," Joffrey countered.

"No, I'm fine," Lyra tried to stand up, but Joffrey was by her side in an instance, gently pushing her back into the bed and pulling the covers up to her shoulders once more. "Joff. I'm feeling better now."

"My Love," Joffrey knelt by her bedside, brushing her hair from her face. "Please, do it for me. I do not wish for you to be ill or even the possibility that you could be."

"Fine," The king shot her a small smile, pressing a kiss to her head as Lyra groaned. "Arya and Sansa are still not found, despite the entirety of the North looking for the pair and Robb and Eliza are struggling to find more places to search."

"We should bring that up at the next meeting," Joffrey replied, before handing over another letter. "Daenerys Targaryen replied to the letter you sent. She wishes for us to lay out our terms for peace. I will also bring up to the Small Council the issue of the food stores that we need to have checked before winter."

"Oh, and the Iron Bank sent a letter I believe," Lyra told him, before leaning back into her pillow as she tried to think of what to do. "For Daenerys Targaryen, could we offer her Dragonstone. It's her families seat of power. Surely, that would appease her."

"That would mean three rulers in one country. Daenerys only wants one ruler, herself," Joffrey reminded her gently. "We'll discuss it after this meeting. I'll think of some way to allow us and Robb to keep our thrones and prevent Daenerys from invading."

"You should go, or you will be late,"

"I'm the king. I can never be late," He pressed a kiss to Lyra's forehead, before standing up and walking towards the door.

"Remember your crown," Lyra called, before sinking back down into the bed to try and sleep the afternoon away.

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"Your Grace. You should be resting," Arah called, placing a hand on the woman's shoulders as Lyra sighed.

"I have only just awoken Arah," She groaned, as Arah ushered her back to bed. "But, it is such a bore to just relax."

A knock sounded at the door, distracting Arah from making the young queen go back to bed. 

"Lady Margaery of the House Tyrell,"

"Thank the gods. Margaery, your timing is superb," Lyra called, as the woman curtsied, before pressing a kiss to her cheek. 

"Yes, I heard that you were confined to bed rest by the king until the Maester worked out what was wrong with you," Margaery smiled, before sitting down in one of the chairs, motioning for Lyra to do the same. "How are you feeling?"

"Much better," Lyra rubbed her forehead. "Yet no one believes that I speak the truth."

"He's just worried," Margaery poured herself a glass of wine, as Lyra drank the water placed in front of her. "I think it's sweet."

"It is. I just do not wish to be confined to the bed,"

"Yes, you are not one to sit still I have found," Margaery and Lyra both giggled together, before there was yet another knock at the door.

"Grand Maester Pycelle, Your Grace," Lyra looked up in earnest, as the Grand Maester shuffled into the room, the chains around his neck clanking together.

"Your Grace," The man bowed, as Lyra nodded in response. "It might be best to speak in private."

"I'm sure that whatever you need to say can be said in front of Margaery and Arah," The Grand Maester paused, before reluctantly carrying on.

"It would seem, Your Grace, that you are with child," Lyra raised her eyebrow, wondering whether or not she had heard that correctly. "You are pregnant with the King's babe."

"By the gods," Lyra murmured, running a hand down her face as she waved the Grand Maester away. "I am with child?"

"Congratulations, Lyra," Margaery reached over to squeeze her hands, beaming at the woman. "Oh, this is wonderful news!"

"I can't quite believe it," Lyra replied, laughing nervously. "I'm with child!"

The women laughed together, as Arah squeezed the queen's shoulder.

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"The Grand Maester paid me a visit this afternoon," Lyra called, cuddling her large direwolf, as Joffrey wandered over. 

"What did he say? Is everything alright?" He asked, reaching out to press a kiss to Lyra's head as the woman hummed.

"He believes that I am with child," Joffrey froze, reeling back from Lyra's touch as he tensed once more. "Joff?"

"With child?"

"Yes. We are going to have a child," In the time that they had been betrothed, and then married, neither Joffrey nor Lyra had spoken about the possibility of having children together, instead focusing on trying to dethrone the Lannister family from their seat of power. "What's the matter?"

"No..." Joffrey took another step back, running a hand down his face again, as Lyra rose to meet him. "No...I..."

"You can tell me," Lyra replied, reaching for his hand instead. He stopped moving at her touch, allowing for Lyra to reach for him once more and wrap her arms around his waist. "Please, do not shut me out."

Joffrey sighed, finally wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing their foreheads together.

"I do not think that..." Joffrey trailed off again, swallowing before he sighed and continued. "I am not fit to be a father."

"That's not true,"

"It is," He sighed again, tentatively touching Lyra's stomach area. "My real father murdered the king and had an incestuous affair with his sister, and my father figure had multiple affairs and plenty of illegitimate children as well as being an abusive drunk. I haven't exactly had good role models."

"But you are neither of them," Lyra reminded him softly. "You are Joffrey Baratheon, my husband and you will be a brilliant father."

"I hope you are right," He sighed, pressing a kiss to Lyra's lips as he traced the shape of her jaw with his thumb. "Has my mother been informed?"

"I am sure that Grand Maester Pycelle rushed off to tell her as soon as he had told me," The pair sighed.

"She does not like you at the best of times," Joffrey replied, still rubbing his hand along her waist. "She's going to despise you when she hears the news."

"Cersei will not be able to do anything whilst I am pregnant with the heir to the kingdom," Lyra countered. "That would be a death wish."

"I would kill her myself if she tried anything," Joffrey hissed. "She will not be able to touch you."

"I wouldn't doubt that you would," Lyra stroked the scar on his cheek, grinning at him. "We are going to be parents, Joff. Parents!"

Joffrey sent her a smile, putting on a brave face despite the fear that lay beneath that expression.

Hiya,

Lyra's pregnant and super excited about it, whereas Joffrey is worried about all of this. I love all of them so much, and Lyra and Margaery are such a good brotp.

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Love Li xx