"And that is all...........?" The queen asked, looking at the teary young woman that was still on her knees on the floor.

"Y-y-yes, your grace. I swear that I didn't know of Lord Hightower's plans. Not until I came to the Keep. I had had my own child and lost her just days after her birth; when the Lord Hand came to my village asking for a woman that could be a wetnurse, the other sent him to me. He told me that he would pay me, and with no husband.........." The simple woman explained. Unable to carry on, as more tears began to fall. Not sure what her fate might be, despite that fact that not many had anything bad to say about the queen.

"There, there. You have no need to shed any further tears. You have told me all that I wanted to know........" (Y/n) said, as she slowly got to her feet and made her way over to the young woman.

"What is your name.........?"

"C-Ceria, if it please, milady............"

"Well, Ceria..............." The female dragon continued. Ceria looking up as the lady held out her hand for her to take. The young woman hesitating for a moment, before taking the hand of the monarch, and allowing the queen to help her to her feet. The pair making their way over to a crib, within which lay a slumbering babe, and tiny dragon.

"You have my sympathy for the loss of your child. I can only imagine your heartache, and what others would think about the fact that your little one had had no name. The joy you must have felt when Lord Hightower offered you a position in the Red Keep, offered you coin for your labors; and as I bear you no ill will, I myself would like to offer you a position.............."

"Your grace........I cannot thank you enough. I swear that I will do anything that you want............" Ceria said, dropping to her knees once again and kissing the queen's hand.

"You will remain in the Keep. You will be loyal to me, and only me. For if you try and betray me. If you tell Lord Hightower anything, I will ensure that you have a meeting with the father of that little dragon, there. Do you understand.........?" The dragon queen enquired calmly. Ceria nodding frantically, stuttering out her thanks, as the queen once again helped her to her feet.

"Now, Ser Westerling here will have one of the bannermen escort you back to your village. There you will gather your belonging and return back to the Keep. I will have a room waiting for you, and I will inform you of your duties when I see you again..............." (Y/n) continued. Ceria kissing her hand again, before following the Lord Commander out of the room.

"My queen, is this wise...........? She could be lying............"

"No, Mysa, she was not lying. She has lost so much, that when she was offered a chance, she took it. I cannot blame her for that. I believe that anyone, that you or I would do the same in her position. The Lord Hand took that away from her, when he realised that she would be of no use to him. But I, I have given it back. She will feel indebted to me. Feel a sense of loyalty. And when Lord Hightower sees her around the Keep, he will realise what I have done. That I, once again have got the upper hand in the little game that he and I have played for years. Also, the threat of being burned to a crisp by a dragon, has the amazing ability of ensuring that people keep their mouths closed, and do as they are told............." The queen explained. Mysa nodding in agreement. The handmaiden realising that no matter what Lord Strong had told her to expect from the queen; the female dragon was much greater.

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"How is my son............?" Viserys enquired, as he came up behind his sister and placed his arms around her waist. The pair looking down at the once again slumbering prince.

"Your son is well, my king. Already loved by all that have seen him. The Mother has certainly blessed us.........." (Y/n) explained, as she turned around so that she could look at her husband.

"And my wife.............?"

"Your wife is well too. My healers tell me that I am recovering well. Though I do miss the affections of my husband. My bed is big and cold without you by my side. The nights long without your heartbeat to lull me to sleep. My pillows no replacement for your body.............." The queen continued, as she brushed her hand over his beard. The king closing his eyes and savouring her touch. So happy that two of the most precious beings in his life, were alive and well. That this time, neither his wife nor son, had died. That his sister and Jaehaerys, had not joined Aemma and Baelon, with the gods.

"Then perhaps I will stay. Who am I to leave my wife cold and lonely.........."

"And before you know it, we will be able to see if you can give our son, a brother or sister............" (Y/n) chuckled. Viserys opening his eyes to look at her, a smile coming to his lips, as he thought about being able to lay with her again. The king having to agree that nothing was the substitute for the body of his sister. To feel her arms around him, as they lay together after making love. Viserys happy to try for another child, as soon as they were able.

"But until then, perhaps we could just spend the rest of the night, laying together............" The queen continued, as she helped Viserys off with his heavy clothes. Then taking him to her bed. The king happily taking his place next to her and rested his head on her chest.