A/N: Above is who I envision for Rolf Tully! To keep you updated on ages, he is Daemon's age (34 this chapter), while Daenys is 31.

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The Red Keep, King's Landing, 115 AC

The 12th year of King Viserys the Peaceful's rule

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Viserys loved his celebrations.

Even as a young man, she noticed he would happily accept tourneys and hunts in his name to celebrate passing years or minor accomplishments. While Daemon wanted glory beyond such things (though he happily participated) and Daenys wanted as little attention as possible, Viserys had indulged in feasts every chance he got.

Daenys had had less time to find Viserys annoying, as of late. She had other things to worry about, the list of responsibilities growing even further because of her own choices.

No one but her knew that her first pregnancy had been sired by Otto. And she knew it for certain because her bleed never came, the dream returned thrice, and she began to see her belly rise much sooner than she knew it to happen. She'd kept it well-hidden until a reasonable time to show it without arousing suspicion, Rolf happy to explore becoming a father.

She'd taken to the skies often, fearing her mother's fate, choosing to believe that the strength of Vhagar would pass onto her babe, to her, and keep her safe when the time came to give birth. She made Rhaenys promise to see to her children, should anything happen to her and later Rolf.

Shortly after Viserys and Alicent wed, Daenys went into labor. She'd welcomed not one but two babes, a girl and a boy with brown hair on their heads. Rolf immediately decided the girl looked like Daenys and said the boy was a perfect mixture of the two of them. Her daughter, she'd named Alyssa and her son, Aenar. Viserys had been overjoyed, and she saw Rhaenyra peek into their cradle with great interest, just as Daenys had done with her eighteen years prior, back when she, a girl of only thirteen, had thought the world would always be so happy.

Alicent had given birth around the time Daenys realized she was pregnant with another child, this one surely Rolf's. Daenys had been there, seated beside her as she wailed and begged for her mother, holding her tight and stroking her hair until she brought into the world a pale and silver-haired little boy that Viserys named Aegon, for the twin brother Daenys had had and lost.

She was glad she'd liked the name Aenar too much to deny it to her son, because otherwise it would have been far too confusing with two Aegons of the same age. Rhaenyra was less enthusiastic that time around, but had still cared for him, knowing he was innocent in all of it. Daenys's only concern was the glee in Otto's eyes when she watched Alicent present him his grandson, the boy he would want to sit the Iron Throne.

Rolf was overjoyed when, in the middle of the following year, Daenys gave him another son: a dark-haired and tiny boy he named Cliff, for his grandfather. Daenys admitted she was happiest with the fact he, too, had been born without Valyrian hair, so the appearances might all be explained by a resemblance to people from the Riverlands. So far, all three of her children had shining purple eyes— Cliff had even inherited one green eye from his grandmother.

Viserys had wished to celebrate this new year— where both Alicent and Daenys found themselves pregnant again— with a royal hunt. He considered calling it for Alyssa, Aenar, and Aegon's second name-days combined, but Daenys and Rolf politely declined and insisted if he wanted to celebrate his son, he do so. The twins were months older and Daenys didn't want everyone wishing to hold them. The enthusiasm Viserys showed worried her— would he really keep Rhaenyra as heir now that he had the boy he'd always wanted?

"A brave face, my girl," said Daenys to Rhaenyra, fixing her hair for the hunt. "Go on," she tapped her cheeks, "a smile from the Realm's Delight."

"I don't even want to go," complained Rhaenyra. "No one will be there for me."

"Nor will they be there for me, but we are there to support your father and your brother. We must keep everyone believing there is no turmoil. If we let on to any problems, we will find them multiplying."

"Besides," said Rolf, seated by the window playing with the twins, "if you stay here alone, you'll feel even worse. There'll be no cousins to play with. Come on, keep us company when we hunt."

"I'm not even sure why you're going," said Rhaenyra, placing her hand over Daenys's growing belly. "You've three children already and one on the way. You ought not be traveling in this condition."

"I never pass up an opportunity for a hunt. I used to enjoy it with my father and I enjoy bringing up memories of him. Besides, I'm not that pregnant. My armor still fits and I can still see my toes. For me, that's a sure sign the babe wants to go on a hunt as well."

She placed a hand on her arm when she saw Rhaenyra slump her shoulders unenthusiastically. "Little dragon, you will have to often do things you won't like when you are Queen. I know it is much to ask of you, but I believe it sets a good precedent if you celebrate with all of us. Besides," She tickled her nose as she used to when she was little, still eliciting a smile from Rhaenyra, "Who in the world will I share a frosted honeycake with otherwise? Rolf doesn't like honey."

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes playfully and sighed. "Very well. But I'm riding in your carriage. Alicent enjoys using her new power against me and Father's been badgering me endlessly about how I'll make him a proud grandsire soon. I'd rather not hear another word of it."

Daenys had yet to pose the idea to Viserys of wedding Rhaenyra to Laenor. If this was true, if Viserys had already begun attempting a match, she figured it was about time to pitch it and hope it stuck. Rhaenyra knew her cousins well and the Velaryons would be strong allies in the struggle to come.

(But she'd heard the rumors about Laenor and knew that what she would be asking of Rhaenyra would be difficult. It may be near-impossible to sire a child with him, though Daenys knew it had been done before. It would have been better for Viserys to have chosen Laena as a wife instead of Alicent. He left Rhaenyra no other choice.)

Viserys hadn't been thrilled that Rhaenyra chose to arrive in Daenys's carriage instead of his. Daenys had to glare at him to shut him up when Rhaenyra strode toward the main tent at her side, Alicent already within with the other wives of the court, rubbing her swollen belly beneath a heavy red dress. Rhaenyra immediately slipped away to avoid a session of gossip. Daenys guided her children to a small patch where wetnurses supervised Aegon, letting the babes have their fun while she and Rolf went to serve themselves food.

"Any word from Daemon?" asked Rolf, gnawing gladly at a chicken leg. "I thought he'd make a grand entrance and turn Aegon's nameday into his own party."

"Surprisingly, nothing," said Daenys, reaching out to catch a chunk of meat before he dropped it from his mouth to the floor. "My brother has been distant, both physically and otherwise. Two letters I've received from him since we last saw each other— one to congratulate me on the twins and another on Cliff's name day."

Rolf stopped, placing his hand over her stomach and smiling. "Then, we can expect a third letter when this little one is born. I look forward to meeting your brother properly... some day."

She gave him a significant look, shaking her head then smiling, "I should hope there is nothing proper about your meeting. For Daemon, that would mean threatening you with his sword."

"Ah, yes, the much-needed warning not to hurt his sister. Funny..." Rolf made a face feigning fear, "I received that threat already... directly from you. I may have technically had two more years to learn to use my sword than you did, but I cannot say I could ever defeat you with it... much less your brother. Though perhaps..." He patted her belly again, "The children may have given me an advantage. I'll beg them to protect me from you, as they'll have your strength."

She rolled her eyes, tapping his shoulder. "Using our children as shields. Goodness, I didn't realize I scared you so."

"Oh, you terrify me. In the very best way." He whispered in her ear, "I live with the constant fear that you'll give me that playful little smirk while in company and make everyone present aware that I wish you to pin me onto the nearest surface."

Daenys winked, "Don't tempt me into giving you the look now."

"Please don't, these trousers are new."

With a laugh, she guided him back to his plate, encouraging them to keep eating. "Get your mind elsewhere. There will be plenty of time for that once this babe is born. In the meantime, don't leave me devouring this feast alone... or else I may have to punish you."

Rolf pretended to shiver. "Gods, wouldn't that simply be awful! I sincerely hope a beautiful Targaryen princess wielding a sword and dragon doesn't turn my way and see a man in need of humbling..."

They'd just finished eating when Rhaenyra stormed back in, snapping at her father, "Is that what I am to you? A prize to proffer about to the great houses?"

"Oh, gods, here we go," said Daenys, motioning for Rolf to stay back as she swept forward to her brother and niece.

Viserys retorted, "You're of age, Rhaenyra, and Jason Lannister is an excellent match."

"He's arrogant and self-serious," cut in Rhaenyra.

"Well, I thought you might find that in common!" said Viserys.

Daenys stepped between them, muttering, "You're in company, you may wish to carry this conversation out another time." She motioned for them to look around, the lords and ladies within the tent tilting their heads in interest.

Viserys lowered his voice but continued, "Since you came of age, I've been slowly drowning in a lake of parchment flung from every corner of the Realm. Marriage proposals, all. And I have tried often to discuss it with you, but you've refused me at every turn."

"That is because I do not wish to get married!" insisted Rhaenyra.

"Even I do not exist above tradition and duty, Rhaenyra!" said Viserys, shouting again. He sighed and glanced at Daenys, who had crossed her arms, "You are even more stubborn than your aunt and the problem is you are even more desired. You must marry."

"Viserys," begged Daenys. "This is not the place for this talk. She's still young. If she is not ready, we must table this for another time."

Otto approached, "Excuse me, Your Grace." He side-eyed Daenys, who pretended he wasn't even there and faced Viserys fully. "The royal huntsmen have sent report. There's been a sighting of a white hart. The stag is 'The King of the Kingswood,' Your Grace. A regal portent for Prince Aegon's name day."

Daenys turned to Rhaenyra, intending to ask her if she'd watch the twins and Cliff until she and Rolf returned. Her niece had gone already, and outside she heard several shouts, followed by Ser Criston Cole calling for her to wait. Viserys covered his face in frustration when Rhaenyra rode past on a white mare.

"Let him fetch her," said Daenys tightly. "She won't go far. The less we show our worry, the better. I could remain here to wait for her."

"Nonsense," said Viserys, getting to his feet. "You and your lord husband promised to come along. You will."

"You ought not join the hunt in your condition," said Otto flatly.

"I'll go on the hunt in any condition I want," she said sharply. "I'm barely pregnant, it won't hurt anyone. You can remain behind, Lord Hand. We've no need of you out there. You are Hand not Sword or even Spear. What, exactly, would be the benefit of leading you into a forest?"

"I thought I only had to worry about this endless bickering from Daemon," said Viserys, motioning his sister toward Rolf. "You must have an agreement dictating you'll take turns driving your King mad by stabbing at his Hand."

"I would if I could," muttered Daenys. "I'll saddle on my own and follow behind. Wouldn't want to interrupt the Lord Hand's brooding on his horse. It's all he knows how to do on it."

She rode with Rolf at the end of the pack, letting Otto and Viserys remain up front. For her entertainment, Rolf kept his crossbow on his lap, shooting down birds and slowly filling the cart meant to carry a bigger kill. He didn't outright ask what was bothering her, but she knew he would remain curious about it. She hoped he wouldn't try to question her later on.

It had been difficult to ignore Otto. One moment he'd been everything, the next she hoped him to be nothing. Viserys couldn't see what an obvious move Otto played, he only saw Daemon's warnings as dramatic and didn't seem to know what to make of Daenys and Otto's sudden shift in behavior. Daenys hated how blind he could sometimes be; as a child it used to make her feel she was insane.

He didn't speak to Rolf at all, which Daenys at least appreciated. She might've slit Otto's throat in his sleep if he'd dared to make a comment to her husband. His distance was better, to ensure he didn't start to think for too long about Aenar and Alyssa, who she feared may begin to look different once their cheeks thinned out.

She could feel him glaring each time they stopped in a clearing, so obviously eavesdropping as Rolf told her stories about hunting with his father and brother. Ever so often, he'd reach over to her horse and place his hand on her belly, rubbing it affectionately and dedicating the next bird to the babe. He repeated this about fifteen times and Otto seemed to witness every single one.

They'd returned to their tents for the night without a white hart in tow. The birds were roasted quickly and Rolf gladly ate several wings, ripping off tiny chunks for Aenar and Alyssa to chew on. Daenys put the babes to sleep, and was about to join Rolf in bed when she heard a whistle outside the tent, a fluttering tune that her father used to call them with.

She poked her head out and found Viserys waiting. "A word, please, sister," he said with a pained smile.

Daenys closed the flaps of the tent behind her, following him out into the field, his guards keeping their distance. "What is it?"

"These marriage proposals for Rhaenyra have me near my breaking point," he said. "I thought it would not be so awful, considering I handled it once before with you. And yet..."

"She's to be Queen," said Daenys. "Not to mention she's more beautiful than I ever was, always seen in dresses and called 'The Ream's Delight' rather than 'Wildfire.' Of course she's more desirable."

He half-smiled, shaking his head. "You see, not all of these proposals bear this in mind. Jason Lannister appeared convinced she would become his lady wife on Casterly Rock while I named Aegon heir in her stead."

"I've told you this before— most of the men in your Council are convinced you err each day you do not name Aegon your successor. You placed a heavier-than-usual burden on Rhaenyra, who doesn't yet understand how much opposition she will face. Gods, Viserys, you cannot be so dense. This was all calculated. You think it mere coincidence that Alicent chose to comfort you in your grief?"

"She was being kind," he said stubbornly. "She has always been a sweet girl."

"A girl, nevertheless," said Daenys curtly. "You may have needed spares but after this babe she births, there need be no more. You ought to affirm you don't mean to supplant Rhaenyra. Your closest advisors are waiting for an opening to convince you otherwise. You must cleanse your Council and root out all the men who would undermine your choice because of their beliefs."

He sighed, "They will come to accept Rhaenyra with time. Otto counseled I wed her to Aegon."

"Because he'd prefer his grandson on the throne. He is being given too much to grasp onto, Viserys. You must cut him away. You once were so obsessed with the idea of a male heir, even you upheld sexist traditions. Some will change, some won't. You must do away with those who will be resistant and would dare to try and use your past self against you."

"Otto would not," said Viserys, though unconvincingly. "He is a good Hand."

"You remain ever as non-confrontational as in our youth," she accused. "You'd rather avoid action than face a problem head-on. You did it with the Stepstones and you do it even now. You exiled Daemon instead of determining what his problem is. You shield Otto while knowing he is attempting to pull on your strings and wield you like a puppet. You care more that everyone thinks things are fine and dandy in the castle than to actually see it so. I cannot always protect you, Viserys. Some things, you must do on your own. You must dismiss Otto."

Viserys narrowed his eyes. "And yet you once cared deeply for him. I may have turned a blind eye but I am not a fool. I know you and Otto were intimate far before I made any decision on my marriage."

"And then things changed. He was an honorable man when Aemma was alive, he cared for me, but the moment Aemma died, he started to think of tradition and became consumed by it. He only supported me because he would have been king. But when you didn't choose me, when he knew his opening was gone, he set up a distraction for you. He began to plan many moves ahead and the moment Aegon was born, he stopped wavering on his feelings for me. He knew only he wanted his blood on the throne. Deep down he was always a man who looked for his own well-being and yet I couldn't see it until an undeniable opportunity presented itself and he seized it."

"He has granted us fourteen years of peace," said Viserys. "And the majority of those years, you have enjoyed your lifestyle. You were allowed to remain unwed when any other king would have made you marry again and again until something worked. Jaehaerys himself would have seen you wed again."

"I haven't forgotten this apparent privilege. Just as I haven't forgotten your and Daemon's insistence in taking me to wife against my will. I'm much happier now with a husband of my choosing. I believe Rhaenyra should be given the same opportunity, if possible. She will need strong allies if Otto and the other men of the Realm will continue to oppose her."

He seemed tired of the arguing, and finished, "Well, if you've anyone in mind as a candidate for Rhaenyra, I suggest you speak of it now."

"Laenor Velaryon," she said. "To keep the Velaryons close. It will not be easy for her, but I doubt she's another choice, for Corlys has felt slighted and they would be our strongest allies now that the succession is being questioned."

He huffed, though seemed curious. "Lord Lyonel counseled me towards the same end, just after he informed me riders were sent to find Rhaenyra. Laenor is the heir of the wealthiest house, especially one with great strength and Valyrian blood."

"Then I suggest you pose this to her. Let her begin to think of it. She may prefer it; she knows Laenor better than any other boy of her age. Plant the idea and watch it take root. I should hope it will go well for her. And if she doesn't like it, if your attempts don't go well... let her choose her match and we will try to appease Corlys some other way. Perhaps betrothe their first grandchild to one of mine."

"I appreciate your wise counsel," said Viserys, taking a step back. "Well, then, I won't keep you from your sleep. Good night, Daenys." She half-smiled in return, watching him go and worrying about the ignorance he continued to hold bliss. She considered that as temperamental as Daemon was, he'd never let a leech linger so long in his court.

She was present when Viserys killed a brown hart the next day, using a well-fashioned and glimmering spear given to him by Jason Lannister. She and Rolf rode ahead of the group this time, eager to return to the food and their children. To Daenys, the hunt had lost its fun the moment Viserys denied her advice of removing Otto. He rode beside Viserys with his nose turned up proudly, as if he wasn't playing with the idea of plotting against his King.

Rhaenyra returned later that morning with Ser Criston, the girl covered in blood and a dead boar in tow. Daenys had helped her clean herself up, her niece mildly shaken and daring to whisper that she and Ser Criston had seen a white hart. Neither spoke a word of it to anyone else, and Daenys hoped that her later talk with Viserys would confirm that the sighting meant something.

Within a week of their return to the castle, Alicent welcomed a precious little girl. Daenys had wiped her face clean as the wetnurse handed Alicent the squealing baby, congratulating her on her daughter. She smoothed her hands through Alicent's hair as she kissed her babe, and when Viserys came to meet the child, Daenys glared at him, hoping he'd heed her advice and have this be the last one. Further children— sons in particular— would only further encourage Otto and men like him to see in the children Rhaenyra's replacement.

Months later, she'd gone into labor and delivered another perfect daughter, who Rolf named Gemma for his mother. Daenys liked to think of 'Gemma' as a name suited to honor both Aemma and her sweet Aunt Gael as well, imbibing the babe with the strength of three women they'd admired. She'd laid back in the birthing bed exhausted as Rolf held their daughter, smiling and letting her little hand wrap around his thumb.

"And you, my love," he said, seating himself beside Daenys once the wetnurse began to feed Gemma, "How do you feel?"

She hummed, making a face, "As though I just forced a dragon egg out of my body. Not the best way to start the day."

"Ever the warrior," he said, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles. "Thank you for our children. I... I know this is a somewhat improper time to ask, but I wish to free myself of curiosity. Will... Gemma be our last? Or would you like more? If she'll be our last, then my vow of chastity begins today." He wiggled his eyebrows, as if to make her laugh.

She was in too much pain for a proper laugh. Daenys scrunched up her nose, reaching out weakly to pat his cheek. "You're very lucky I like you..." With a groan, she sat up, holding her belly, "I... I don't know if I can do this another time. It was more exhausting than with Cliff or even the twins. I don't know how much more I can handle. I'm getting older, already begun all this late in life... and I'd like to get back to having my sword consistently against my hip. Admittedly, even this little one was unplanned. I thought to myself that Cliff would be our last, and yet..."

He smirked, "Well, if you could keep your hands off of me—"

She smacked his arm. "Oh, don't pretend you aren't equally as guilty. Four may perhaps be enough for me. I am ready to focus instead on teaching them to fight, watching them claim dragons."

"What changed your mind?" he asked, beginning to stroke her hair. "Before, you never wanted children. Even after the twins you were so tired, I doubted I'd convince you to make an attempt for a third."

She shrugged and shook her head, "I... I don't know. Many things, I suppose. Once I saw Aenar and Alyssa, I knew I wanted more. I wanted the assurance that your spirit and mine will live on in others even when we are old and grey, long turned to ash by dragonfire or a flaming arrow in a pyre floating by Riverrun. Admittedly, I like seeing how you are with them."

"Oh, gods, being a good father?" he teased. "How dare I? The most minimum effort and I see it done! Other men find it impossible."

"Yet you are not like other men," she said proudly. "And to find in our children a manifestation of my growing love for you... it fills me with joy."

He wagged a finger at her, "Ah... say that again. I like to hear it."

Daenys rolled her eyes, "My growing love for you."

"Now my life has become a dream turned true." He kissed the top of her head. "I will always keep my promises to you, Daenys. For your sake and our children's. I will see that we make the world they will inherit when it's time for them to have children of their own. Promise me only one thing."

"What thing?"

"Don't marry them to each other and don't marry them too young."

"I would never put them through such a thing. You've nothing to worry about." She held his hand, sighing deeply, "You are a good man, Rolf. I wish I had met you sooner."

He winked, "Say it again in that beautiful little voice and I will give you a fifth child."

"Oh, well, you birth it, then."

"I would if I could, to spare you! Honestly, with the way you pin me down, I'm surprised my belly's never swollen."

She held her stomach as she laughed, unable to hold it down from finding the thought ridiculous. "You are absurd."

"Am I?" he said dramatically. "Gods, they ought to put chains on you when the sun goes down. Some days I fear you're trying to impregnate me."

"You are always one for exaggerations, really." She reached out to the wetnurse, demanding Gemma back. She gestured for the maids to begin to leave, following after Grand Maester Mellos and leaving them alone. Daenys inhaled deeply, finding something comforting in the newborn smell. "Oh, my beautiful girl. I should hope you don't listen to your father too much, lest I have another in my ear telling the whole world the most inappropriate things..."

"This one will be like her namesake," said Rolf, tickling her little chin. "Passive and selfless. The one you'll need to worry about is Alyssa. You gave her your mother's name and her spirit, the same one you carry. The one who will be most like me..." He thought for a moment, "Cliff. He's already shown he finds great fun in pretending he's lost something simply so we'll have it replaced and then have two of the same thing. Clever boy."

Daenys smiled. "Oh, yes, he's a Tully through and through. I shall hope him to hate fish like you, to at least preserve some of your influence for his children and theirs. What about Aenar? Who will he be most like?"

Rolf shrugged. "Like his father, I'd wager."

"And yet you said it was Cliff who'd be most like you."

"His real father."

Daenys was still, staring down at Gemma and refusing to meet Rolf's gaze. "What do you mean by that?"

"Remember, Daenys, I told you I am not a idiot." He cupped her chin and tilted her head up. "I'm not cross. I knew when you came to me that you were distressed... fleeing some part of your past. Aenar and Alyssa may not be my blood, but they are my children. Aenar is already calm and pensive like Otto Hightower. Yet, he has a beautiful gift..."

He wiped away a tear as Daenys began to cry, embarrassed and guilty. "He has you for a mother," whispered Rolf. "Your influence could never sour that boy the way that Hightower cunt was. I don't pretend to understand what happened between you, but I recognize a manipulative man a mile away. I won't let you or our family be hurt by it. I will defend you until my last breath from whatever his goal is. I'll defend Rhaenyra and Viserys as well."

Her lip trembled. "I think he will try to usurp Rhaenyra with Aegon. I... I... I cared for him, and then I learned his goal. I learned that he would never put me first. I selfishly needed someone who finally would. Someone to give me strength to face whatever his plan will bring. I'm sorry. Gods, I'm so sorry. I'm as terrible and manipulative a person as Otto."

"Shh. Don't apologize. I never doubted that you married me out of need. But before you feel guilty about that, you ought to know I also needed you as much as you must've needed me... I needed an escape, I needed recognition, I needed to finally feel I had something to call my own. House Tully's words are Family, Duty, Honor. You gave me a family when you made me a father. We'd both been stuck with duties we didn't enjoy until we chose it in each other. I am honored each day I am with you."

"Truly?" she whispered.

"Yes. You made me a happy husband even though you could have wed me, never given me children of my own, even cast me and the children aside as long as you had your ally. I've never wavered on my loyalty to you because I know your affection for me and our children is true, I know your heart is pure when it comes to protecting your family. I'm happy to be an ally, to give you someone to lean on as you defend your niece's honor. You're as much her mother as you are the mother of our four. Whenever you find yourself in an hour of need, I will be there for you. My love for you is true, Daenys."

"As is my love for you," she swore. "I mean what I've said. I wouldn't have come to you unless I knew that you would be someone I could find laughter in, reliability in, comfort in. You've proven all those things and more. I didn't imagine myself mothering so many children until I saw how much you loved the twins and I knew I had made the right choice in partner, that I didn't need to be afraid anymore.."

"Good," he said softly, kissing her gently. "And I will continue to. For all the faith I lack in any gods... I certainly do wonder if they might be real each time I look at you and imagine only beings such as those could have made a woman so powerful. I could never be resentful over this, no matter what. I am blessed to have even had you look my way the first time."

Daenys admitted, "You caught me by surprise. You made me feel normal. And in the years we've been wed, you've made me feel loved. So few have elicited such a feeling. Even fewer have kept that feeling alive without betrayal. Even my own brothers have preferred to use me for their gains." She rested her forehead against his. "Rolf..." She tilted her head up and kissed him again. "Thank you for all of it. For understanding, for not hating me."

"Nothing could make me hate you, Daenys. You are everything I could have wanted and more. I adore you more than words can explain. And I, too, am glad to imagine your spirit remaining alive in our children. I already see your beauty in them, your liveliness, your ferocity. I am eager to see you begin teaching them sword, giving them dragons. Watching you love them has been one of the most precious things I was ever lucky enough to experience."

She stared at him, smiling, "Rolf..." She cupped his face, and he raised his eyebrows curiously. "One more. Just one more."

He drew back, smirking. "Really? You mean that?"

"It may be the moment, it may be the beautiful little girl in my arms, I don't know. One more. Just one."

"I'd be happy to oblige."

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A/N: I have started a job with a viciously long commute, so most likely updates can only happen once a week, a terrible comparison to all the other fics I managed to update almost daily while in high school and college. Sorry about that!