“They’re beautiful.” He was in awe of the two babes that were in Relena’s arms. A boy and a girl. Or has the world would see them, the heir and the marriage alliance tool. But to Viserys, they were precious and he wanted to protect them. “They have a good mix of both of us. Least they both seem to have more of your nose.” He noted as he sat beside Relena and the babes and he absentmindedly stroked her hair moving some of the sweat coated strands away from her face. “What are their names?”
“They are wrinkly and red and don’t seem to be able to open their own eyes, beautiful is not the word that comes my mind when I hear these words.”, the queen mumbled. She was still tired and weakened by the birth, once child has been bad enough, but twins? The queen would have certainly not minded waiting a while before having a second child. “His name is Steffon, after my grandfather and her is Argella, after the last queen of the Stormlands.”, Relena explained, glancing down at the children, before she turned her head towards her husband. “Have they told you which one was born first?”
He expected Baratheon names but it saddened him to hear there was no Targayren names but even Viserys had to admit that some of the names weren’t good ideas or too many of one name to go with. Maybe if there was to be a next time he’d convince her to name one after a family member. “In time they will open their eyes, growing stronger and less wrinkly. Remember, you and I both were like that at this age. An grew into strong, fair, beautiful adults.” His eyes focused on her when he spoke the word beautiful, meaning it more to her than about himself before he sighed happily, a wide grin spread across his face. “Steffon and Argella Targaryen. Well, if she’s anything like you, I’d have to guess Argella was born first.”
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