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.”
“Do not worry, the next child will be called either Rhaelle or Jaehaerys, depending on if it’s a boy or a girl. Unless of course I will be forced to lay in labour for two children at once again, in that case their names will be ‘this is’ and ‘the last time’.”, Relena informed her husband, the hint of an amused smile dancing in the corner of her lips. “We should pray that they are nothing like me, by the time my father came to seem me for the first time, the Maester was almost certain that I would soon have a place in the crypt.”, the dark haired girl pointed out. Upon hearing her husband’s next words, the young woman stiffened upon, her gaze focusing on the children. “Baratheon. They will carry the name Baratheon, it is the name that belongs to the crown.”
Her words comforted him and he nodded softly, his gaze switching from his wife and their children, and he chuckled as he heard her choice of names if they were more twins. “They will be fine in that regard.” He assured her before his slightly slumped back and shoulders were made straight, fully looking at her as she addressed the name of the children. Not Targayrens. Only by blood but not by name. His bite his lips trying to hold back anything he would regret saying in the heat of the moment hearing such things.
“O-Of course.” He wanted to argue, to say that they should have the last name of their father as so many children did but he knew she held the power and he did not. He was not a true King and she held the tittle of Queen. “They are the Queen children and therefore the crown’s heirs.” He parroted, having heard Eddard Stark say something similar. “I don’t want them to inherit the coin flip that is my father’s madness. I pray the Seven will watch over them.” He mentioned, the tone of worry in his voice as he slowly stood from the bed. “Is there anything you need of me for? More pillows, some water…rest?” He asked as he leaned forward to place a kiss on both the babes heads.
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