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“I just need help putting them to bed” Lyanna whispered, there was no way she could get up with both of them. Both babies were fast asleep against her. “Especially Daenerys. Every time i try to take her off my breast she starts screaming.” The baby was asleep, Lyanna’s nipple still in her mouth, but Lyanna had already tried to remove her twice to no avail. “Did she – well was she fed at all on the journey from Dragonstone?”

She knew that if she was given anything it was Goat’s milk, which would sustain life but was woefully inadequate when it came to nutrition. Guilt settled in her stomach again when he mentioned little Aegon, he was older then Jon, though not by much he’d’ve been less then two still and Lyanna knew she couldn’t nurse him too. 

“W-will he be alright? I-I know the maester said he’d live but – but will he be… damaged?” She knew the injury to his head had been bad, everyone thought he’d die. “An-and Rhaenys, we – we’ll get her a new kitten and- well I don’t know…” She trails off. The little black kitten Rhaenys had so loved had been found with it’s skull crushed under the bed in Elia’s chamber. She can’t help but feel guilty for it, for what had happened to Elia and Rhaella, and the two children.

“An-and the Kingslayer?” She asks. “H-he’s – I want him dead. He can’t be around the children if – if we can’t trust him.” 

“I believe she was but not by any kind of mothers milk. Prehaps goat milk?” He told her, giving his sister an odd look as he noticed how she slept. It was odd to think of this little babe as his sister. Viserys was older and they’d spent time together but Daenerys was a just a babe and it was harder to wrap his head around the idea that he was a good twenty years older than her and they were siblings.

“Aegon will be alright. For now. The Maester doesn’t know if he’ll be damaged in any way or the severity until he heals up some more.” Rhaegar prayed to the Seven that Aegon would be fine. A happy healthy child with no problems but he couldn’t be sure, the blow had been hard. “The Masester tried to be positive but…There was something in his tone that makes me worry if i’m being honest. Of course. I think she’d like that very much.”

Her request left Rhaegar a bit stunned. “Jaime Lannister. Jaime did what I would have done had I known his plans with the wildfire, Lyanna. Besides, I’d rather be on good terms with his father seeing as he took care of the kingdom while my own crept further into paranoia and madness.” Rhaegar started, his brows came furrowed a bit as he thought. “Jaime didn’t get close to the children. The one i want dead is Gregor Clegane. H-he was the one who helped lead the attack on my children and Elia. Who r-ra-raped her…If Jaime hadn’t killed my father, I’d be a Kinslayer and not he as Kingslayer. My father should have been dealt with before any of this came as it did.”

There was guilt in his voice, heavy in his body language as he couldn’t look Lyanna in the eye. “Jaime will stay on as Kingsguard. Tywin will serve as my hand. I’m not changing my mind on this.”