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“Well, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera are certainly twins,” Rhaenyra remarked, smiling at her sister over the edge of her cup, “I can barely tell which is the girl and which the boy.”
“They like to do that,” Helaena smiled as she gazed over Jaehaera and little Viserys poking around in the dirt. “They fuss and cry if anyone tries to dress them differently and oh you should have seen the tantrum Jaehaerys threw when their nurse tried to cut his hair.”
“Probably as big as the one Viserys threw when he was told that he couldn’t wear dresses like his sisters.” The elder woman snickered at the memory, her gaze returning to where Aegon and Jaehaerys were whispering to each other.
“Oh goodness!” Helaena chuckled at her sisters words, eyes wide in amusement at the image they provided. “Jaehaera normally just ends up in boys clothing but it would not surprise me if Jaehaerys one day took it upon himself to wear one of his sisters dresses.”
“Baela had to step in and placate Viserys with a matching tunic and promises of lessons in the training yard.” Rhaenyra chuckled, “Which, of course, Viserys instead demanded were to become flying lessons and then Aegon wanted to join and so Jace had to also join them and of course they couldn’t go without the rest of their siblings.”
“Both of mine love to see their own hatchlings.” Helaenas gaze was one of amused exasperation as she kept a watchful eye on their two sons and the way they crept closer and closer to their siblings, giggling as they went. “I often accompany them to the Dragonpit for their lessons and have found myself taking them both up with me on Dreamfyre. I probably fly more now then before I had them, for they are always demanding to take to the air.”
“They are proper Targaryens then!” Her companion declared, plucking a candied lemon from the plate of cakes in front of them, “Dragons the both of them, just like their mother.”
Helaena blushed, ducking her head at the fond look her elder sister sent her.
Indignant shouts interrupted them and both mothers turned to witness the results of their son’s mischief.
Jaehaerys and Aegon were laughing as they ran, chased by their rather unhappy and wet siblings. Where the two had gotten the buckets of water from nor where they had hid them, their mothers did not know.
But, as they both stood to wrangle their respective charges, they both struggled to contain their laughter at the children’s antics.
Morning tea forgotten, they both simply hitched their skirts and chased their children through the garden, free of any worries or duties.