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"Daddy! Mommy! Look!"
Helaena raises her head from her embroidery hoop. Aegon stops looking at his cards : he's playing with his friends, Ser Leon Estermont, Ser Eddard Waters, and Ser Martyn Reyne. Jaeaherys watches as they play and Maelor snores in his bassinet. Jaehaera likes her father's friends : they are always nice to her and to her brothers and they genuinely care.
They remember she prefers orange cakes over lemon cakes because lemon is too bitter.
They remember her favourite doll is Ruby, a gift from her uncle Daeron from Oldtown.
They remember her favourite color is gold because it shines like her father's beloved Sunfyre.
She remembers, once, how they spent hours looking for Jaehaerys lost horse toy.
She remembers once how Martyn helped her repair her doll's gown because it tore, how Leon found a way to make her laugh after a nightmare, how Eddard chased away a monster from under her bed, which happened to be a cat.
Her mother likes them too, which is why she lets her father have them over in their apartments. This way, everyone sees each other!
"What is it?" The queen asks as her daughter runs
"Look! My dragon! It hatched!"
The adults gasp as they discover, still in its egg, the small beast.
"He's so cute!" Jaehaerys cooes as he gets closer
His own egg hasn't hatched yet, but there is no jealousy in his eyes.
"Well done, my girl!" Aegon beams
"What a mighty dragon, Princess." Martyn kindly smiles
"A mighty dragon for a mighty princess." Eddard adds
"Hear, hear!" Leon agrees
She giggles.
"I think it's a boy." She says. "But I'm not sure."
"The dragon keepers can tell you, my love." Helaena tells her
"You'll have to be kind to him, Jaehaera." Her father instructs her. "Your dragon may be cute, but he isn't a toy. He has a mind of his own. You have to be kind to him and treat him well. Like your mother treats Dreamfyre."
"And like your father treats Sunfyre." Her mother completes. "Your dragon is your friend. Some might say he's a part of you."
"What's his name?" Her twin wonders
Jaehaera thinks deeply.
"Morghul" She decides
Aegon exchanges a look with his friend, puzzled, but that's her choice. Helaena seems worried.
"Do you know what it means in High Valyrian, my love?"
"No, I just think it's pretty."
She doesn't notice her parents slipping into the corner of the room, nor does she hear their conversation.
"What does Morghul mean?" Aegon asks
"It means Death."