👑| Being woken up

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Established Relationship:

Married

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Aegon wakes herself and her husband up on Christmas Morning

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Art by CallistoAwe on Twitter (X)

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Rhaenyra slept deeply, curled close to the warmth of her husband beneath the layered furs. The wind outside Dragonstone sang its lonely, ancient song through the stone corridors, a sound so familiar she no longer woke to it. Her breathing was steady, peaceful, until a small, persistent tug at her sleeve drew her gently from her dreaming.

She stirred, lashes fluttering before her eyes opened fully. The world came into focus slowly: the dim glow of the hearth, the cold bite of early morning air... and the bright, eager face of her son.

Aegon stood at her bedside, toes curled against the chilled floor, his excitement nearly trembling through him. Rhaenyra blinked once, twice, then softened entirely as she pushed a strand of silver hair from her face.

“Yes, little dragon?” she murmured, her voice still warm with sleep, her hand instinctively reaching to brush his cheek. Aegon leaned into the touch like he always did.

“It’s Hearthrest, Mama,” he whispered, barely containing his joy. His voice wavered between reverence and bubbling excitement, and that alone drew the faintest laugh from her lips, soft, breathy, full of a love few ever got to see from the Realm’s Princess.

“I see,” she murmured, fondness pooling in her gaze.

Only then, as she shifted upright, did she notice the shapes lingering in the doorway, Jace, Luke and Joffery peeking in, trying and failing to hide their own eager smiles. Their hair was tousled from sleep, their eyes bright with the quiet hope that they hadn’t woken her too early.

Rhaenyra’s heart warmed in a way no fire could replicate.

She turned toward her husband, still nestled in the furs, and leaned down. Her hand slid along his shoulder in a slow, tender press, not just waking him, but sharing the moment with him.

“My love,” she whispered against his ear, her breath warm on his skin. “The boys are awake. Hearthrest has come.”

And in her voice was something gentle, intimate, a small, precious piece of peace she rarely allowed herself, shared only with the man, that she loved, beside her and the children she adored.

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I have no idea what the Westros version of Christmas is but I thought this was a cute idea. :D

I called Christmas, Hearthrest (it's just a made up name) in this because I couldn't find a canon name for it.