daemon Blackfyre

You sat on a couch, embroidering. It was the only thing you could do within the four walls you were imprisoned in. Servants came and went morning, afternoon, and night, and it was only to bring you food or clean the place. Sometimes a maester would come to see how your pregnancy was going, and after a few minutes he would leave. You used to look out the window every night and cry, waiting for your brother-husband to finally appear. You were deeply sad, but still you tried to be strong for the heir you carried in your womb