Imagines based on characters from the House of the Dragon TV show ♥
- Jacaerys Velaryon, Aegon Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen, Criston Cole, Cregan Stark, Harwin Strong, Gwayne Hightower, Davos Blackwood and Tyland Lannister
Summary - Heavily pregnant and tormented with late-night cravings and hormonal swings, the queen finds comfort in her husband Aegon, whose unwavering love and support provide a comforting anchor as they navigate the trials of impending parenthood.
Pairing -Aegon Targaryen x reader
Warnings -None
Word count - 2174
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Sleep eluded me, partly from the gnawing hunger in my stomach and partly from the babe pressing against my internal organs. The room was dark and quiet, save for the soft sounds of Aegon's steady breathing beside me. I turned restlessly, my mind unable to settle.
"Aegon," I whispered, shaking him gently. He groaned, deeply asleep, his body heavy with exhaustion. "Aegon," I repeated a bit louder, but he only turned over, clutching his pillow tighter.
Frustration and desperation mingled as I shouted, "Aegon!" and slapped him awake, my hand making contact with his shoulder.
He jerked upright with a start, his hand instinctively clutching his racing heart. The abruptness of his awakening caused a flash of panic to cloud his eyes, and he looked around the room in confusion.
"What is it?" he asked urgently, his voice trembling slightly as he scanned my face and body, searching for any sign of distress. "Is it the babe? Are you in pain? Should I call for the maester?"
A deep sigh escaped me as a pang of guilt tightened in my chest for having woken him. I gently pushed his hands away from my face.
"Yes, no, and no," I replied, my voice strained from the mix of emotions and physical discomfort. As he blinked the sleep from his eyes, his concern gradually shifted to confusion.
"Well, what is it?" he asked again, his voice a mix of worry and curiosity.
"I want grapes," I said, the words sounding almost absurd in the quiet of the night. He blinked at me as though I had suggested the most nonsensical thing.
"That's all?" he asked, his disbelief evident. I nodded, fiddling with my hands nervously. The request felt so trivial and petty now that it was out in the open, but it was all I could think about.
"You could have rung for a servant," he said, trying to make sense of why I had roused him from his sleep for such a minor need.
"I do not wish to bother a servant," I said softly, my voice barely more than a whisper. His soft laugh, tender and affectionate, was a small comfort amid my hormonal upheaval.
"So, you bother your husband, the king?" he said playfully, his eyes twinkling with amusement. His words, meant in jest, made my eyes well up with tears, my emotions heightened by the hormones coursing through my body.
Tears spilt down my cheeks uncontrollably, and Aegon's eyes widened in alarm. He rushed to pull me into an embrace, his arms enveloping me with a protective warmth.
