"Dany, you've already... why won't you make up with Daemon?!"
After giving birth three times in succession, Rhaenyra had lost her maidenly figure. Although Lucerys was already over four months old, she still weighed more than a hundred and twenty jin.
What drove Danyla to despair was that her own weight had begun to rise uncontrollably as well. To keep her figure, she had recently been spending several hours every day practicing swordsmanship.
But aside from making her muscles firmer and her swordsmanship more refined, it did not seem to do much to keep her weight down.
"Daemon's feelings for you have never changed, really. He just..."
"He just made the mistake every man makes, is that it?!"
Danyla cut Rhaenyra off.
"Sister, women of our standing don't need to depend on any man."
"Being willing to bear their children doesn't mean we've become their possessions. If those men can't even keep their trousers on while we're enduring the hardship of carrying their children..."
"Then we're better off without them!"
"But the child in your belly needs a legitimate status, after all!"
"That's easy enough. I'll just find myself a new prince consort with a clean record!"
"What?!"
Just as Rhaenyra was struggling to come to terms with Danyla's words...
"Danyla Targaryen!"
A furious shout suddenly rang out behind them, startling Rhaenyra so badly that she nearly dropped Lucerys from her arms.
Daemon emerged from behind the weirwood, his face livid and an exquisite jeweled crown in his hand.
"I will never let my child call another man father! No one is worthy! And no one would dare!"
Danyla turned and looked at Daemon with icy eyes.
"What right do you have to say that? Do your endless mistresses and hordes of bastards give you that right?"
Daemon strode up