Ghost sat next to Rhaenyra all through breakfast. The big direwolf wagged his tail as Rhaenyra patted him. Dany noticed the way the two of them looked as if they shared a secret, though she pretended not to notice the way Rhaenyra kept slipping Ghost sausages. Jon was clearly trying not to laugh as Ghost licked Rhaenyra's fingers.
"Does Jon never feed you?" Rhaenyra asked with a giggle. Ghost whined in agreement, and Rhaenyra laughed. She looked over at Dany, and suddenly her face went serious.
"Why aren't you eating?" She asked, sounding worried.
"I just don't feel well."
"You never eat in the mornings-" Rhaenyra's eyes widened. "Dany..." She breathed.
"What? Rhaenyra, what's wrong?"
"I think we need to go see a maester, right now."
"Why?"
"Is your stomach hard?" Rhaenyra asked, as if that explained everything. Dany poked at her stomach, and was alarmed to feel that it was a bit hard.
"Yes..." She couldn't believe it. Tears of joy at the possibility sprang into her eyes.
"What?" Jon looked concerned. "What's wrong."
"She's pregnant." Rhaenyra said matter-of-factually. Jon gaped, then smiled.
"Is it possible?"
"I'll go find a maester, and ask their opinion." Rhaenyra told them, and darted out of the hall.
Rhaenyra returned several minutes later, leading a startled looking old maester. Enthusiasm was written all over Rhaenyra's face.
"What seems to be the trouble, Your Grace?" He asked her.
"My sister thinks that I'm with child." The maester's face brightened.
"Well then, my Queen, we best have a look."
Rhaenyra paced outside Dany's room, Jon right beside her.
"Do you think so?" Jon whispered.
"I hope so." Rhaenyra answered.
After what seemed like an eternity, the maester emerged, followed by a delighted looking Dany.
"Is she? Are you?" Rhaenyra asked, unable to contain her excitement. Dany nodded. Rhaenyra embraced her sister. "You're gonna be a mother!" She announced happily. "I'm gonna be an aunt!"
"Technically you already are." Jon laughed.
"You don't count Aegon." Rhaenyra said with a playful scowl. "Dany, go back to bed! Relax."
"I have to meet with Sansa."
"I'll meet with Sansa. Tyrion can come with me."
Daenerys hesitated. "Okay, but stay calm."
"I will." Rhaenyra promised.
The Throne room had changed since Sansa had last seen it. the roof was open, and a canopy was built over the Iron Throne. Sansa glanced at Tyrion as two Unsullied guards entered, Rhaenyra just behind them.
"The Queen begs your pardon, Lady Stark, but she is unable to attend this meeting." The princess said as her dragon landed behind her. Now Sansa understood why the Throne room was open. So that the dragons could join their riders.
Sansa glanced at Tyrion.
"Shall we begin?" Rhaenyra asked her. Sansa nodded. Rhaenyra eyed her. "Very well, why have you come, Lady Stark?"
"To discuss the status of the North."
"Without a Southern ruler."
"Yes."
"You do realize that what you told Tyrion could be considered treason?"
"I thought Jon was the better option."
"You endangered the Queen's life."
"I had no wish to do so, I simply though she would be a poor ruler."
"Even after what she gave you? Even after what she lost to protect you? To protect the North?"
"She did it for Jon."
"My sister insisted we stay, insisted we help you. After the way you treated her in front of the Northern Lords, I wanted to leave, you clearly didn't want us there. Queen Daenerys insisted we stay and help you."
Sansa looked at Rhaenyra in surprise.
"You wanted to leave?"
"I did. Because my sister was too good for you." Rhaenyra scratched her dragon's chin, and the great beast chirruped at her. "You may have the North."
Sansa stares at her in shock. "Princess?"
"The North may have it's independence, my sister does not want your frozen hellscape. But, no help, no trade, no armies, nothing, shall ever come from us."
Sansa looks at her worriedly. "Nothing?"
"Nothing." Rhaenyra confirmed, and Sansa paled.