It was a beautiful day in Kings Landing, the bright blue sky was without a cloud, the winds were gentle and brought along a warm breeze, and the city was bustling with activity, the caravan traders had come to town and Daenerys had granted them permission to set up shop in the empty district of town. Dany had her handmaidens watching over Rhaenerys this fine morning, to give their Queen a much needed break from her constant attention seeking toddler ways, not that she disliked her daughters company.
Her hand had found it's way to the swell on her abdomen, lightly petting it while she watched over her city from up high, in the mood for a walk outside and not in the hot castle. Dany turned on her heels and began walking away from her bedroom window, her new mission was to find her husband and make him stop whatever tasks he was doing and make him go on a walk with her, like they used to do in Asgard.
Daenerys held up dress up a little bit with her hands as she strode down a corridor, not wanting to trip over her beautiful light blue sandsilk dress she had acquired back in Pentos, along with a few others from Qarth. Her heeled sandals lightly clicking against the hard stone floor of the castle, her pace staying the same as any other pregnant womans was, slow.
She never knew what Loki was up to when they weren't together, the norm would be planning attacks and specifics on the battle with Ser Jorah, they both quite enjoyed sharing their merciless ways of battle with the other high standing army men. If it wasn't that, Loki was not usually in the castle, he tended to the matters that needed the Queen to travel within the city, and since Daenerys was not in an able position to be running back and forth between the city and the castle, he dealt with those for her.
Finally, Daenerys found herself in the Iron Throne room, where four of her seven Kings Guard, (now called Queens Guard after she had a talk with them) were standing and watching over her seat, fingering the hilt of their swords. The other three had emerged from a hallway, their clanking armor drew closer as they stationed in front of her, their allegiance to her was strong, they dare not go on their word to protect her.
"Do you three know where Loki is?" Daenerys questioned the three with a small smile, simply adoring these mens commitment to her. They looked at each other, then to the last man on the left side, raising his visor up to speak with the Queen.
"Yes, your Grace." He began, completely removing the whole skull of the helm off his head. "His Grace is currently in the mapping room of the west wing. Would you like us to retrieve him for you?" She knew they were sucking up to her because she was pregnant, acting like she couldn't even lift a finger.
"No, I will do fine walking there myself." Dany informed them with a smile, beginning to walk towards the west wing of her castle with her three Queens Guard men following behind her.
Their army now sported the Targaryen colors and sigil, banners proudly swaying in the breeze, the three headed dragon plastered on the banner remind the people who had taken over this city. The army proudly wore their expensive plated armor, with their black capes adorned with the three headed dragon, looking onward fiercely. Her Queens Guard however; adorned different styled armor than the army. Their plated armor was thick, and black as the night, not especially good in the hot weather, but for their Queen, anything. Their capes were a bright blood red, thick and nearing their feet, which made Dany ecstatic.
Finally, she walked through the archway of the mapping room, seeing Loki across on the other side discussing with their head of the Army, speaking about army numbers and how well equip the armory is. When they heard the footsteps of the approaching people, both men turned to face her.
"Ah, hello Daenerys." Loki had greeted with a small smile. "Where is Rhaenerys?"
"My handmaidens have agreed to taking care of her this morning, which is why I've come to you. I wanted to know if you'd like to go for a walk through the city." She questioned him with a caring smile, knowing he could never say no to anything she wanted. It was known.
"Yes of course." He agreed to her request, taking a few steps towards her while looking back at the man he was speaking with. "You can do the rest of the arrangements alone, I'm sure." The man nodded his bald head at the God and turned back to the table, continuing whatever they had started as the couple left the room.
"I would like to see the caravans set up, if we could." Daenerys informed him with a bright smile, looking up at his face as they walked through the corridor towards the entrance to the castle, taking his much larger hand in hers.
"I would like to see them too." He admitted, a warm smile surfaced upon his face when they exited the castle. "Are you sure you'll be alright?"
"There is no need to fuss over me. I'll be fine." She exaggerated her point by giving him her puppy eyes, he'd always fall for that one. Surprisingly enough, she had learned this move from Rhaenerys, who used it on her father for more sweets. Loki was no fool, he used to use those exact eyes on Odin and Frigga when he wanted something he couldn't have, usually they wouldn't let him and he'd resort to using tricks to get his way. But he'd never keep something she wanted away from her.
"If you say so."
The two made their way down into the city, towards the section where the caravan traders had set up for the upcoming days, hoping for great sales with their merchandise and delicacy's from other parts of Westeros and Essos. Once they entered the region where the set up was, delicious scents had filled the air, immediately making the silver haired woman hungry for the food.
The Queens Guard followed off in the distance, always keeping their eyes on the Queen. Dany rolled her eyes, Loki was enough protection she needed for this small venture into the city, she was sure.
"This reminds me of the days when me and my brother would visit the bazaar's as children." Daenerys had started with a small warm smile, thinking back to the horrible childhood days. "Whenever we would gather enough coin, we would buy a spiced pork sausage. Like the ones over there." She pointed to the stand beside a jewelry stand, the smell of the pork sausage wafting over to Daenerys, tempting her.
"Would you like one then?" Loki asked her, raising a black brow at the woman. To which, she promptly nodded and led him to the stand, where a woman was selling the food that Daenerys was so craving.
"Your Grace." The woman greeted with a bow, quickly serving the Queen the sausage she was waiting for. "I hope it is to your liking. It is from a recipe back in Essos."
Dany nodded softly after she had taken her first bite of the food, memories rushing back to her mind as she finished the small bite. "Loki, are you going to have any?"
Loki shook his head. "I'm not currently in the mood for eating."
Disappointed, Daenerys took another bite of her delicious foods and the two began walking once more, down the dusty streets that were filled with people buying the goods brought overseas from a land they do not know. She got a sudden craving, her stomach rumbled for more food.
"I hope they have honeyfingers."
"Hope they have what?" Loki questioned, raising a brow at what she had said, never hearing the food in his life.
"Honeyfingers. It's a small little cake from Tyroshi. It's extremely good."
After filling up on whatever she deemed good to eat, after retching at the mere sight of a thick soupy substance, and after nearly collapsing from walking too much, Daenerys was done with viewing what the caravans had to offer. The two began making their way back towards the castle, her Queens Guard following at an appropriate ways away from the couple, not want to make an intruding aura.
Not to mention, Loki had made her guards hold the few trays of the little 'honeyfingers' she was enamored with, she insisted that without them, she would go absolutely insane because they were what she was cravings for weeks.
"I believe I have found a name for our son, Loki." Daenerys had said out of the blue, gazing up from the swell on her abdomen and gluing her eyes to his with a smile. "I wanted to tell you what I thought."
A curious black brow raised on the forehead of the God, as his emerald eyes fixed to her glowing face. "Ah yes, and what would the name be?" He questioned with a smile, knowing he would never say no to a face like that.
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A/N: Thank you everyone for the lovely comments ! They make me happy, but sad at the same time knowing this story will eventually come to an end. ;( Don't fret, there's still chapters to come, but all stories have an ending. I'm glad I'm getting this great feedback for idea's/references because they really make me feel like I'm pleasing what you guys want to see instead of /insert quickly typing plot abiding me/ and writing everything I want to see.
PS. I cut the chapter off there for a reason, not because I'm stupid and forget to type the rest. LOL.
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