Though everyone you encountered had been complimentary, it was your husband who had been the most vocal about your soon-to-be growing belly.
Starting at a royal banquet that was being hosted soon after you told him, Daemon stood with his glass raised and gave a special toast in your honor.
"Here is to my fierce wife!" He had declared to everyone present. "For bestowing upon me the gift of impending fatherhood."
Those gathered for the feast erupted into cheerful applause at such news as Viserys rose to give his brother a congratulatory embrace.
The Prince spoke to the King with a happy look of pride on his face while Rhaenyra came over to place a kind hand over yours.
"You shall make an excellent mother."
The way she said her statement with such confidence made you reply with equal assurance,
"And you shall make an excellent Queen."
The warm look you both shared only solidified your words.
You were told often of how being with child suited you.
When your body went through changes and your pregnancy became noticeable, Daemon spent a considerable amount of time whispering sweet nothings to you in High Valyrian as he caressed your growing bump.
Becoming a common occurrence as the days passed, you did not mind since you melted at your husband's touch every time.
It was like you could not stop yourself from falling in love with him over and over again.
The Prince must have been of a similar mind given his actions of late.
While he had never been afraid to show his affection for you, the desire to do so had ramped up in the time you had told him you were pregnant.
Going as far as openly kissing you in the public eye, it became clear that no one could doubt the feelings he obviously had for you and you for him.
It only continued as weeks turned into months, and soon, the little one growing inside you made their introduction by way of a kick.
So thrilled at such a simple action, you rushed through the halls in order to locate your husband.
Finding him sitting in on a council meeting, you immediately gave your apologies for the interruption to King Viserys before moving as swiftly as you could to where Daemon was now standing from his seated position.
"My Love, what is wrong—?"
"Give me your hand!"
When he let out a confused, "What?"
Instead of complying, you became impatient and took his hand in order to place it against your rounded stomach yourself.
When you felt that flutter inside you again, you looked up to see his face and watched it morph into an expression of amazement.
"Did she just…?"
Your husband grinned brightly at your enthusiastic nod.
That was when Viserys humoredly repeated Daemon's words in order to gain some insight for him and the others present.
"'She', Brother?"
Clarifying himself, your husband was proud when he said,
"I believe my daughter is simply making her presence known for the first time."
Giving an amused smile, the King was gracious as he responded,
"Well, I would not want to keep you from such important matters."
After looking around at the rest of the council, he announced, "This meeting is adjourned."
You thanked him as you both left in a state of barely contained excitement.
And it did not escape your notice that Daemon's hand seemingly did not leave your stomach for the rest of the day.
In fact, it did not escape anyone's notice how much of a dotting husband he had become.
The women of court jealously whispered amongst themselves about the amount of care someone known as the Rogue Prince was giving you.
It should be unlikely.
It was seemingly unfathomable.
It had been, to say the least, unexpected.
But you were unconcerned with the opinions of babbling sheep as you basked in the love of the one who held your heart.
Because you had to give it to him, his ability to tame the dragon within you was impressive.
It was also a necessary skill you had come to realize.
Since becoming pregnant, your temperament had been all over the place.
You sometimes flew through emotions at such speeds, it was staggering.
You could recall one instance where you were in your shared chambers feeling nothing but red-hot anger for reasons you could not remember.
As you paced and contemplated the best way to unleash your fury, Daemon entered the room with his hands clasped behind his back.
"The maids tell me you are upset."
"The maids can mind their own business," You immediately snapped back.
Having gotten used to your mood swings by now, your husband simply hid his amusement at how adorable you looked waddling back and forth before trying again.
"Might I inquire as to why you are upset?"
But your answer was one of frustration as you suddenly replied,
"I do not know!"
That was when the Prince found he could no longer hide the small grin threatening to break out on his face and made his way over to you.
As if extending a peace offering, Daemon held his hand out to you and waited for you to take it.
You begrudgingly did so, but only with a pout on your face.
Turning your hand over in his so that your palm faced upwards, you watched as he pulled his other hand from behind his back in order to place the small basket he was holding into your grasp.
Looking down with your brows furrowed, your anger immediately turned into delight as you saw the basket's contents.
The Prince was pleased as he took note of your instant change in demeanor and said,
"I was hoping some of your favorite pastries might help with whatever was upsetting you."
And just like that, your previous rage became a distant memory.
You wound up giving your husband a grateful kiss that he easily returned before you sat in a nearby chair and began to happily munch on your newly acquired treats.
Daemon swore that his love for you increased tenfold in that moment.
As you neared the end of your pregnancy, it became rare for him to leave you by yourself for too long. So it should have come as no surprise when he declared that he would remain by your side after your waters broke.
You gave no protest as you leaned back against him for strength.
While he sat behind you whispering strong encouragements in your ear, you delivered a healthy child into the world.
You could not stop yourself from collapsing into your husband's chest after the final push, nor could you stop the tears that welled in your eyes as your baby's wails filled the room.
The cries had died down by the time the little one had been cleaned and placed in your arms. That was when the midwife said,
"It is a girl, Princess."
Huffing a tired laugh of joy as you peered down at your daughter's face for the first time, you felt Daemon press a kiss to your sweaty temple as you both took her in.
"She has your eyes," You murmured in your mother tongue.
"She has your spirit," He quietly responded with contentedness in the same language.
Pecking another kiss of thanks to your forehead, the Prince was sincere as he said,
"That means she could not be anymore perfect."
And as you cradled such a gift in your arms, you decided that your husband had never been more right.