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It wasn’t easy to have a mother who dreamt true dreams. She always knew when they did something they shouldn’t. Or thought about it. Sometimes she even seemed to get mad about things they might have done, but decided against. Overall, it wasn’t fair, and none of their friends or cousins ever had to deal with it.
Before their own eggs were laid and hatched, both Daemon and Rhaenyra took their refuge with the riderless white she-dragon, Periax, and whispered their complaints about all-knowing mothers into her warm scales. Then their father showed up, more often than not led by his white wolf, and brought them back inside the keep, back to lessons they had escaped and annoyed maesters and septas.
When Periax’ eggs hatched and they each claimed a hatchling, they still went to Periax, but less often to complain and seek compassion and more to show off how the little dragons grew. She only showed polite, distant interest. Their mother told them dragons weren’t very fond parents, unlike their human counterparts.
Their father still fetched them back. He took responsibility and duty very seriously, their father the King. Their mother teased him about it when she thought no one heard her.