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Adelie II

When Adelie was five years old, her last name was exchanged for another. She was so very excited, as was her brother. Finally a name! Finally a Stark! Finally!

Her mother, on the contrary, wasn't excited at all. She'd always defended their right, never called them Snow-twins herself. Yet, when they were officially rehabilitated there were no words of relief. It didn't seem she was at all happy about it. The slight disapproval coming from her mother upset Adelie greatly. While Jon didn't care at all – he never cared, may the Gods bless him, he was a light-hearted one – she locked herself in her room, wondering what might have upset her mother about the name change.

Mayhaps, she'd wanted them to be a Dayne rather than a Stark? But wasn't she a Stark herself now? It wouldn't be accurate for her not to be, even widowed.

Her moping didn't go unnoticed and soon, Adelie found herself in the chambers of her mother, cradled against Ashara's chest. It took more than a few terms of endearment before she spilled, but when she did Adelie got all the answers. "Oh my sweet darling child", Ashara had said, "I don't diapprove at all. It's your right to carry the name of your family. I'm just worried about the repercussions, Adelie."

The Lady of Dragonstone could still remember how Ashara Stark, neé Dayne, put her hands onto her cheeks, forcing the young girl to look her into the eyes. Violet meeting violet. "Remember one thing: Every name comes with responsibility. Every house has its own history, his own regrets and debts." It had been quite serious, Adelie had nodded her head slowly and whispered a light 'yes'.

She didn't understand, back then, she really didn't. Being a Snow wasn't a good thing, as much was certain. Nobody had taught her what being a Stark would bring for her. And it didn't bring about anything bad, really. New cousins to play with, new uncles and aunts.

Of course, later on she learned about the role the Starks had in the war. The history they carried on their shoulders. She shrugged it off, though, as no one had ever let her feel it. When she got engaged to Viserys Targaryen she pretty much assumed that they'd forgiven her the figure her father, whom she'd never met, cut in the war.

The name Targaryen brought along a whole different level of responsibilities. Court duties and naturally those duties that came with being a high Lord's Lady. It wasn't very difficult. She didn't need to do her stitches or take her lessons anymore. She was free to entertain herself, whether she preferred hanging around at the conference room where Viserys discussed all the reign things with his council, or visiting the gardens or wandering around the huge castle... nobody would interfere with her desicions.

She wasn't 'little Ashara' anymore, she was Lady Adelie Targaryen of Dragonstone. She loved it.

Her twins, two girls, were utterly beautiful. Both looked rather Targaryen-ish with their light hair and light blue eyes. With her boys they'd changed to violet within a few moons ans she was sure the same would happen to the girls. Aelinor and Alysanne.

The Queen had been so kind to offer to be their guardian, an offer which was promptly accepted. Though guardians didn't really mean anything, Adelie thought that it could never be wrong to have one. The twins were a handful and she was, after all, happy that she'd given birth at King's Landing where childcare was not to be done by the high ladies.

While the Queen, exhausted from finally bringing a little boy into the world refrained from all the duties that came with a child still in its swaddling clothes, Adelie couldn't keep herself from nursing once in a while. Her breasts hurt anyway If she didn't do it. She was very fond of this first moments of bonding. Those were her children, after all.

She felt a little lonely, without Viserys and her sons, but due to the Tourney that was to be held in honor of the swaddling crown prince all three of them would be here within a week. The whole family would gather. Even the princesses had been called back from their current destinations to attend the festivities.

Adelie wasn't too fond of the whole hubbub herself, it could be scary and overwhelming, especially for younger children. Traditions required it, whether she liked it or not. There was nothing to be done about that. The King had not shown up at the nursery after he'd gotten a quick glance at the young prince. Poor one, he'd been confused and congratulated her on boy-girl-twins. He must've gotten it mixed up, all the babies! And all born on the same day.

Her girls didn't look alike at all, except for their hair and eye colouring. Aelinor was smaller and didn't put on weight properly, while Alysanne seemed to be always eating and growing. Despite their chubby faces, you could already make out high cheekbones on the bigger baby and a forever to stay there button up nose on Aelinor's face. Adelie hoped that they would both be beautiful in their own way. She wasn't sure whether she could handle a daughter crying over her sister being more beautiful than she was.

The prince was a small one, too. He slept in the nursery with her girls, it would be a waste setting up two If only for a few weeks. Also, they were destined to be best friends. Adelie still feared that she would not be allowed to take them home with her, that the Queen would keep them to be friends with her son.

Her beautiful little son. He had light hair, they all did, and already violet eyes. No one could mistake him, he was pure Targaryen. Whenever she looked at him, she caught herself thinking how much he looked like Daemon at the same age. This was silly, of course. They were cousins there was to be a small resemblance, but nothing as prominent as the same shape of face.

Which he didn't have. She was just imagining it. It was stupid.

Still, she felt drawn to the little boy as If he was one of her own. Once, when nobody was watching her, she managed to nurse him. He latched on at the first attempt. The next day, Adelie overheared that he'd put on a little weight – all because of her.

She couldn't tell anyone, of course, she had to keep her success a secret. She didn't do it again, it was too dangerous and she had four children to consider. Also, what would Viserys say? Wasn't she his wife, supposed to care for his children, not providing milk to others?

And yet the feeling, that she wanted to take care of the little prince never left her, when she left the nursery to go to bed.