𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 ─ TWINS
❝ i could be a 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ❞

TWO MONTHS HAD gone by, and Visenya missed her moon blood for both, and sometimes would abruptly wake up, only to rush to her chamber pot to throw up. It was a thing she wished wouldn't happen, but Joffrey had made her consummate their wedding many nights, it was bound to happen. Visenya was resting on a long lounge couch, contemplating what she would do. She was already sure she was with child, all she needed was true confirmation. Perhaps if she were to tell Joffrey, there would be no more need of their unenjoyable nightly ritual.

The hour was late and Joffrey would soon come to her room. At remembering that, Visenya quickly got up, walking to the door, opening it to walk into the hallway, closing it behind her. She nodded at the guard posted outside her door, motioning for him to stay. The guard bowed his head and Visenya began to wall down the hallway towards Maester Pycelle's room.

She knocked on the door and the voice of the old man called her in. "Ahh, Lady Visenya. What is it you come to me for?" The man asked, moving as fast as his old legs could carry him over to her.

"I believe I'm with child." Visenya nervously said, causing the old mans eyes to widen.

"You- You believe you're- you're with child?" The man stuttered.

"I missed my moon blood this month and the last." Visenya explained.

"Have you had morning sickness?"

The girl nodded. "Some days, yes."

"I don't see anyway for you to not be. Do you want me to test if you are?"

"Mhmm." She nodded. "Just to be sure."

"Alright. I would need a urine sample." The man explained.

"Alright. How long will the text take?" Visenya questioned.

"I would just have to see the effect your urine has when mixed with wine, it shouldn't take long to see the effect and it will determine if you're truly pregnant." Visenya nodded along with his words. "Just drink a lot of water, and send a servant to me with the sample."

Visenya nodded and left the room, walking back to hers. She nodded to the guard and opened her door, walking back inside. She walked over to the table, where a pitcher of water was. She picked it up and went to grab a goblet-

"And where were you?" Visenya froze at the sound of Joffrey's voice.

"I- I went to the Grand Maester... I suspect that I'm with child." Joffreys eyebrows raised in surprise.

"Do you?" Joffrey asked to which Visenya nodded.

"I asked Pycelle to test if I truly was." She informed him.

"A test?"

"Mhmm."

Joffrey looked at her for a moment. "Well..." He trailed off, before a smirk began to grow on his face. "We best make sure the test comes out to be a yes."

THE NEXT DAY, late in the evening, hours after she gave Maester Pycelle her sample, Visenya got conformation that she was truly pregnant. Joffrey had finally decided to lessen his nightly visits, through they still happened, just for his pleasure.

Another two months had passed and Visenya couldn't help but notice that her stomach was developing larger than what other woman's bellies would grow when pregnant, she had witnessed enough of Lady Starks pregnancies to noticed that, and so she went to Pycelle once more.

"Lady Visenya, what brings you to me today."

Visenya paused, "I seem to be growing faster and larger than most women would at this time." Pycelle nodded, following along with her words.

"This could be possibly because you're eating more, as you do have to eat for two now." Visenya nodded.

"I figured... But I would still like for you to check... I would like to know if I'm possibly carrying more than one..."

"Alright." Pycelle stood up from his desk and walked around it. "I would have to... feel around your stomach, to- uh- see, how many fetal poles there are. I may also be able to tell you how far along you are." He walked over to a table. "You can lay on this." Visenya nodded and moved to lay on top of the hard wood. "If you may- uh- pull your dress up- for me to get a better feel..." The man said, seeming almost flustered.

Visenya looked at him blankly, before sighing, hesitantly lifting her dress, but still leaving her thin under dress down. The man looked like he wanted to say something but quickly closed his mouth before he could. After a moment, the man began pressing his fingers into her abdomen.

"I would have to feel for... a third fetal tube..." Pycelle explained, "As one child has two... Ah I feel the first child..." Visenya nodded, looking to the side trying to take her mind of the feeling of the process. After a moment the man spoke up again. "I do believe I can feel and third tube..." Visenya perked up, looking down at his hand.

"You do?"

"I do believe so." He placed his other hand on where he felt the first two tubes, looking at the distance between his hands. "I believe your assumptions are correct..."

"I'm truly carrying twins?" Visenya asked, a surprised look in her eyes.

"You arm, my lady." Pycelle nodded, his long beard and mustache covering his smile.

Visenya got up and down from the table, fixing her dress. "Thank you." She said, a smile growing on her face as she left the room.

ONCE THE STARK girls found out about Visenya carrying twins, they both came to her room buzzing with questions.

"Are you truly carrying twins?" Sansa asked.

"Mhmm." Visenya said excitedly.

"I can't believe you're carrying children for that cunt." Arya plainly said, causing Sansa's eyes to widen.

"Arya!" Sansa exclaimed. Visenya chuckled, causing Sansa to look at her bewildered. "You're laughing, Vis?" Sansa said wide-eyed. "She just insulted your husband. The prince."

"Well, there is truth to her words." Sansa's lips parted.

"I- But he's the prince." Arya rolled her eyes at her sister's words.

Visenya's chuckle slowly stoped, her smile slowly fading with it as she looked at the girl sympathetically. "Not all princes are like the ones in fairytales, Sansa..." Sansa looked down, Visenya quickly trying to mend the situation. "But I'm sure theres a prince out there that is."

Sansa's mood effectively brightened, "Really?"

"Mhmm, and I'm sure he'll find you, and sweep you off your feet." Arya made a face, opening her mouth to speak, but quickly closed it again seeing the look of 'just go with it' that Visenya gave her.

"Really?" Sansa said, excitedly.

"Mhmm."

Sansa smiled brightly, eyes glazing over as if she were daydreaming of it, to which Arya made a look of disgust, that Sansa was too busy daydreaming to notice.

"Well..." Visenya said, looking between the two girls. "Would you two like to hear some baby names I've thought of?" The two girls perked up, looking at her.

"Ooh, yes." Arya said, Sansa nodding along.

"Well, I'm not sure if it'll be me to name them but... For a boy I was thinking.. Aerion." The two sisters nodded, letting out hums of approval. "And for a girl-"

"Ooh, you should name a girl after me." Arya cut her off, causing Visenya to smile at the small girl's suggestion.

"No, you should name her after me, my name's much more elegant." Sansa quickly input, causing Arya to roll her eyes.

"Shut up."

"You first."

Arya began to reach for a lock of Sansa's hair.

"Both-" Visenya quickly said, seeing Arya's movement, "- your names are lovely." Visenya said, smiling as she looked between the two girls. "But for a girl I was thinking of Rhaenyra."

"Rhaenyra..." Arya repeated.

"Mhmm."

"It's a nice name." Sansa said.

Visenya nodded. "They're both Targaryen names." She told them. "I'm not sure if I'll be the one to name them though..." She placed her hand on her stomach as the girls gave her small sympathetic looks.

"Joffrey would let you name one of them at least..." Sansa said.

"Whether he lets me or not, I am their mother and I'll love them all the same..."

Visenya gently smiled and looked down at her stomach as she gently ran her thumb over the still growing bump. She was still marveling at the sight of her stomach, still amazed at the fact she was carrying two small lives inside of herself. She had always wondered what it would be like to be a mother, and she had thought it to be the worst thing to have to do it for Joffrey, but now, she didn't care who she was pregnant for. It's her children that she's carrying, and she'd be dammed if she let the father of them get in the way of her love for them.

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the amount of research i did for this chapterrrr. there are many types of medieval/ancient pregnancy tests but, due to GoT partially being inspired by the war of roses i did a pregnancy test that was mainly used in the tudor period, so yeah.