If Jeyne had still been inclined to pray to the Seven, she would have thanked the Mother every day that Reynald was a healthy, happy, easygoing baby. Of course he cried and fussed at times as any baby did, but it was almost always due to being hungry or tired and he was easily soothed, unlike his cousin Rickon who seemed to drive his mother to
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Reynald seemed to have his attention caught by the movement so Elizabeth tried to move him again in case he didn't like it. Though if he cried she could give him back to Jeyne. "I thought there were lots of children in your family," she said glancing over in the direction of Summerfell. There was the small red headed daughter of Captain Caspian who Elizabeth had been climbed on by more than once in what she assumed was a case of mistaken identity - unless she was just an a very friendly child.
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She hesitated, for this was a subject she did not speak much on to anyone but Robb, and since Reynald's conception not even to him. "I did not think I would ever be able to have a child," she confessed. "I had wanted a child for a long time, ever since Robb and I were wed. When we were in Westeros, I wanted to give him a child, an heir--as a king in the midst of a war it was quite important. But even here, where it would not be so urgent, I still wanted a child, not just for him but for me and our family. I wanted things to be normal, and for us to have what we couldn't have in Westeros. For all the things that are strange here, it is much safer to raise a child here then at home... so for all those reasons and more, when I finally fell pregnant with Reynald, it was a joyous thing and yes, I felt that way about him even before he was born."
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Except it didn't - of course it would be different if someone wanted to get pregnant instead of having it happen despite a half hearted effort at avoiding conception. She looked at Reynald who looked back at her brightly and she supposed he definitely did not seem as bad as Elizabeth thought babies would be - but she was also aware that he was a much happier child than most. Maybe that was because he was so wanted. She managed not to grimace, if that was the case her child would be especially difficult. Unless James' influence was more than hers and who would have thought she ever would wish that. "You must be very happy then," she said. They were very different no matter what they looked like. "I had not realised Reynald was a prince," though he was a prince with an itch to eat sand it seemed. Elizabeth carries on as she can hardly make a worse impression. "I never wanted anything normal not back in the Caribbean or here - I wanted to go to sea and that's hardly a place for a child." She manages a small smile and a joke. "Pirate King's don't need heirs." Whatever she said it seemed dreadfully selfish, especially here where she could take the baby sailing if she was inclined to be foolish - unless James stopped her. But no amount of reminding herself that her feelings were foolish and selfish made her want to be a mother. Reynald squirmed as her baby kicked again and she worried it would upset him but he seemed more interested in the sensation prodding at the swell of her belly with his tiny fingers. "They grow quite quickly though don't they," she said trying to summon up some hope. Reynald seemed to have grown a lot just since Elizabeth had seen him last and it seemed better to think of it that way than to think it would be years and years before children could do anything interesting.
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