She had finally done it.

Granted, it had come with the irritating side effect of another pregnancy, but if she were honest? She didn't really mind… not yet. The high from their coupling had not yet faded, even with the cool ocean waves to wash away the flush of her skin, and she had half a mind to seek her King out to solicit his affections again before meeting with the herd. If she was going to do it, she might as well make the most out of her decision anyway.

The lithe dancer turned to watch her lover pull himself from the waves with obvious satisfaction. There was no longer a need to conceal her attraction to him, as she had already given him a clear indication that she did not hate him as she had always pretended. He had finally given her what she had craved from the very beginning and while in time she might again have a need to manipulate the way that he saw her, he had earned at least a few weeks of honeymoon from her games.

Her pale lips curved up in a lascivious smile as he pulled himself ashore, her fluted ears pricked in his direction. With the sun gleaming off of his muscular body and the waves framing his figure, she wasn't sure how anyone - herself included - had ever managed to fend off his advances. Had she seen him in the water that first fall, she thought to herself, Drogon might never have had a chance to exist. But reminiscing about old disappointments was only going to spoil her mood, so she cast the thought away with a flick of her wet tail that cracked audibly over the waves.

"I should invent more reasons to watch you swim out of the ocean," she teased as he caught up to her in the shallows. The slender arch of her neck grew slack as she reached out to nip lightly at the charcoal of his muzzle as he came within range, only to withdraw and coil back to its original position. With the water lapping around her fetlocks, it was easy to recall the memory of her first few minutes in Paradise, and of just how Rougaru had staked his claim upon her. Smirking to herself at how far she'd come, she half-turned toward the thick jungle of home and allowed herself a long breath of contentment.

Vanya turned her head back to the powerful stallion at her side and lifted her head in a subtle challenge. "You should call our children," she murmured, her gaze flinty beneath the batting lashes. Acknowledging that he had any claim on the children that she'd carried alone, birthed alone, and raised alone was painful… but necessary. If she wanted him to accept that what was his was also hers, then she needed to extend the olive branch.

But she also didn't put it past him to have lied to her to make his position more powerful. For all she knew, Drogon and Vivienne were living their separate lives on the crossing, well away from her.