The tale of Ice and Fire

Chapter Thirteen

Dragonstone, 283AC

It had already been a moon from the day Maester Crelan had confirmed Iclyn's pregnancy. Iclyn's stomach had rounded lovely as the baby continued to grow. The northerner was so happy about his miracle pregnancy that he had never been so careful.

The princess had stopped her daily plays with her dragons and when Ēbrion had grown enough to be mounted, the northerner had left the privilege of the first flight to his husband. He surely couldn't risk any injuries that could put the baby in any kind of danger.

The future heir (or heiress) was the most protected unborn baby of all Westeros. No one knew of their pregnancy, except for Lyanna, and they wanted to keep it that way until the birth, in fear that the king would want the baby to be born at King's Landing.

To prepare for the birth, the northerner had begun to storage his excessive magic into the locket Rhaegar had gifted him. The locket was an heirloom of House Targaryen, the pendant had a dragon engraved on the front framed in small indigo amethysts. Iclyn had immediately fallen in love with the locket, because it remained so much of his husband's eyes and heritage. So, the northerner chose it to store the magic necessary to recover from the birthing of their child.

One afternoon, while the northerner rested in his bed, he had remembered a spell, from his time as Harry Potter. A spell he had seen in practice only a few times, but one that would be the most beneficial in his current situation.

Foetus simulacrum. He had seen Nynphadora Tonks cast the spell on herself to show Harry the healthy developing baby that was his godson, Edward 'Teddy' Remus Lupin.

He casted the incantation, alone, afraid that it wouldn't work, and waited for the image to clear. When, finally the image of the foetus was floating on top of him, he called his husband: "Rhaegar!".

The prince of the Seven Kingdoms quickly entered the room concerned about his wife's health. He stopped on the door, amazed by the image. "Is that..."

"Our baby." Iclyn finished the heir of the Iron Throne's sentence. The prince slowly walked towards where his wife was lying, he carefully sat down, afraid that every little movement could make the image go away.

"How..." the prince tried to say, his voice broken by the tsunami of emotions inside him.

Iclyn smiled at his husband's loss of words. "I remembered a spell." he said softly, looking at the baby's movements. He then, turned towards his husband and a soft smile spread through his face, watching the loving expression in his husband's eyes.

The image of the foetus flickered before disappearing altogether. Rhaegar's loving expression was replaced by a fearful one.

"What happend? Are you alright? Is the baby?" he asked concerned, taking Iclyn's hand in his.

The northerner smiled lovingly. "Everything is alright, my love. I'm just not strong enough to keep the image for a long time." he said, gently stroking the locket on his neck with his free hand.

He had begun to store his excessive energy and magic in the locket for the birthing process. He knew he had to be cut open and, with the medical regression that was present in this world, his chances to catch a disease or even die from blood loss were really high.

He hoped that his magic, stored in the locket, could help healing him from the birthing process. To heal the cut the Maester had to make to birth the baby.

He knew how strenuous the birth could be on the mother's body, even if the mother was an actual female, and he had started, since the Maester confirmed the pregnancy, to store his unused magic in the locket.