''Keep breathing.''
Rhaenyra gasped for breath as she pushed and pushed. Her breathing rapid.
"And push."
Rhaenyra groaned out in agony.
"And again.'
"I c... I can't." Rhaenyra whined
''Push!'' the midwife demanded
''The head!'' another midwife declared kneeling between Rhaenyra's legs. Rhaenyra kept pushing, moaning and groaning in agony but it was almost done, it had to be.
''A boy, Princess.''
''Praise the Mother!'' The baby's cries rang out.
"Ahh." They placed the boy in Rhaenyra's arms, she smiled down at him, another boy. "Healthy?"
" Kicking like a goat, Princess." They assured. Rhaenyra had but a fraction of a moment before the door opened and Alicent came in.
"Well?" Alicent asked kindly.
"A boy." Rhaenyra told her as she closed the door.
"A boy!" she repeated joyously. Alicent took the babe and looked him over, she knew that Avalon knew of Rhaenyra's bedroom habits and Avalon didn't say anything. She loved her children. She loved her grandchildren. So Alicent stayed quiet but she couldn't help but feel like after everything that Avalon had done for her, protecting her all these years that it was quite disrespectful of Rhaenyra to go about with bastards and claiming them legitimate.
''A boy. I've just heard.' Laenor said happily popping his head in. the word spread faster than wildfire when a new prince or princess was born.
''Yes.'' Rhaenyra said through pained breaths.
''Well done." Laenor told her still very cheerily, Alicent stared back at him before looking to a pinched faced Rhaenyra. ''Was it terribly painful?''
''Oh gods.'' Rhaenyra grumbled men knew nothing of birthing pain. Alicent had yet to wed, she was well past the age but after everything with the Greyjoys she didn't know that she wanted to marry again. She was more than happy helping with Rhaenyra and Alicent's children.
''I took a lance through the shoulder once.'' Laenor remarked.
"My deepest sympathies." Rhaenyra hissed.
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"Where is the cane I got you?" Avalon questioned.
"I don't need a cane, canes are for old men." Viserys reminded her.
"You are not a young dragon anymore." Avalon countered kissing his cheek. "It's okay to need help." She looked around the room until she found it holding it up victoriously. "For you." She handed it over.
'Your grace.'' Criston remarked opening the door for them.
"Criston, Rhaenyra just delivered another, isn't that wonderful?" Avalon asked kindly as she kept an arm around Viserys as they walked.
"Joyous indeed." Criston agreed. "Which guard do you think he will look most like this time?" he whispered and Avalon swatted at him.
"Bē manda." Avalon told him and it took criston a moment to search his brain for the correct translation as they walked. "Come on, Daeron knows this one." Avalon teased.
"Be nice." Criston remarked.
''sȳz.'' Avalon applauded.
"Stop please." Criston whispered "My brain hurts when you speak in valyrian." He remarked.
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The Heir // King Viserys Targaryen // Daemon Targaryen
Fanfiction"Brother. I have some conditions before I agree to this union. They are non negotiable." 🐉 King Viserys Targaryen lost his wife in child birth and everyone is pushing him to marry. He only saw one suitable match. ⚔️ Half of my heart // viserys...
