Sleep evaded you on the eve of the tournament celebrating the upcoming birth of your unborn child. The future prince or princess of the realm. The sun had now risen over King's Landing, and as the day wore on your body began to contract and ache in pains you recognized as labor pains.
You couldn't stop from gently stroking your swollen belly, as if to calm your nerves and ease your pain. In a final attempt for sleep, and seeking peace, you close your eyes as you breathe deep and relax into This wasn't your first baby, no, but you couldn't help the worry that's plagued you these past nine months.
Your firstborn, your sweet Realm's Delight, Princess Rhaenyra, is the only child to have survived past brith. Five pregnancies that resulted in one living child and four babes lost in the womb. For a long time after your last miscarriage you refused to lay with your husband, King Viserys. He understood your reasoning as the loss of yet another babe took a toll on him as it did you.
When you first had the inklings that you were with child once again you summoned the maester, who only confirmed your suspicions. Viserys was delighted by the news of course, as he always was, but he also feared greatly for your safety. Over the course of your marriage and throughout the trials of the past Viserys stuck by your side and made sure you were as comfortable as possible.
He called the finest maesters the Citadel had to offer to aid in ensuring both you and your babe survive this pregnancy. You tried to assure him such measures were truly unnecessary, to which he cupped your face and replied "You are my queen, my love, the mother of my children. I would do everything in my power to keep you safe." Your king seemed to know exactly what you needed to hear, even if you yourself did not.
The wide doors of your chambers swung open, disturbing the last hope of any tranquility. You sit up on your elbows to greet whoever's entering.
Rhaenyra's silky silver hair is whipped in whirls you recognized as results of dragon riding. She's no longer in her delicately scaled riding uniform but you have no doubt your daughter had just been in the skies on Syrax.
"Mother," Rhaenyra greeted you softly, concern quickly lacing her features. "Father old me your labors had begun." She crawled into bed with you despite the off looks from some of the midwives. Merely a girl of four and ten, Rhaenyra had yet to take a husband and bear children, so she had no such experience on the birthing bed and thus no idea how to comfort you.
She laid on your left side, head on your shoulder as she wrapped both arms around yours and intertwined your fingers with hers. "You musn't stay for long, little dragon," you advised. "I need you to find your father and bring him to me. I have a feeling it won't be long now." You kissed the side of her head.
As the gods would have it, you hardly managed to keep from pushing before Viserys arrived to your chambers. Viserys joined your bed side immediately, holding your hand tight and reassuring you with sweet whispers of his love and adoration. Rhaenyra, despite both your and Viserys' advise to leave the room, refused to leave your side again. Instead she took to your left and held your hand as Viserys held your right.
Not but ten minutes later your son, Prince Baelon Targaryen was born. With silver hair and lavender eyes Baelon was every bit Targaryen as his father and sister, and you couldn't possibly love him more.
Viserys sat beside you staring in awe at the healthy pink baby laid upon your chest. "He's beautiful, my love. I am so proud of you."
Tears welled in your eyes as you brought your left hand up to stroke the silkiness of your newborn's thin layer of hair, holding Viserys' hand firmly with your right.
"I love you," you whisper as to not wake your newborn babe. "I love our little dragons, Viserys. You've blessed me with two beautiful children I could not love more. Thank you, husband. For everything you have done and continue to do for our family."
Viserys smiles warmly at you before pressing his lips to yours in a short, yet sweet, kiss. He pulled away just enough to part your lips but kept your foreheads pressed together. "There's nothing I would not do for you or our little ones, my queen."
You hummed in response, tiredness overtaking your body. You let your eyes flutter closed, content in the presence of your now complete family.
