COME ON! WHO ACTUALLY BELIEVES THEY'LL BE THROWN INTO A FICTIONAL UNIVERSE? Who actually gets thrown into one?! Maggie apparently. As the daughter of Daemon Targaryen and Laenys Velaryon she had a duty.
A DUTY TO END THE WAR THAT WAS THE BEGINNING...
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──── late winter, 114 AC
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LAENYS VELARYON
LAENYS HAD BEEN IN LABOR FOR TWO DAYS WHEN SHE KNEW SOMETHING WAS WRONG. The maesters had begun to whisper around her and the midwives faces had begun to grow more dim.
She was surrounded by blood on her bed and her hair was plastered to her pale gaunt face. The labor and pregnancy had taken a lot out of her.
She clutched her stomach and screamed begging for this babe to get out of her. She hadn't wanted to turn out like the Queen, a baby cut out of her screaming with fear plastered on her face.
"Daemon!" She yelled.
Meya, her closest confidant and head maid held her hand, "This is not a man's place, my Lady."
Laenys groaned as another scream was forced out of her with a contraction, "I don't fucking care! I want my husband."
When none of them moved. She begged, "Please, I know how you are looking at me. I know I am going to die, just let me see him."
With that whispers filled the room before the head maester agreed and sent one of the maids off to get the Rogue Prince.
Laenys looked up to sky and prayed to the Mother. "Please let me have this baby and see it be born."
Daemon barged into the room with Dark Sister strapped to his waist, he immediately headed to the bed and crouched down next to it.
He grabbed Laenys' head and kissed it before grasping her hand.
Laenys smiled at him weakly as she groaned in pain, "Daemon, I want her name to be Shaenya. I know men usually name the baby but please let me have this."
"If she wants to be trained in the sword let her be trained in the sword. Don't ever be disappointed in her and raise them to be who she is."
Daemon just shook his head, "You're not going to die ,Laenys."
She chuckled softly, "I've been laboring for two days Daemon and I've seen how they look at me. They're going to have to cut it out of me. Just let me know when they're going to do it so it's not like Queen Aemma."
She didn't get a response out of him as he got up and she thought he was going to leave before he had her lean up and he sat behind her, "You are going to have this baby and you will not die."
The maesters surrounded the bed as the maids prepared water and blankets for the new babe.
"Push!"
Laenys yelled as she pushed as hard as she could. She repeated and felt like her stomach muscles were ripping.
"Fuck!" She bellowed as she grabbed Daemons hands as tight as she could.
Meya said from beside her, "Breathe my Lady, breathe."
Laenys took a few deep breaths as she cried before pushing again. The pain felt endless and the pressure extreme on her pelvis before it was relieved. She immediately sighed in relief and rested herself back on Daemon's chest.
The maester's collected the baby from the bed but when she heard no crying her relief was immediately gone, "What's wrong?"
She looked back, "Daemon? The baby? What's happened?"
The maesters took the baby away and started frantically rubbing on it and hitting it trying to get it to take its first breath.
It was silent in the room and Laenys' heart broke before a shrill cry erupted from the baby in the maesters arms. He immediately wrapped it and handed it to Laenys, "It's a girl, my Lady."
Laenys was hesitant to look at the baby in her arms as if at any second it could disappear before she heard a coo, she looked down and immediately knew she'd die her for her. Her little Shaenya.
Daemon smiled as he looked down at his firstborn from behind Laenys' back, "She is beautiful."
The maester interrupted them, "We have to deliver the afterbirth my Lady."
Laenys nodded and handed Shaenya to Daemon. He got off the bed and walked her around the room. Shaenya had almost a full head of brown hair like her mother with small slivers of silver but the most beautiful purple eyes. They were a beautiful Lilac with small specks of dark purple.
"Issa dōna hāedar. Nyke jāhor mīsagon ao ēva issa mōrī jelevre." (My sweet girl. I will protect you until my last breath.)
After Laenys had delivered the afterbirth the family was happy, not knowing the it was missing a piece.
