a younger sister. someone who has protective big siblings to look after them.
in which Rhaenyra Targaryen doesn't understand why everyone has began to treat her like a child.
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RHAENYRA WAS WALKING AROUND, GROANING in pain as her chambers were filled with midwives and a maester. Rhaenys had gone off to get her children as she had requested her to do, her head was fuzzy, she felt clouded, but the pain kept bringing her back. She kept on whimpering out for Alicent, she couldn't do this alone.
She snapped her head up when she heard the maester comment on something, "her term is far from complete this should not be happening." He mutters to one of the midwives, she could feel her blood bubbling.
"It is fucking happening!" She growls in his face.
"Keep your head about up, Princess." One of the older wives commented and drags her away from the maester who bowed his head to apologies. "Come, we've done this two times before, Princess, keep your spirits going, this isn't any different."
Rhaenyra felt trapped with all their hands on her, she pushes them away as she could feel her skin heating up making her sweat more. "Get off! Get off! Please, I need my mama, please!" She cries out, "please, I can't do this alone! Ow! Ow!"
She whines and goes over towards the balcony where there was a breeze blowing onto her, she held onto the stone pillar and kept her hands on her stomach. She sobs, "I can't! I can't!" Her cries echo from her room. "Please, I'm scared, please!" She shouts, the midwives didn't know what to do, the women didn't know what to do to help the Princess, they stared at each other on worry.
"Mother?" She hears footsteps of her children enter.
"Fuck!" She says groaning into the pillar.
The Maester smiles slightly, "Princess." She turns around and see her children staring at her with so much concern, for a moment she didn't know who they were until the cloud lifted from her head.
She stares at them, "your Grandsire, King Viserys is dead."
"Viserys?" Lucerys calls out.
"Otto has crowned Aegon King. He claimed it, but my brother did not want it, they are being trapped in their own home by him, the council is in on this too." She explains, as she clutches tightly onto the pillar.
"What is to be done about it?" Jacaerys asks.
"Nothing yet!" She calls out while groaning once more.
The boys walk closer to their mother, "where is Daemon?" Her sweet boy asks as he stares at her.
"I don't know, plotting a war, gone to madness?" She sniffs, she whimpers once more. She stares at her eldest son, "Jace. Whatever claim remains to me, you are now it's heir, not is to be done but my command. Stop Daemon from doing something that will get us all killed," she says as she crumbles and Lucerys quickly catches her and places her to the ground.
His touch burned her, she pulled away from him, "please, go." She says to them as they hesitantly leave, but they do as she asks. She stares blankly at the wall ahead of her, tears fell from her eyes once more.
She groans once more and stands up slightly, "Daemon!" She calls out a couple of times, he wasn't coming to her aid like he normally does, she truly was doing this alone. "Please, I can't do this!" As the midwives help her bend, she pushes them away. "Alicent! Aemond! Please, anyone!"
"Please, let us help you, Princess." One of the midwives beg as she refused to push anymore.
"No! I want my mama! I can't do this without her!" She wails, she ended up pushing anyway, blood rushed out creating a puddle, she wouldn't let any of the begging midwives near her. "Get out!" She screams in agony calling out once more for her siblings, "Aegon, please!"
She ends up grabbing the baby's head, pulling it along with pushing and watches it slide down her thighs and onto the ground. She stares silently at the unborn baby, she noticed it was deformed; it looked half dragon. She gasps and picks it up, "m-my baby." She mutters.
"M-My poor little baby," she hushes the dead baby and rocks it to her chest. "My little Visenya, my little baby." She cries silently, "my little girl."
She sat rocking herself back and forth on the floor, her midwives staring at her with tears down their faces. "Shhh, my little Visenya, mama's here, mama's safe, you can rest easy, my little dragon." She mutters to herself quietly.
She lets out a loud wail once more, "my baby!" As if she'd just realised what was happening, she was suffering from the loss of her child. She felt fuzzy and started calling out their names once more, it felt like hours as she stayed sitting on the cold stone floor, but she ended up being held, she looked up to see a remorseful Rhaenys.
"Come, Rhaenyra, let us wrap her up and get you cleaned up." She mutters holding the Princess who was feeling so lonely, so scared and so very sad.
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She began to wrap up her dead baby, whispering and muttering to herself. Rhaenys stood in the dark corner watching her anxiously, honestly terrified of what the Princess might do. She knew how Rhaenyra was feeling, but she knew the Princess was not in the right state of mind, she was regressed and she was having trouble fighting it, she wanted it, but her baby was also dead. She was grieving terribly over the loss, she had to go through alone.
Once the baby was wrapped the maesters took it and went to prepare for the funeral as Rhaenys once again took her back to her chambers to clean up. She saw some handmaids washing away all the blood as she helped Rhaenyra into the bath that was already made for her.
Rhaenyra sat staring at the water that had now turned a pinkish tone, she felt Rhaenys helping her wash herself, but she truly couldn't speak. She didn't even know what to do, she couldn't even think without it becoming babble of things. She turned slowly as the woman made her stand now that she was clean, "I need my Alicent." She mutters, the older woman shakes her head.
"Tis going to be alright, Rhaenyra, you will be with her soon, but for now, I am here." She said before giving her a soft hug and wrapping her up into a towel.
"Let us get you dressed for your babes funeral." She mutters quietly. The handmaiden and a few midwives helped her get dressed into something comfortable, and helped calm herself down.
Rhaenys stood once again, and kept her eyes on the Princess who felt as if she were going mad with grief.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ two chapters in one night! i am terrible for putting her through all of this. let's hope for the best!
