The Dragon-Tamer

15

Feyre was lying in her bed, sweat covering her body. The maids had stripped her down to her night shift, but it did nothing to relieve her of the heat. She cried out as another contraction came.

"You're going to be just fine, my lady," A maid tried (and failed) to comfort her, "Maester Mellos will be here soon."

Feyre glared at the maid, "Easier said than done, you dumb whore. I don't see you going through labor!"

The maid flinch at the harsh words and retreated out of the room. The rest of the maids made no move to go next to Feyre, in fear that they may be the next victim of her wrath. The only one brave enough to was Corrine.

"My lady, you are scaring them," Corrine whispered in Feyre's ear.

"Then they should not be here," Feyre let out another groan, "Where is the fucking maester!"

The door opened and Mellos rushed in, his assistants in tow, "Forgive the tardiness, my lady; the hour is quite late."

"Really," Feyre asked, sarcastically, "Well, I am sorry if the child trying to claw its way out of me disturbed your slumber, Mellos."

Had it been anyone else, Mellos would have been offended, "Will the father be joining us?"

"Do you see him here?"

Mellos at least had the decency to look apologetic, "We shall have to continue with or without him then."

He instructed his assistants to lay out any necessary tools, and he told the maids to get hot towels prepared. Feyre laid in pain as everyone worked around her, gripping Corrine's hand tightly.

"Alright, my lady,"Mellos said as the maids moved Feyre down the bed, "It's time to start pushing."

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Screams filled the Red Keep; so powerful that they shook the ground. In the hallway outside Feyre's chambers, Viserys, Alicent, Rhaenyra, Daemon, and the Velaryons were waiting. Hours had passed, and a servants brought out chairs for them, but they were scarcely used.

Rhaenyra had been pacing the hall, wincing whenever she heard Feyre's screams. She kept glancing at the door, wanting to go in, but not wanting to intrude. In fact, the maesters locked the door after she kept walking in.

"Please, sit down, Rhaenyra,"Viserys sighed as he watched his daughter, "Before you burn a hole in the carpet."

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes, but reluctantly plopped down into a chair. She felt her leg bounce up and down as she kept her eyes on the door.

The sound of footsteps captured everyone's attention. They looked down the hall to see a drunk Silas stumbling over to them.

"Why are you all by my wife's chambers?" If his stance didn't prove his intoxicated state, his slurring did the job.

"You're wife is currently giving birth," Daemon glared at the man, "And here you are, pissed out of your mind."

"Watch yourself, my Prince," Silas slurred and pointed at Daemon, "I am here now, ready to greet my son into the world."

"Or daughter," Alicent mumbled.

Silas looked at the Queen, "Excuse me, Your Grace?"

"You might very well soon have a daughter, Ser Silas," Alicent told him, looking him up and down in disdain, "You should be prepared for either one."

"It will be a boy," Silas insisted, "Just wait and see."

Suddenly, the screaming stopped, replaced by a babe's cries. The door opened, causing everyone to stand. Corrine stepped out and bowed to them all.