Love In The Dark - Re Writing!

Pain

It's been many months since I've seen or heard from Aemond. I was so worried the Maester was scared that I would have the babe to soon. But now? Now I don't ever want to see him again.

A man came not even a minute ago and handed me a letter from Aemond. He has met someone, he has taken another wife. He is to stay in the Riverland's with her.

'My dear Rhane, I'm sorry. I never accomplished the promise I gave to you. I have met someone, her name is Alys Rivers. I love her, I think it's different because we were forced together, whilst I get to love her freely. Take care my wife, I will see you at some point. I wish the best for you and your child.'

"My child?!" I yell. I crumbled the letter.

"My. Child." I whisper.

"Oh how I hope he and his mistress die in a plague." I laugh with so much anger.

"Alys Rivers." I spit.

I start walking with heavy footsteps. I feel as if there's pure venom in my veins. I push into my parents chambers, they're in bed.

"Woah, Rhane." Father begins, normally I would be repulsed at the sight unfolding behind these doors, but I am so angry all I see is red.

I toss the paper to my father as he reads every letter. Anger settles on his face as he passes it to Rhaenyra.

I place a hand on my hip and another on my protruding belly. I begin walking around.

"I want her dead." I say.

"I want both of them dead." Father speaks.

"I want any person with Hightower blood to suffer." Rhaenyra says.

"Excuse me." I say pointing at my belly.

"Except for her." How is she so certain that it's a her? She's been saying 'her' for months.

Jacaerys walks in. "What's all this commotion?" He asks and Rhaenyra passes him the letter.

"I want to kill him." He says. He comes over to me and gives me a hug.

"I think what hurt the most wasn't just him saying that he was forced to love me, it was that he wished the best for me and 'my' child. He doesn't even want to call it his. He might as well just name the babe a bastard." I feel a tear slip down my cheek.

There's a painful silence, and pitiful looks.

"Miss, the messenger left this by your chambers." One of the knights spoke up, handing me another note.

It's empty. He expects me to write him back.

"Excuse me." I leave to go to my rooms.

I grab a quill and ink and begin.

'I hate you. I don't wish the best for you, and I pray to the gods that your mistress suffers in baron so you may have no heirs. According to you this child is not yours, and I will grant you that much. This child is not yours. I wish to never see you again, in fact I might not because Jacaerys and Daemon are set on finding you and carving your remaining eye out. So you better run. The good days are done. I curse you.'

I feel a sharp pain in my stomach once I finish writing.

I set down everything and grab the letter, handing it to our letterman. I have one hand on my stomach whilst the other is gripping onto the stones within our walls. Stumbling as the pain climbs. Each step feels like a spoon is hollowing my stomach out.

I reach the Maesters quarters and push the door open. I probably look like a monster, I pulled my hair out of its braids and practically ripped the lace off of my arms due to the fact that I feel as if I'm melting.

"Somethings happening." I say, grabbing one of their hands.

"Come princess, we must take a look." They lead me to a bed.

In any other circumstance I would slap someone for looking under my dress, but right now I could care less, I just want this child out.

"What's happening?" I ask. They look at each other then one of them leaves to grab something.

"The babe is coming. Right now." He says. "Somebody go and grab the Queen and her husband." He says.

"Oh my gods." I wince, gripping the edge of the wooden handle.

"Here we go." He says, putting his hands under my dress.

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It's a girl. Vilenya. My perfect little angel. How I hope she grows up strong and independent. She'll be raised by the best, the toughest of soldiers. She's going to do wonders, I just know she will be one of the finest warriors of her time. My little dragon.

I stare down at her as she coo's I run my hand over her head, to my luck the Strong genes run 'strong'. Her hair is as thick and as dark as mine, though she doesn't have much on her head it is very clear that she is not blonde. However her eyes are a slight violet color. When her eyes close she looks like me, but once they open all I can see is her father.

One day she's going to walk past her father, and they won't even notice. In ten years time, I wish to be happy with Vilenya in a little run down, stone house on a cliff facing the ocean. Just us, no obnoxious family feud. She'll have both eyes, though they are his color, and wild dark curls running down her back, she'll be wearing the cutest dress you've ever seen. She'll come to meet me back at home with a basket of rolls we can eat with supper.

That's it.

"Hello love, how are you?" Mother asks. "What's wrong? You look like you're planning something." She laughs.

"I'm leaving. Once I am able to travel by sea with Vilenya we're leaving. To go build a home somewhere. Obviously somewhere close to family, but she needs a home, not a castle." I say, grabbing Rhaenyra's hand.

She looks disappointed but to my surprise she says, "Okay." - "I obviously don't like your decision because I just got you back, but I understand. I wish I could've raised you and the boys away from all of the silly family drama." She says, rubbing my hand with her thumb.

"I should be the one to tell your father. He'll just try and convince you not to go." She says as she stands.

"No matter who tells him he's going to try and convince me to stay." I told her.

"You are correct." She laughs.

"Get some rest my dear child, you have endured much on this eve." She kisses mine and Vilerya's heads before leaving and shutting the doors.

I begin daydreaming about mine and Vilerya's life in our little house while I dose to sleep. We're so happy. 

Authors Note - 

Okay, I'm so sorry, I've been so busy with work and school. You should see my room, I've had no time to clean it but I keep throwing clothes on the floor cause I only have a ten minute window between changing from school to work. Anyways I hope y'all enjoy, let me know if you see any spelling or grammatical errors I didn't have time to go over and read everything. Love you XOXO Belle.