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Aemma Targaryen's screams echoed throughout the halls of the red keep, outside of the birthing chamber was a nervous Viserys who paced up and down the halls. Aemma had gone into labour the second Daemon had entered the castle and chopped off the head of the Maester who was supposed to take care of her.
Viserys glanced at his brother who stood alongside their grandfather. "Why did you kill him?" his voice was hard even though his face was pale, and his eyes were full of worry "He was planning on poisoning Aemma why do you think her first pregnancy failed" Daemon snapped before looking towards his good sister's room.
Viserys seemed to pale even more as the words left his brother's mouth and a small thank you was heard. Jaehaerys, however, was silent his eyes glued to the door of his granddaughter the precious child was always calm and loving he hoped that she would live through this. It was Aemma's second pregnancy and for some reason, he knew he needed to be there.
The sky was pitch black the moon had long disappeared behind the dark clouds the only form of light were the candles and lightning. There was no rain and other than Aemma's scream the city was silent. Beside him, Daemon started praying fervently to Meleys and Tessarion soon Viserys joined him. As the two men prayed the Old king watched the room sending a silent prayer to Vhagar his grandsons had failed to realise that childbirth was a battle in itself.
That is when the strong cry of an infant was heard and the moon finally showed itself unknown to the three men on the Dragonmount one dragon, in particular, had felt the call of a rider and let out a roar at the same time the cry had sounded.
Finally, a midwife opened the door and let them in on the bed was Aemma holding a wrapped bundle with pale white hair "My lord husband this is your daughter" Viserys nervously took the child and stared down.
Bright purple eyes stared back at him the child was beautiful, and he smiled before letting his brother hold the child to Daemon's surprise the first thing the little one did was grab his hair and tug on it. The men yelped and handed the child to his grandfather who smiled "She is a valerian warrior and a true Targaryen what shall you name her"
Aemma and Viserys shared a look before her name was spoken "Visenyra" The old king nodded "Welcome to the world Visenyra Targaryen you will do great things"
