An alternative universe for The House of the Dragon
How the existence of Rhaenyra's younger sister can change the course of history, the youngest daughter of King Viserys Targaryen and the Queen Aemma Arryn.
To cover the heir to the throne's transgr...
Summary: As the tradition dictates, a dragon egg is to be put in the crib of a newborn Targaryen
Pairings: main Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader
Warnings: cursing, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs, a birth! yeih!, inaccurate descriptions of birthing (haven't had the pleasure of experienced it myself), Brestfeeding
+18, minors DNI
Notes: Sorry Rhenyra, for pushing you under the bus like that, 😂 I needed a scapegoat, but anyways, let's leave the boy's drama behind us because the mean stepmother is coming for us! 😂
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"Push, your grace!", you screamed as you did, pushing with all your strength
"Fuck!" you cursed, "Shit! Fuck! I hate you all!"
"That is normal your grace", said the midwife with a calming smile, you gathered that she was used to it, being curse as women gave birth
"I can see the head! Keep pushing your grace!", you felt an excruciating pain, like you had never felt before, but you did, with one last push, and a blinding pain, you managed to spell the babe from your body. For a couple of tortuous seconds there was a deadly silence, and then... a loud cry
"It's a boy!" she chanted, and you laughed with happiness, feeling an instant relief from your aching body
"Is he alright?" you managed to ask, "is he healthy?"
"He is strong your grace", giggled the midwife, "Strong as a horse", and you had to wait a couple more minutes for them to clean him, before they handed it to you, and she placed him in your chest, your crying babe, kicking and crying
"Let me see", Harwin was over you in a second. He was crying happily. He had dark hair, just like his father, his little red face frowned in crying, "He is perfect", he cried, caressing his little head, "look at him"
"Our son", you muttered. But your happiness lasted very short seconds, because again you felt a crippling and blinding pain
"Oh something else wants to come out of me", you cried, in desperation. Harwin grabbed your son and took it from your chest as the Midwife grabbed your hand
"It's the afterbirth sweet princess", said the midwife as she stroked your sweat covered hairline
"I don't think it is", you cried
"Gods Be good!" called the Maester, after checking, "I think it's another child"
"What?" you cried in desperation, "I can't go through that again"
"Yes you can, your grace, you are halfway there now!"
"What is going on?", asked Harwin, coming back, kneeled right beside you
