Avenging Flames | Jon Snow

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As the days turned into weeks, Daenerys found herself immersed in the unfamiliar culture of the Dothraki people. At first, everything seemed foreign and overwhelming to her. The language, the customs, the clothing, all of it was completely different from anything she had ever experienced in her life.

But she was determined to adapt and learn, to become a true part of this new world she had found herself in. So she began to observe the Dothraki closely, watching how they interacted with each other and how they went about their daily lives. Slowly but surely, Daenerys began to understand the ways of the Dothraki.

As the days wore on, it became clear that something was seriously wrong with Daenerys' sister. It wasn't long before they realized that the food they were given was simply not nourishing enough to sustain her and the baby. Daenerys watched helplessly as her sister grew weaker and more frail, her once vibrant spirit dimming with each passing day.

Rhaena lay in bed, her body drenched in sweat and writhing in pain. Her features twisted in agony as she struggled to endure the discomfort that had seized her. Just then, Daenerys entered the tent, her younger sister's presence providing a sliver of relief.

As Daenerys approached, Rhaena looked up at her, her hand outstretched in a silent plea for help. Daenerys took her sister's hand and assisted her in sitting up on the bed, her touch gentle and comforting. "Are you alright?" she inquired softly, her concern evident in her voice.

Rhaena forced a weak smile and replied, "Yes, don't worry. The baby is just restless." Despite her attempt at reassurance, her cheeks were flushed with an unhealthy red hue, and her breathing was laboured.

Curiosity evident on her face, Rhaena asked her sister, "What brings you here, my dear?" Although her voice was tinged with pain, she tried her best to conceal her discomfort.

Daenerys swallowed nervously before admitting in a quiet voice, "I think I'm pregnant." As she watched her sister's expression shift from surprise to joy, Rhaena suddenly doubled over in pain, the agony intensifying.

Concern etched on her face, Daenerys quickly moved to Rhaena's side, placing a hand on her sister's back. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" she asked, worry lacing her voice.

Rhaena grimaced as another wave of pain hit her. "It's nothing," she managed to say through gritted teeth. "Just a little cramp." But Daenerys could see the beads of sweat forming on her sister's forehead, and the way she was breathing in short gasps made it clear that it was more than just a small discomfort.

Without a moment of hesitation, Daenerys sprang into action. She emerged from the tent, urgently calling for assistance to aid her sister in labor. Despite only being six months pregnant, Rhaena was already struggling to maintain consciousness, her breaths growing increasingly shallow. Daenerys knew that time was of the essence - the child needed to be born immediately.

As Daenerys returned to the tent, she found Rhaena in excruciating pain. Her contractions were coming fast and furious, wracking her body with agony. Rhaena desperately clung to her sister's hand, seeking comfort and strength in her presence. The midwife worked frantically to ease Rhaena's pain and guide her through the birthing process.

Rhaena pushed with all her might, summoning every ounce of strength within her. As the baby slowly made its way into the world, Rhaena could feel the pressure building with each contraction. Despite the immense pain, she gritted her teeth and continued to push. The midwife coached her through each breath, urging her to persevere.

Daenerys looked on in anguish as her sister endured the intense pain of childbirth. And then, finally, after what felt like an eternity, the baby's head emerged. Rhaena let out a cry of relief - but her relief was short-lived. The midwife worked to guide the rest of the baby's body into the world, but the newborn remained eerily still, making no sounds or movements.

"Let me see him !" Rhaena cried, her voice filled with panic. "Please!". The midwife hesitated for a moment, glancing towards Daenerys before turning back to Rhaena. Finally, the tiny body was gently wrapped in a swaddling cloth and placed in Rhaena's arms. Tears streamed down her face as she held her son for the first and last time. Rhaena's heart shattered as she realized that the little life that had been growing inside of her, the life she had longed to hold and love, would never take a breath or see the light of day

Daenerys stood by her sister's side, holding her hand tightly as Rhaena wept for her lost child. The two sisters shared a bond that went beyond words, and Daenerys felt her own heart breaking as she watched Rhaena grieve.

"I'm so sorry," Daenerys whispered, her voice choked with emotion.  She wanted to say more, wanted to console her sister in any way possible, but couldn't bring herself to do so. How could she possibly explain her own feelings right now, when she barely even understood them herself? She bent down and took her sister in her arms, hugging her tightly.

After a while, Rhaena lifted her head from where it had rested upon Daenerys' shoulder and gave her a wan smile, wiping the tears away from her eyes "prepare the funeral pyres" she told Daenerys.

Daenerys nodded silently, her heart heavy with grief. She knew that Rhaena was right. The dead must be honored, and their bodies returned to the fire. Daenerys rose from the bed, gently disentangling herself from Rhaena's arms, and began to make preparations for the funeral pyres.

As she moved about the room, gathering materials and giving orders to the servants who had come to assist her, Daenerys felt a deep sense of sadness settle over her.

The funeral pyre had been meticulously built, the wood dry and the kindling carefully arranged. The sisters stood together, their faces solemn as they watched the flames slowly consume the small shrouded figure before them. Daenerys' heart was heavy with grief, yet she knew that this was the way of her people.

Meanwhile, Viserys kept his distance from his sisters, his face betraying no emotion. He had not spoken a word to Rhaena, and it was unclear whether his detachment was born of grief or something else entirely.

The other members of the Dothraki tribe stood silently by, watching with reverence and respect as the flames continued to burn. Khal Drogo, with his imposing presence, and Ser Jorah Mormont, with his unwavering loyalty, were among those present.

Rhaena stood before the roaring flames, her palms clammy and her heart racing. She held in her hands the precious dragon egg that she was given a few days ago. Her sister, standing at her side, gave her a reassuring nod, silently urging her forward.

With a deep breath, Rhaena summoned all her courage and took a step forward into the blazing inferno. A hushed gasp swept through the crowd that had gathered around her, their eyes wide with disbelief at what they were witnessing. They watched in awe as the young woman disappeared into the flames, her figure swallowed up by the inferno.

As the crackling of the fire grew louder, the onlookers fell silent, their faces etched with concern for the fate of the brave soul who had ventured into the flames. Even Daenerys, who had devised the plan that led Rhaena to this perilous moment, was unsure if it would work.

A single tear rolled down Daenerys' cheek as she watched, hoping and praying that her sister would emerge unscathed from the flames. For what felt like an eternity, there was nothing but silence, broken only by the crackling of the fire.

But then, as if by magic, Rhaena emerged from the inferno, her figure unscathed, her face calm and serene. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, and Daenerys let out a relieved sigh.

As Rhaena stepped out of the flames, the onlookers were stunned to see that not only was she unharmed, but the dragon egg in her hands had hatched. The shell had split open, revealing a small but fierce dragon, its scales gleaming in the light of the fire.

The crowd's gasps of disbelief turned to awe and wonder as the dragon unfurled its wings and let out a mighty roar. Daenerys could hardly believe her eyes as she watched the scene unfold before her.

As Daenerys drew closer to her sister, the crowds parted like the Red Sea before her. Allowing her passage, Daenerys approached her sister and embraced her fiercely, her tears falling onto Rhaena's hair. "It worked" Daenerys said as she released her sister from her tight embrace.

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