Sober / Daemon Targaryen

19. Hello Baby

"Push!"

"She fucking knows. You dont have to keep telling her. She is pushing!" Aislynn shouted back.

The wet nurses and handmaidens stared back at her. Aislynn promptly gave them her middle finger.

"Another-"

"She fucking knows!" Aislynn shouted. "Ali sweetie you are doing great. I dont think I want children anymore. They are so cute but this experience is painful for me to watch. I cant imagine what you are feeling."

"Like im shoving a human from a pin hole." Alicent rasped through another push. "And that pin hole happens to be in my damn body!"

"Ow... yeah. Double ow." Aislynn agreed as she hugged Alicent from behind.

"Thanks Lynnie for your encouragement." Alicent hissed.

"Doing great. Super woman you are!" Aislynn declared.

"Well done your grace."

They listened as the baby screamed out. Alicent gasped out heaving breaths as they cut the umbilical cord and swaddled up the babe.

ALicent had a little girl and Aislynn smiled down at her as they placed her in Aislynns arms.

"How does this come out of a cock sized hole?" Aislynn pondered. "Its witch craft. No other explanation."

"Lynnie."

"Well done. Another cutie just like you but with this awful silver hair." Aislynn remarked kissing Alicents sweat damped face.

"Its not so bad." Alicent countered.

"Time will tell I suppose." Aislynn countered. "Daemon is handsome. Viserys is viserys. And well you know Rhaenyra."

"I dont think the hair has to do with their attitude." Alicent corrected.

"It doesnt help. They think themselves so special because everytime they look in the mirror they see their old man hair shining back at them. It gave them over inflated egos and-"

"They are royalty."

"So are you." Aislynn corrected. "And me and the boys are royal by proxy." She offered.

"I hope your mystery man treats you like a queen." Alicent declared

"He better or Tommy is going to give him hell."

"You gonna tell me yet?" Alicent pondered. 

"You just had a baby." Aislynn corrected. "Rest. Dont worry about men and their cocks to which I hope to be pummeled into me."

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'...the wall Blackhaven are unscalable vassalstone. And the castle is surrounded by a deep, dry moat. It is well fortified against any future Dornish incursions.' Beric Dondarrion began. Rhaenyra sat bored as she was to choose from suitors. The line was endless and the options were still awful. 'And though my seat may be lesser in size, it is situated most pleasingly.' He went on cleaing his throat he moved to pour himself a glass of wine. 'The view across the Marches is inspiring, so said Queen Alysanne herself when she honored my father and I...'

'And tell me, Lord Dondarrion,' Rhaenyra spoke up. 'did you think my great-grandmother as beautiful as they say?'

'This was half a century ago, Princess.'

'Yes, it was.' She agreed and the crowd of spectators laughed in agreement.

'That was unseemly, Princess.' Criston whispered.

'The man is older than my father. It's unseemly for him to put himself forward as a contender for my hand.' Rhaenyra corrected her guard. 'Next!' she demanded. 'And now a child.' Rhaenyra shook her head, this was useless.

'The Black woods are an ancient house with a formidable army.' Boremund Baratheon began. He stared up at her hopefully. 'In the River lands, they once ruled as kings. The blood of the First Men still flows in their veins.'

'Go on.'

'My Princess... ours is a bond that has long endured, since Lucas Black wood, the grand sire of my grand sire, aided the Dragon in his war of conquest...' Boremund reminded her.

'Aye, the Black woods truly turned the tide on that one.' One of the men in the crowd shouted and Boremunds confidence flickered as the crowd laughed again

'Coursed with the blood of the First Men, our history is deeply rooted in this land, which your house has made its home. If chosen as your match, Princess... your days shall be easy and nights safe under my protection.' Boremund went on.

"Protection"?' the man spoke up again. 'The Princess has a dragon, you dumb cunt.'

'Bracken!' he was scolded but he kept on laughing

'I could learn to like that one.' Rhaenyra remarked. 'Ugh, let us have the next so we may go to supper.'

'Craven.'

'Ooh!' the crowd declared as Bracken and Boremund faced off.

'We're leaving.' Criston told Rhaenyra leading her away.

'Sheathe that steel, you twats!'

'Send word to the harbor and have Captain Oswin ready the ship.' Rhaenyra said as they walked.

'Princess, we're due in Bitter bridge in three days' time.' Criston corrected.

Rhaenyra was glad to have some bonding time with Criston he was certainly handsome, charming, protective but she was done with the tour.

'I would happily row myself back to King's Landing if it brought an end to this ridiculous pageant.' Rhaenyra told him. Bracken grunted, falling to the ground, the child Boremund had taken him down.

'Don't look, Princess.' Criston instructed leading her outside.

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"Perfect, she is perfect." Aislynn declared. "Don't you think Aegon!" Aegon looked from Helaena to Aislynn. Then shrugged. "Right, well shes little now." Aislynn agreed. "When she gets bigger you two can be the best of friends."

"Amoret!" Aislynn spun around.

"Hey Ali, oh, look at the baby." Arthur declared. "Hello baby!" Alicent chuckled meeting her brothers gaze. 

"Yeah, I know who the favorite is." Alicent assured. 

"It's only because we cause trouble together." Aislynn offered. "Doesnt ALi make the cutest babies though! What an unfortunate husband though but they clearly get our hightower genes."