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114 AC
"I can't believe it," Daenara whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of anxiety and disbelief. Her delicate features were etched with worry, and she paced back and forth, her white shift billowing around her legs.
Julius, her loving husband, moved towards her with determined steps, his expression filled with compassion and reassurance. His strong arm enveloped her trembling form, offering a sense of security. With gentle guidance, his other hand clasped hers, interlocking their fingers in a comforting embrace.
Together, they retreated to the sanctuary of their bedchamber, the air heavy with anticipation. The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows on the walls, creating an intimate atmosphere. Daenara's rapid breaths echoed in the room, while beads of sweat dotted her brow and trickled down her face.
Julius approached her with tenderness, a damp cloth in his hand. Its cool touch provided relief as he pressed it against her forehead, his gaze fixed upon her with unwavering support. "What's the matter, sweetheart?" he spoke softly, his voice a soothing balm. "We have prepared the best midwives in the Reach, a knowledgeable maester, a wet nurse, and a nursemaid already here. There is little for you to fear."
Daenara's tear-filled eyes met his, searching for solace amidst the storm of emotions. She hesitated, her voice trembling as she found the words. "Aemma," she whispered, her voice filled with a hint of sorrow and longing. "There is nothing to compare. She had been too young at the time of her bedding, and the king desired a son above all else. But I will be content with whatever child we are blessed with, be it a son or a daughter."
A warm smile adorned Julius' lips, his words flowing forth with heartfelt sincerity. "Seven hells," he murmured, his tone light and affectionate. "I have plenty of cousins, my love. I am in no need of an heir." As he spoke, he tightened his grip on her hand, a gesture of unwavering devotion. "Daenara, Daenara, Daenara... It is my favorite word in bed, and it shall be the name I tell the maester if he requests I choose."
Daenara's gaze locked with his, searching for the truth in his eyes. She knew that in the pursuit of lineage, some men would prioritize their unborn children over their wife's well-being. But in Julius, she found solace and the certainty that their love would prevail. With a whisper barely audible, she surrendered her fears. "Let them in, Julius."
Moved by his love for her, Julius rushed to the chamber doors, throwing them open to reveal a flurry of activity. Maesters and midwives flooded in, their presence a testament to the preparations made. Returning to Daenara's side, he gently grasped her hand, their entwined fingers speaking volumes of his unwavering support amidst the uncertainty of the birthing bed.
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