Once they returned to the Red Keep, Rhaenyra felt a pain in her pregnant belly and placed her hand to find the location of the pain.
Her babe.
It's coming!
"Maester! Help!" Rhaenyra cried out as Harwin held his wife's arm around his shoulders, helping her stay on her feet until they got some assistance for Rhaenyra.
The Black Queen groaned as the Queensguard brought out a black sedan chair, and Harwin and Ser Erryk helped lower their Queen into the seat. Once she was seated, the chair rose with the guards as they took the Targaryen dragoness to her bed chambers.
Groaning and panting heavily with sweat dripping down her face, Rhaenyra pushed and pushed. She had gone into labour at the coronation, and Rhaenys and Baela's destruction of the Dragonpits had forced the Queen into a premature birth.
In the small council chambers, Harwin stood with Ser Erryk, Lyman Beesbury and Jace, discussing plans for war with Daemon's allies, the Reds.
"It appears your brother and Tyland Lannister have escaped in the destruction of the Dragonpits." Lyman Beesbury mentioned. "And he might have started the fire of Harrenhal, which took your father."
Harwin held back tears. He never imagined his little brother, the one he had protected and defended his whole life, would betray him, even attempt to kill him and successfully kill their father, and for what?
"I don't believe Larys would do something like that," Harwin stated, wanting to believe his little brother was innocent of such acts.
"With Tyland gone and Jason rejected by the Queen, the Reds have financial support and a good army from the Lannisters. Lady Redwyne still remembers the Queen's comment about her serving the realm and refuses to swear allegiance, and with Otto Hightower's death, we've lost House Hightower and their allies to the Reds."
A messenger burst into the room, bearing the Baratheon seal. "My lords! I bring news from the Stormlands!"
"Well? Out with it, boy." Beesbury ordered in a harsh tone.
"An hour ago, some knights discovered the bodies of Prince Lucerys Velaryon and his dragon, Arrax. They're on their way to the Red Keep as we speak."
"What happened?" Harwin asked, his hands gripping a nearby chair tightly. His second son was dead.
The messenger gulped. He knew Harwin's nickname as Breakbones and was terrified the Strong Knight would break his bones. "H-he arrived at Storm's End, but my lord didn't wish to house a fight between Prince Lucerys and Prince Aemond. They took their dragons to the sky, and, well, Prince Lucerys was dead."
The messenger dropped to the floor, trembling and beginning to cry, when Septa Guineveer arrived and curtseyed briefly before speaking.
"Ser Harwin, Prince Jacaerys, my lords. The Queen has lost the babe."
Jace asked, "What was the babe?"
"A girl, my Prince."
Upon hearing this, Harwin threw the chair across the room, yelling and shouting for his deceased son and infant daughter.
"Let us leave Ser Harwin to mourn his child, my lords. We shall continue once my mother is capable of walking." Jace said, ushering the lords present out the door and offering a sad smile and brief nod at his biological father before closing the door behind him.
Harwin stared at the door-His mother, father, son, and now his daughter were dead.
His father-was burned alive by his son.
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The Green Flame
FanfictionViserys Targaryen has a dilemma. He must take a second wife to have sons. And his brother refuses to bed his wife. When Otto Hightower and Corlys Velaryon set their daughters to be the new Queen, Viserys sees the solution to his problems. But hi...
