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~ Loud yells echoed and bounced of the walls of the red keep coming from the royal chambers.
The princess Rheanyra of House Targaryen has begun her labors once more. Only 2 years prior she had her first born son and heir, Jacaerys Velaryon. And now she has once again been blessed by the gods with another babe.
The maesters and midwives rushed the the princess' quarters where any one could hear her screams of labor already. Outside stood the princess' sworn sword Ser Harwin who opened the door to allow them to enter the royal chambers chose that moment to peek inside to find the princess with her maids, lying on her bed already pale and drenched with sweat, breathing heavily. "What the fuck took you so long." The princess swore wincing as she sat up with the help from her maids who did everything in their power to give her comfort, as she winced from the harsh movement and loud bang of the closeing door.
"Apologies your grace we came as soon as we had been informed" The maester explained bowing for the princess before motioning his help to prepare the princess' bed for the birth.
An hour after they'd arrived the princess had begun pushing to deliver her babe. The birth had been a hard and vigorous one; with the princess having shrieked to the seven hells. Princess Rhaenyra pushed for nearly 6 hours nearing sunset; before she had given birth to her first babe in two years; a young princess. But to everyone's surprise her labors did not end. The princess went on to have another babe only an hour later. This time a young princeling.
"Let me see them" Rhaenyra asked the measters exhausted by the difficult painful birth she'd gone through, yet still desperate to hold her children. Slowly one of her maids passed over her first babe born wrapped in the typical red and black Targaryen color slik's. A princess. A beautiful baby girl with light specks of the typical Targaryen silver and bright blueish purple eyes. A perfect mix of her mother and father. Rhaenyra took her daughter smiling down at the small babe.
She could not believe it. She could not process how something so beautiful and fragile could be born by her. Rhaenyra had lived an eventful life she's committed her own multitude of sins, and yet she's been gifted by the gods with such love she cannot understand. The princess has many regrets in her life but this, her children will never be one of them in her eyes.
She is a Targaryen. There is not one thing closer to the gods then them. How can this be considered a sin. How? All the gods have ever done is bless her with her beautiful children. No, the princess thought, she refuses to believe that this is against the gods will. Her children are happy and healthy she could not ask for more. As she takes her son from the midwife in her other arm; she held a beautiful dark eyed boy with only a couple hairs on his head, but still enough to indicate to Rhaenerya that he, like his brother would have a beautiful head of dark hair. The princess kissed her sons head before covering his head once again. As She held both her children together and she could not remember a time where she was this happy.
