Burn for each other

Prologue: Birth of Visenya Targaryen

Rhaenyra Targaryen caressed her swollen tummy as she sat with a book in her lap admiring the gardens as Spring had arrived at King's landing. The blossoms bloomed, the birds squawked, and the sun rose high up above the clouds

Reading steadily, the princess felt a small kick from her lower side. Rhaenyra placed her palm to where her baby girl had fluttered. Every so often, she would feel flutters and kicks jolt from her daughter, making her heart warm with love and joy.

Rhaenyra was so sure that her baby was going to be a girl, she desired to have her little Visenya running around her feet, with wavy locks of white hair inherited from her Targaryen blood as well her mother's purest eyes

Lilac as the flowers grew around Red Keep.

She always loved the name Visenya as she wanted to honour her ancestors. To show how powerful the Targaryen family was and was going to remain.

But the highlight of her joy as well as her future unborn daughter, was her son, Jacaerys Velaryon.
The little dark-haired boy ran around with toy swords wanting to train every few seconds to protect his mother and unborn sister.

His so-called father Laenor Velaryon nowhere to be seen, an arrangement marriage set up by her father, only here when the finest wines arrive or a new boy toy to entertain with.

Perhaps both

The boy's real father Sir Harwin Strong gave Rhaenyra the comfort she needed most.

A friend to be with at night under the covers, giving her the heir, she needed and loved. But when Daemon came along again, she couldn't help it, he gave her the taste of adventure she needed a bit of wild fun.

Their love is solely denied by one another. An abandonment now rushed off to be with Laena Velaryon married her and chose to be with her instead.

But Rhaenyra was happy, she was going to have her little girl soon, as well as her one-year-old Jacaerys running rings around his mother. The age gap between the two siblings so close in age

She hoped her little girl was going to be blessed with beauty and kindness. The kindness that had claimed her brother and contains the charm of her father.

Suddenly a hard kick awoke her from her fantasies. Tenderly she soothed her lower swollen abdomen to where the pain still stood. Her hands rubbed small circles to ease the little dragon that lay inside of her.

"Shh, why you are kicking so hard, little dragon?" Rhaenyra soothed as she stroked her hard bump, hoping the pain would ease off

When it suddenly happened again and frequently, it caused Rhaenyra to drop her book.
Holding her stomach dearly, a pop made it known and a slow treacle of water dripped down her dress

"Ok, let's not panic" Rhaenyra reminded her bump. Gently standing with a tight grip on the chair when the pain kicked in and hard.
Causing her to stumble onto the floor with a hand protectively on her abdomen

"Ah" Rhaenrya grunted as the pain struck her

"Princess " Rhaenyra's ladies-in-waiting rushed over, helping the princess off the floor and manoeuvred her arms around their shoulders.

Witnesses stood and whispered to their wives and husbands as to what was happening as the ladies in waiting whisked the Princess away to her chambers.
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The princess stripped down to her shift and the pain emerged again. She paced around the room, her hands cradling her hard bump. The baby still kicking up a fire, waiting to burst.

Soon it was time for her princess to make an entrance 

"Oh fuck" Rhaenyra gritted her teeth as she laid on the floor. The sweat pooled from her head as her thin white strands of hair stuck to her