『 : ̗̀➛Two parts of a whole, destined to find their second half, and when the sun finally sets on them, the last ember of hope glows in their eyes. ☄. *. ⋆ 』
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"Princess, the Queen is here to meet you." Bowed the maid.
It was a nice day. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the room. The gentle breeze carried the scent of blooming flowers, adding to the peaceful ambiance. But it made her feel all the more awful.
"Well, let her in," said Daenerys, trying to sit up. She winced in pain as she struggled to find a comfortable position. The weight of her growing belly made every movement a challenge, but she couldn't let that stop her from meeting Aemma.
The maid bowed and rushed to send the Queen in.
"Danny, dear," Aemma said, rushing into the room. Her eyes filled with concern as she took in Daenerys' weakened state. Aemma's presence brought a sense of comfort, and she smiled faintly. "Oh, you poor soul," whispered the Queen as she rushed her cousin to lay back down. Daenerys gratefully sank back onto the pillows, relieved to have Aemma by her side.
"Aemmy..." she whispered weakly, her voice barely audible.
Aemma leaned in closer, her expression filled with worry. "I'm here, Dany," she reassured softly, gently brushing a strand of hair away from Daenerys' face. "Rest now, and let me take care of you."
"I just want this to be over..." Daenerys sighed, her eyes filled with exhaustion. "I can't bear the pain anymore," she added, her voice trembling. Aemma nodded understandingly, her heart aching for her cousin.
"I know exactly how you feel." Aemma whispered, her voice filled with empathy. "But remember, you are strong, and you will get through."
"How can you ever put up with such pain?" Daenerys asked, her voice filled with desperation. "I can't imagine enduring it any longer."
Aemma took a deep breath, her eyes reflecting a mixture of compassion and determination. "It's not easy," she admitted, "but lately I think of the words my poor late mother Daella left behind me in a letter. Childbirth is our battlefield."
"But it never was so hard before... Sure, there was discomfort, but this..." Daenerys trailed off, her voice trembling with uncertainty. Aemma nodded understandingly, her hand reaching out to gently grasp Daenerys' trembling fingers.
"I know," she whispered softly. "But babies are different. You cannot possibly expect to get the same experience every time." Daenerys sighed. "Besides, it would be unfair for us, who always suffer," joked the Queen, trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere.
It actually made Daeneyrs crack a small laugh. Aemma smiled, relieved to see a glimmer of joy in Daenerys' eyes. "Do not worry, you will hold your babe in no time."
