『 : ̗̀➛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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"My prince, the King, and the Queen are here to see the princess and the babe," the servant announced, interrupting Daemon's thoughts. Daemon nodded, his weariness temporarily forgotten as he prepared to face his brother.
"Brother!" grinned Viserys, opening his arms almost as if expecting Daemon to hug him.
Of course, Demon remained seated, holding his son.
"Dany..." gasped Aemma as she noticed her cousin passed out in bed, pale-faced. Aemma sat down on the edge of the bed and put a hand on Daenerys cold cheek.
She murmured something but remained unconscious.
"So?" asked Viserys excitedly, completely ignoring his sister's state. He gestured to the baby.
"Rhaegon," whispered Daemon, looking down at his small boy.
Viserys patted his brother's shoulder proudly. "What a strong name for another strong boy."
Daemon didn't answer, he couldn't bring himself to say out loud that his son barely made it through the night. Instead, he simply nodded and tried to hide the worry in his eyes.
Aemma genteelly caressed her friend's cheek. "Oh, Dany..."
"Mh..?" murmured Daenerys, her eyes staying closed.
"It's me, dear. Its Aemma."
"Aemmy...?" Her voice trailed off weakly, barely audible. It was so fragile and soft, as if it could shatter at any moment. Aemma's heart ached at the sight of her friend, so vulnerable and frail. She held Daenerys's hand gently, hoping to provide some comfort.
"Sh sh... it's alright..."
"Which one is that sixth, fifth?" Viserys asked Daemon.
"Fifth," replayed Daemon shortly, scolding his older brother.
"Right, right... the twins and Baelor and that little girl..." Viserys trailed off nervously.
"Visenya!" scoffed Daemon.
"Visenya, yeah, I knew that," Viserys stammered, trying to cover up his forgetfulness. He shifted uncomfortably.
"Aemmy..." whispered Daenerys again.
She squeezed Daenerys's hand tighter, trying to offer reassurance. "I am here," she told her softly, smiling kindly as the princess opened her eyes. Daenerys tried to smile back through the pain, but it came out as a grimace. The Queen chuckled and fluffed her cousin's hair. "You did amazing, Daenerys."
Daenerys managed a weak chuckle and winced as she shifted in the bed. "Thank you, cousin," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Daemon looked away from Viserys, who kept talking, and focused his attention on Daenerys. He could see the exhaustion in her eyes. "Let her sleep, Aemma," he said to his cousin. Daemon gently placed a hand on Daenerys' forehead, feeling the warmth radiating from her. "She needs rest to recover," he added softly, concern evident in his voice.
