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Chapter two 𓃦 Snow falls.
In the late and harsh winter of the same year, the screams of Lady Gilliane Glover filled Winterfell's Keep. Screams like she was a lamb taken to slaughter would haunt Daenys for the rest of her life. With the hopes that the labour would be as smooth as it was with Cregan, Gilliane wished to have Daenys present in the chambers, to be able to see how it will go once she is with child. All in good hopes, of course, as Gilliane was now the only mother figure left for the young princess. But plans never go the way people want them to go.
The Maesters recognized the babe was placed horizontally in the Lady's belly and not vertically as it was supposed to be, meaning the babe's shoulders would be first to come out. How they would deal with it – they had no idea. Daenys held her arms under Lady Gilliane's armpits, helping her walk around the chambers to ease the pain. All without any succession as her screams only grew louder with each step she took. Her fingers gripped the sleeve of Daenys' dress, muttering through the pain, "I am so sorry, sweet girl – I did not know this would happen."
"It is not your fault, my lady," Daenys breathed out as Gilliane leaned on her arm for support again as the chambers continued in chaos, "please do not apologize. Everything will be fine."
"No," Gilliane sucked in a short-hitched breath, head shaking left to right, "it will not be."
"My lady, do not speak such things," the princess replied, her hand on the lady's lower back once Gilliane leaned against the wall with both hands, crimson red blood dripping down her legs, "I am sure the Seven will grant you this child. You shall see – in the mor you will hold a healthy babe in your arms."
Gilliane shook her head, eyes shut close, teeth gritting as she let out a groan of pain, "oh, sweet girl."
"My lady," Maester Kennet approached them, voice lingering with obvious concern, "we must get you to bed. We need to start this."
Gilliane sucked in another shaky breath, tears falling down her cheeks in the same manner as blood started to puddle under her bare feet. She pulled herself away from the wall, Daenys quickly placing her arms around her again, helping her waddle to the bed where the ladies in waiting were already waiting. Once they reached the side of the bed, Daenys was pushed back, the ladies already working on the crying lady of Winterfell. Maester Kennet approached the shaky girl whose fingers fidget, "my princess. I do advise you to leave the chambers. Seek your lord husband."
Daenys looked up at the man with wide eyes, "but the lady-"
"There is nothing you can do now," he interrupted her, "but I am sure Cregan would appreciate your presence."
The girl nodded her head. She glanced through the crowd by the bedside and to lady Gilliane whose eyes were shut close when another shock of wave passed through her body, lips falling open in a scream. The blood was sticking to her thighs, to the sheets, to the hands of the women that tried to clean it off. Daenys torn her gaze from the sight and got out of the chambers. She leaned backwards against the doors, letting out a shaky breath before she found herself running down the hallways and to the Godswood where she knew Cregan was.
