𝖗𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖗 𝕴 𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖞𝖊𝖓...
He was the second son of Virserys I and Alicent Hightower. Even though being his father's son, Rhaegar was very much like his uncle Daemon. Persistent, superiorities and never gave a shit about others. Unless...
THE window, standing high behind Rhaenyra, framed her like a portrait against the backdrop of the room.
The sunlight pouring in through the glass illuminated her in a sad, soft, warm glow, the colors of her dress and hair standing out, frizzy, starkly against the stone walls.
Rhaenyra's movements were slow and deliberate as she wrapped her stillborn daughter in a small white cloth.
There was a sense of heavy finality in the air, a finality that was matched by Rhaenyra's deathly silence.
The only sound in the room was the occasional sniffle and stifled sob that escaped her lips, a painful reminder of the grief and loss she was feeling.
Rhaegar approached Rhaenyra slowly and cautiously, as if not to startle her.
He could see the pain and grief etched on her face, her body still trembling with the after-effects of labor.
He wanted to say something, to offer some comfort or solace, but he knew that words would not suffice in this moment.
So he just stood beside her, his presence a silent source of support and understanding.
Tears continued to stream down the princess's face as she stared at the wrapped baby over the alter stone.
She was completely silent, her eyes fixed on the small bundle of cloth.
At that moment, Rhaegar stepped closer and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, a gesture of comfort and support.
He then leaned down and kissed her head lightly. That gesture broke the silver-haired woman and she wept.
Rhaenyra's sobs escalated suddenly, her pain and grief finally finding a voice.
Her yells echoed loudly in the room, piercing through the air and breaking the Star prince's heart.
He held her more tightly, feeling helpless in the face of her suffering. He wished there was something he could do, anything to take away her pain, but he knew that this was a burden she had to bear on her own.
"She was beautiful, Rhaenyra." Rhaegar whispered in Valyrian. His voice was soft and pleasant to the princesses ears.
Her tears trained down her face as her half-brother consoled her pain.
"She was the monster of my grief." Rhaenyra confessed with hard voice. She her embrace tighten over Rhaegar's back.
The prince remained silent. He did not know how to respond at the moment, he didn't think the words that would slip from his lips would be of comfort or help.
