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and she embraced the chaos as it painted her life with purpose - JH Hard
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The Red Keep was no stranger to screams. From the viscous, bloodcurdling ones from dragons who lived down in the underbelly of the Keep to the screams of Princess Rhaneyra who was currently going through one of the ways wives serve their Kingdoms from the birthing bed. In the year 114 AC the screams of Rhaneyra 'The Realms Delight' were heard throughout the halls, they rang in the air above everyone's heads but yet the sounds did not startle any of the maids or maesters.
What did scare them was the thought that the babe would not come. A panic spread from each person in the room, sweeping Rhaenyra along with them as she struggled and laboured relentlessly on sweat ridden linen. Her husband couldn't even stand by her side without almost fainting.
"Princess." The maids' voice was quiet, almost pleading in a most unmaidly way. "Princess, I need to move the baby."
"Absolutely not." She screams, pushing through another contraction.
"It's the only way, your majesty." Another maid pipes in and Rhaneyra looks at them through her strands of hair that have fallen in front of her eyes.
She takes a deep breath in through her nose before asking, "How do you know it will work?"
"I've done it many times before, Princess, at the Citadel. The babes always come out nice and healthy I assure you."
She debates it. Her face wrinkled at the thought of how the maid could possibly move the baby inside her stomach. But she wanted this baby out of her as fast as possible. "Only if it's the best option."
"It is, Princess. I would never do anything to harm you."
Rhaenyra nods and lets the maid place her cold hands on her warm belly. When the maid starts to push Rhaenyra's belly this way and that, she lets out another bloodcurdling scream. It feels as though the babe will pop out of her stomach as the maid pushes and pulls on different angles of her stomach. She feels as though she may pass out as a different maid places a cool cloth on her forehead.
"The babe should be at the right angle now, Princess. I would start pushing."
Rhaenyra nods once more and her face twists into one of pain as she feels the need to push. Screams make their way out of her mouth and she wants to be anywhere but here right now. She starts to cry, thinking this will never end and mumbles out a 'I can't. I can't do this' that the maid who was previously pushing on her stomach caught.
"Yes you can, Princess. You're a dragon, be a dragon."
Rhaenyra will never forget the maid's red stained hands as she pulled the babe from Rhaenyras body. She will never forget the babe either, kicking and squirming with its lungs screaming bloody murder. One of the maid's even remarked she's never heard a set of lungs that loud.
