Tw:
- This chapter isn't that bad, But i do wish
to point out that its a birth chapter, So fair warning on that. Also the second baby will seem to be a stillborn but it just wasn't crying when born, But im putting a warning cause Alicent is convinced her baby is dead. -
Aegon had gone quickly.
The birth had lasted less than an hour - Forty minutes at most - Alicent had told this to many. She doesn't know why she spoke of her first son's birth so much.
Pride, maybe?
She was finally a mother and she felt the need to brag about her child - and the best part was it was a son, The one thing the king had always wanted.
Was it selfish that she felt a weight lifted off her shoulders when she heard Aegon was a boy?
She wouldn't suffer the same cruel destiny as Aemma, who wasted her life trying to produce a son for the king. Even though the gods had blessed her, it wouldn't be enough as her son would never ascend to the throne.
Rhaenyra was the heir.
Aegon is the spare.
Even though she never admits it and later in her life she will regret ever having this thought, She didn't want more kids. Why did she need to have more when her first was a boy?
Why curse more of her children to being second best?
She knew deep down that her children would never be Aemma's and they would never be Rhaenrya.
Was she jealous of a dead woman?
Possibly.
Alicent felt the midwives moving around the room, She heard them get everything ready.
She was nervous, just like when she was with Aegon. She prayed during it and Aegon came quickly. But that fear still was there until Aegon was in her arms. The fear of being cut open like Aemma was as if she was nothing but a pig. As if she was less than the dirt they walked on.
She wasn't sure who had come up with this method of saving the baby, but whoever it was, they were an idiot.
Viserys was not here. He wasn't there for Aegon's either. She knew he wasn't there till the end of Aemma's last birth, But was he there for Rhaenrya's?
Probably not.
"Are you okay?" One of the midwives - Alicent couldn't remember her name, Did she even tell Alicent her name? - asked. As she put something beside the bed, It sounded like water. A bucket of water, maybe?
Alicent nodded. Her throat was dry, And her fingers felt as if they became one with the bed. She was fine, not in pain. Just scared.
She knew immediately when to start to pray with Aegon, But as she laid here once again. There was no voice from the gods. Just fear and a dry throat.
How long had she been here in this bed?
"How long?"
The same midwife answered, "Hardly an hour."
Alicent could've sworn she heard a small mutter of 'Your Majesty.' It was quiet as if she was unsure if that was the proper time to utter the words, Or she wasn't sure if it was the right term for the girl in the bed.
