THE groans and screams of a laboring mother could be heard throughout the Red Keep. It was the dead of night and the princess had been in labor for days. She had refused help from any of her hand maidens or the maester. A gush of wind had set into the bed chamber and blew all of the candles out, leaving the only source of light to come from the full moon that hung above Kings Landing in full light. With a finale grunt, and a scream from the princess, a babe was born. One thing was out of the ordinary. The babe was silent, except from her quiet breathing. The princess's face went white has worry covered her face.
"What is wrong, why isn't the babe crying?" The midwife looked to the princess confused. "Your grace, she is breathing, and her airways aren't blocked. But we don't know why she isn't crying." The princess smiled at the news that the babe was a girl. Her little girl, Aerella. The small babe looked full Valyrian. The only thing was her hair wasn't silver, her hair was white as snow. A dragon egg was placed in her cradle. Her mother had picked the egg out as it shared a simular color to her newborn girl's hair.
The princess's birth was celebrated throughout the realm, as the heir to the throne had given forth a new Targaryen princess. King Viserys rejoiced over his first grandchild. The night of her birth however, the king had a dream.
"Spindles of white, spindles of gold. For he is her sun, and she is his moon. Through pain and death, his moon may glow. But when he sets, her heart may go."
