The baby girl was found in the gods wood. Her tiny body wrapped in a thin swaddling cloth, clinging to her delicate skin. Though her features were unmistakably not of their lineage, the king and queen took her in as one of their own. They named her...
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Visera gasped in pain clutching her stomach, a warm liquid spread down her legs. " The baby's coming." she whispered, her voice trembling with fear and determination. It was a moon too early. Aemonds face held a grim look as he grabbed her and carried her to the carriage, Helaena, walks beside Aemond clutching her hand. Aegon and Daeron yell at the townspeople to move aside. Ser Gerald and Alicent followed close behind.
As the carriage sped through the town, Visera screamed in agony. The baby's head had already crowned. Aemond held her tightly, tears streaming down his face. "I'm sorry, Rose. I'm so sorry." he whispered.
Helaena knelt beside her, her hands trembling as she tried to help. "It's okay, sister. You can do this." she said, her voice shaking. They had both been their when she gave birth to the twins, but this. This was different. This was so much worse. The carriage rocked violently as another contraction hit, Visera's scream filling the air. She clutched at her stomach, her knuckles white as they pressed into her skin. Aemond held her tightly, tears streaming down his face.
" I can't, it wont live." Visera gasped between contractions, her eyes glassy with pain and exhaustion. "We have to do something," he whispered frantically. Daeron pounded on the carriage roof, telling the driver to hurry. The carriage rounded a corner, and Visera screamed again as another contraction ripped through her. She felt the baby's life slipping from her grasp, and her heart shattered into a million pieces.
The carraige suddenly halted, Aemond carried her to the Maester's quarters in the Red Keep. The door was flung open and a middle-aged man with a kind face rushed out. "Quickly, bring her in!" he ordered, his voice filled with urgency. They laid Visera down on a table as the maester began to check on her and the baby. The Maester examined her breathing, then turned his attention to the baby.
The room was deathly silent as the maester worked, his hands moving swiftly but carefully. Aemond knelt beside her, his eyes filling with tears as he watched the maester. Helaena held tightly to her sister's hand, her knuckles white with fear and desperation.
Another surge of pain ran through Visera's body as she began to bleed, the babes head had yet to crown. Aemond held her close, his own tears mixing with the sweat on her forehead as he tried to soothe her. The maester was working feverishly, but it was clear that the gods were not on their side. The air in the room seemed to hang heavy, a thick fog of despair and desperation. Visera began to roll in and out of consciousness as the pain became too much to bear. Aemond held her close, tears streaming down his face as he watched the maester struggle to birth their child. Helaena's knuckles turned white from the tight grip she had on her sister's hand, her own eyes filling with tears as she pleaded with the gods for a miracle. The air in the room seemed to grow thick with desperation and despair, making it difficult to breathe.
