Burning Love: Daemon Targaryen x Laena Velaryon

Goodbye |7|

"Your Grace, during difficult births, it sometimes becomes necessary for the father to make an impossible choice." Mellos spoke quietly so the young princess would not hear.

"Well, speak it." Viserys urged him to continue looking back at his wife and daughter.

"to sacrifice one or to lose them both. There is a chance that we can save the child. A technique is taught at the Citadel that involves cutting directly into the womb to free the infant, but the resulting blood loss."

"Seven hells," Viserys mumbled, looking at his wife and daughter to save the babe and sacrifice the mother.

"And if I choose to save the mother," he asked.

"Same technique, just slightly different, but the babe most likely won't survive," Mellos replied, making him sigh.

"Save my wife now." Viserys Ordered making the master nod before Viserys ordered the guards to take Marcella out of the room

"What are you doing?" Marcella asked, seeing the maester prepare a knife. "Father, stop; let me go. Now that is an order, Mother," she shouted and kicked, trying to get out of the guards grasp, but her efforts were useless.

"Mama," she whimpered, hearing her mothers scream and plead for them to stop meeting her ears.

"Come here, princess," Otto said, hugging the young girl to his chest and covering her ears as he rocked them.

"It is ok there trying to save her; all is ok, my dear." He whispered, and it wasn't long before the cries of her mother calmed down. And the sound of a baby crying met their ears, making her pull away from Otto and look at the door that had opened.

"Father, is mother okay?" She asked, seeing his devastated look. "I am sorry, my sweet girl, but she-she," he stuttered, making her shake her head. "No, no, she's fine," she whispered, pushing her way into the room and dodging the arms of her father, who tried to stop her.

She gasped, trying not to throw up, when she saw her mother dead and her stomach cut open. "Mama," she whispered before breaking down and sobbing as she ran to the bed and began shaking her mother, trying to wake her, but her efforts failed.

"No, no, no, no, wake up, mama, please wake up. I need you. We need you. Mother, please wake up." She cried, breaking everyone's hearts as they watched the scene of the young, sweet princess cradling her mother's dead, bleeding body to her chest as she cried, but the sound of a baby's cry caught her attention.

"Do I have a brother or a sister?" Marcella asked her father, who had walked up to her.

"A brother named Baelon," Viserys answered just as Daemon walked into the room, stopping at the sight of his sweet niece on a bloodied bed, which had his good sister's now deceased body on Marcella's dress covered in blood—her own mother's blood.

"Your Grace The babe is sick. I don't believe he will make it through the night." The master said this, making Marcella whimper in sadness as she tried not to cry again. Visery stormed out of the room in anger and grief. He was told that Aemma would be alive now that she's dead and his child would be dead soon.

Daemon walked up to his sweet niece and good sister. He grabbed a sheet from the handmaiden, pulling it over Aemma's body, making Marcella look at him confused.

"You shouldn't have to see your mother this way, my darling. I know for a fact she would not want you to see her in such a state." Daemon whispered, making her nod, leap into his awaiting arms, and begin to cry softly.

"She's gone. She is really gone," she whispered, breaking his heart.

"I know, my darling, I know," he whispered, kissing the top of her head before she pulled away and turned to one of the ladies in the room.