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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It had been days since Visera gave birth to her stillborn, she had not talked since. Aemond had sworn not to leave her side but their mother had sent him and Daeron to Storms End to secure their support with a wedding proposal.
Although Visera had lost a child before, this was different. She had carried this child for months, her last baby, and it crushed her. She felt so much anger, sadness and guilt.
Aemond had never felt the pain of losing a child, he had never felt such pain or anger. He didn't know how to control it, he swore to himself, the gods, and to his wife that he would seek revenge, he would kill Rhaenys in cold blood.
Visera had been in the same position she had been for days, on her and Aemond's shared bed. She felt empty, a child is a part of you in a way that no other human being can ever be. A part of her died with Kylara.
Florence knocked on the door before entering, Aemon on her hip while Cerhanna entered with Aenora, followed by Lorean and Daelyes. Visera smiled as Lorean climbed into her lap and Daelyes curled up beside her. They both were too young to understand the situation but they knew, the babe was not here and their mother was upset. Florence and Alicent had tried to explain to them but they did not understand.
Daelyes looked at her mother, her face still etched with pain and anger, and then at the empty cradle. She wanted to do something, anything to take the hurt away from her, but she couldn't. She didn't know how. All she could do was hold her hand and cry with her. She didn't know what to say, what to feel.
Alicent sat beside Visera, her hand on her shoulder. She felt helpless, too. She wished there was something she could do to make it all better, to bring back the baby, to make Visera smile again. But she knew there wasn't. She could only be there for her daughter, as best she could.
"It's not your fault, you know," she whispered. "None of this is your fault." Alicent's voice was hoarse from trying to keep her composure, but the words still held a note of strength, of determination. "We'll get through this together."
Visera's gaze flickered toward her mother, her expression a mix of gratitude and pain. "I know," she managed to say, her voice barely a whisper. "I just wish..." Her voice trailed off, and she buried her face in her hands, unable to finish the thought.
Alicent squeezed her daughter's shoulder gently. "We all do," she said softly. "But we have to keep going, for the babe's sake. We can't let this consume us." She glanced back at Florence you played with the younger two, they both smiled.
Visera looked up at her mother, her eyes still red and swollen. "I just want... I just want my baby back," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"I know you do sweet girl, and I know it's hard right now. But you have to be strong for each of your children. You can't let this tear you apart," Alicent said, her voice steady. She glanced around the room, taking in the faces of her daughters and grandchildren. They were all hurting, but they were here. They were a family, and they would get through this together.
