𝕸𝖔𝖎𝖗𝖆 | 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧

The sun hangs in the sky as rain falls

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♰ It seemed the weather was preparing itself for the birth of the child of the ruling prince of Dorne.

It was only the early hours of the day, and already, the people of sunspear were sweating and opening windows in hopes of catching the slightest breeze to quell the heat of the Summer Solstice

As the sun began its daily climb to the apex of the sky, clouds of ever growing darkness began to form as if preparing to douse the incoming fire about to enter the world. The sun reached the highest point in the sky and, as if acting as a catalyst, willed the early labour of the Princess, Saera Targaren.

Tension and worry hung heavily throughout the birthing room broken only by screams that could only be produced when a woman entered her battlefield.

By all accounts, the Targaryen princesses' pregnancy had been smooth and unproblematic as a pregnancy could be, so it came as a shock to all when the princess went into labour a moon earlier than expected.

Grunts and whimpers of pain pass Saera's mouth as she tries not to worry for the life of her unborn child. She paces up and down the room, refusing the pleas of the midwives around her.

"I will not lay on the bed and allow myself to be cut open like an appendage." Saera told them.

"There will be no cutting. His grace, the prince, has strictly prohibited that measure your highness." Midwife assures her.

"If my husband orders you to be cut open, I will cut him open myself." Elizabeth said, voice prim as she entered the room.

Saera lets the corner of her lip tug upwards before she places her hands on a pillar in the corner of the room and grunts in pain. The ruling prince of Dorne had sworn to her that he would not let her die cut open.

Oberyn might have the last name Martell, but his father was a Stark, and they always kept their word, plus Saera knew Elizabeth Tyrell would cut off his balls if he did.

Saera never thought the only child of the Lord of Highgarden would like her, especially since she was carrying her husband's child but the two had formed a sisterly bond after their first encounter; Or what Saera assumed a sisterly bond would be like. Her blood sisters never did like her much, with the slight exception of her older sister, Alyssa, but then again, Alyssa Targaryen was an enigma.

Saera let out a scream of pain, and the door flew open. Oberyn Martell stood by the entrance of the birthing chamber panting as if he had run all the way from the harbour to the castle.

"I'm here." Oberyn panted out.

"Thank you, husband." Elizabeth says. "I was unaware that you had arrived. Perhaps next time, make some more noise while bursting open a door, yes?"

Oberyn looks at his wife and smiles while rolling his eyes. "Lilibet, you look as radiant as the first day we met."

Elizabeth narrows her eyes at him. "What have you done?"

"A bold assumption, dear wife." Oberyn said, walking forward and standing by her side. "What makes you think I have done anything?"