Rhaenyra Targaryen's trueborn daughter had finally revealed her allegiance to reclaim her birthright. she won't stop at nothing to restore her throne that was rightfully hers, no matter the cost.
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Aegon ii Targaryen x Oc
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~The birth of Visenya~ CHAPTER 1
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With one final, mighty effort, Rhaenyra let out a last anguished scream and slumped back against the pillows, utterly spent. Her cries were met by the piercing wails of her newborn baby, whose insistent shrieks filled the air.
Her babe is alive.
For nine long months, Rhaenyra had endured the whispered doubts that shadowed her every step. "The late Queen Aemma's struggles in childbirth are well-known...will Princess Rhaenyra suffer the same fate?" The ominous whispers sent shivers down her spine, conjuring fears she couldn't shake. Her first child, and already people were predicting her demise, drawing eerie parallels to her mother's tragic fate.
But then, a loud cry pierced the air, "It's a girl, Princess!" The midwife's announcement jolted Rhaenyra back to the present. While a part of her had hoped for a son to secure her claim to the throne, and appease the lords who valued male heirs, another part of her rejoiced at the arrival of her little one, regardless of gender.
But in that instant, a chilling realization dawned on her: her child's life was now in peril, not because she wasn't a boy, but because she was hers. A fleeting memory of her wedding day, and the green dress the queen had worn, flashed before her eyes, a stark reminder of the dangers that lay ahead for her innocent daughter.
Because she birthed her.
She had to watch and guard her back, looking for traitors that wished to tear her to pieces and feast on her remains.
All so they could get their hands on what was rightfully hers, the Iron Throne.
She never wanted it, she never wanted to be her father's heir. Rhaenyra only wanted her father to see her, to hear her, to understand her, she wanted him to stop torturing her mother by forcing her to birth him a son when she was right there, already born, already his.
