THE HEALER PRINCE ( House of dragon reincarnation)(OC x Alicent)

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Chapter 62

AENYS TARGARYEN

Dragonstone had changed little since he had last been on the island. It was sullen and quiet, as it had been, its hot and humid environment much suited to the Targaryen lineage.

As the realm recovered from the death of Daemon Targaryen, the King would become bedridden from illness, and the news would shake the realm for it would put to front of the mind the reality that soon enough King Viserys shall leave the realm and a Queen shall sit the Iron Throne.

Yet there was still time, and so as moons passed and Rhaenyra and Alicent's bellies grew, it was decided that they would relocate to Dragonstone, on his advice, given that the environment was simply calmer and conducive to giving birth.

Yet even he had not been prepared for the scenario he found himself in as he stood infront of a screaming Rhaenyra surrounded by healers and equipment, the best of what the times could offer as the Princess's labors progressed.

"AHHHHHH!" she screamed as the wet nurses encouraged her, yet the babe refused to come.

"I cannot, I cannot," she huffed as her nails bit into his hands, her hair matted to her face with sweat as she shook her head.

"You can, just one more push, one more," he encouraged lovingly as he looked her in the eye, and she nodded, taking in a deep breath as she screamed once more.

And he felt the elevation in her torso shift as he heard the wetnurse speak.

"I can see the head," and relief filled him, as Rhaenyra huffed weakly, as tears dripped down her face.

Yet the relief was short-lived as the doors to the birthing chamber were slammed open.

"WHO IS I..." yet he stilled, as he saw the person standing there. His face was marred by burns, a face too similar to his own with a blade in hand, and Alicent's helpless face staring at him with red eyes as he spoke.

"Daemon," he gasped out in shock as his brother held a blade to his wife's neck.

"I have come for reveng..."

"No," Aenys screamed as he saw the blade move.

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"ARGH!" yet the blood never came as his vision shifted, and he found himself away from the birthing Halls and inside his solar, sitting on a chair with a weight on his chest.

His heart thumped as he glanced down and recognized the silvery bundle lying on his chest. Thankfully, even in his sleep, he had kept a secure hold on the newborn.

"She sleeps so easily in your arms," an all too familiar voice rang out. The same voice had been screaming moments ago in his dreams, yet this time it was much calmer and simpler as he looked up and found Rhaenyra sitting there beside his own lady wife both of them sitting there, the bulges in their belly gone as they sipped tea.

And he ground himself as he carefully shifted the babe to his other arm, for his right arm had begun to ache lightly.

Many a moon had passed since he had visited Viserys, and then days afterward, it had been decided that they would move to Dragonstone for Rhaenyra's birth. A suggestion of his own, given the sheer statistical odds of a safer delivery on their families' ancestral island in comparison to the Red Keep.

And after nine moons, the Princess had finally gone into labor about a moon ago, under his own watchful eye. The most advanced equipment, medications, and instruments had been prepared for her, and plans had been drawn for every unwonted scenario. Yet the Gods had rendered them useless, for except for a somewhat prolonged labor, the whole process had been gone without a hitch, and Princess Aemma had been born into the world with a very loud cry.