Burning Love: Daemon Targaryen x Laena Velaryon

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"Ahhhhhhhhh, Fuck, Fuck," Marcella grunted as she bent over, leaning on her knees, as another contraction hit.

"Your contractions are getting closer, princess," Maester Zion stated.

"No shit, they are Ahhh," she snapped, making him wince, not used to the princesses hostility. She hardly ever cussed or was rude.

"Easy Princess, lean on me. You must keep walking to get the baby moving," Elinda, her Handmaiden, gently whispered, helping Marcella lean against her and Laena as they walked around the room before everyone, but Marcella flinched when they heard a violent roar that practically shook the whole castle.

"Why is it taking so long, Elinda? What is wrong?" Marcella cried out, feeling terrified. Elinda sighed, feeling for the princess.

"The baby is not in a proper position, Princess," She explained, closing her eyes for a moment when she heard the young girls breath hitch as another dragon roar met their ears.

Marcella knew Bluefyre could feel her pain and fear through the bond; her sweet blue-winged sister had been restless since her labors started.

"The baby is breeched exactly how my mother's last birth went," she muttered, terrified.

"Not entirely Princess, the babe is not completely breeched; having you walk around is slowly moving the babe down and at the right angle to give birth safely for you and the babe," Zion explained.

"And how much longer until then? I have been in this bed chamber for two fucking days," she yelled, sobbing out as another contraction hit.

"I know, I know Princess," Elinda whispered, feeling her stomach

"It's ok; do not fear Marcella," Laena whispered, kissing her head.

"The baby is dropping Maester," she said, feeling the stomach Zion made his way to her, quickly feeling her stomach.

"Help her to the bed now," he demanded.

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"Your Grace, the maester asked that I come alert you that Princess Marcella's labors are progressing and the baby has fallen into the proper position." Ser Derek told the king, who sat in the council room with his council, who all sighed in relief.

"Good. If anything changes, come and tell me immediately and alert Theo. He is growing restless and not being in there. He should be in the training yard." Viserys told the knight, who nodded and left.

"Training yard?" Otto said, raising a brow, making Visery chuckle.

"He was burning a hole in the ground from all his pacing and was on edge, so I sent him to the training yard to train some newer knights in order to distract himself," Viserys explained, making him nod and laugh quietly.

Before the doors opened again, confusing them all, one of the dragon maesters walked in, looking nervous.

"Your Grace," he said, bowing.

"What is it?" Viserys asked

"Bluefyre is restless, your grace. She has broken two walls in the dragon pit already. The princess refuses to chain her, so it is hard to control such a beast. If any more walls break, it may collapse, which could affect all the dragons," the man explained, making Viserys sigh as the roars of his daughter's dragon met their ears again.

"Let her come out," Visery demanded.

"Let her out," the dragon maester repeated, trying to make sure he heard the king correctly.

"Yes, Bluefyre won't kill anyone, let alone a sheep, without Marcellas's command. Let her out of the pit. She is feeling what my daughter is feeling. Let her out." Viserys declared