The Gentle Queen: HOTD

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"It has been three months since the wedding between Princess Rhaenyra and Ser Laenor, and still no news of a child, your grace," Mellos stated to Viserys as the rest of the small council listened.

"Well, what do you want me to do, Mellos?" Viserys asked, rolling his eyes, looking at his wife, who rubbed her very swollen stomach.

"I thought perhaps you could remind her of her duty; the queen was with a child a month after you two married and has brought four soon to be at least four children in under three years."

"The princess is well aware of her duty; sometimes these matters take time; the princess has no need to rush; the king is in well enough health and will continue to rule; Rhaenyra has many years to bring forth a few children." Lillian cut the maester off, making him nod and look down.

"Very well, your grace," he muttered.

"Prince Daemon has brought forth an assessment on the matters of the gold cloaks; apparently they are doing well. He reported that Flea Bottom is doing better than ever since Queen Lillian took care of the many issues they were facing." Lord Lynoel Strong informed the council.

"Good, I have already gone over the crime documents; the crime rate has dropped significantly, which is very good for our people," Lilly added, making many nods as she adjusted herself in her chair, feeling uncomfortable. She knew she was in labor but didn't wish to anger the king for disrupting the meeting, but it seemed the baby inside her had other plans.

Everyone stopped talking when they heard the young queen gasp and mutter a small curse word.

"Are you alright, your grace?" Lord Tyland Lannister asked, making her nod.

"Forgive me for the disruption, my lords, but it seems I must leave. The baby is coming; my water has broken. Excuse me," she stated, biting her tongue as she stood up with Ser Criston's help.

"Thank you," she whispered, slowly letting go of his arm before walking out of the room.

"Fuck, have somebody come clean this, please," she asked a maid in the room, who nodded and smiled at the young queen, whom she looked up to.

"I will have it done at once. Good luck, your grace," the young maid answered before rushing off.

"Thank you, Elosie," she called after

"Lilly," Daemon yelled, rushing to her. "What is wrong? What has happened?" he asked quickly, making her smile.

"Nothing, just my water broke, so I must go deliver this babe or babes, um, you are needing in the small council. You are already late," she said, kissing his cheek before muttering more curse words.

"I will let Maester Grey know, Lyra, and Mary," Daemon said, kissing her head before running off as they walked to her chambers.

"Thank you, Ser Criston," she said as he helped her sit on the bed. He kneeled down in front of her.

"Of course, what can I do to help?" he asked, making her smile.

"Nothing in the moment; you may be excused for the day," she answered, groaning as a contraction hit her. She slowly breathed through the pain as Lyra and Mary rushed into the room, smiling.

"This is exciting news." Lyra squealed, making her laugh as the knight left the room, but he didn't leave. He took to standing near the door, guarding.

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forty-three hours of labor, and still no baby had been born. Daemon had taken up, pacing up and down the hall, flinching at each scream. The young queen let no one see the rouge prince act in such a way.