Dragonstone Castle, Dragonstone: 113 AC
Aelinor let out a blood curdling scream as another contraction hit her. "You're doing so well, Aelinor." Aemma murmured, brushing her hair back. "I want my son OUT!" she roared.
With the use of potions, by the first moon of her marriage, Aelinor was pregnant. She had used magic to predict a son while Laenor had bet on a daughter.
Rhaenyra had married Prince Qoren Martell two months after Aelinor's wedding. This had successfully brought Dorne into the Seven Kingdoms, but it was unspoken that one of Rhaenrya and Qoren's children would marry Aelinor's firstborn. Otto had proposed for Rhaenyra to marry Ormund Hightower, but the marriage had been refused.
Aelinor had made sure to put in an absolute primogeniture to ensure her legitimacy on her rise to the Iron Throne. "Five to fifteen more pushes, Princess!" Maester Gerardys announced.
"I am never marrying." she heard Katherine declare. "You cannot make me do this."
"Fair point." Aemma said dryly. "But holding your child afterward, Katherine, is the greatest experience."
"LAENOR! GET IN HERE! YOU DID THIS TO ME!" Aelinor screamed. She had put a magic suppressor onto herself to ensure she didn't destroy the castle during the labour. Laenor entered the room and stood on her right, holding her hand.
"Now!" Aemma urged.
Aelinor screamed loudly and pushed, focusing on getting her baby out of her. The loud screams of a newborn echoed throughout the room, announcing that a new Targaryen babe had made it out, alive and healthy.
"A boy! Hale and hearty!" the head midwife declared. Aelinor groaned, pushing gout the afterbirth as her son was cleaned and bundled up. She too was cleaned and put in fresh clothing as the blood filled bedsheets were swapped out for clean ones.
Laenor hurried to her side, whispering excitedly about their son and how perfect he was. "My son." Aelinor murmured tiredly. Celia squeezed her hand. "Do not worry. He is in safe hands."
Lyarra helped her to her bed as Laenor walked over, a bundle in his arms. Aelinor sat in her bed and took her son.
Everything felt right the moment she did. She looked down at her son, and she felt a fierce protectiveness stir. May the Devil have mercy on those who go after my son. For I won't. Aelinor mused.
Her baby boy was perfect, and looked just like Laenor. Her son had dark skin, white hair, and he blinked up at her with the same pale purple eyes that Laenor and Corlys possessed.
"Corlys will be insufferable when he sees that the future King of the Seven Kingdoms has the Velaryon look Laenor. My grandson looks just like you when you were a baby." Aemma mused.
"What's his name, Aelinor?" Joanna asked. Aelinor glanced at Laenor, and he nodded.
"Jacaerys. Jacaerys Targaryen." she announced.
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