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10 MOONS LATER.
Queen Alicent and Lady Francesca took in, both women were pregnant and all belly, though Grand Maester Mellos predicted both women might give birth on the same day, yet the Tully hoped to deliver before the Queen, same as the Hightower, she also wished to deliver first, before Aenar's wife. Both competing to be the First Lady of the Realm.
Aenar was glad and Viserys was elated as well, delighted to be a father, both men wished to have a son, yet the gods flipped the coin.
The sun stood at it's horizon, the seas roared, and winds blew, the twins were now best of friends, hewing unto each other since their father married Alicent Hightower. It's been tussle after tussle in the Red Keep.
The realm was at peace until bloody screams echoed through the halls of the Red Keep. Queen Alicent went into a frenzy wail of screeching uproar as her water broke.
Immediately the palace went into whirlwind, moving her to birthing chamber, same place Queen Aemma gave birth to Prince Baelon before she passed.
Meanwhile at the Dragonpit, the twins had just returned on dragon back, when the news reached them that their mother had gone into labour.
"So, who cares. Let's pray she doesn't meet the same fate as Ceryse Hightower." Daenerys tells Ser Jorah before entering the royal carriage,
Rheanyra doesn't even say a word, but look out the window quietly, as the wheel house rode back to the palace.
As soon they pulled in courtyard, and entered into the Red Keep, they could hear Alicent's screams echo as they ascended the stairs. Un-bothered, they proceeded to their rooms, took a proper bath, cleaned up and dressed then went to see their aunt Francesa Tully.
Outside Alicent's aboard, septons and septas stood behind King Viserys and Prince Aenar as they prayed solemnly for a healthy birth.
Alicent felt beads of sweat beginning to drip from her forehead as she continues to slow her breathing exercises. "Ooohhhh!!" she moaned.
"Push Your Grace! Push!"
"Gaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!" Alicent screeched in agony.
For hours she was confined to the bed, a bile crawl up in her throat, before forcing herself to gulp, she couldn't stand the pain and so she screamed her in agony.
Midwives and Maesters circled the Queen like buzzards. Viserys stood outside pacing back and forth like a lion, wringing his fingers, disturbed and troubled. Few times he wanted to go in, but Aenar kept holding him back to relax.
The Hand, Ser Otto was worried for his daughter, as did his son Ser Gwayne Hightower, all four men stood outside the birthing chamber anticipating.
Immediately they were disturbed by hastined footsteps of Daenerys running towards them, panting non-stop. catching her breath.
"Daenerys?" Viserys wrinkled his brows. "What's the matter daughter?"
"What's happened?" Aenar demanded.
The princess pants. "Uncle." She began.
"Aunt-Aunt Francesa,-She." Daenerys panted as her uncle's facial expression changed.
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Of Bastards & Dragons || Aenar Targaryen
Fantasía"F-fuck." Alicent's shudders bitting her lips as his girth shifts her womb. "Argh!..." Aenar groans into her ear as he grasped her hips and thrust, hours and hours of his own pent-up desire, fuelling each lunge into her, the silky sheath of his stee...
