115 AC. 8:45 in the evening.
The Princess of dragons, the kings widely known and most beloved by the parliament and people- Rhaella Targaryen had been in tremendously hard labor for hours without and end. Rhaellas family were all looking forward to yet another boy in the family. Yet, the odds were against them. Rhaella, the "Rose of the Realm" was already limp.
The maidens, ladies, servants and doctorates all had solemn looks on their faces, frowns upon their lips and hope was out of the question for sweet Rhaella. The Princesses labor was so tiring and so difficult, the Princess herself didn't want to go on with it any longer. Rhaellas moans and wails were heard all around the castle as Rhaenerya had gotten the news.
As soon as Rhaenerya entered her sisters chamber her heart had sunken way down to her stomach. Her own sister- her dearest Rhaella was limp, all sprawled out, blood stained all of the white linen sheets and mattress of the bed. Rhaella could barely hold onto the servants arm as she stiffiled out a push.
Another scream boombed and lashed through the room, Rhaella's face squinting in pure agony. The nurses and midwives praised with how close poor Rhaella was, but yet Rhaella had had enough of the labor. Rhaella took her sisters hand, taking Rhaenerya down to Rhaellas face. There, Rhaellas blood stained hands held her sisters, examining her face.
"Rhaenerya, I will not make it through this birth, but you must swear to me that you will take care of my baby. Please Rhaenerya.." The dear princess cooed, another loud yell as Rhaella tipped her head back, pushing yet again. But yet despite all her efforts, no child was born quite yet. "Rhaella, all is well-" Rhaenerya attempted to calm her sister.
"No! It will not! I will not be alive when my baby is here, Rhaenerya. I beg you- take them. My baby will belong to the seven kingdoms and will thrive anywhere she is put. You and the greens will love them together- cherish her... Promise me Rhaenyra." The princesses words were very confusing for Rhaenerya. In the action of the moment, Rhaenerya gripped her sisters bloodied hand.
"I promise you Rhaella, I promise to take care of your baby. M-Me and Alicent will both take care of them to-together dear sister." Rhaenerya felt the panic increase in the room as Rhaella kept wailing, squeezing and pushing. This birth was a hard one. Rhaenyra Targaryen was no stranger to birth, given just one year ago she'd bore her eldest son, Jacerys Velaryon, and just months ago she bore another boy, Lucerys Velaryon.
"You name her- dear sister." Rhaella gritted through her teeth. A her? The princess was already sure she were to have a daughter. "No-I cannot possibly-" Rhaenerya's words were interrupted with her sister gripping her hand so tightly it would've cut off blood circulation. "Rhaenerya please!" Rhaella sobbed loudly. Rhaenerya didn't have a choice now. "...Visenya. Visenya Targaryen."
Rhaenerya looked to the maidens and doctorates, making sure they all knew the choice. "If it are a boy, Visenus.." Rhaella gave a forced and very lazy smile, seeing how tired she was of the tedious labor, she brushed back a strand of Rhaenerya's silver hair, her bloodied finger leaving a hue of red trail along her face. "Take care of her for me, Rhaenerya. I love you dearly, sister."
Rhaenerya chocked back a sob, desperately shaking her head, "no" hand trying as hard she could to not cry for her sister. Because Rhaellas husband was not visible in the labor room, or castle, Rhaella had to chose and say herself to chose her own baby over herself. "Save my baby.. please. Save the baby and let me go." Rhaella spoke, her gentle tone echoed in the now silent labor room.
