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It had been several hours since Alana had been in labor, she was in the birthing chamber, she wore a nightgown provided by the midwives. The midwives suggested her to walk around to make the labor more sooner, Aegon wasn't allowed in the birthing chambers so he stood pacing, Alicent and Helaena also stood outside the birthing chambers despite Alana wanting Helaena to be with her, but it was no use.
Lysara helped Alana walk around the birthing chambers, all they could is wait until the midwives words of conformation. Lysara wiped the sweat off Alana's brow with a cloth. Despite Lysara's comfort to Alana, the contractions were becoming closer together and more intense, Alana would try keep the pained contractions to herself, but she couldn't help but let out a pained cry ever so often.
A midwife walked up to the pair, "My lady? May I check?" The older woman spoke to Alana, as Lysara kept wiping sweat off her brow.
Alana nodded weakly, and moved to the bed. The other midwives stood, ready to assist if anything happened. Alana slowly laid on the bed, with Lysara's help. The midwife quickly pulled up the bottom of the nightgown to check.
Alana looked at the ceiling, she felt violated with every look and touch the midwives had given her so far but the midwives didn't care, their only focus on delivering the babe safely.
The older midwife who checked Alana's dilation, nodded her head and smiled at Alana. "You're ready to push my lady."
Almost instantly, the other midwives got to work, preparing themselves for the babe's birth.
Lysara helped Alana, lean back against the pillows, spreading her legs open so the midwives could look better.
The midwife that helped Alana earlier spoke up, "Push, my lady." The midwife spoke.
Alana breathed in, clenching the sheets of the birthing bed. She used all her strength and pushed, biting on her lip to keep some of her noises at bay.
"Deep breaths my lady." A midwife spoke, which Alana did, "Now push again."
Alana let out a pained cry and she pushed again, it pain felt unbearable, her head fell back on the pillows, breathing. The room smelt of sweat, of birthing fluid, and some herbs the midwives had used earlier.
The sounds of the room were filled with Alana's ragged breathing along with her pained groans and moans, the wet squelching noise as the babe slowly was moving downwards.
After what felt like an eternity the midwifes spoke. "I can see the head my lady." The maesters and midwives had warned her this was the worst part.
