In Fire, Blood and Love

Lanta

Year - 117AC

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'The Pink Dread'

The young Princess Vissera could be found in the training yard of the Red Keep holding her intricate seashell embroidery in her hands though her attention was anywhere but the piece of fabric. She watched her uncles and nephews train in the art of the sword and could not shun the longing feeling that came to her, she wanted to swing the steel and to be a fierce fighter, the first person who'd come to the young girl's mind was her heavily pregnant mother who she'd protect ruthlessly from any foe. As soon as the thought came to her she stood abruptly from her seat on the balcony and dropped her needle and fabric... Her mother was to give birth any minute and she'd been sitting here dreaming of swords.

She ran, ignoring the maids and septa's who questioned her speed and direction, even before she'd reached her mothers chambers she could hear her Muna's distressed grunts and pants. Vissera was no fool, she knew the pain bestowed upon the women of the Realm both emotional and physical, such tugged at her soul as she listened to her mothers cries

"Keep breathing Princess"

Rhaenyra continued her laboured heavy and rapid breaths as her firstborn burst through the door and came rushing to her side

"Muna I am so sorry I've only just gotten here, I did not mean to leave you in such pain without anyone" Vissera said as she grabbed hold of her mothers hand intending for the woman to squeeze her much smaller ones in response to the pain

"Sweet Vissera you need not see me like this my love, you need not bare witness to such pain" she said but made no move to deter her daughter

"Your grace tis almost time to push" said a nameless midwive

"I shan't ever remove myself from your side whilst you need me Muna" Rhaenyra could've cried in relief had she not been in labour, having her firstborn by her side gave her strength and gods willing such strength to aid her in this birth

"And push" and with a muffled scream she did, unknowingly squeezing the life out of Vissera's hands but she was completely unbothered

"And again your grace"

"I can't"

"You can Muna you must push!"

"The head!"

With one final push, grunt and scream the babe was born, Rhaenyra breathless and exhausted was being cleaned and comforted by her daughter

"You are incredible Muna" Vissera said before kissing her mothers forehead 

"A boy, Princess"

"Praise the Mother" which was accompanied by the new babes cries

"Is he healthy?" Rhaenyra asked the midwife

"Kicking like a goat, Princess"

Vissera smiled upon hearing this, eager for a look at another brother to cherish quickly finished cleaning her mother not wanting to leave her doused in sweat