The wrong brother

A potent Dragon seed.

Eight months had passed since your last night with Aegon. There were two places your husband could be found of a night and your chambers was not one of them. His frequent visits to the fighting pits and brothels made his disinterest in you clear. This made it all the more easy to fuck your preferred brother in your own chambers.

Your belly swelled as you approached full term. There was no doubt that it was Aemond's son inside you, the babes kicks were fierce and unrelenting. You peered into the looking glass and touched at the bags under your eyes. Sleep wasn't coming easy to you these last nine months.

Aemond sat behind you and took a brush to your hair.

"You shine brighter than ever sister. Our child's naming day is almost upon us. You can drink wine again once you deliver our healthy babe." He gave you a smirk in the reflection, knowing full well you didn't care for drinking.

A flicker of concern flashed on his face as he watched your smile fade.

"What's on your mind my sweet?"

"What if they find out it's yours? What if it looks just like you?"

"Lucky Aegon and I don't appear too different." He snickered.

He noticed you weren't laughing and hugged you from behind, holding your belly.

"They won't know, Hel. By all accounts the child will be named Aegon's heir and he can keep living in his blissful ignorance. Our bond is far greater, one of passion, not just duty alone." He nuzzled into you and kissed your neck from behind and your heart fluttered.

The warm sensation building between your legs was short lived. An awful pain stung at your insides and Aemond jumped back in suprise when you screamed.

"Ahhh! It's the baby! It's coming!" You held your stomach and stood to see your water had broke. Your legs weakened as you propped yourself up on the vanity to avoid falling.

"Can you walk Hel?" He took your arms over his shoulder for support and made for the door.

An awful pain shot through your cervix and you fell closer to the ground. You were suddenly scooped up in his arms and headed for the door.

Aemond pounded on the door as hard as he could, unable to open it.

"Arryk! Open the door! Helaena is in labour!"

"At once my Prince!" The doors swung open and Aemond swooped through maintaining a fast pace. The contractions were gradually becoming less sparce and you clung to him through every one.

A crash echoed through the halls when he kicked the Maesters door down. The room was dark until a candle approached from around the corner. Maester Orwyle was in his nightwear and rubbed his eyes, they widened when he saw you with the Prince. Aemond gently placed you down into the royal delivery bed.

"Where is his grace, the King? He should be here." Orwyle gulped as Aemond stared at him, unblinking.

"I think the Queen has much support already. Unless she determines otherwise." He held onto your hand through the contractions.

"Aemond... Aegon! He should be here- Ahhh"! You managed to string a sentence together between the cramps. His jaw clenched and brow furrowed.

"As is your wish." He left the room to find your husband and Maester Orwyle collected the tools and medicines for the process to come.

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The Prince spent two hours searching the Red keep for the King to no avail. From his chambers to the servants quarters, Aegon was nowhere to be found. Aemond was getting increasingly frustrated at his brothers elusiveness. He was missing the birth of his child, and for what?

Another hour passed before he gave up in his search. He was NOT going to miss the birth of his first born for such a wastrel.

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The pain was unbearable, you writhed in the sheets with each contraction. You were terrified of doing this alone, neither of your brothers were here for you. The Maester leaned over you and dabbed at the sweat on your forehead. You grabbed his chain and pulled him closer.

"Milk of the poppy! Now!" You screamed at him as the baby's head approached.

"Your grace, you must not-"

The doors to the Maesters chambers swung open into the walls with a resounding crash. Aemond had returned and appeared frightened at your condition. He approached your side and took your hand in his, stroking your hair with the other.

"I could not find the King but I am here, sister." He blinked at your screams.

"I can't do this Aemond! Ahhh! It hurts!" Tears streaked your reddened cheeks. Aemond turned to the Maesters.

"Has my sister been given milk of the poppy?" His eye widened when they fell silent. He rushed over to the healing cabinet and brought over a vial of the white liquid.

"My Prince! It could very well sap her strength!" The master urged him to reconsider and the Prince paused, looking to you for approval.

Your eyes begged at him for some relief and he poured it into your mouth. The pain at your core dulled slightly and you continued to push. Aemond stood at your opening, hands ready to support the baby upon it's arrival.

With a final push, you felt a head emerge and Aemond's proud smile faded, a tear welled in his eye. Even through the poppy's milk, you felt the babe's skin tear at you as it emerged. With the strength you had left, you sat up to see...

A white haired babe with grey wings, covered in blue scales, laying silent and still in its father's arms. Aemond held it close, an immense pain on his face. He looked up to the gods as if to ask why.

A pain so great stabbed at your heart and tears trickled down your wet face. You stretched out your arms to receive your lifeless babe. Aemond gave your daughter a kiss on the forehead and handed her to you.

"Helaena... I... Forgive me." A tear fell to his cheek as he backed away from the heart wrenching sight. He looked to the ground, his breathing shaky. It was plain on his face, he blamed himself. The Maesters jumped when he broke his fist through the wall and stormed out of the room.