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Alana had been in labors for hours and hours, just like Baelon and Rhaella, Aegon wasn't allowed in, but he stood waiting outside the birthing chambers.
Alana laid in the birthing bed, her brown hair sprawled over the pillows, Lysara wiping off the sweat off her forehead. Alana had gotten used to Aegon not being there for her in such a state, but she desperately wanted him in the room with her, as when she had Baelon and Rhaella the midwives denied it and said it wasn't a place for a man to see.
Alana was at the end of her patience, the pain she was enduring was making her more short-tempered, the midwives touching her body trying to help her, which only made her irritation grow more.
Alana kept glancing at the large wooden door praying to the old gods and the new that he would just come in, ignoring the midwives protests to just be there for her, he was the prince after all and they were just midwives.
Even if it was this was her third child she was giving birth too, she had forgotten how bad the pain was, how it felt like someone was cutting her insides repeatedly. The room felt small, especially with the lack of fresh air, and the smell of her own blood.
Alana closed her eyes, as Lysara continued to wipe her sweaty forehead. Alana clenched her teeth as yet another contraction made its way through her body, she desperately wanted Aegon to comfort her, hold her hand, say reassuring things in her ear, but she knew the midwives wouldn't allow it nor would the Queen as Alicent deemed it unnecessary to see such horrors childbirth brings even if it was natural.
"My lady you need to push.." A midwife says between her legs, the older woman's voice soft but firm.
Alana nodded weakly, feeling her body tense up. She took a deep breath, gritting her teeth as she prepared to push again.
Alana opened her eyes, and pushing again, her whole body shaking due to it. Her fists clenched the sheets, so hard that her knuckles turned white.
The midwife continued to speak reassuring words to Alana but it went into her ear and out the other, the midwifes voice beginning to become annoying to Alana.
"I can't." Alana shook her head, her voice faint and shaky, she closed her eyes again as her body felt utterly exhausted.
"You have to my lady, a few more minutes of pain for a lifetime of happiness with your child." The midwife spoke, "Push my lady." The midwife spoke again, the thought of pushing again wanted to make Alana cry and curl into a ball, but for her and her child's sake she needed too.
