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three

Visenya groaning, threw her hand over her mouth, running to the privy.

She quickly knelt down by the privy and vomited.

Rhaegar flew into the room, throwing open the door. Seeing Visenya on the ground, he walked over to her "Sister, are you alright?" he asked, worried.

He gave her the hand, Visenya toook hold of his hand, getting up from the ground she answered "I am, brother, I think I shall go see a Maester." informing him.

Visenya took a bowl of water, pouring the water on her hand, she washed herself up.

It has been three moons since the got wed, king Aerys has been pressuring them for a child, Visenya is almost sure that she is with child.

"Grandmaester Pycelle?" she called out, knocking on the door.

Maester Pycelle opened the door, seeing the princess, he bowed.

"My princess, please, do come in."

"I think I am with child." she informed him, her hands moving to her stomach.

"Then please, lay down on the bed."

Rhaegar paced their room, looking over the door, waiting for Visenya to return.

The door opened and the princess walked in.

"Visenya, are you alright?" Rhaegar stopped pacing and walked over to her, cupping her chin.

"Rhaegar, I am with child." she announced, soflty smiling.

Visenya groaned, screaming from the pain. The Maester yelled "My princess, you have to push.

Rhaella took hold of the bowl and cloth, wetting the cloth, she gently wiped the sweat from her daughter's forehead and cheeks.

"Oh my sweet child." she said.

Visenya turned her head to the side, looking at her mother "Mother, I can not do this. It hurts."

She groaned again, her head going up. Gritting her teeth, she put her elbows on the bed, sitting up a little, and screamed.

Screaming, teeth gritting, she pushed, and pushed, and pushed, untill the cry could be heard.

The maester announced "It is a boy, my princess"

Visenya laid backdown on the bed, breathing deeply, she smiled.

"May I hold him?" she asked.

The Maester gave the babe to the Septa, giving her the chance to clean him up.

The Septa passed the babe to the tired mother, smiling "Here you go, my princess."

Visenya gently took hold of her babe, putting her hand on his little head, smiling as he moved slightly, making little noises, she put his head in the crook of her elbow, still holding his head, and put her hand by his behind, her fingers on his back.

"Oh, my son, my prince, you are so beautiful." she smiled as she softly ran her fingers on his cheek.

Rhaegar opened the door, walking in, he saw Visenya, sweaty and tired, holding their babe in her arms.

She looked up at him, smiling, she took his hand "Rhaegar, this is our son. Our Daeron."

Rhaegar smiled, giving her a kiss on the forehead. "Our prince Daeron. Welcome, my child."

The moons have passed, prince Daeron turned seven moons, when Queen Rhaella gave birth to prince Viserys.

Another moon has passed when the lord of the Westerlands, when Lord Tywin threw a tourney in honor of the birth of prince Viserys.

Getting out of the carriage, Visenya took a deep breath and sighed.

Seeing lord Tywin standing with his family, she took hold of Rhaegar's hand, the wet nurse carrying their child behind them, they walked over to greet their hosts.

"Lord Tywin." she greeted, curtseying.

The lord took her hold of her hand, kissing the knuckles "Your Highness."

She turned to the children standing by him and smiled "You must be lady Cersei and lord Jaime."

"My princess" they both greeted in unison.