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Saera Taragaryen was born one moon earlier than its was said she was supposed to. Her mother, Aemma cried as she pushed with all her might. Her shouts were heard throughout the whole corridor, Viserys held her hand, she gripping it so tight it might had fallen off. The doctors believed the child would die or not live to be one. Aemma whimpered looking up at Viserys, as she pushed again, she felt like she couldn't move her legs, or her body. Viserys hoped for a boy, as he always did. Aemma begged for it to stop. Saera's head was seen. One more push she was told. Her final push, she panted with a slight smile on her face. A babe's cry was heard in the room.
"A boy?" Viserys questioned the maester, who shook his head, "I'm sorry Your Grace, a girl again," He apologized. Viserys sighed and looked at his wife, who was covered in sweat, blood and tears. "Im sorry-" Aemma said. Viserys shook his head, The maester handed the girl to Aemma after, she had been cleaned off the cord was cut off. Aemma smiled.
"Saera is pretty, is it not?" She decided, It wasn't a question more as though a command. A girl of three walked in with her hand in a maids. Rhaenyra looked at her parents, then at the baby in her mothers hand. Aemma motioned for Rhaenyra to come over. Rhaenyra made way to the bed sitting next to her mother, she hadn't worried for her gold dress she was wearing only at the baby in her mother's arms.
"Rhaenyra, this is Saera, your sister, isn't that lovely?" Aemma asked. Rhaenyra nodded reached her tiny hands to hold Saera. Viserys pushed her hands away. Saera was not a normal baby, she was tiny, fragile even, but she didn't cry as much, she was a sweet and quiet baby.
Now it was 110ac, and she was 12 years of age, and it was time to get married and produce heirs, and her mother said. Saera thought it wasn't fair, Rhaenyra didn't get married at her age, why should she. Aemma get up holding her pregnant belly as she walked to Saera caressing her cheek with a faint smile.
"It is your duty to produce heirs to serve the realm."
She was to wed a middle-aged lord of house stark. Ivan stark, who had brown hair and brown eyes, and looked like the North. Saera's handmaidens were helping her get ready one was tying her red gown, their hand moved at the laces, and another was braided her hair. As they stepped back Saera looked at herself in the mirror, was this Ivan man a kind man, she had only met him once, she prayed he would hurt him. A knock on her door made her shift focus.
"Come in," She said. Her sister, Rhaenyra walked in with a smile, she walked up to her putting her hand on her shoulder. Her maids bowed and moved away.
"My dear sister, you look almost too pretty, Lord Stark is very lucky, but I wanted you to know that if her ever wrongs you tell me, Saera," Rhaenyra told her. Saera nodded, she grabbed her sister hand smiling as her and sister walked to the feast hall where the wedding was to be held. As she emerged from the hallway, every stood up and bowed. She made way to her seat next to her uncle, Daemon. She made eye contact with Ivan who remained emotionless just staring at her with a smirk plastered on his stupidly hot face.
After the feast they had to walk to the throne room, which was only people of direct blood in the room.
As the septa spoke. Saera's eyes glistened with fear. Her face was calm and sweet. Her hair let out two front pieces framing her face, her dress clung to her body, Ivan couldn't deny she looked obviously beautiful.
Saera and Ivan were led to Ivan's chambers as they were officially married where they were stuck in the room all alone. Ivan put out his hand to push back a stray hair looking her up and down.
"Have you gotten your moonblood yet," He asked her, Saera nodded, "Good then remove your clothes and lay on the bed,"
Saera nodded, she undid her laces as best as her arms to reach. Then her dress fell leaving he ran her undergarments, as he did the same. When they was fully naked, she went to lay on the bed. He got on top of her.
"It will hurt,"
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it was 4 years later, Saera gave Ivan a boy, named Aelor who died due to a sickness at only 4 years of age. Saera wailed all day and night, her husband grew sick of it, he missed his son, his heir, but he couldn't handle her crying.
"Shut up,"
"Shut up!"
"Shut up you little bitch!"
He would shout, Saera had tears down her face, he scoffed.
"I will not pity you," But she didn't listen she sobbed louder. So he hit her. Again and Again, until one moon later he stopped and decided he was too good to waste his punches on her.
Ivan pushed Saera onto the bed, removing his clothes, then hers despite her protests and whines. Saera shouted at him to stop. She begged him. Ivan chuckled and positioned himself between her legs, as she sobbed begging him to stop, he keep going until he came, then he left. Saera sobbed her body felt numb she felt like she was frozen.
Nine moon afterwards Saera was to begin her labour. Saera knew how this baby came to be but she didn't love it any less it wasn't the babe's fault
Saera sobbed and screamed as Rhaenyra held her hand. Saera panted screaming for the babe to get out of her. She pushed and pushed until a baby girl was born. It was 114 ac, the moon was full that night and so was Saera's, it was the 13th day of third moon, where Daella Targaryen was born. Saera smiled at the person who now made her heart whole again. Rhaenyra picked a dragon egg for her niece, even if she had lost her mother she would have her sister always.
This where our story begins, the tale Daella Targaryen. But i'm just a dwarf named mushroom who will tell her tall.
─── if u didn't read the books, Mushroom is a dwarf who was a jester at court up to Aegon III, and in the books he is the story teller, but most chapter will be written is his perspective or my ocs.
