Ruin Me

Chapter Fifteen

(A/N: Trigger warning: this chapter contains mention of difficult/violent birth scenes. Please skip over it if this makes you uncomfortable.)

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Daenyra had vowed to never break, but she was getting fucking close to it.

It had taken five times of her laying with her husband before her belly began to swell. If anything, after they consummated their marriage, Daenyra had been somewhat eager to lay with him again. Granted she still did not desire to have him inside her, but every time he was, she was one step closer to having a son, no matter how unpleasant the experience was. And near ten moons later, she'd almost collapsed when pain erupted from her womb.

Now, Daenyra was on the verge of breaking as she screamed in the very bed she'd been raped in. She did not know how her mother endured this so many times and only had two daughters as a result. For an entire day and night, she had laboured and yet no baby had come as the Maesters and maids tended to her.

"Fuck! I can't take much more of this!" she cried as sweat had long since matted her hair and sheened her skin. Her hips were sore as if she could feel her very bones spread to try and make way for the baby. "AHHH, fucking hells!"

"I'm sure it won't be much longer now, Princess," Solena assured her as she dabbed a cool cloth on her forehead. Her wails echoed across the stone walls.

It was then that the Grand Maester for the Iron Islands, Crellen, came back into the room as he whispered to some of the other midwives.

"Sol-Solena. What is happening?" Daenyra cried as she gripped the woman's hand.

"I do not know, My princess. I shall find out."

Solena gave her hand a squeeze before she let go and stood to speak to the Maester. Daenyra's head flopped the other way on her sweat-soaked pillow. A million different positions it had seemed she tried and yet none of them eased her pain nor made the babe come any quicker.

"What?! No! no! You cannot do this!" came Solena's screaming voice as a knight seized her arm and began to pull her from the room.

"Solena?" Daenyra whispered. "Solena. Where are you going? What is -what is happening?"

"Princess!" was the last word Solena was able to scream before she was banished from the room and the other midwives gripped her ankles and yanked her down the bed, so she was flat on her back. Her already strained heart began to beat even faster if it were possible because she knew what would happen next.

This was her breaking point as she bucked and kicked against the hold of the midwives. She was the spare heir. The Princess destined to die like her mother did.

"I am sorry, Princess, but your husband has made his wishes clear," the Grand Maester said as her night dress was lifted over her belly, bearing her to the world.

"NO! NO PLEASE! NO! YOU CANNOT! PLEASE DO NOT! AHHHHH! PLEASE! YOU FUCKING CUNTS!" she screamed. She didn't think that she had it in her to scream anymore with how much she had done over the last day. But her raspy throat still had more in her as she fought through the pain from her labours and tried to wrench her limbs out from the woman and Maester who held her. this was her breaking point.

Daenyra Targaryen could weather many storms, but this would be the storm that weathered her.

Her heart, her lungs, her very womb felt as if it were about to explode as she screamed, and the cold metal of the blade rested on her skin. Daenyra scrunched her eyes tightly shut, not able to look this particular opponent in the eyes as she braced herself for the pain. She couldn't imagine the pain being worse than she already felt as the tears leaked from her eyes and her weakened body continued to struggle against her captors.