𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓭 𝓢𝓸𝓷

Chapter 47 In Labor

LEMON (YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED)

Aegon led them toward a cushioned area by the window, the moonlight streaming in to create a serene glow. They settled down together, close but not too close, their fingers lightly intertwined as they talked softly. There was an undeniable tension in the air, but it was a tension born of affection and trust, not merely desire.

Rhaenyra was the first to speak, her voice gentle as she said, "This night isn't just about the physical, Aegon. It's about us... together, understanding what we mean to each other."

Aegon nodded, his heart swelling with a mix of emotions—love, respect, and the certainty that this was something special. "I've always cared for both of you," he replied quietly. "And I want you both to feel valued, cherished... loved."

Alicent, who had been quieter, finally spoke up, her voice wavering slightly with the weight of the moment. "This... this is new for me. But I trust you both. And I want this to be something we all share equally."

Alicent stood by, her eyes locked on Rhaenyra as she discarded her dress, revealing her unadorned beauty. A flutter of nerves coursed through her as she watched Rhaenyra and Aegon share a passionate kiss. With a soft touch, Rhaenyra began to assist Aegon in shedding his attire, the air thick with unspoken desire.

Alicent's expression shifted to one of surprise as she took in the considerable size of Aegon's member. In a moment of uncertainty, she closed her eyes, the situation feeling utterly new to her. When she dared to open them again, she found the two of them lying together on the bed. Rhaenyra grabbed Aegon's member and sat on it. Rhaenyra moaned loudly as she began riding him.

"This is what you would have missed, Alicent, had you chosen to decline," Rhaenyra said, her voice firm yet inviting. "Join us." Alicent rose, her hands trembling as she gradually let her nightgown fall away. She quickly wrapped her arms around herself, for this was the first time she had shown her body to anyone beyond her own blood.

When Rhaenyra had finished, she lay back on the bed, and Alicent shared a knowing look with Aegon. Their eyes spoke volumes, granting her the go-ahead to come closer. She stepped forward, mounting the bed with care. As she got nearer, Aegon positioned himself over her, enveloping her in his presence.

Alicent's breath caught in her throat, surprise washing over her. Rhaenyra rested beside her. "The first pain will only last a heartbeat," Rhaenyra comforted her. "I promise, you will find joy in this." Alicent nodded, her faith in Rhaenyra unwavering.

"Are you ready, Alicent?" he asked, and she gave a slight nod. He positioned himself between her legs, and in an instant, Alicent was struck by a wave of unbearable agony. A cry escaped her lips, echoing her torment.

The stillness of the night was shattered by the piercing scream that echoed through the halls of the Red Keep. Sylvina's voice, usually calm and composed, was now filled with panic and pain. Her chamber door burst open as maids rushed in, their faces pale with worry.

"Your Grace, are you all right?" one of the maids asked, her voice trembling as she approached Sylvina's bedside.

Sylvina, her face contorted in pain, glanced down at the sheets beneath her. Her breath hitched as she saw the unmistakable sign that her time had come. "My water... it's broken," she gasped, clutching her swollen belly as another wave of pain overtook her.

The lead maid, an older woman with years of experience, quickly took charge. "Prepare the room," she ordered the others. "We need to get the Queen comfortable and fetch the midwife immediately."