Lady Alyssa Baratheon becomes the Lady of Storm's End after her father Boremund dies in a jousting accident at the tourney for King Viserys new heir. When it's time for her to marry, the only one of any promise is Prince Daemon Targaryen.
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Rhaenyra waited patiently outside the throne room doors. Her uncle had come to her earlier, asking for her assistance in his proposal of courtship to Alyssa.
A part of her was a little jealous, but when she saw the urgency in her uncle's face Nyra swore to help him. He was so unhappy with his marriage to Lady Royce that if he could find happiness in Alyssa, then Rhaenyra could swallow her childhood crush. She prayed to the fourteen flames that it would come true.
The throne room door flew open with Alyssa rushing past with no sword to the Princess and two knights. Ser Criston bounded after her, "My lady!"
Rhaenyra ran after Alyssa too, past the sworn shield, and caught her friend by the arm. Alyssa spun around, a huge blush forming on her cheeks. "He asked?"
"You knew!!!?!" Alyssa cried, "Nyra!"
The Princess let out an infectious laugh, that echoed down the corridor. "He asked so nicely dear Alyssa. I couldn't say no. If father approves the marriage, you could be my aunt as well as the sister I choose for myself."
Okay, that was it! Alyssa was going to cry! In front of her new Sworn Shield and a Kingsguard for crying out loud! She was an ugly crier! "You are my very best friend."
The Princess and the heir to the Stormlands hugged each other. "Oh! Come!" Alyssa grabbed onto Nyra's hand. "My father is letting me send that Old Hag of a midwife to overlook the Queen. She has given her permission as well."
After turning to her chambers, Alyssa secured her new gifts in a safe place, before sending a page flying to the part of the Red Keep where the servants were housed. In the span of half an hour, he returned with a Hag looking of a woman, with white hair, and withered hands. "My lady, has your father asked for your annual examination?"
"No old Nan. Your services are going to be required in the Queen's birthing chamber. She is having a stressful pregnancy, and the Queen has permitted you to examine her."
Alyssa and Nyra ordered the old midwife to follow them to the Queen's main bed chamber. The guards let them in, with the Queen still sitting by the window.
"Your Grace." Alyssa curtsied before kissing Aemma's cheek. "This is Old Nan, the midwife I told you about."
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Aemma moved to greet the old midwife but clutched at the pain in her back. Old Nan immediately took charge of the situation. "Oi! Girl!" Old Nan barked at a handmaiden pouring some ale in a cup for the Queen. "Get that disgusting ale away from her Grace! Bad for baby! Water! Boiled to clear!" The handmaiden dashed away, half in fright, the other half to carry out the midwife's order. Nan turned her gaze to a group of page boys. "You lazy sods get a bath prepared, hot water and I mean hot! Towels, and warm blankets!"
As the old lady barked orders to the Queen's household, three women watched in amusement. "I trust she has also helped lead an army into battle," Rhaenyra said, in awe of the old woman.
