My Heart, My Ruin

Prolouge

22 ac Kingslanding

Maegors pov

I could hear my good-sister's screams well into the night. I finally gave up trying to fid sleep once the hour of the owl came, I climbed out of my bed and went to where I knew my brother would be waiting until his wife had given birth to their child. She's been in labor since yesterday at the hour of the wolf, surely she should have had the babe by now.

When I walked in I saw mother and father standing next to each other whispering as my brother sat in a chair sobbing.

"What's wrong, she's been in labor since yesterday, shouldn't the babe be here?" I ask as I rub the drowsiness from my eyes.

I watch mother and father look at each other silently having a conversation with only their eyes. Probably deciding if I should know or not. But it is not them who answers but my sniffling brother.

"The babe won't come, the Maesters think Alyssa's contractions are too weak." Aenys sobs out.

"These are just guesses my son, they are giving her a concoction now to strengthen them." Father says rubbing Aenys back as he sobs into his hands.

I look at Mother and see a scowl on her face, she never liked how Father treats Aenys compared to me says he "treats him like some infant looking for their Mother's teat." and in this moment of watching his brother sob so openly, he wonders if his mother is right.

"What would happen if the concoction doesn't work?" I ask looking from my brother to my Mother.

"Then we will have to choose who lives, the babe or the Mother." Mother responds in a cold calculating tone. This only makes Aenys sob more.

"But it will not come to that, we have the greatest Maesters in all of the seven Kingdoms we have nothing to fear." Father says trying to reassure Aenys again as he glares at Mother.

Mother scoffs and takes a sip of her amber gold wine, she doesn't like it as much as Dornish red but ever since Rhaenys death she won't touch anything to do with the Dornish. She often says. "They took my sister with that scorpion arrow, I suppose I am glad they had horrible aim and Meraxes did not perish either. If this, me not drinking their wine is the only way I can show how I hate them, then I will."

Mother and Father say Meraxes had seen the arrow coming, she had tried to dive so it wouldn't his either her or Aunt Rhaenys, but she hadn't noticed quick enough, and the arrow had split her in two. Meraxes has been inconsolable since her rider's death, but Father has said he swears he sees her flying above Kingslanding over the last moon, as if looking, searching for something. This is odd as she much prefers the sulfur rocks and salty air of Dragonstone compared to Kingslandings stench and filth.

I can not blame the dragon though, I do as well, I'd much rather be on our ancestral home instead of this filth-ridden city.

We all flinched, well besides Mother, when we hear a bone-chilling scream from Alyssa, and then it all went quiet. I hear Aenys sob more thinking his wife as perished until we hear the cries that only a healthy babe could make.

Aenys bolts out of his chair and rushes to his wife, Mother, and Father not far behind them. I sigh in relief knowing I can finally get some much-needed sleep. 

The next morning I go to visit my new niece, when I enter I see my good-sister asleep on the birthing bed with new sheets dorning it so the stench of blood isn't as pungent in the air. I turn and look at my brother who is smiling down at a bundle in his arms.

Are babes truly that small, Alyssa was huge and the bundle doesn't even reach the length of my brother's forearm.

I'm cut out of my musing when Aenys looks at me smiling waving me over trying to keep quiet as to not wake his wife or the babe.

"Come meet your niece, Rhaella." He says as he rests the babe into my arms making sure I hold her right.

When I look down I see her looking up at me with the most gorgeous lavender eyes I've ever seen, they take my take my breath away. I shake my head trying to gain my bearings again.

"She's so small, is she supposed to be this small?" I ask as I move some of the blanket to see a swarm of silver-white curls atop her little head.

"I had asked the Maesters the same thing, they said it's normal for the first to be small." He responds touching the tufts of hair upon her head.

I nod not taking my eyes off hers, I couldn't look away even if I wanted to. I sit on a plush armchair staring at her, staring at the very being who seems to keep my heart pumping now, the very thing I will always adore and cherish, the one thing, one person I could never hurt. I knew in this moment she would be the very focal point of my heart, but she would also be my very ruin.