The Dragon's Legacy

Chapter Ninty-Nine

Visenya would have clenched her fists and grab a sword and grab a sword to cut a soul down but yet the heavy weight she bore slowed her.

She paced around angirly with a pain she that only tested her resolved and yet she fought for it as she held her back as she felt the excruciating pain and weight on her back.

Valarr paced in the room as Visenya too walked around the birthing chamber, holding her swollen belly as sweat covered every part of her.

Visenya kept refusing Valarr or midwives to come near her, threatening them through her pain.

"Princess Please! Allow us to help you!" One of the midwives pleaded.

"No one dares to fucking touch me!" Visenya yelled in pain as she placed her hands on her knees as the extercusating pain covered her body as whole that would have crushed that of a man, but yet Visenya was no man. "This is my battlefield! I will fight it alone. Get in my way and I will make you regret it!"

She bore the name of her great-grandmother.

She was a princess.

She was a dragon.

She would birth her child with her might and strength alone just as her namesake, Queen Visenya the conquror, birthed her grandfather Maegor the Mighty.

She was Visenya Targaryen, just as much Queen Visenya Targaryen was Visenya Targaryen.

Visenya screamed in pain and anger as she finally sat on the edge of the bed, and the midwives ceased the opportunity, one trapped Visenya from behind, preventing her from moving any longer, and the others with warm towels and warm water sat down beneath her, waiting for the moment.

Visenya no longer could protest. Pain and weight had struck her down.

Valarr too walked past Lana and midwives and placed his hand on his sister-wife's thigh and spoke in high Valyrian. "Stay with me, my deity."

"Push, Princess! Push!" Lana said aloud, cutting Valar off. "For the love of your child, push!"

And with all her might, Visenya screamed as she felt her nails digging deep into Valarr's forearm like a blade, she suddenly felt empty, and along with her scream, came a fainter but stronger screams and cries.

Visenya's ears whistled. She couldn't hear. But she could see her child... she could hear her child.

And then, the voice of Lana came as she held her child in her arms as she wrapped the newborn babe in a black towel.

"It's a boy!" Lana announced as she held the newborn babe, wrapped in a black towel.

A boy.

She has brought forth a son.

Her son.

Hers.

A son.

"A son?" Visenya whispered as her deep violet eyes that had turned red as a result of hours of pain.

"A son!" Valarr laughed uncontrollably as a few tears rolled down his handsome face.

She could not believe it. She would not believe it, not until she would hold him in her arms. Not until she could feel the presence of the being she had created with her flesh amd blood.

"My baby..." Visenya whispered as she stretched her arms as she sat up. "Lana... Give me my son. I want my son."

But Lana herself was a world of her own as she held the babe in her arms.

The great-grandson to her lady.

The Great-Grandson to Lady Ceryse.

But then she felt the strong hand of Prince Valarr on her shoulder, as he stretched his arms so he could hold his son.