129 AC:

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DRAGONSTONE

The cruciating hours of Rhaenyra struggling to give birth had finally ended. To cheer the mood up the girls tried to tell stories to one another, but they would still be able to hear Rhaenyra's screams.

They just gave up only to listen to Rhaenyra through the thin walls that gave them the chills.

Rhaenya felt sorry, she felt horrible for what Rhaenyra was going through, the castle was quiet and Baela had fallen asleep on her lap. Rhaena leaned on Rhaenya's shoulder as Jace walked in.

"I see that they have fallen asleep," Jace smiled, a warmth in his eyes as he observed Rhaenya, who had inadvertently become a human pillow for his sisters.

Rhaenya quickly nodded, her attention shifting to the peacefully slumbering Baela. She gently brushed her hand over Baela's hair, a tender gesture laden with a mix of affection and responsibility. "I'm fine, is your mother okay?"

"I was just going to see her... I heard it was a girl," Jace looked down, his tone tinged with wistfulness. "I could've had a baby sister."

Jace's unexpected vulnerability caught Rhaenya off guard. She could sense the moment's weight on his shoulders, the realization settling in. "Jace... it was my fault, it was my mother's fault... I should go-" Rhaenya began, a reflex to take responsibility for the events that led to her sister going through a miscarriage.

"No, stay," Jace insisted, his eyes pleading with her to remain. During their family troubles, Rhaenya brought comfort and stability, shining as a positive presence to the children of Dragonstone.

Baela stirred awake. "Rhaenya, sorry for falling asleep on you!" she smiled, her apology accompanied by a youthful innocence that lightened the atmosphere.

"You two go on, I'll be with Rhaena," Rhaenya smirked at Jace and Baela, encouraging them to seize a moment of privacy. Jace, initially uncertain, received a silent assurance from Rhaenya.

"Go," she mouthed, prompting them to leave the room. Rhaenya turned her attention to Rhaena, who was still asleep.

With a gentle touch, she woke Rhaena, and together they navigated the challenge of getting her up. "We should probably go," Rhaenya suggested, a mix of responsibility and consideration in her voice.

Rhaena yawned and nodded, her eyes adjusting to the surroundings. Rhaenya offered her a supporting arm, and the two linked arms as they headed towards the gathering. Amidst the flow of people, Rhaenya took a moment to address Rhaena directly.

"Stay with your sister, okay?" Rhaenya instructed, her concern evident in both words and expression.

Rhaena smiled at Rhaenya, a genuine appreciation shining through her drowsy gaze. "Thank you," she expressed, her voice carrying a soothing quality that seemed to acknowledge the unspoken understanding between them.

"For what?" Rhaenya responded, a touch of confusion in her expression.

"For being a good pillow," Rhaena chuckled, injecting a light-hearted comment. It had made the feeling somewhat lighter.

Rhaenya gave a small laugh, and the shared moment between the two carried a sense of friendship.

As Rhaena went to go find Baela, Rhaenya went to go find her sister, who looked very pained. She touched her sister's hand.

"Rhaenyra," Rhaenya softly said, as she hugged her sister, she was feeling the grieving pain of her sister.  "I am so sorry,"

"It isn't your fault; it was theirs," Rhaenyra consoled, enfolding her grieving sister in a tight embrace. "It was a girl... I named her Visenya."

Tears welled in Rhaenya's eyes as she hugged her sister even tighter. "You didn't deserve any of this, I swear."

In the quiet room, Rhaenyra whispered, her eyes soft and innocent like angels. "Rhaenya?"

"Mhm?" Rhaenya responded, meeting her sister's gaze, a glimmer of hope reflected in her eyes.

"If your child is a girl... will you name it Visenya?" Rhaenyra's request hung in the air as she closed her eyes, envisioning the child she had lost.

Rhaenya studied her sister, a solemn promise forming on her lips. "I will do anything for you, and I will fight my husband to name her Visenya."

A soft laugh escaped Rhaenyra. "Don't fight him too hard."

"Shall we go?" Rhaenya suggested, her eyes shifting to the world outside where people were waiting.

Her sister nodded, a quiet agreement, as Rhaenya took her hand, leading her towards the gathering outside. "Go, Rhaenyra. I'll stay behind." She kissed her sister's hand, a silent show of support, as Rhaenyra, now with Daemon's arm, ventured forth to face the world and the bittersweet reality of the tiny life lost.

Rhaenya stayed behind respectfully watching from behind next to Lady Elaena. After five healthy sons, Rhaenyra couldn't have one surviving daughter because of her family. Rhaenya's head fell as she felt guilty for being related to Aegon.

The calm waves and crackling of the fire burning the small corpse were heard until footsteps arrived and Rhaenya had a breath of relief. Ser Erryk had arrived with what she wanted, Rhaenya tapped Elaena and Elaena nodded telling her to talk to him.

In hushed tones, Rhaenya leaned in towards Ser Erryk, her words almost lost in the air. "Did you bring it? King Jaehaerys' crown?"

With a practiced finesse, Ser Erryk opened his pouch, revealing the aged crown. Rhaenya's smirk played subtly across her face as she gazed at the symbol of authority. Her attention shifted to the true Queen, now immersed in grief.

Ser Erryk, understanding the gravity of the moment, gently took Rhaenya's hands, and together, they began to navigate through the crowd.

All around, eyes followed the unconventional pair as they made their way. Murmurs rippled through the crowd, speculation building with every step Rhaenya and Erryk took. The weight of the old crown carried both history and defiance, adding to the intrigue surrounding their purpose.

Finally, they reached a discreet distance behind Rhaenyra and Daemon. Sensing the moment to act, Rhaenya cleared her throat, a subtle signal cutting through the ambient noise. All eyes turned towards her as she and Ser Erryk stood, the stolen crown now a silent proclamation in their hands.

"I mean no harm, brothers. I swear to ward the Queen... with all my strength... and give my blood for hers. I shall take no wife... hold no lands... father no children." He started as Rhaenyra looked at him and his hand pulled out the crown. "I shall guard her secrets... obey her commands... ride at her side, and defend her name and honor. My Queen,"

Rhaenya looked at Rhaenyra, her back stood up straighter and she looked like a Princess. A true princess.

"It was Princess Rhaenya, who made sure I brought this here to you," Ser Erryk stated as he handed the crown to the young princess.

Rhaenya looked at the crown and then at Daemon who was in her way. He moved out of the way for her and Rhaenyra looked at her younger sister. She tilted her head a bit and Rhaenya got onto her tiptoes placing the crown perfectly on her head.

The nervous silence went across the crowd and Rhaenya's heart was thumping as she saw her sister react. The people she looked at were her supporters, the supporters of a true queen, who belonged on the Iron Throne.

"Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, First of Her Name, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men. Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm!" Rhaenya yelled as she watched everyone get on their knees.

"My queen," Rhaenya proudly said, as she got down her knee looking up at her sister.

Rhaenya looked around at the people who supported her, a roar came by behind Rhaenyra. Syrax had seen it and the princess smiled at her Queen, the silence with the wind blowing.

Soon everyone was headed back into the castle, Rhaenya had to leave before it was too late. Rhaenyra took her hand and kissed it, "You are no Green, you are a Targaryen,"

Rhaenya smiled at her sister, "I wish, but my blood is filled with Hightower sadly, but my Queen, I love you,"

She smiled at her sister and Rhaenyra smiled back at her, "Come here I have something to give you,"

Rhaenyra brought Rhaenya to her closest of her fullest possessions, her clothes from when she was crowned heir to the Iron Throne, and the outfit she wore to protect Luke.

"I want you to have this outfit, it is the same outfit I was named heir to the Iron Throne, the dress is loose, you should be able to wear it now," Rhaenyra explained, and she took it off the rack and helped Rhaenya pack it, up for her to take. "Your mother helped me put this dress on..."

Rhaenya looked at herself in the mirror, "Do you think she's looking for me?"

"Your mother? She's probably lost her mind by now," Rhaeynra said rolling her eyes, "I have to go but the dress will look amazing my daughter,"

Rhaenyra kissed her sister on the forehead and Rhaenya flushed with excitement. She admired her dress and she could feel a set of eyes staring at her. She turned to see who it was, Jace.

"Jace!" Rhaenya smiled as she brought him into the room. She hadn't put the dress on because she was scared of it tearing. Her stomach was getting just extremely too large for liking.

"You look beautiful," He smiled at her as a conversation was able to be heard between Daemon, Rhaenys, and Rhaenyra. His hand rested on her stomach again, and she gave him a warm smile.

"I should go soon, I will cause something sooner or later," Rhaenya sighed looking out the window.

The sky was even more beautiful than ever and she wanted to ride through the skies, but she wasn't going to do that for the protection of the baby.

"You don't belong with them, you belong here with us," Jace complained as he took her hand, he kissed it one last time. "I will come to get you after all this is over!"

"Jace you belong to Baela, Baela is your wife now," Rhaenya acknowledged, she did feel bad for Baela.

"I've always wanted you though, always, you were mine until the betrothal got broken off when we were two and you were always by my side, we deserved to be married to one another," Jace's hands went to her cheek. "I love you, you stay safe, okay?"

Rhaenya nodded as she felt like this goodbye was going to be the last, she looked at him with her purple eyes and kissed him on the cheek.

"I love you too, you need to stay the safest, maybe the next time you see me I might have this child by then," Rhaenya laughed, "But I must go okay, I love you Jacaerys,"

Elaena was packing the princesses' things and putting them on a ship as things were rushed to get packed. They hurried onto the ship as more ladies quickly rushed onto the ship. She needed to hurry back home before someone saw them. She looked back at Rhaenys, as she held the princess's hand.  "The Greens are here, you must go now!"

Rhaenya nodded in eeriness and she quickly hurried onto the ship, "Tell them I love them!"

The ship shut and Rhaenya watched Dragonstone disappear into the distance.

Otto Hightower had arrived at Dragonstone, he had met with Princess Rhaenyra, who had now corrected herself as Queen Rhaenyra.

"Princess Rhaenya, she was here, where is she?" Was the first question out of Otto's mouth?

"Home. You are too late," Rhaenyra looked at him, "My daughter- my sister went home,"

"She is no daughter to you, and never be one of yours," Otto stood up for his daughter Alicent.

Rhaenyra looked at him in all seriousness, "She is more than a sister, she is my daughter,"

Otto looked at her before saying something else, more conflict was going to go down. The ship sailed steadily through the waters, and Rhaenya lay on the seats, caressing her stomach.

The excitement for the impending birth mingled with the discomfort of the journey, knowing it would be challenging without having nausea. Her gaze shifted between her own body and the quiet figure of Elaena, still embroidering nearby.

Elaena noticed Rhaenya's contemplative expression and offered a gentle smile. "What is it?"

As a slight cramp rippled through Rhaenya's stomach, she met Elaena's gaze with a determined look. "Contractions..."

The red-haired girl sprang into action, summoning another lady to assist. Rhaenya's appointed ladies-in-waiting rushed in, their faces filled with concern. "Time the contractions, and make sure that the princess is well," Elaena instructed, her tone urgent. "Lady Elaena, go tell the Captain to hurry this boat up."

The ship transformed into a controlled chaos, with everyone focused on ensuring Rhaenya's comfort. The early onset of contractions surprised them, but the urgency mirrored Queen Alicent's history of early deliveries.

Despite the pain, they pressed on, realizing they still had a way to go before reaching King's Landing. Taking the dragon was an option, but safety prevailed over speed. Rhaenya groaned, her distress evident, as the boat continued its journey through the unpredictable sea.

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ON THE SEA

The second day on the ship brought more discomfort, and Rhaenya's contractions intensified, each wave feeling like hell. With just an hour left until their arrival, there was a sense of urgency. Thankfully, there was no crowning yet, but it was apparent the baby was reluctant to make its entrance into the world.

Elaena approached the weary princess, her touch a comforting gesture against the backdrop of pain. The ship's gentle sway mirrored the rhythmic ebb and flow of Rhaenya's contractions, creating a challenging dance between anticipation and suffering.

129 AC:

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KING'S LANDING

Finally, they had arrived at King's Landing and Rhaenya could barely walk properly, she needed someone to carry her. Ser Robert, one of the sons of her father's old guards came and looked at her. "Princess let me, take you..."

Rhaenya put her arms around him and he picked her up, the knight quickly hurried to put her down into her chambers. There was no time to wait, she was dilating and the child might be coming soon.

The princess groaned and she wanted to push, but her ladies told her not to, she held on for dear life to Ser Robert and he arrived in her chambers and placed her on the bed. Then he called for midwives and Queen Alicent.

Rhaenya wanted Helaena and Aemond here... she begged for them, but no one would tell her where Aemond went. Helaena hurried into her chambers as she saw her sister going into labor and she came right by her side.

"Breathe Rhaenya, Breathe, I'm here now," Helaena whispered as a midwife propped her legs up so they could see how far the baby was.

The Dowager Queen came by her daughter, quickly caressing her hair, "It was dangerous! You should've never gone!"

Alicent's scolding words echoed through the room, chastising her daughter for leaving King's Landing. Rhaenya responded with a groan, her eyes heavy with the weight of pain and despair. A small sob escaped, tracing a path down her cheek as she held Helaena's hand for support.

"Where is Aemond? I want Aemond!" Rhaenya cried out, her desperate plea for her husband met with an agonizing silence. Tears streamed down her face as the absence of answers intensified her distress.

The midwife's touch on her swollen stomach provided a brief distraction, but another midwife's urgent yell pierced the room, "She is finally fully dilated! Tell the princess to push!"

Fear etched Rhaenya's face as she looked to her mother for comfort, but the room demanded action. Following the midwife's directive, Rhaenya pushed, her anguished screams echoing through the chamber. The air was thick with the tragic melody of pain, uncertainty, and a desperate yearning for the absent Aemond.

Lady Elaena Snow stood by Rhaenya's side, a pillar of support in the chamber engulfed by the intensity of childbirth. The flickering candlelight cast shadows on the walls, mirroring the emotional tumult within the room.

Alicent Hightower, Queen Dowager, and mother, maintained a stern composure, her eyes betraying both concern and determination. As Rhaenya pushed, the atmosphere resonated with the echo of her anguished screams.

Beads of perspiration formed on her forehead, her body tense with the raw intensity of the birthing process. Lady Elaena, with a calming presence, whispered words of encouragement, her hand offering solace amidst the storm of pain.

The chamber was fraught with tension and a heaviness that seemed to hang in the air. Rhaenya lay on the bed, beads of sweat forming on her forehead as she looked to her mother for comfort. Alicent, though concerned, wore an expression of steely determination.

The room demanded action, and every heartbeat felt like an eternity.

Lady Elaena Snow, the midwife, moved with practiced efficiency, her hands guiding the delicate dance of birth. Her eyes, a mix of empathy and expertise, met Rhaenya's, silently communicating the shared burden of this moment. "Push, Princess, the babe is almost here," she urged.

Rhaenya's grip on the sheets tightened, her nails digging into the fabric. Fear etched her face, mirroring the intensity of the ordeal. She longed for Aemond's presence, his reassuring strength, but the absence loomed large.

Her anguished screams resonated through the chamber, a haunting melody of pain and desperation.

Alicent, positioned at Rhaenya's side, offered words of encouragement, her voice unwavering despite the concern etched on her face. "You're doing well, Rhaenya. Just a little more," she assured, a mother's support transcending the complexities of their relationship.

As Rhaenya pushed, the room seemed to pulse with a primal energy. Shadows flickered on the walls, cast by the flickering candlelight.

The scent of herbs and the faint aroma of burning incense lingered, attempting to mask the raw intensity of the moment.

The midwife's hands moved with a grace born of experience, coaxing life into the world. Rhaenya's body tensed with each contraction, her breath catching in her throat.

The pain, like a relentless tide, surged through her, a symphony of agony punctuated by the rhythmic cadence of her labored breaths.

The tension in the room heightened, the anticipation of new life intermingling with the echoes of pain. Rhaenya's body arched, a primal instinct taking over as she pushed with every ounce of strength within her. Lady Elaena's voice, a calm anchor in the tempest, guided her through the final moments.

And then, in a crescendo of relief and joy, a cry filled the room. The midwife held the newborn, cradling the fragile life in her hands. A hushed silence settled over the chamber, the weight of the preceding moments lifting like a dissipating storm.

Alicent, her eyes shimmering with a mix of exhaustion and elation, looked to Rhaenya. "It's a girl," she announced, her voice carrying a soft reverence.

Rhaenya, breathless and fatigued, turned her gaze to the tiny miracle now in Lady Elaena's hands.

The newborn, swaddled in blankets, squirmed and cried, announcing her arrival to the world. Alicent, Helaena, and Lady Elaena shared a knowing look, a silent acknowledgment of the shared journey they had just traversed.

The room, once charged with tension, now vibrated with the delicate melodies of new life, as the weight of the past gave way to the promise of the future. Rhaenya's tears of joy mingled with the infant's cries, creating a symphony of emotions in the dimly lit chamber. The small streams rolled down her cheeks, tracing the contours of happiness and relief.

She held her daughter close to her chest, a newfound sense of responsibility settling upon her like a gentle mantle. The baby, nestled in her arms, seemed fragile and yet carried an innate strength that resonated with Rhaenya's vulnerability.

The room was charged with an overwhelming sense of tenderness as Rhaenya cradled the small babe. She hesitated to move as if any sudden motion might disrupt the delicate balance of this precious moment.

A gasp escaped her lips, a mixture of awe and trepidation as she embraced the reality of motherhood. "Hello!"

Behind her, Helaena, her sister, appeared a silent pillar of support. She caressed Rhaenya's head, the familial bond weaving an unspoken understanding between them.

The air was thick with shared joy, the birthing chamber transformed into a sanctuary of familial love.

"So, what are you going to name her?" Helaena's voice, a gentle melody, broke the silence, and her eyes held a curious spark.

"Visenya," Rhaenya answered, the name emerging with a hesitant grace. She glanced up at her mother, Alicent, whose eyes reflected pride and warmth.

The choice of the name carried a weight of tradition, a tribute to the Targaryen legacy, and Rhaenya felt a surge of connection to the lineage that bound her family.

With a delicate touch, Rhaenya placed Visenya on her chest, ensuring the intimate skin-to-skin contact that the midwife insisted upon. The small babe wriggled, seeking warmth and comfort from her mother's embrace.

Rhaenya gazed down at Visenya, her heart swelling with a newfound love that was as boundless as the sea.

The midwife, ever watchful, ensured that this moment was not only one of joy but also of physical connection. The room embraced the trio—the mother, the newborn, and the elder sister—

As Rhaenya held Visenya, a sense of completion settled within her as if a missing piece had finally fallen into place. The troubles from before, the political games, and the broken relationships briefly faded away, overshadowed by the goodness of the moment.

Rhaenya cradled Visenya against her, the flickering candlelight casting a gentle glow on the tableau of newfound love. The two only had to wait for the same man to get home...

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A/N: POOKIE WOOKIE