ᵈʳᵃᵍᵒⁿ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ

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[ reunite ]

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          warnings; childbirth.
                                 miscarriage.

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

You had grown so fond of your new home and had barely had enough time to say goodbye to it when you and the Targaryen's had made haste for King's Landing.

Ser Erryk smiled at you when you turned around, and you bounded across the small deck, rushing up the stairs and stopping beside him. "We're nearly there!" you exclaimed in happiness.

"That we are, my lady," he mused.

"Thank you," you said after a moment, turning to look at the knight. "You have been my silent protector over my time at King's Landing. You have delivered me here now, to my new family." You pressed your hand to your heart with a soft look in your eyes that had Ser Erryk nearly fainting. "For that, I am forever indebted to you."

"My lady, please, you do not have to-."

"I insist, Erryk," you interrupted with a chuckle. "I have a feeling that you never take any true thanks from the people you serve."

"You would be one of the first," Erryk revealed softly, before speaking again, "That, of course, pairing with the Queen Rhaenyra."

You chuckled, shaking your head, before moving your gaze to Dragonstone. It was so close. He was so close.

Within the hour, the ship had docked, and you and Ser Erryk were greeted upon the soldiers of Dragonstone. To your surprise, Daemon appeared from the horde with a slight smirk, nodding his head to you in greeting. 

"It is nice to see you back," he hummed, balancing his hands on his sword, Dark Sister.

"It is nice to be back," you responded with a smile.

"Come," the Rogue Prince beckoned, holding his hand out. "My wife misses you, and the boys won't stop their whining." You chuckled, shaking your head at the thought of your strong boys grumbling, awaiting your arrival.

You took Daemon's hand, and he led you through the swarm of soldiers who nodded at you in regards. The man led you up the stone stairs of the castle, before you finally entered the dark oceanside fortress. You had missed these hallowed halls, and the candlelight flickering off the deep grey rock walls, alongside rich tapestries portraying bloody battles and joyous ceremonies in Targaryen history. 

The familiar double doors of the main hall sparked a light in your heart. Some of the most important marks in your life happened in that room; meeting Jacaerys, playing with Joffrey, uniting with Rhaenyra on her plans of decorum, and soon, to reunite with them all.

The doors opened, and your eyes widened at the sight of Rhaenyra. She looked ever so beautiful, her glistening white hair grown by an inch. Her dark red gown emphasized the large, protruding pregnant belly.

The princess' eyes found your own once the sounds of the door creaking open had reached her ears, and you watched as she stood from the throne with a sweet, heart-wrenching grin. 

"Oh, my own heart!" she exclaimed, hands flying to her mouth. You smiled, running forward to her. Just as she reached the bottom of the stairs that led to the sacred seat, you were already in her arms, head pressed to her neck. 

"Rhaenyra..." you whispered, inhaling the floral scent she always seemed to exude. "I missed you."

"As have I, my sweet girl," she mumbled, pressing numerous kisses to your temple, soon moving to your cheeks as you giggled, her hands cupping your face. "I don't know how you've grown more beautiful."

"You are one to talk," you chuckled, looking down at her stomach. "How are you? And the babe?"

"We are fine," she sighed, pressing a hand over your own that planted onto her belly. "I think my little Visenya can sense the return of her aunt."

"Visenya," you repeated with a soft smile. "A beautiful name fit for what I'm sure will be a beautiful girl."

"Y/N...?" Spinning around, a cry of joy escaped your lips at the sight of Joffrey and Lucerys. The older of the two shouted your name again, before he grabbed his brother's hand and raced towards you. You let out a laugh as you crashed backwards from the weight of the boys, their happy snickers filling your heart.

"My sweet boys," you grinned, sitting up to look at them. "My, my, have you grown? You couldn't have!"

"Yuh-huh!" little Joffrey nodded excitedly, standing up to proudly show you his height. He didn't even look to have grown much, but you wouldn't crush his spirits.

"Soon you will be towering over me!" you gasped. 

Lucerys hugged you again whilst Joffrey held a look of ego, chin raised with a smug smile upon your appraisal. You were too caught up to realize the eyes of your betrothed focused on you, mouth hanging open and fists clenching. He didn't truly believe the sight in front of him, blinking rapidly to check if the Gods weren't playing a cruel trick on him.

Only they would know how much Jacaerys had missed you. You plagued his thoughts throughout the days and was the star of his dreams in the night. His heart was slow and melancholy, waiting for you to return so that it could beat for you as well.

You looked up, and your smile dropped into a face of pure shock when you found your Jacaerys standing by the door. Standing up from the ground, Lucerys and Joffrey moved to their mother and stepfather, the small family watching as you both simply stared at one another.

Rhaenyra had acted quickly, beckoning her children and husband to leave, ignoring the whispering pleads to watch the soft and sweet moment that was about to unfold. She was shocked when Daemon too protested.

You didn't even acknowledge them leaving, tilting your head as you stared at Jace. He took a step forward, then another, and then again. You wanted to reach out and hold him, but decided against it, allowing him to take his time as he slowly ventured towards you.

Jace's bottom lip quivered, and suddenly, a gasp left your parted mouth when he dropped to the carpeted ground, hands tightening around the skirt of your dress as he kneeled in front of you. You could see his shoulders shaking, and soon, the sound of his soft sobs filled the air.

"I thought... I thought I would never see you again," Jace whispered.

"Oh, my love," you murmured, fingers moving to his cheeks to lift his gaze. 

You lowered to the floor, your gown spilling around you as you gazed into his dark, brown eyes, a deep feeling of love overtaking your entire body. You swiped your thumbs under his eyes, the boy sniffling as he watched you, taking in all the features he had sworn to never sweep from his mind. 

"I missed you."

You grinned with an exhaled chuckle, and moved forward, circling your arms around his shoulders as his snaked around your waist. You felt his grip slowly tighten, a breath rushing out from your chest. His head rested against your clavicle, humming at the soft skin of your body. 

You moved backwards slightly, brushing your hands over the hair around his face before cupping his cheek. "I am home now," you whispered against his lips. "I am here... with you."

The arrival of Rhaenys had sparked havoc in Dragonstone, seeing as you had only arrived two hours prior. She had come unannounced, but not unwelcome. You had been sitting in the main hall with Rhaenyra and Daemon, the woman sitting close beside you as you worked on your embroidery from all those weeks ago for Jace's tunic.

At the sound of the door snapping open, and the heavy footfalls of what sounded to be two people, Rhaenys appeared on the steps, following a guard.

"The Princess Rhaenys Targaryen," he introduced.

"Thank you, Ser Lorent," Rhaenyra nodded, stepping forward to the head of the battle table. "Princess Rhaenys... Might we hope for news of Lord Corlys's recovery?"

"Viserys is dead." There was silence in the hall as Daemon slowly turned around, Rhaenyra becoming still. "I grieve this loss with you, Rhaenyra. My cousin, your father... possessed a kind heart."

"Rhaenyra..."

"Why didn't you tell me?" she weakly questioned you.

"I-... I was too caught in the moment with your family," you mumbled pitifully, shaking your head as tears sprung in your eyes. "There is more." Rhaenyra turned to you with a tilt of her head. "Aegon has been crowned as his successor."

Rhaenyra's lip parted, and as she tried to speak, a whimper came out instead. After a moment, she spoke, "They crowned him?"

"How did Viserys die?" Daemon asked, looking at you.

"He died in his sleep," you answered. "Quick and silent. His pain was relinquished as he took his last breath."

"How long ago?"

"Two weeks, at most," Rhaenys offered with a soft grimace. "Y/N, I'm sure, and myself were made prisoners in our quarters while the Queen made her preparations."

"Viserys has been slain," Daemon muttered to his wife.

"He wasn't," you denied, shaking your head. "He died in his bed. Viserys is at peace now, where the Old Gods shall judge him of his righteousness and selflessness."

"Alicent demanded you declare for Aegon," Rhaenyra murmured.

"She did," Rhaenys nodded, watching as the princess dipped her head. "I refused her."

"And yet, you are alive," Daemon observed.

"Do you question your lady?" she suddenly demanded, glancing at you, your eyes widening.

"What questioning is there to be done, my princess?" you countered.

"How did you escape?"

"Rhaenys-."

"With the help of Ser Erryk, he took me from my chambers and led me down to the docks, where we boarded a ship and made haste for nearly two weeks across the sea," you answered blatantly, cutting off Rhaenyra.

"Y/N, it's alright," she soothed, offering you a tight smile.

"My lady," Rhaenys mused, stepping closer. "On the day of the coronation, you stood close to a certain prince's side." 

Your heart plummeted in your chest as you defended yourself, "Alicent named Aemond as my gaurd. He forced me into my quarters upon the descent of you, who, as I recall, simply left without a tongue of fire from Meleys."

Rhaenys shook her head, before turning away from you and facing the princess. "The High Septon crowned Aegon in the Dragonpit. I witnessed it myself just before I fled on Meleys."

"They crowned him before the masses," Rhaenyra groaned out.

"So that the masses would see him as their rightful king," you finished.

"That whore of a Queen murdered my brother and stole his throne," Daemon spat, glaring at Rhaenys as he thought of what you stated. "And you could have burned them all for it."

"A war is like to be fought over this treachery, to be sure," she said. Daemon let out a short hum, and Rhaenys stepped forward. "But that war is not mine to begin. I only rushed this warning to you out of loyalty to my husband and to my house. The Greens are coming for you, Rhaenyra. And for your children. You should leave Dragonstone at once."

Rhaenys turned, her armor clinking as she walked towards the exit. You watched her retreating form before your gaze snapped back to Rhaenyra when she let out a pained groan. The woman too stopped, turning around to find her bent over the table.

"Rhaenyra," you whispered in alert, rushing over to her. 

She stared at you in fear, before rustling under her skirts and sticking her hand to her core. When she revealed her palm, you gasped at the sight of blood.

"The babe is coming," she announced hoarsely.

"Call the midwives!" you called to Ser Lorent, the man nodding frantically as he rushed out of the room. "Come, my princess. It is time to give birth to your beautiful Visenya."

Rhaenyra was slightly soothed by your coaxing voice, allowing you to lead her out of the room as Daemon could only watch in alarm.

Soon, you had led her into her chambers, quickly unsheathing her of all her skirts and dress, replacing it with a shifty nightgown. You stood by the door, ready to help her if needed, but the princess merely paced about the room, clutching her stomach.

The midwives surrounded you, walking into the room and setting up the bed whilst the elder nurse, Elinda, stood by your side.

"Her term is far from complete," the maester whispered to both you and Elinda. "This should not be happening."

Just as you were about to speak - quite brutally - Rhaenyra beat you to it, standing in front of the withering man with a deadly glare. "It is fucking happening."

"Keep your head about, princess. Come," Elinda spoke up.

Rhaenyra groaned and grunted as she moved further into the room. "You've done this five times before," you joked softly, hearing her let out a breathy chuckle before sucking in a breath through her teeth as another painful contraction hit her.

"Keep your spirit, and the sixth will be no different," another midwife said.

"Get off, get off, get off!" Rhaenyra suddenly shouted, rushing away from the prying hands of the women. "Ow, ow, ow!"

"My princess, listen to me," you murmured, capturing her attention.

"Y/N," she whined softly, causing your heart to seize at the sight of her distraught face. It was as if she was calling for her mother; distraught and in pain, in need of your soothing hands and words.

"I'm right here," you whispered, surging forward and taking her hands, not caring for her sweat and blood to coat your skin. "Take deep breaths for me, my princess. Follow me, follow me." 

Your chest rose and fell, and Rhaenyra found herself repeating the gesture, rapidly nodding her head in thanks.

"Mother?" a voice sounded, and you looked over, finding Jace and Luke by the door, eyes wide.

"Oh, fuck," Rhaenyra grumbled.

"Princess," the maester called for her, and after a moment, she finally pulled her gaze from the floor to her sons.

"Your grandsire, King Viserys, has passed," she said rather simply, exhaustion in her tone.

"V-Viserys?" Luke repeated.

"The Greens have repudicated the succession and claimed the Iron Throne," she continued.

You could see the pure tiredness she was exuding, so you took it upon yourself to ease her tongue, voicing for her, "Aegon has been crowned king."

"What is to be done about it?" Jace asked in determination, jaw clenched.

"Nothing yet," Rhaenyra said.

"And where is Daemon?"

"I don't know. Gone to madness. Gone to plot his war."

"Leave Daemon with me," Jace demanded, turning to rush out of the room.

"Jace," you called, sighing when he continued walking, having to raise your voice, "Jacaerys!" The boy finally stopped, standing still as he didn't look at you, not wishing to witness the pain in his mother's eyes. "Whatever claims remains to Rhaenyra, you are now its heir. Naught is to be done, but by her command. Think rationally, my love."

Jacaerys gazed at you, before nodding in agreement, whisking out of the room, leaving you to spin around to a crying Rhaenyra.

Visenya was a stubborn little girl, you had joked to Rhaenyra in hopes to raise her spirits. She had been in labor for over a day and wanted to drop to the floor and sleep for over twelve moons.

Rhaenyra had travelled around the room for hours, you often following her with a cloth to wipe away her sweat. However, in the passing hour, her screams had become longer and more pained, and she would swat you away, kinder to you then she was the midwives.

The princess moved away from you, and you felt tears spring to your eyes when she fell to the floor, hand tightening around one of the wooden knobs of a close-by chair.

"Princess, let us help you," one of the midwives begged.

"No!" she groaned, squeezing a bundle of her bloody dress in her hand as she yelled at her baby, "Get out!"

"Princess, please!"

"You should not do this alone," you cried.

At the sound of squelching, your hand flew to your mouth as a gasp escaped you, watching as Rhaenyra's head flew back in agony, a shriek ripping from her throat. She reached into her core, and you could only watch with a whimper of fright as she pulled her daughter from her womb.

Rhaenyra breathed heavily and shakily as a still-born Visenya slipped down her dress and onto the cold, stone floor.

One of the midwives cried, hand raising to her forehead as she turned around, and Elinda offered her comfort by embracing the young girl.

Rhaenyra landed on the ground after shifting down against the wall behind her, tired eyes gazing on her daughter as she slowly lifted the baby into her arms. 

Daemon paused in the doorway, staring at his wife as she rocked not only their dead daughter but herself in a calming manner.

You could say nothing, do nothing. But you could hold her, console her crying form as she wept in your arms. So, that's what you did. You slowly walked over to her and leaned down on your knees. Taking Rhaenyra from her trance as she stared at her bloody babe in her hands, you moved forward and held the mourning mother. You did not care for the blood, only wishing to console her.