┊͙✧˖*°࿐ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚'𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 from the furthest point of Kings Landing as she was in the Red Keep. Her agony rang through her chambers, everyone in the Keep bowing their heads in pity and remorse for the young Princess. The agony was something that she had never felt before as it coursed through her body.

The pain of Lucerys death tore through her, burning her throughout her body as she tried to keep herself breathing despite everything.

Daelys's cries could be heard from where he was being tended to inside the Dragon Pit. Vhagar carrying him by Aemond's command from Storm's End back to Kings Landing with an unconscious Rhaella against the Prince's chest. Blood was all he had been able to see, and it was because of him his child was to come into the world prematurely and possibly without a heartbeat.

Rhaella was in and out of consciousness, listening to Aemond's apologies whispered against her head until she was in her chambers, maesters surrounding her as she screamed for them to get away from her. Stumbling from Aemonds arms and away from the bed he went to lay her on when she continued to fight him.

Her blood loss made her sway as she shakily walked around the room. Her silver hair was caked in red, strands falling from her braids, sticking to her sweaty skin.

Blood continued to pool around her feet as her child was persistent in making their appearance, Aemond's words echoing in her head as she shoved him away from her.

Aemond had reached for her, his hand ghosting against her back as she groaned in pain, her hands rubbing against her stomach. At his touch she flinched away and shoved him with all the strength she could muster. Nails raked against his arm, drawing blood when he reached for her once more despite her resistance.

There was nothing but hate in her eyes when she looked at him, a look that Aemond had never seen before. He had taken everything from her and he was nothing to her anymore.

The words he spoke to her before he called the maesters as he helped her out of her bloody clothes when she was still slightly unconscious brought tears of anger and sadness to her eyes. When he had begun peeling off the riding gear she was tearing his hands off of her the best she could, but he held her hands together and continued. He spat words he knew he did not mean, but they were said and there was no taking them back.

' Rhaella cried out as the pain in her abdomen continued to grow, her anger towards her husband pushing past as she kicked at him as he laid her on the bed to help her out of her bloody gear and into her small clothes. He hissed when her foot made contact with his abdomen, her hand slapping his away as she tried to push herself up and away from him.

She was unable to cause much damage due to the loss of blood and the pain that was coursing through her with every second that passed.

Aemond had paused throwing her leg down, letting go of the gentleness he once held for her due to her state. He gripped her wrists in his hands when she went to slap him once more. He pulled her close his eye narrowing in anger as he stared into her sad, and tired eyes. "This child is the only thing keeping you alive." The words were full of venom as he spat them at her, the girl flinching as he shook her. "Keep fighting me and there will be nothing I can do to save you once our child is gone."

Throwing her hands back down he continued to take off her boots and pants. Her cries could be heard, although he could not tell if they were from his harsh words or the pain of his child trying to come into the world. She did not fight him until she was dressed and the maesters were summoned. '

Remembering that moment was all that Rhaella needed to want to deliver her child herself just as her mother had when her sister had been born.

Her fingernails scraped against the stone as she rested against the wall, crying out as another gush of blood fell to the floor.

Aemond felt helpless, there was nothing he could do, not even comfort his wife as she had used to want him. He could only stand to the side with the maester, his arms out in preparation in case she were to fall. He stepped closer when she slid down the wall, sweat trailing down her face along with her tears. She continued to push as the maesters instructed from afar.

Rhaella held her hands out underneath her, not wanting the babe to hit the hard stone floor as she groaned in pain, pushing until the pressure was gone a feeling of release rushing through her. A pool of blood gushed onto the floor and a tiny body fell into her hands as she collapsed the rest of the way onto the ground.

The prince could only watch with bated breath as his wife breathed heavily as she cried, the babe's cries could not be heard as she brought them gently up to her chest, cradling the babe to her chest.

Rhaella nose crinkled in frustration as she rubbed her hand over her child's chest, a baby girl. Her daughter who was refusing to cry. She felt hope leave her body the longer she gently shook and rubbed her child and nothing happened.

She flinched back into the wall when Aemond crouched down in front of her. A cloth in his hand, holding up his other in surrender as he extended the material to her.

She shakily took it from him, her head snapping down to the little girl against her chest when the tiny being began wailing against her. Rhaella sobbed as she wrapped the white cloth around her child.

She pulled her closer, rocking back in forth as she kissed her child's head. She wasn't listening as the maester tried to take her child, turning away as she ran her finger over the white tufts of hair on top of her head.

Aemond stared in awe at the child he and his wife had created with the love and passion they once shared. The cries sounded like music to his ears as he cautiously moved closer to Rhaella whose eyes never moved from their daughter.

She didn't flinch when he moved his hand over their child's head, seemingly allowing him a moment with his daughter even after everything he had done to her.

Rhaella laid her head back against the wall, vision blurring as the child lay against her chest, Aemonds hand resting on the babe as his free hand caressed his wife's face.

A tear slipped down the Princess's face as black began to invade her sight, Aemonds eye flicking up when he noticed she started to lean as she faded into unconsciousness.

Aemond called out her name in worry, gently taking the child from her arms despite her weak protests, he handed their babe to the maester who stepped back as Aemond lifted Rhaella off the floor.

Her head lolled against his chest as he laid her on the bed, red staining both of their clothes. He kissed the top of her head as maesters rushed to tend to her, surrounding every side of them as he leaned her against him.

His eye closed in remorse when she spoke against his skin even with how weak she was.

  "I hate you."

Pressing another kiss to the top of her silver hair, a tear fell from his eye.

  "I know."

~

Rhaenyra couldn't feel anything, her hands falling from Daemons as he gripped her arms. His words echoed through her head.

Rhaella. Lucerys. Her grandchild.

The light from the fire flickered through the room, her legs stumbling underneath her. Her hands rubbed against her dress as her chest shook in agony.

Her silver hair fell in her face as she took deep breath after deep breath, seemingly never getting enough air to her lungs.

Her firstborn daughter, her son. Gone. For nothing.

Tears of anger fell down her cheeks, and down her neck. The men in the room watched with pity-filled gazes at the Queens agonizing signs of pain from the information Daemon had relayed to her.

Daemon's hand gripped his sword as tears formed but never dared to fall, feeling the loss of the children deeply. Almost as if they were his own.

With bated breath, everyone watched as Rhaenyra's hands gripped the material of her dress tightly in her hands as she stared into the flames. She slowly stood up from her crouched-over position, tears of sadness being replaced with tears of anger as she turned.

A war had been started by another's hand. But it would be ended by her own,

with fire and blood.