Rhaegar's

"Your grace," Arianne was nudged awake by the Maester, it was dark in the room, the full moon outside showing that she'd slept for a long time. "Your grace, are you alright?"

Arianne looked around, moving the covers from her bed and taking pillows from her side to sit comfortably. "Yes, did I sleep through it?"

"Sleep through what your grace?"

"The birth?"

The Maester stifled a laugh, "no. As I said before, these things take time."

"Well hurry up then," Arianne said, looking down to her stomach. As if on cue, the babe inside her kicked down on her lower stomach, causing Arianne to let out a cry. She took the prayer wheel that was placed on the table next to the bed and placed it under the pillow. "Okay, what do we do now?"

"We wait. The babe will continue kicking until it is ready to come. I will have the maids prepare the room," the Maester smiled, shuffling from the room.

Arianne groaned uncomfortably, the waves outside soothing her somewhat. The door opened; it was Rhaegar. "Are you alright?"

Yes, I am alright! Arianne thought to herself, watching as he stood over the bed, resting his hand over her stomach. The door opened and maids dressed in dark dresses entered, holding towels, covers, pillows, steaming jugs and empty bowels. Behind them followed a guard, he held in hands the cradle they had brought from Kingslanding.

"Shall we put a dragon's egg in it?" Rhaegar joked. He had told Arianne about the old practice of Targaryen's placing dragon's eggs in their children's cradles and waiting for them to hatch.

"Rhaegar, I'm not in the mood for jokes," Arianne said, clenching her fists as a sharp pain went down her spine. She was never a loud person, but the pain was truly testing her.

Another woman clad in white entered the room.

"Your grace," she nodded. "I am one of the wet nurses and will be helping you give birth. My name is Georgia."

Arianne nodded at her, trying to say hello but her words coming as a hhhhhhhhhaoo

"I'm afraid this next part is uncomfortable, your grace," Georgia said. She washed her hands in a bowel that she was offered and rolled her sleeves up. Georgia took a pillow that a maid had given her and placed it near Arianne's legs. She then lifted her legs, and spread them, putting them on top of the pillow. "Breathe in and out with me princess." She took a deep breath in, and Arianne followed her. "A prayer circle, you are devout?"

"When it suits me," Arianne responded honestly, still following her breathing pattern. It was the truth; she had only grown closer to the gods recently and it was for her own comfort. Georgia laughed, she looked between Arianne's legs and to her surprise pushed three fingers into her. "Hey!"

"I told you it was uncomfortable," Georgia responded. "Okay, the babe is a little way away. It could be a long night, your grace you should leave."

"Why would I do that?" Rhaegar asked, he was now knelt down next to Arianne and was stroking her hand.

"Because ... because births can be bloody."

"And I've seen two."

Even when I'm giving birth to his child, he won't let me forget about his other children. Arianne thought to herself. "It's okay, you can leave."

"No darling, it's my daughter being born. I want to stay."

Arianne felt her stomach contract, she slapped his hand away. "Get out!"

Rhaegar stood from the floor, he understood that she was in pain but wanted to be present for his child's birth. He left the room with one last look and sat down a few steps from the door. Nymella and Penelope passed him as they rushed into the room, bowing quickly as they did.

He felt like he was sat there for days, listening to the small breaths of his wife and waiting for the cries of his child. Rhaegar played with his ring, watching as the dragon gleamed in the candlelight. From the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of red pass the large window that was adjacent to him. He stood from his seat, staring out of the window. He looked up; two red streaks clouded the night sky.

Visenya. He whispered to himself, sitting back down by the door. His heart was jumping for joy, his daughter was one for dramatics, truly. He couldn't believe he was to be given three dragons; he couldn't believe he'd witness the rebirth of his House. He couldn't believe he had doubted the witch who had told him his prophecy. He couldn't believe he'd sent Vesta and the Sene's home happily, the Seer should've been there for his child's birth. He was the one who had predicted her arrival.

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud scream, he couldn't take it any longer. He went back into the room, unprepared for the sight in front of him. There was blood, a lot of blood, on the bed, on the pillows, on the towels, on the clothes of those who were helping, it even lingered in the air.

He watched as Arianne, who was being soothed by Nymella, hit the pillow next to her in a frustrated manner. "Get her out!" Her voice had turned lower, it sounded tired. "Get her out right now!" Arianne felt as if her insides were being torn from inside out, feeling the babe's head so close but so far away. "Just pull her out!" She cried, moving up to try and get a better look herself.

"Your grace, we can't. The head is too delicate," Georgia responded. She turned to say something to a maid but noticed Rhaegar. "Well will you help, or will you just stare?" All formalities had gone, and the tired nurse nodded Rhaegar forward.

Rhaegar, who noticed that Arianne was moved to the middle of the bed, knelt on the bed.

Arianne felt the bed sink next to her and blinked at him. "Why won't she come?" she cried, finding comfort in his eyes. The tales were right, of course, they were. They could make the hardest person fall in love with him. Arianne hoped Visenya took after her father in beauty. It was ... inhumane how beautiful he looked to her.

"Push your grace, just a little more to go," Georgia shouted out, holding her hands out in anticipation for the babe.

Arianne looked away from Rhaegar and followed her instruction, as she had done for hours now. She held her breath and pushed as hard as she could, she felt Georgia pull. There was silence in the room, and a choked cry from her legs came.

Georgia slapped the babes back, fluid leaving its mouth and her true cries coming out. She screamed like she was born to scream. "A girl!" Georgia cried out taking a wrap from Penelope and wrapping the babe tightly.

She passed her to Arianne, who gasped out as she looked down at the new life in her arms. She had been praying for her for so long she had forgotten she was real. It felt too real. She stroked her hair, it was white. "Oh, she's beautiful," Arianne cried out, her eyes cloudy with tears.

"Visenya," Rhaegar smiled, touching the babe's nose with his finger. "My little dragon."

"Hold her," Arianne said, motioning for Rhaegar to take the newborn from her arms.

Rhaegar took the small thing, she was no bigger than his arm, her head fitting perfectly in his palm. "Hello Visenya," he repeated, feeling his legs go numb. He wasn't sure if it was from sitting down uncomfortably or if it was nerves. Visenya looked back at him, her cries ceasing as she gazed into her father's indigo eyes. Her eyes were a similar colour, only darker, and she yawned. "Are you tried? Yeah?" He kissed her forehead, not caring she had not been cleaned, "have you had a long day?" Visenya yawned again, closing her eyes as if to say yes, I am tired. Rhaegar laughed, letting her go as another wet nurse took her for her first feeding.

"No, I want to try," Arianne called after the nurse. The wet nurse moved past Rhaegar and passed the newborn to Arianne. She loved everything about her, from her smell to her wispy hair. "I know you are going to be your father's favourite," she whispered, as Nymella helped her from her dress and began to breastfeed Visenya. Penelope peeked over Nymella's shoulder to get a better view and cooed as she watched Visenya's eyes stare at anything her little eyes could catch.

The room was filled in silence, the waves bringing calm back to Arianne. The window had been opened and the smell of salt drifted into the room. It relaxed both Arianne and Visenya.

"Take the babe," Georgia called out, she was still by Arianne's legs and noticed that she was yet to give second birth. The same wet nurse that had passed Visenya took her back again, causing her to cry. She was not full yet and someone had taken away her first feed, of course she'd be upset.

"What're you doing?" Arianne asked, watching as she was taken from the room.

Georgia ignored her question, putting her fingers back into her. "There is another."

"Another what?" Rhaegar asked, standing from the bed. "Another what?"

His words were ignored, just as Arianne's were. Arianne let out a yelp, she had another pain, the exact same one she had only a few hours ago. This time however she knew what to do, the second birth was easy according to Rhaella. She held her breath, put her chin to her chest and pushed a little. She felt Georgia pull something from her, and there was a little cry.

"Oh gods," Rhaegar exclaimed, standing form the bed in a haste and moving to get a better look.

"What, what!?"

He waited for Georgia to do as she had done with Visenya and took the new bundle from Georgia. "Valerion." He kissed his second son on the forehead, as he had Visenya. The white-haired child was much quieter than his sister and blinked up to reveal light purple eyes. "My dragon, Valerion."

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