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Several Months Later
“Push, Your Grace!”
“What do you think I’m fucking doing you miserable, fucking cunt!” she screams at the midwife.
The midwife says nothing, all too used to women on the birthing bed and the things they say when they’re in pain. Or rather, the things that Rhaenyra says while in labor. Rhaenyra screams out and feels Daemon holding onto her shoulders, giving her support.
“You’re doing so well, my love. Soon we will have our Visenya, you just need to keep pushing…” he says in her ear, High Valyrian hiding the depth of his emotions in front of the maids.
She doesn’t want his gentleness right now, though.
“If you come near me again, I will cut it off!” she says between clenched teeth.
Daemon wisely says nothing, knowing that she does not mean what she says. She had said the same thing to him for the birth of their sons but then begged him for more babes every time they slept together. She could not help it, though. They made such beautiful children.
Several long moments pass and then a new scream can be heard above the din. Rhaenyra sags back against Daemon, crying.
"A girl, my Queen, my Prince! A healthy girl!” the midwife crows.
The little bundle is passed to her parents, and they gaze down at her little face. Rhaenyra turns her head to kiss her husband. He kisses her back until she is lightheaded not from the blood loss but from him.
“She’s perfect, my love. Utterly perfect. Thank you, my Queen, thank you,” he says to her, gazing down at their little girl.
She smiles at her daughter, feeling her heart burst from how happy she is. Little Visenya Targaryen kicks her feet and flails her arms letting the world know of her presence.
The midwives and the maids help her to get cleaned up and resettle her on her mountain of pillows before leaving the new parents to bask in the glow of their newest arrival.
A knock at the door reveals their other children. Jace and Rhaena walk in first, holding their youngest brothers in their arms. Luke guides Joffrey to the side of her bed while Baela brings up the rear. Daemon takes Viserys from Jace and then introduces the babe to her siblings.
“You have a new sister!” She can hear the pride in his voice.
“What’s her name?” Rhaena asks eagerly as they all peer down at the newest member of their family.
“Her name is Visenya,” Rhaenyra says, feeling tired but oh, so happy.
"She’s so small…” Joffrey says, reaching out to hold Visenya’s little hand.
“So were you when you were that age, Joffrey. Father wouldn’t let Luke hold you,” Jace remembers.
“We picked an egg for her when we went to Dragonstone last month,” Baela says. “We all agreed that it was the perfect one. It’s from Syrax’s last clutch.”
“I’m sure you have chosen well. Thank you, my loves.” Rhaenyra looks around at her gathered family and smiles.
She could hardly believe that in six years she has finally found happiness. She has the man she has always wanted as a husband and has many beautiful children to love and spoil. She is putting the realm back together after the failure of the Hightowers to see their blood on the throne. She is making improvements to King’s Landing. Songs will be written about her reign, she knows; but this, her little family, is more than enough to bring her peace.