Viserys paced outside the room. Daemon and Rhaenyra unable to do anything but sit there, as they all heard the sounds from the other side of the door. For the birth of Baelon, he had organised the Heir's Tournament in honour of the upcoming arrival. But with (Y/n), he hadn't dared tempt fate. He so feared losing her; so feared losing another child, that he had refused to do anything that might harm either of them. He had refused to allow anyone that he did not trust, anywhere near his wife. Refused to do anything that might bring the wrath of the gods down on his head. The king promising that when the little one was born, when it was clear that they and (Y/n) were safe and well; there would be celebrations like no other. That the Seven Kingdoms would rejoice the arrival of a new, pureblood dragon. Viserys turning his gaze to the ingress, as a loud scream came from the other side of the door. Rhaenyra placing a reassuring hand on her father's shoulder. Another scream sounding, before all went deadly quiet. The breath catching in Viserys throat, as the door slowly began to open. His heart racing, as he heard a soft cry.

"Sire............." A woman said, as she moved out of the room.

"You have a son................" She continued, Viserys pushing passed her; stopping as he saw his exhausted wife, his sister, holding the little bundle in her arms. A tired smile coming to her lips, as she saw him.

"The Iron Throne has an heir, my king............" (Y/n) said softly, as her brother joined her on the bed. His fingers hesitantly moving the swaddling away from the child's face. Viserys doing his best to hold back his tears, as he looked down at the little boy.

"He is beautiful, Viserys. And so strong............." The queen continued, as she carefully placed her son in her brother's arms. The king smiling broadly, as the child softly murmured.

"Is he healthy..............? Are you well...........?"

"He is as healthy as can be. And I am well. Ready to stand by my king's side once again..........." The queen replied, as her husband turned his attention from his heir, to his wife. His fingers carefully brushing away the sweat soaked hair from her face.

"I am sure you are. But you must rest, my love. You have just given me the greatest gift I could possibly ask for. And I want you to stay in bed, until your healers say that you are well enough to move." Viserys told her, as he leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.

"If that is my kings command.........." The queen sighed, as she lay back on the pillows behind her.

"I would like to name him Jaehaerys, after grandfather. I want him to be as wise as he was; and when the time comes, I hope that he will rule as long......." (Y/n) added, before she yawned. Viserys chuckling softly, at his wife, as she struggled to keep her eyes open.

"I think that that if a wonderful idea. Prince Jaehaerys............I think that it suits him. And what of the dragon...........?" The king replied. His eyes following the pointed finger of his sister. A small bronze coloured creature sleeping quietly next to the fire.

"They were born at the same time. Jaehaerys and I were the first things that she saw. I have named her Brāedāzma for her colour; she will..........she will protect him, I know that................" The female dragon explained. Her voice drifting off, as her eyes finally closed. Viserys smiling softly before kissing her again.

"Sleep, my queen; and while you do, I will present our child to his family, and his people." The king added, before carefully getting to his feet and making his way to the door, with his slumbering heir clasped to his chest.

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Otto made his way down the corridor. The bells of the Great Sept, ringing out in celebration of the good news. She had done it. The new queen had provided the long awaited for male heir. One of pure Targaryen blood; and he knew that it would not be the last. He knew that just as the female dragon had said, she would give the king as many heirs as he could want.

In truth, he had hoped that the queen would give birth to a daughter. That he would be able to use that to try and convince the king that perhaps the union with his sister was not for the best. That the gods were not looking favourably on the marriage. But now, now that would not work. Yet another of the plans of the Hand, quashed by the female Targaryen.

"Good news, is it not, Lord Hand.............?" A voice enquired. Otto not having to look to know that he had been joined by the Master of Laws.

"A son for the king. A pure blood Targaryen. And I hear, the new dragon was born at the same time. It would appear that our prince is favoured." Lyonel continued. Otto nodding, although be it reluctantly, in agreement.

"Yes. A son will most definitely settle any stirrings within the Kingdom. The line of succession is now no longer under question..............."

"No, my Lord Hand..........it isn't............." Lyonel added. The Master of Law not one that was blind to the machinations of the Hand. Lord Strong along with Coryls, the only member of the small council that the queen seemed to trust. (Y/n) well aware that Lyonel had only ever had the best intention for her brother, for the Kingdom. And unlike most others, his advice was not given out of personal ambition or his own interests.

"After you.............." The Master of Laws smiled, as the guards opened the doors to the throne room. The room already full of people wanting to see the new prince. Otto doing his best to look as though he was pleased about all this, before making his way inside. His eyes falling on the king who sat on his throne; his new son held close to his chest.