"I have a son. A son that we have named Jaehaerys." Viserys announced proudly to all those in the throne room. A round of applause filling the air, as the king held up the swaddled bundle, that continued to happily slumber.

"And the queen............." A voice called out. Everyone looking to Otto, as he stepped forward.

"The queen is quite well.........." Daemon replied, before his brother got the chance to say anything. The growl in the princes' voice telling all that the younger Targaryen was not happy about the Hand enquiring as to his sister's health. Daemon, along with many others, sure that Otto would have preferred to hear that (Y/n) had passed away while giving birth.

"YES, I AM!" Came a shout, all looking to the door to see the queen standing in the open doorway. Her appearance much more dishevelled than normal, and her skin far paler; but she was still managing to hold herself with the same regal baring that she always had, as she made her way further into the room. A small, bronzed coloured dragon sitting on her shoulder. Viserys rising from his throne, as Rhaenyra rushed over to her aunt and offered her, her arm. The queen smiling at her, as she took it gratefully. Daemon quickly joining them, and taking his sisters other arm. The pair helping (Y/n) through the crowd towards where the king had come to the bottom of the steps. His new born son, still firmly in his arms.

"I am sorry to disappoint you, Lord Hightower; but as my brother told you, I am quite well. And more than ready to take my place back by my king's side." The queen continued, as she, her niece and brother, got to the older man.

"No disappointment at all my queen............."

"Please!" (Y/n) exclaimed. It obvious that even though she had just given birth, even though she looked completely spent, the queen had lost none of her fire.

"There is not a man or woman here, that is not aware that you would have preferred it if I had passed during childbirth..............."

"Your grace, I must protest..............." Otto said, as he looked at the king.

"Protest all you like, Hightower. It will do you no good. You are just lucky that I like to keep my enemies close, or you would find yourself as far away from the capital, as I could send you..........You, and that daughter of yours......." (Y/n) hissed in reply. Daemon unable to stop himself from smiling at his sister's words, as he and Rhaenyra began to help the female Targaryen to where Viserys stood.

"My love, I told you to rest until your healers said that you were fit to join me.........." Viserys said worriedly, as Daemon and Rhaenyra helped (Y/n) sit on one of the steps. The little Brāedāzma making her way down to the queen's lap, as the king carefully placed their son back into his mother's arms.

"That is true, but when was I ever good at listening to you..........?" The queen chuckled softly, as she looked up at her concerned husband and placed a hand on his cheek. Viserys having to admit that she had a point. The king recalling their younger years, when he would tell his little sister to do one thing, to which she would smile and nod her head, before doing the exact opposite of what he had said.

"Otto Hightower is not allowed near our son, Viserys. I do not trust him............" (Y/n) continued quietly, as she saw the Hand watching her and her husband talk quietly.

"But he would not dare................."

"You still trust that man far too much, my love. Otto would do anything to have his way; to secure his power.........even kill the new son of the king. I have interfered in far too many of his plans, for him not to want revenge. Therefore, I will only trust those that are closet to me, to be with our son........." The female dragon explained. The king nodding slowly, as he helped his wife to her feet. Viserys aware that his hand was capable of many things; but killing a prince.............? The new father just putting it down to the fact that his sister was a protective mother. But knowing that he would have to do as she had said, otherwise, she would never forgive him. That, and he was not about to lose another son, if it worked out that (Y/n)'s fears were not ungrounded.

"Send them away............." The queen continued, as her knees began to grow weak, and she fell into her brother's arms. Viserys looking to Daemon, as his brother joined him.

"I do not wish for them to see me so weak. I must always be a strong queen ......." She explained, as she looked between her older siblings. The rogue prince quickly ordering all but family to leave the throne room. Rhaenyra taking her new brother from her aunt's arms, as the doors closed behind the last person. Viserys picking up his sister, as the rest of the colour drained from her face.

"We need to get her back to bed............" The king told his brother. Daemon now looking as concerned for his sister, as Viserys did. The family making their way towards the door.

"No........not yet............" (Y/n) beseeched, as the door to the throne room was thrown open.

"(Y/n) you must..............."

"I will, Viserys, I swear, I will go to my room and not move until I am well; but now we have to go to the dragon pit. We have to see Drakon; I have to introduce him to Jaehaerys and his own child.............." The queen explained, as she and Brāedāzma looked up at the king. Viserys letting out a heavy sigh, before reluctantly carrying his bride out towards where the dragons rested.