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CHAPTER FORTY THREE
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BAD DREAMS WERE A THING AENORA
new quite well. It was rare for them to ever hold any truth. But last night, the night of the dinner, when she went to sleep she had a dream that she knew was more than just a dream.

The King is dead.

Her father is dead.

The woman shed tears nor did she tell anyone. She refused to accept it, and she wouldn't until the message came from Kings Landing.

Aenora stood on the balcony, looking out into the ocean. In her mind she was begging herself for some sort of answer as to what she might do. But not one answer came.

"Nora," Lydia said in a worrisome tone. "You sister has began her labor."

Aenora turned to face Lydia, confusion and shock clear on her face.

"Isn't it too early?" she asked.

Lydia nodded, "she first started bleeding."

Aenoras heart sank in her chest. She was not hesitant to run passed Lydia and through the castle.

It didn't take long for her to find Rhaenyra, she followed the sounds of her screams of agony.

Aenora stopped at the threshold of the chamber. It looked like a slaughter house. There were trails of blood, blood stained sheets and cushions, and bloodied rags everywhere.

The maester and mid-wives all stood gathered, but not near Rhaenyra. Aenora spotted her sisters foot behind a chair.

Quickly, Aenora went to her sister.

"Why aren't you helping her?" Aenora yelled.

One of the mid-wives looked at her.

"She isn't letting us, Princess." The woman said.

Aenora knelt down next to Rhaenyra, "Sister, let them help you."

Rhaenyra gritted her teeth and shook her head.

"Then let me help you," Aenora said as she grabbed a clean rag and wiped the sweat from her sisters head.

Rhaenyra looked at her older sister with teary eyes and gave her a nod.

Aenora helped her sister get up from the stone floor and to the bed. She sat herself in front of her sisters legs and lifted her gown. She saw that the babe was not yet crowning, but blood was pouring out.

She grabbed another rag and soaked up as much of the blood as she could.

"Push Nyra," Aenora looked up at her sister.

The Princess had no idea what she was doing nor did she know what exactly to look for but with her past knowledge of child bearing, she would do the best she could to help her sister and her babe.

With a scream so loud Aenora was sure the entire north heard it, Rhaenyra pushed. Aenora smiled when she saw the tiniest bit of what she hoped was the babes head. Thus was the beginning of a long and painful labor.

Not for a moment did Aenora take her attention off of her sister. She stayed sat there for hours on end. Her heart raced with fear for her sisters wellbeing. She hoped this would not end the way her mothers did.

It was nightfall when Rhaenyra gave her final push.

Aenora grabbed the babe from between her sisters legs, but she did not smile in happiness. Nobody smiled. It was obvious the babe wasn't alive. But thats not all that was obvious, at least to Aenora.

"Let me see," Rhaenyra reached for her babe.

Aenora handed Rhaenyra her stillborn child, but she did not take her eyes off of the babe.

Aenora tried to convince herself that what she was seeing wasn't real, but she couldn't deny it. The babe was so clearly a full Targaryen. The same as her own children.

Rhaenyras stillborn daughter was fathered by Daemon.

Rage consumed Aenora. Hot, fiery rage.

Without a word, Aenora left the chamber. Rhaenyra screamed for Aenora, but she knew that if she stayed there any longer she'd hurt her sister and she wouldn't feel an ounce of remorse for it.

Aenoras fists were so tightly clenched she could feel her nails breaking through skin. She wasn't breathing in a steady pattern. Her chest felt hot, everything felt hot. Her thoughts were clouded with things she didn't know she could think of.

A dragons rage wasn't something someone would want to wake.

She would make her husband and her sister regret their betrayal. That was a promise.

When Aenora entered the main hall she was met with her children, her nephews, and Daemon.

"Is everything all right, Aunt Nora." Jacaerys asked.

Aenora kept her gaze on Daemon.

"The babe does not live," her voice was so quiet and harsh.

Both Jace and Luke ran passed their aunt to go be with their mother.

"Mother?" Rhaemax walked towards her.

It was as if he could feel the heat radiating off of her because he stopped a few feet away from her.

All of her sons and daughters looked at her, concerned and worried.

But Daemon, he held a fearful look.

She had yet to break her glare at the man she used to love so dearly.

Aenora opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. Instead, Aenora walked quickly into the next room over. Daemon being Daemon, he followed his wife.

Aenora picked up a vase and looked at it for a moment before she turned to and threw it across the room directly at Daemon. He reacted quickly and dodged the vase. He watched it shatter against the wall before turning back to Aenora.

"After everything I've done for you! I married you. I bore you six children. I became the fucking heir because that is what YOU wanted!" Aenora yelled, her voice boomed throughout the room.

"Aenora..." Daemon said softly.

"I hate you! I fucking hate you! With everything in my body, Daemon, I hate you! Everything I have ever done for you... and you fuck my sister. Do you love her? Is that why you gave her a child, Daemon? Because you love her... try again, Daemon. Try again because your child is dead. Do you hear me? Your Child Is Dead!" Aenora screamed.

"Aenora!" he yelled.

Aenora could feel her heart breaking more with each passing moment. Everything broke.

"I hate you, Daemon. I hate you..." Aenora said.

She repeated herself over and over, each time it got louder until Daemon could bear to hear her say that she hated him anymore.

Daemon gripped her tightly by the neck, causing her to gasp for air.

"Hate me all you want, Aenora, but I don't care about Rhaenyra or that fucking child. I only care about you, I only love you." Daemon stopped talking when he felt a sharp pain in his neck.

Daemian was standing behind his father with his sword pressed so hard into his neck that it drew blood.

"Let her go," Daemian said.

Daemon complied and let go of his wife's neck. Aenora fell to the ground and began to cough. He looked at his son then down to his wife.

"Hate me all you want, Wife." He told her before walking away.

Daemian waited til his father was completely gone before kneeling next to his heartbroken mother.

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AUTHORS NOTE
AHHHHHHH yeah so that happened. lmk what you guys think.

nighty night.