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CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
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MORE GASPS AND SCREAMS ERUPTED from the crowd, but this time the screams consisted of 'Princess' and 'Aenora'. Daemons body filled with fear hearing his wife's name being yelled out in panic. He immediately knew something was wrong.

Daemon didn't hesitate to start cutting through the crowd with Dark Sister. Person after person dropped as he made his way through the crowd towards where Aenoras name was being yelled out.

Everyone surrounding the Princesses moved out of the way in fear of being killed, revealing a very terrified Rhaenyra and an unconscious Aenora.
His heart stopped once he seen the blood that was dripping from her head. He quickly brought her into his arms.

"Get the maesters!" Both Daemon and Rhaenyra yelled.

Everyone, who wasn't dead, cleared the room. Only family were left in the room.

Daemon and Rhaenyras attention was drawn from Aenora when they heard a shriek coke from behind them. The two of them turned to see Laenor laying next to Joffrey, who's head was bashed in. Neither of their attention stayed on them from long, it was soon drawn to Maester Mellos who came rushing in.

Mellos immediately spotted the Princess and rushed to her side.

"You two need to step back," Mellos told Daemon and Rhaenyra.

Rhaenyra didn't hesitate to move out of the way, but Daemon glared at Mellos. There was no way in hell he was going to move away from his injured and unconscious, pregnant wife.

"Daemon," Viserys said.

No response.

Daemon did though, lay her back down so he could get a better look at her. He kept one of his hands underneath her head and with the other, held hers.

Mellos examined Aenora carefully; first her stomach, then her breathing, and finally her head.

"The baby should be fine. We should all be grateful, she only sustained a small cut. It will heal on its own," Mellos told them.

"She will be fine, then?" Daemon asked.

Mellos nodded, "Yes, the Princess will be fine."

"When will she wake up?" Rhaenyra inquired.

"That I do not know, Princess." Mellos replied.

Daemon looked at Rhaenyra, "Who pushed her?"

"Him," Rhaenyra pointed to one of the many dead bodies.

Daemon was pleased to see the man that hurt his wife on the group, dead. At least he didn't have to hunt him down, he thought.

"Can I take her back to our chamber?" Daemon questioned. "I don't want her laying here all night."

"Of course, my Prince." Mellos said.

Daemon gave him a nod as if to say 'thank you', before picking Aenora up and carrying her to their quarter.

As Daemon laid Aenora on their bed her eyes began to flutter. He watched intently, hoping she'd wake up.

"Fucking hells," Aenora groaned.

"My love," Daemon knelt next to her and took her hand in his.

Aenora brought her hand to her head, where the cut was. She winced at the pain when she touched it. Her first clear after remembering what happened was her child.

She tried to sit up but the sudden movement was too much for her. She fell back to the pillow.

Daemon touched her cheek softly, "Our child is fine. You have a small cut but our child is fine."

Aenora let out a sigh of relief and looked at him.

She gave him a concerned look once she saw that he was covered in blood.

"Are you alright? Why are you covered in blood?" Aenora asked, frantically.

"Shh, darling. I am fine. Do not worry about it right now," Daemon said.

"You killed someone, didn't you?" Aenora breathed out.

"A few someones. But we needn't discuss it right now," Daemon told her.

Aenora rolled her eyes.

Before either of them could say any more Lydia and Emely came rushing through the door. Both of them held worried expressions on their faces.

"Nora!" Lydia said.

"Are you alright?" Emely asked.

"I'm fine now, no need to worry." Aenora told them.

"What the hell did you do?" Lydia questioned Daemon.

"What? I had to get to her somehow," Daemon replied, gaining a sigh of disapproval from Aenora.

"Does it hurt?" Emely pointed to the cut on Aenoras head.

"No, Emely, it feels lovely." Aenora stated, sarcastically.

Emely smiled at her, "Well at least you didn't lose your personality."

Aenora chuckled, "How are my children?"

"They're fine. All three of them are sound asleep in their beds," Lydia answered.

Aenora felt relieved. She never knew that being a mother meant worrying about her children even when she's the one who's hurt. She could swear that her death is going to be caused by stress.

"That's good," Aenora said.

"Do you need anything? Water? Or a wet cloth? Your face is covered in blood," Emely tried to rub some of the dried blood off of her friends face.

"A wet cloth would be nice. Thank you," Aenora smiled.

Aenora turned her attention to Daemon, "How many people?"

Daemon sighed, "I didn't keep count."

Aenora rose her eyebrow at him.

"Ten," Daemon finally admitted.

Lydia laughed at the pairs interaction. She always found their relationship adorable, but odd. They were so incompatible, but they went so well together. She admired their relationship.

Emely walked back to Aenoras side and handed Daemon the cloth.

Daemon began to gently wipe the blood from his wife's face. Personally, Daemon thought she looked beautiful with the blood on her face, but that was just him.

"There, no more lady warrior," Lydia joked.

Aenora and Daemon both chuckled.

"You're funny, and I love you both, but get out now. I want to sleep," Aenora gave a cheeky smile to the two women.

"Fuck," Aenora said as she looked down at the water that was pooling down at her feet.

She was going into labor.

It has been months since Rhaenyras chaos filled wedding, and Aenora and her family were back on Dragonstone. For the last six months, Aenoras pregnancy had been hard. Harder than her previous pregnancies. For the last month she had been bed-ridden, due to her body crippling cramps and tiredness.

Aenora was currently standing in the middle of the hallway with Aeva. Aeva had wanted to go the kitchen for cookies, and Aenora was the only one around to take her.

Tears streamed down Aenoras face as she dropped to her knees.

"Aeva, my love-" Aenora was cut off by an extremely painful contraction.

"Mama?" Aeva put her hands on Aenoras face.

"Go find your father," Aenora groaned out.

Aeva held a terrified look on her face as she looked up and down the hallway, trying to find someone to help her mother.

"I don't want to leave you, mama." Aeva said, terror clear in her voice.

"Sweetheart, please," Aenora begged the child.

Aevas eyes clouded with tears as she turned to run down the hallway. Aenora felt so bad for scaring her daughter. Once Aeva was out of sight Aenora let out the cry she had been holding so that she would scare Aeva even more.

Aenora clawed at the stone in pain.

The fear of dying found its way back into Aenoras heart as she sat there. 'What if' questions were loud in her head. Who would take care of her children? What if she couldn't give birth to her babe? What if Daemon didn't come in time?

Another shriek of pain could be heard throughout the castle, this time causing a guard to come running from around the corner.

"Princess!" The guard knelt next to her.

"Seven Fucking Hells," Aenora slammed her eyes shut.

"Princess, tell me what to do," the guard said.

"Help me to my quarter," Aenora told him.

And with that, the guard lifted the Princess into his arms and began to quickly walk towards the Princesses chamber.

Aenora squirmed in pain.

"We're here, Princess." He laid her in the bed.

"Thank you," Aenora tried to smile but couldn't due to the sharp pain that went through her abdomen.

"Aenora!" Daemons voice could be heard in the hall.

"Daemon," Aenoras voice cracked as she sobbed.

Daemon, Lydia, Emely, and the mid-wives burst through the door. All of them were quick to crowd around Aenora.

Daemon sat next to her and wiped the sweat and tears that were cover her face.

"Daemon," Aenora cried. "I'm scared."

Daemon held her hand, "I know, my love. But, you've done this three times before, you can do it again."

"I have a feeling I'm going to have to do this twice today," Aenora stuttered as she spoke. "This is the pain I felt with Alex and Max."

Daemon looked at the mid-wives.

"She is carrying the same way she was with your sons, my Prince." One of the mid-wives said.

Daemon looked at Lydia and Emely with a concerned expression.

Aenora cried harder when another contraction came.

"Push now, Princess."

Aenora gripped onto Daemon and Lydia's hands and pushed as hard as she could. Pain shot up her entire body, causing her to let out a blood curdling shriek.

"The head, Princess! Another push!" The mid wife smiled.

Aenora felt relieved. This baby wasn't fighting her as much as her other children did.

Aenora used all of the strength she could gather and pushed as hard as she possibly could. She smiled when she heard the cry of the babe. The excitement of being a mother once again over came her body.

"A boy, Nora!" Emely smiled as she cleaned off the babe and wrapped him in cloths.

Daemon smiled as he took his son from the brunette and handed him to Aenora.

Aenora smiled widely at her son. She thought he was so beautiful.

"What's his name?" Lydia asked as she rubbed her hand.

Aenora and Daemon shared a glance.

"Daemian" Aenora said.

"Im really surprised you haven't named one of your sons after yourself yet," Lydia said, causing everyone to laugh.

"Daemon, take him." Aenora handed Daemian to him, as she started feeling another contraction.

Another shriek of pain erupted from the Princess.

The mid-wives prepared for another child.

"You better come just as fucking easy as your brother," Aenora breathed out.

"Push, Princess."

This time Aenora did not cry. She was tired and wanted to get this over with. Aenora pushed as hard as she possibly could, and by the smile on the mid-wives faces, she knew she was doing well. Which, only encouraged her.

With another sharp pain, she pushed.

Aenora winced at the pain and grabbed at the sheets on the bed, ripping holes into them.

"One more," Emely said.

"Shut up," Aenora said as she gave the final push.

Everyone in the room smiled as the second babe began to cry.

"A girl, Princess." A mid-wife told her.

They cleaned the girl and wrapped her in a cloth as they did her brother before handing her to Aenora.

"Rhaenys." Daemon smiled down at his daughter.

Daemon kissed Aenoras head. He would never know the pain women endured during child birth. But she was proud of his wife for enduring it.

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