warnings / graphic descriptions of child birth

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A harrowing scream tore through the frozen air of the Red Keep, shattering the silence and plunging the room into chaos.

Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, the Realms Delight, first born daughter of King Viserys and Queen Aemma and future heir to the Iron Throne sat hunched over. Silvery blonde hair clung to her cheeks, sweat dripping down her forehead as she clutched her swollen stomach.

"I think it's time, princess," Elinda said gently, reaching out and gently guiding the heir of the throne down.

"It's too early," Rhaenyra hissed, head lolling backwards as a gush of water spilled down her thighs. "Gods," She gasped, hands clutching at her sides, for a moment there was silence.

"Maester," Elinda whispered as she spread the princesses legs, riding up the thin cotton material of the Princesses night dress. Blood stained her thighs, bright and crimson upon the milky skin.

"She's loosing too much blood," Gerardys murmered, rolling up the sleeves of his soot coloured robes and kneeling between the princesses legs. Rhaenyra wailed, high and broken, body convulsing as another contraction ripped through her body.

"What is happening?" She panted, lifting her head and meeting the worried gaze of her handmaid. Elinda shook her head, settling beside the princesses head.

"You have to push, princess," The Maester commanded, "Elinda, hold the princesses shoulders," He said as Rhaenyra let out a scream.

"Fuck!" The word tore from the princesses lips just as Elinda grasped her, holding the woman down as Rhaenyra's legs jolted, tears flooding down her cheeks. "Maester, what is happening to me?" She cried out, trying to rip free from Elinda's hold and look between her legs but the handmaidens grip remained strong.

"I see the head," The maester murmured, "You are doing well, princess, but you need to push," He prompted, Rhaenyra groaned, eyes screwing shut as she tried to push. Everything felt heavy, and she was falling.

"Rhaenyra," Elinda whispered, dabbing the sweat from the princesses forehead, "Maester! We must make haste," She exclaimed as she took in the stark paleness of the heirs cheeks.

"Push, princess, push!"

"I am fucking pushing!" Rhaenyra spat, shaking violently as she forced herself to push once again, eyes rolling into the back of her head. She felt as though she were being torn in two, a terrible tearing sensation that seared between her thighs and shot along her back. She screamed, screamed so loud the window frames shuddered. Harsh breaths escaping her lips as she collapsed back into Elinda's arms. Then there was a shrill cry.

Rhaenyra's eyes fluttered open, lilac eyes stained with dragon fire as she looked upon the sight before her. There bundled in the maester's arms was a writhing babe, flushed fuschia and squirming.

"It's a boy," The maester said with a smile and Rhaenyra let out a gasp as the babe was placed into her arms. Her first child, a boy and her future heir to the throne. A sob tore from her lips as she pressed a delicate kiss upon his head, already covered in thick brown curls. The boy settled against his mothers breast, cries falling silent and the princess smiled softly, running a finger along his soft cheek. She was just reveling in the moment, her introduction of motherhood when another harsh jolt of pain tore through her stomach.

"Oh, gods!" Rhaenyra hissed, jostling the baby in her arms.

"The afterbirth," Elinda said as the girls head fell back once again, a hiss falling from her lips. Quickly the maester snipped the cord, separating mother from son swiftly before handing the small babe to Elinda and kneeling back down between Rhaenyra's legs, eyes going wide.

"There's another," He said just as the princess went rigid, legs spread as another gush of blood spilled down her legs. Rhaenyra glanced between her stomach and her new babe with horror, her hands falling to grasp her stomach.

"Another?" Rhaenyra sobbed, another scream escaping her lips as the pressure in her stomach ached harshly.

"Yes, princess," Gerardys said, "I can see the head," He said, frowning when Rhaenyra's legs collapsed down onto the bed. "Princess? Princess!" He called out, looking up and seeing that the heir to the throne had gone limp. Eyes shut. "Rhaenyra!" He cried and the girl lazily opened her eyes, tears slipping down her cheeks. "Princess, you need to stay awake, I need you to push," He said, watching as Rhaenyra whimpered, hands falling to her stomach as she forced herself to push despite the overwhelming weakness that had washed over her.

Then there was that pain again, the tearing, and then...

Silence.

The room was still, the only sounds were Rhaenyra's gasping breaths as she heavily pushed herself up up the bed, vision blurry as she tried to look at the maester.

"Maester, where's the babe?" The girl whispered, "My babe," She sobbed, the man didn't say anything, he had turned away.

"Princess," Elinda said gently but Rhaenyra shook her off, forcing herself to her feet suddenly, Almost collapsing to the ground, blood trailed down her legs, dripping upon the stone floor as she dragged herself to Gerardys side, in his arms a tiny babe. The baby was stained crimson, a mop of silvery blonde hair atop their head.

"Is she..." The words caught in Rhaenyra's throat as the maester gently pressed at the babe's chest. There was a small hiss and then crying. "Oh," Rhaenyra whispered before her legs gave out. Instantly Elinda was at her side, helping the princess back to the bed so that she could lie down, the maester coming over and laying the babe in her arms.

"It's a girl," Gerardys said softly as the princess gazed down at her daughter in utter awe. The babe had gone quiet, wide lilac eyes identical to her mothers own, looking back to the princess.

"A girl," Rhaenyra said softly, pressing a kiss to the girls head just as she had done to her son. "She's so small," She said worriedly.

"It seems the other babe got most of the food within, princess," The robed man said, "We will keep a close eye on her for the coming weeks," His gaze gentle as he watched the small babe nuzzle into her mothers chest, eyes falling shut.

"The boy, bring me the boy," Rhaenyra requested, tearing her eyes away from her daughter for just a moment to watch as Elinda placed her son back into her arms so that both of her babes lay in her arms. A brilliant smile broke across the princesses cracked lips.

"Twins," She whispered, "It's a miracle," She said in disbelief, as she looked down at both of her children in adoration. "Oh, my sweet loves," Rhaenyra cried, tears slipping down her cheeks, she had never felt anything quite like this. The pure and utter astonishment she felt as she looked down at her two babes, her own flesh and blood, they were hers. Her children. A daughter and a son.

"Jacaerys," She said to her son, the little boy with his deep brown hair, "Aemma," She pronounced to her daughter, the babe tiny compared to her twin.

The Seven Kingdom's rejoiced, a new prince and princess of the realm had been born. Prince Jacaerys Velaryon and Princess Aemma Velaryon, the future heirs once Rhaenyra took her rightful place on the Iron Throne.

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🐉  the prelude is here, bitches ! my baby aemma is born 🥹 i am so excited to explore her story and show you guys what i have planned !

🐉  just saying as well, i have never given birth and i have definitely never had twins so if anything is inaccurate i'm sorry ! this will based solely on rhaenyra's birth scenes, google and grey's anatomy so sorry and i hope this was okay !

🐉  anyways, thank you so much for reading and i'll see you all soon ! mwah ! <33