Lyanna Stark Targaryen (Year 94 A.C. Eleventh Moon)
Kingslanding - Lyanna Starks Chambers
She had thought. 'That after birthing Aemon two times, the pain of childbirth would somehow lessen, but she was mistaken.' The birthing pains had come once more, and she found herself confined to her bed, surrounded by maids and the castle's maester bustling about her.
"Lyanna, you are doing great. I'm so proud of you," her husband, Crown Prince Baelon Targaryen, whispered to her, his purple eyes filled with love and concern. As she endured the waves of pain, she silently prayed to the old gods, pleading for Baelon's continued health. She had already witnessed the birth of Aemon and watched him grow; she couldn't bear the thought of losing Baelon now. She and her children needed him.
She kissed him as he held her hand, just as he had during Aemon's birth. Baelon had defied anyone who dared tell him otherwise, insisting on being by her side. He was a loving and devoted husband, and she cherished him more each passing day.
Another surge of pain coursed through her body, and she pushed with all her strength. "Yes, Princess, just a little more. I see the head. Now, push," Maester Melos instructed. She followed his guidance, her exhausted body pushing until the ordeal finally ended.
With a triumphant cry, it was done. She let out an exhausted groan mixed with tears of happiness. "You have a girl, my Prince and Princess," Maester Melos announced. "A new princess for the realm."
"Give her to me," she requested, yearning to hold her child. However, her moment of happiness was interrupted as another wave of pain rippled through her body. It was not another child but the afterbirth, a necessary yet painful part of childbirth.
"Well done, Princess. It's all over now. You have given birth to a healthy babe," Maester Melos reassured her, handing the babe to her. Exhausted but elated, she cradled her daughter, who lay sleeping peacefully in her arms. The child was less rosy than Aemon had been but equally beautiful.
"She has your eyes this time and my black-brown raven hair," she said with wonder, looking at her daughter's closed eyes. She marveled at the child's perfect features, a blend of their bloodlines.
"She does, Lya. A beautiful girl," Baelon agreed, his eyes filled with love. He ran his fingers through his daughter's tufts of dark hair, and a contented smile graced his face. "Have you thought of any names, my love?"
' Visenya. The name came to her, a tribute to a legendary Targaryen from the past.' She thought is perfect for the little fierce daughter she now had. "What about Visenya? I think it's time our family had another Visenya. We already have a Rhaenys."
Baelon nodded in agreement, his approval clear. "Very well, my love. Visenya it shall be, for Visenya Targaryen, daughter of Baelon Targaryen and Lyanna Stark."
As they shared a moment of joy, a servant entered the chamber, seeking permission for Prince Aemon and Prince Viserys to meet their new sibling. "My prince, Prince Aemon, and Prince Viserys asked to come see their sibling. May I let them in?" the servant inquired.
"You may, but please cover up the bed first. Aemon doesn't need to see all the blood. We will change the linens after he leaves," Baelon instructed.
Minutes later, their eldest son, Aemon, rushed into the room, his little legs carrying him as fast as they could. He was followed closely by Viserys, who had taken care of his brother during the past few hours, a responsibility he had embraced with love.
"Muna, Kepa!" Aemon exclaimed, running to them and hugging his father's leg. "Congratulations, Kepa," Viserys said.
Viserys joined the embrace with Baelon. Later, he congratulated her just as warmly. "Congratulations, Stepmother, you have given us and the realm a wonderful new Princess," Viserys said with his genuine smile. "You have given birth to a dark-haired one this time. I have no doubt she will be as beautiful as her mother." Viserys added as he looked at Visenya in her arms.
Aemon had been put on the bed by his father and, in his childlike innocence, reached out to gently stroke Visenya's head, his eyes shining with love. "I protect you, I love you, little sis." She smiled at his kind words and the love that shined on his face.
But then, a flicker of fear crossed Aemon's face. His sudden distress alarmed her. "Aems, everything alright?" she asked with concern. "Is something troubling you?"
Aemon nodded, his eyes filling with tears. "Sorry, Muna," he muttered before bolting off the bed and running out of the chamber. Before he could be stopped, she tried to call after him, "Aemon, wait!"
"Something is wrong, Baelon," she said, looking at him and then back to the door.
"I'll go talk to him," he said, leaving the chamber to find their son.
"He was worried for you, Lyanna. He is still young, but Aemon has a smart mind. He knew something was up. I noticed even with Aemma when she was giving birth to Rhaenyra," Viserys remarked with a sad smile. "He's a good boy, my brother. Even so young, he tries to care for everyone around him, especially his family." Viserys added, glancing at Visenya and back to the door where Aemon had felt toward. He then gave her a hug. "Thank you, Viserys. You couldn't have been a better stepson or brother," she replied, kissing his cheek.
"Thank you. I'll leave you two alone now. I'm sure my grandparents would love to see her as well. I'm sure grandmother will be happy, having her another granddaughter. So I'll give you some quiet time before all the noise comes," he said with a smile before leaving the room.
"Oh, little Visenya, I will protect you until my dying breath, just as I will for Aemon. I'm sure he will as well," she whispered as she gently kissed Visenya's brow.
Aemon Targaryen (Year 94 A.C. Elventh Moon)
Kingslanding - Aemon's Chambers
Relief washed over him as he saw his mother and sister were safe and healthy. Yet, the emotions he felt were overwhelming. The fear of losing his mother to childbirth again was almost too much to bear.
When he looked at Visenya and saw his mother was all right, he couldn't help but cry. Overwhelmed by a mixture of relief, love, and lingering trauma of his past, he decided to run away, not wanting to dampen the joyful moment with his tears. He fled to his chamber, seeking solace in the corner where he could let his emotions flow freely.
"Aemon, are you here?" His father's concerned voice reached him. He had followed him. "Aems, what's wrong?" Baelon asked as he picked up his son, holding him tightly. "Do you want to talk about it?" he inquired as he cried into his father's shoulder. The weight of his past lives and the fear of losing his newfound family had become too much.
"Hmm, it's alright, your mother is fine. As is your sister," Baelon reassured him, wiping away his tears. "You will have the chance to play with her and your mother when they are both stronger. Your mother is as strong as a wolf, and your sister, a dragonwolf like you," Baelon added, offering a reassuring smile.
"Kepa, don't go. Please," He pleaded. 'Fearing the loss of this man, he had grown to love and consider his true father. He couldn't bear the thought of losing him. It was an odd thing really loving him like that, but it felt true, and he didn't want to let it go.' He thought as he held his father tightly.
"I'm here, Aemon. I won't leave you. I love you and won't ever leave, okay?" His father promised, his words filled with genuine affection. But instead of comforting him, they triggered more tears for him. He felt weak. 'But perhaps it was a part of childhood he never could feel when he was younger. A bastard had to grow up faster, after all.' He thought as he sobbed.
He despised himself at this moment, feeling weak for breaking down like this. The thought of losing his family again was tearing him apart. Balerion's voice, "You aren't alone, little dragon, remember," echoed in his mind as he cried, offering comfort and guidance.
"You do have a strong bond," His father remarked as he heard Balerion's roar in the distance. "Just like you, you are strong. Remember that. Everything will be alright, Aemon. We all love you, and nothing will ever change that," he added, planting a kiss on the top of his head.
As time passed, he gradually calmed down. His father put him to bed, and eventually, he drifted off to sleep, still wrestling with his inner turmoil but feeling reassured by the presence of his father and his dragon friend.
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