Stolen Heir

Prologue

Sounds of heavy breathing, groans and cries of pain can be heard inside the four corners of the chambers of the princess as soon as her labor starts. Sweats covering her forehead. Strands of silver hair sticking on her face.

Servants fled inside and out from the chamber to ensure the safety of both the mother and the babe. And bring the needed things for childbirth.

Lying flat with her back on the bed, the princess felt her water break, the mattress slowly soaking from the gashing liquid. Taking a sharp intake of breath, the pain now twice as she gritted her teeth.

The door to her chambers opened as King Viserys heard the news of her daughter going into labor. Quickly placing himself beside her, he grasped her hand, ignoring how Rhaenyra nearly crushed his hand, and whispered comforting words to her daughter.

On the other side, servants carefully wiped her sweat-covered face with a warm washcloth. The midwives and maesters on the end of her bed on standby for any complications or situations to occur.

"When will the babe come out?" King Viserys asked, no longer wanting to witness his daughter in pain.

"The water has just been broken and her opening is not wide enough for the babe to come out, Your Grace." the midwife answered. Rhaenyra took an uneven breath as the pain subsided for a while, she looked at her father, earning a kiss on her cheeks.

"Everything will be okay, my child. You're a strong woman. My brave girl." King Viserys said and smiled, lightly running his hand to her head.

"The babe is coming out." Rhaenyra declared.

"It's time, Princess." the midwife said.

Rhaenyra pushed when she's told, shouts of pain escaping her lips, and after that a cry from the babe was heard. It was loud enough to reach the other end of the castle.

"A healthy girl, Princess!" the midwife muttered, joyously, informing both the mother and the grandfather.

Rhaenyra smiled, exhaustingly, she opened her arms as the woman delicately gave the babe to her. Feeling her mother's warmth, the babe eventually seized her cries and made a cooed sound, gripping her mother's finger that touched her cheeks.

Her skin was pale, strands of platinum hair can already be seen on her head, her face was small, a shade of red on her cheeks, pink plump lips, and as she opens her eyes, deep indigo colored her eyes.

A true born Targaryen indeed...

Rhaenyra continued to stare at her, mesmerized at her daughter's beauty. She smiled and slowly leaned her forehead to hers, closing her eyes basking at the warmth they both shared.

"Daena." Rhaenyra whispered, "Her name will be Daena Targaryen." She said a little louder and looked at his father who's proudly looking at her.

"I'm proud of you, my daughter." King Viserys stated, placed a kiss on her head and looked at his granddaughter, "Welcome to the family, my beautiful granddaughter, Daena Targaryen." He added.

It was already nighttime and the princess was in her deep slumber, resting from her childbirth, her eyes snapped open when she heard her daughter cry. Eyes wide and her body froze as a man looming over her, a dagger touching her throat threatening to slice it if she moves.

Another man holding her daughter, also a dagger on the babe's throat.

"Let my daughter go." Princess Rhaenyra said, gritting her teeth. Her eyes never leave her daughter.

"Orders, Princess." The man who held a dagger to her throat.

"Whose orders?" The princess asked, anger in her voice.

"Just knock her off and let's go." The other man mumbled who's holding the babe.

As Rhaenyra was about to shout for help, a force hit her head that made her faint. A single tear escapes her eyes as that was the last time she saw her daughter.