Aelyria Targaryen is the product of Rhaenyra's Targaryen wedding night escapade. She grows up in King's Landing amongst vipers and spiders, and not even her silver hair can save her from the rumors of bastardy.
After her brother Luke takes Aemond's...
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Aelyria Targaryen and Aemond Targaryen, Storm's End 130 AC.
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111 AC
"I'm trying, I can't, I can't... Please make it stop! Please!!!" Rhaenyra screamed, then let out another curse.
She cursed the midwife between breaths, each word escaping her mouth with an acute viciousness that the old woman ignored for her own good.
Laboring for hours now, her insides twisted with an atrocious pain that she could feel in her bones, in her very own soul.
She thought about her lady mother and wondered if she would end up the same as her. Aemma's words rang in her head like a rallying cry in the midst of a brutal war, "The birthing bed is our battlefield Rhaenyra, and we must win it!"
"Push, Princess! Push!!!" The old midwife urged, stiff-lipped and hands ready. "The babe is coming, I can see the head!"
With a heavy breath and a groan, Rhaenyra pushed with all her strength, summoning every ounce of her force to fight the fiercest battle of womanhood: the war of childbirth.
A loud cry enchanted her chambers. The babe was finally born, coming into this world kicking and screaming whilst the dragons roared as one.
Syrax was circling above the Red Keep, her roars and screeches forming a melodic victory song at her riders' blissful efforts.
