“To be quite frank, if it had been your sister who came to Westeros to claim the throne, I think I would have been in less pain than I have been the past six hours.”, the raven haired woman pointed out. She had been aware for years that childbirth wasn’t an easy task but that it was such an agony she could haver never imagined. For a brief moment Relena glanced to the side, when Viserys mentioned that she was the one who had a family in which twins weren’t too unusual. “Well…”, she said after a moment, her eyebrows slightly raised. “Without you I wouldn’t be married and without marriage I wouldn’t have spent the past few hours in agony.”
“Yes, but this isn’t about a birth announcement, that will have to wait until I am able to leave confinement.”, Relena explained, reaching for the quill. “My septa was dismissed from court when I became queen and is now educating the daughter’s of Lord Estermont, but I want her back in the Red Keep now that there is another princess and how could my dear kin refuse my wish, especially considering that I am their queen…”, the raven haired woman pointed out, while she tried to set up in her bed, the queen’s teeth were tightly bitten together, as she moved and there were frowns upon her forehead. “No, don’t get him just yet.”, she urged her husband, her hand reaching out in a weak attempt to stop Viserys. “Just because he saw his own wife like this, does not mean that he has to see me.”
“Fair enough. But think of the joys of raising our children together. Seeing them grow and learn…” He was giddy at the idea and than soon the giddiness turned to fear. What if something similar happened to his children as it had his and his siblings lives? What if he went just as mad in the end? “Only the best Septa for our children. They can’t say no to your request.” Viserys said as he turned his back on his wife, looking at her from the vanity, feeling her hand reaching out to him and he turned back towards her, his hand grasping hers ever so lightly. “You’re still radiant even in this aftermath,”
He then squeezed her hand, a serious look in his eyes as his long legs shifted and he attempted to climb into the bed with her, more so sitting than laying down beside Relena. “Doe-” Viserys started, his eyes finding hers as his words struggled to get out. “If I…If I end up going mad like my father. If I have any inkling of unkept rage or anything. I want you to lock me away. Or if I don’t slip as slowly as my father did, Gods fordbid…I don’t want our children living with what Rhaegar and I had to. Our mother skirting us around our father and my father…I want you, as Queen, as the mother of the Heirs to this Kingdom put it’s people first. I don’t want you to have to go through that but-” Viserys shook his head as he tried to get such thoughts away from his mind
. “-But if it must come down to that…Then I trust you will give the order.” There was a tremble in his voice and his eyes danced from Relena to the door as if expecting someone to come in and he got up from the bed, pressing a clean cloth on her forehead in a attempt to keep his mind of such horrible thoughts and focus on the present. Wiping away any sweat and such away from her face, giving her a shaky smile before he went to her vanity and got her brush and other things he knew she put on to make herself look prettier. “I can send a maid in or whatever you wish…” He told her as he gently took the brush in one hand and stroked her hair with it like he had for Daenerys all those years ago. “Sorry” He muttered as he realized what he was doing and placed the brush down.
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