𝟎𝟏 : 𝐃.⠀⠀ ˒ 𝑹𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒓 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏⠀╳⠀𝐆𝐎𝐓 𓈓🫀᪶

Every movement of the child inside you was like a blow, knocking the breath out of your chest, and the bedposts dug into your palms so hard that it seemed they would break your skin. Your body trembled with pain, as if the whole world had shrunk to one point, where only heat, sweat and blood flared up, merging into a sticky heaviness on your skin and hair. The nurses quietly asked you to breathe more evenly, gently touching your shoulders, trying to support you, but neither words nor movements could reach the emptiness that was eating you away from the inside, leaving only fear, despair and insurmountable loneliness. “Why isn’t Rhaegar coming?” - the voice broke, breaking through tears, and eyes full of horror and pain, searched for him among unfamiliar faces, but met only cold looks and helpless hands. Your heart ached with the knowledge that he was somewhere in someone else's arms, kissing her lips, smiling, and your bleeding soul was torn apart, giving everything for a life that he would never touch. "Why doesn't my husband come to me..." you whispered, barely able to stand, trembling through every muscle as you approached the nurse, begging for at least a look, at least a word. Every thought of his alien warmth tore you apart, leaving you empty, icy cold and feeling completely helpless. You fell to your knees, sobbing as the baby burst out, and each of his cries pierced your body like a knife, leaving only an agonizing mixture of fear and helplessness. When he finally emerged, a son, the spitting image of Rhaegar, tears streamed down your face, mixing with blood and sweat, and your chest clutched his tiny body, feeling both relief and excruciating pain. He entered the room quietly, and the finger that touched your cheek seemed strangely foreign to me, and his voice, full of restrained caution, said: "How are you, my dear wife?"