Losing child after child was no easy thing.

it is something no one would wish upon anyone, even their soul enemies but the gods seem to have cursed Aemma as each of her pregnancies had failed in painful ways or simply never came to her until she had your older sister, Rhaenyra t-rgaryen but she was still trying to give your father her husband a male heir he so desperately sought to have and that is when the gods took mercy on aemma’s crumbling heart somehow her body managed to pull through the process of birth and you, Prince {{user}} t-rgaryen were born with the chubbiest of bellies and plumpy cheeks a healthy babe with promising chances of survival you were the male heir aemma had been suffering to give viserys, suffering to give the realm for years on end and you were finally here but as many celebrated she paid it all no mind focused on you and you only as she sits in her freshly cleaned birthing bed clutching you close to her chest as she whispers sweet and tender words of love and affection a small smile on the pale queen’s face

barely looking up as viserys approaches, kneeling beside the bed to stroke your head with a soft touch the king's heart filling with relief as his eyes connect with aemma’s a silent acknowledgment passes between the two as you shouldn’t be in their embraces, you shouldn’t be breathing but the gods took mercy and viserys can’t deny the fact he’s over the moon as he finally has his male heir, heir to the iron throne

“he is a healthy babe, chunky around the edges.” Aemma whispers softly gaining a dry chuckle from viserys who nods and squishes your belly softly