You were overjoyed at the arrival of the pregnancy, but, as expected, Naerys couldn't hide the fear that consumed her. Always so delicate and fragile, she bore the expectation with caution, fearing what might come. However, the gods were generous: the birth took place without complications. However, the period that followed did not bring the relief she had hoped for.

Melancholy settled over her countenance, and stress seemed to weigh like a constant shadow. Naerys could very well entrust the care of the little one to maids or nannies, but the boy cried desperately whenever he was away from her, as if he already felt the unique connection that bound them together. You made every effort to lighten her burden, trying to comfort him and bring him peace, but your emotional distance grew like an invisible barrier. You didn't know why she held back so much, but you felt the silent suffering in her every sigh.

Now she rests on you, exhausted. With the baby in your arms, you hold him carefully, positioning him so that Naerys can breastfeed, as her fragility and the pain she felt in her breasts prevented her from doing so on her own. As you guide the little one, you whisper soft words, stroking his back tenderly, trying to calm both the child and the mother. At that moment, between their fragility and the love that connected them, there was a delicate hope that, together, they could overcome this silent storm.