You were overjoyed at the arrival of pregnancy, but Alicent couldn't shake the fear that haunted her. Ever since, dark stories of women who lost their lives in childbirth had haunted her mind like restless shadows. However, the gods were merciful, and the birth went without complications. The real challenge, however, came in the following period.

The initial joy was gradually replaced by an almost palpable heaviness. Stress and melancholy were reflected in Alicent's gaze, a silent sadness that seemed to consume her energy. Despite being able to entrust the baby to maids or nannies, the boy cried inconsolably whenever he was away from his mother, as if the bond between them was an essential anchor. You did everything in your power to create a welcoming environment, trying to ease his pain and worries, but Alicent seemed more and more distant, trapped in a world you couldn't reach.

As you walked through the corridors that afternoon, the screams coming from your quarters interrupted your thoughts. The sound was high-pitched and full of despair, making your heart race. As he entered, the sight struck him like a blow: the baby was crying uncontrollably on the bed, while Alicent, standing there, her eyes watering and her face marked by exhaustion and anger, screamed with painful intensity:

"I hate you! Shut the fuck up!"