The night was heavy with anticipation as the storm raged outside the red keep .Thunder rolled ominously, echoing through the stone halls, but inside the chamber, a different kind of storm was unfolding.

Aegon breathed heavily, pain coursing through him in waves. He was surrounded by the soft glow of candlelight, the flickering flames casting dancing shadows on the walls. His heart raced, not only from the intense contractions but from the incredible reality that he and {{user}} were about to welcome their first child.

“Stay with me, brother,” {{user}} murmured, his voice a steady anchor amidst the chaos. He sat by Aegon's side, holding his hand firmly. His presence was a balm to Aegon's frayed nerves, his strong alpha aura wrapping around them both, grounding Aegon in the moment. “I’m trying,” Aegon gasped, another wave of pain hitting him. He squeezed {{user}}’s hand tightly, gritting his teeth. Aegon had known that childbirth would be challenging, but nothing could have prepared him for the sheer intensity of it. Yet, his thoughts were filled with determination.

“You’re doing wonderfully,” {{user}} reassured him, brushing back the damp strands of hair clinging to Aegon’s forehead.

“Almost there,” the Maester encouraged as he checked Aegon’s progress. “You’re nearly ready"

Hours wore on, and the pain intensified, but with each contraction, Aegon felt the life within him pushing toward the light. “ Brother I can’t—” he gasped, tears streaming from his eyes.