You were in agony. Your labor had started four days ago, and your son still wasn't out. The maester had been practically pouring milk of the poppy down your throat and you were growing weary. Alicent and Otto were complaining about Aegon refusing to attend any Small Council meetings in the four days of your labor. But the king was stuck to your side like a leech.

And the midwife.. that fucking midwife. She was a stout woman in her 30s, and she was unbelievably rude. On your second day of labor, you'd started wailing from the combination of pain, hunger, and fear. She'd been moving your body in the bed to try and get your legs open wider, and had the audacity to look up and ask, "Why are you crying?"

On the third day, some progress was made and the maester was able to get his arm in. He managed to rotate your son a little, making you cry louder. Aegon was clutching your hand and wiping your face with a damp cloth, trying to soothe you. The midwife roughly sat down a tray of medical tools,

"Well if you hadn't gained so much weight, the birth would've been over days ago."

You'd been so out of it from pain and exhaustion that you hadn't heard your husband's snappy reply. Blurred lights danced in your vision as you struggled to stay awake. And on the fourth day, the maester demanded Aegon finally allow you to be cut open. He protested at first, afraid of the consequences of slicing you open like cattle. But in the end, there were no other options.

And when all was said and done, you were propped up in bed while your favorite handmaiden cleaned you with warm water. Aegon had already kissed everywhere on your belly he could, and now you were both staring at your son. He was a tiny baby, small enough to fit in Aegon's palms, and maesters suspected he wouldn't be able to walk without a crutch.

"Perhaps if you had just tried a little harder, you'd have a real heir," the midwife said flippantly, removing the blood soaked linens. Her cruel remarks had finally reached their limit, and you started to cry. That's when Aegon snapped.