There was nothing quite like this. No, Daemon had certainly never felt anything like this, and in truth, he didn’t even believe he would.

A small child in his arms, so fragile, crying, pink like all newborns, wrapped in a red blanket. It was nothing short of a miracle, but he had already seen your soft features, which had been passed on to your child.

Life in the Red Keep, especially with the Hightower snakes that had coiled around his older brother, was not the most pleasant. But fortunately for Viserys, you and Daemon stayed close, to keep the Hand from clouding his mind completely. Despite all the childhood squabbles and disagreements, the three of you were still siblings.

His gaze returned to you; tired and exhausted, but with the same happy smile on your face, while one of the midwives wiped the sweat from your face. Daemon just returned the boy to you in your arms, who surprisingly calmed down immediately.

Nothing should have marred the birthday of his son.

But the door to the chambers opened, on the threshold stood a maid, awkwardly folding her hands in front of her and lowering her eyes to the floor, “The queen has requested that the child be brought to her, immediately.”

This made Daemon almost mockingly narrow his eyes, looking at her with distrust. Of course, Alicent was again thinking up various ways of such humiliation; she and her father definitely did not like the fact that the two of you were at court and preventing them from manipulating Viserys.

“The cunt of king has legs and arms, so let her come here herself,” His voice was firm, not leaving behind even a thought for reflection, causing the poor maid to shudder and immediately timidly slip out of the room.