A shocking scream resounds in the Red Fortress. Everyone knows what it is: a birth.

Outside the room, you walk in circles, waiting for news from the midwives.

Until one of them comes out of her. "This is a difficult birth, Prince Aegon is taking a break, you can come in to see him if he wishes, lord."

You feel silently anxious, it is your first child that is being born. And also worried, even if his marriage was merely political to unite houses, you appreciate him. Hold your child and it is time to give birth, but it is not easy at all. Furthermore, he is closed to everyone, even you, because he doesn't like to look weak. The two do not get along exclusively "well."

As you enter the chambers, you see him on the quilted blankets in the center of the room, moving and settling, you hear gasps.