Baelor stood still as he listened to the maester's words, a chance of losing the baby and the mother, the maester had said, and a terribly painful aswell as strenous labor. Baelor felt pain and concern swell his chest at the news.

Baelor's gaze drifted towards where his wife sat, he had already noticed the signs of unusual discomfort for his wife in her pregnancy. But she seemed happy... and this whole thing broke his heart to think about.

"My love.. "

He started off, swallowing thickly. Baelor had begun to regret not suggesting her drink moontea if she didn't want the baby, but he knew she would want the baby and he himself had wanted more children with her, but not to the point that he wanted her life at risk! She had already given him two beautiful and healthy sons, he didn't need nor want for her to lose her life to give him another.