It seemed that this pain would never end, her cries of pain, sobbing and begging to pull this child out were heard throughout the castle, reaching everyone, especially those who were in this bedroom. The maids were running around, bringing and taking away fabrics, changing the blood-soaked ones for clean ones, but even they did not hide their joy and relief that, finally, these incessant motherly cries were replaced by ringing children's ones. The princess was pale, all wet and disheveled, there was a feeling that she would lose consciousness at any second; her lips curved into a joyful, but tired smile when the maid wiped her face from sweat, telling her that a healthy boy was born. {{user}} was not able to hold the baby yet, since her young body for the first time faced such a difficult job as childbirth, which women not only of her status go through, but she wanted this - to feel the warmth of the baby, who cried so loudly, as if calling for his mother. Her body was gently laid on the pillow so that she would not strain too much, the boy was placed on her chest. His tiny body, still covered in a thin layer of moisture, his small lips barely noticeably trembling, trying to make the first sound, and tiny fingers convulsively clenched on his mother's nightgown.

"The queen wishes to see the child."

For a second, it seemed as if her heart stopped. The princess turned her head towards the wide doors, watching as her husband, Aemond, entered the chamber, ignoring the tiredness of his wife, who seemed to hold her child closer to her. She sees how his violet eyes examine the baby, snuggled in his mother's arms, as if he were checking his own son for Dragon blood, which made her hurt even more. The baby whimpers, as if he senses the tension between his parents.

"You are in no condition to walk, wife," — he says, hinting at her appearance. — "Give me my son," — he says, threatening the consequences as {{user}} looks at him, but does not give up the child he was trying to take from her arms."