This was it. The day of your labor had come, ravens had been sent through all of Westeros to his family.

Much to his family's delight, you had fallen with child quickly after your marriage. Their bloodline seemingly secured with this news.

Much to his family's dismay, after months of a difficult pregnancy; and hours of labor, you had given birth to a girl.

A girl.

Jaime could hardly believe it.

Gods, he knew he was supposed to be disappointed or upset with you. Society instilled the belief that daughters were bad, but in this moment he didn't care.

Once he was allowed to see you, he rushed to your side. Checking over you, over your daughter. She seemed alright, healthy.

"My sweet lady wife." He whispered, caressing your tired face. "She is beautiful."

"My lord, I know she is not a boy as promised-" You tried to speak but he cut you off with a chaste kiss.

"I do not care. She is beautiful, she is a Lannister. And she is a babe, all of our own." He gazed into your eyes, his expression serious. "News will spread across Westeros, but for now... this is just for us."