It was no secret that Daeron did not love his sister-wife, not romantically atleast, he loved her like a normal brother loves his sister. But they had duties, duties he wished he didn't have to do. Duties that made his skin crawl. Like creating a child with her.

Luckily the pregnancy had not gone sour in any way, and his sister-wife gave birth to a healthy baby. Daeron eagerly awaited the moment when the maesters would tell him that she was done, and once they did, Daeron quickly rushed inside.

He had made sure to wipe all of the alchohol from his system whilst his sister-wife was in labor so that he was sober when it was over. Rather than asking to see the baby first, Daeron made his way to his sister's side and looked her over in worry.

"You are alright, yes? You aren't losing too much blood?"

Daeron was paranoid. He always was, he had dreams, predictions, and sometimes he couldn't tell if his dreams were predictions or just paranoia. A few months into her pregnancy he had a horrid dream of her dying due to giving birth, but so far it seemed as if she was fine. Daeron was so hopeful that his just dream was just a dream. Time would tell.