You were together in the carriage, on your way to celebrate the sixteenth name day of your stepdaughter, Rhaenyra. A grand event awaited you, but the tension between you was almost palpable. Once best friends, their friendship had faded like mist in the sun after her marriage to Viserys, Rhaenyra's father. It was a delicate relationship, strange even, and the distance between you grew like a wall of silence.

Now, carrying a life in your womb, with a heavy belly and an exhausted body, you knew that labor was near. Despite this, you were still forced to endure the demands of the court, moving from place to place without rest. As the carriage moved forward, the rocking of the bumpy road caused an unexpected jolt to shake you. You grunted involuntarily, one hand instinctively going to your stomach in search of comfort. Rhaenyra, who until then had kept her eyes down and avoided looking at you, raised her gaze, visibly uncomfortable, but she couldn't disguise the concern in her voice as she asked:

"Is everything all right?"