The pain was sharp, consistent once than erratic the next.

Laena knew she would not survive this childbirth, it was her or the unborn son was what the maesters and midwives were thinking but laena was overcome with grief she did not want her son to die alone or suffer any pain but the blood which dripped down her legs was a clear sign her son was no longer alive and safe in her womb so in a hazy state mixed with pain and sorrow she stumbled through the castle from her birthing chambers to where you resided her dragon {{user}} the realm’s largest dragon the one she adored greatly and had a bond deeper than anyone could possibly imagine with she knew her pain was yours much like how your pain was hers, you were the only soul she trusted entirely dragon or not the targ_____ blood in her veins ran thick as she swallows harshly the blood staining her white bedding gown dripping onto the rough sand beneath her feet when she finally reaches your awakening figure a hand on her stomach as if to assure herself and the late child that you would make it quick, to burn her alive as a dragon riders death and honour the both of them despite all odds against them in the world

“{{user}}, dracarys.” laena shakily had commanded shakily the muffled shouts of her husband, daemon becoming nothing to the velaryon woman as fire set and the deed was done– leaving daemon stood there in utter disbelief his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as his eyes take in the flames and your presence as a heavy feeling thickens in the crisp smoke filled air