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“Death and Rebirth"
“𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐇."
𝐍𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒
had those three bloody words drilled into her head by all those around her. Three bloody words that she was sure if she had to hear one more time being yelled at her, she wouldn't hesitate to call for Winter or Fyer to burn everything and everyone to the ground in a pile of burning cinders.
"One mo-"
"One more push! I Fucking know, it's childbirth, not some complicated magic from the lands of Ashai!" She screamed back at the ruddy face of Maestor Caryl. A brief silence washed over the stuffy room, only to be broken by the Maestors embarrassed clearing of his throat and the slight bob of his head.
"Very well my Lady, though I do advise you…um well you know. The baby's head is very much visible and the time to greet them into the world is now."
She said nothing to the nervous man or paid him any mind as she moved to sit up further to prepare to push once again. Legs braced wide, hands clenching the sweat-stained sheets beneath her, and teeth clenched; Naerys Greywood like a solider seeing the influx of the enemy charge towards them, braced herself for the onslaught of pain that was to come her way.
