She was growing restless upon the birthing bed, fan in hand awaiting the labours that would bring her new child into their world.
In all honesty Aemma was scared for what was to come.
She had no intent of facing any disappointment, but in the end it was not up to her, but in the cruelty of the Gods coin toss.
Oh what to be the Queen Consort and Lady wife of Viserys, the peaceful.
Ever since he had been named the late King Jaehaerys's successor she had only wished to provide her husband with a strong set of heirs; but this proved a challenge for them.
Aemma had lost track of the amount of babes she had lost, the amount of miscarriages and stillborns, but never the amount of pain that came with each loss.
Never the devastation and grief.
Thankfully, nearly 7 years ago from this day she was able to conceive a daughter.
Rhaenyra she was named, a young beauty; and even though the babe was not male, she had finally given Viserys an heir.
