A/n this is my first ever fanfic. Pls be gentle with me...hope u like it!! Also constructive criticism is appreciated
Warnings:- mentions of death, childbirth and absent father
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 1 : 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬
“The second wife of King Viserys I Targaryen had been swelling quite massively during her third pregnancy. Many predicted her to be carrying multiples. Whilst the young Queen was trying to mend her broken friendship with the Princess Rhaenyra, in her womb grew the ones who were destined to change the course of the Targaryen history.”
~ Archmaester Gyldayn on ‘The women of house Targaryen’
Alicent had tried whatever means she could partake in order to make Rhaenyra understand but Rhaenyra was adamant on ignoring her. How could she make her understand that she had no intentions on marrying the King? It was the king himself that chose her. Now here she was in her room crying her heart out for her broken friendship while she was heavy with her third child. She hated herself for being so obedient, for being dutiful. All the more she hated herself for loving Rhaenyra. No matter what the princess said, her heart would still beat for the white haired Valyrian woman. Stupid traitorous heart!!
How would she ever confess to Rhaenyra. It was a sin in the eyes of the seven! A woman having romantic feelings for another woman, but how could she stop her heart from falling for the purple eyed beauty. Now Rhaenyra won’t even look at her. She gave out an agonised scream and her knees gave out. She sat there on the carpeted floors of her chambers sobbing for her lost love, cursing her fate.
Her sadness slowly turned into anger. Anger towards her father for putting her in this situation, anger towards the King for choosing her, anger towards this damned babe inside her, who would not stop kicking. In a fit of rage she balled her fists and started hitting her swollen belly. This damned babe and all the other babes she bore to the King were at fault. She could’ve been barren, without child but those seeds of the King had to take shelter in her womb. She knew what her actions would lead to, she knew this could lead to her loosing the babe, but she didn’t care. Maybe loosing the babe would make the King leave her alone. She had already birthed a son and a daughter.
She went on hitting her stomach, screaming in pain yet she didn’t stop. It wasn’t until Ser Criston Cole came inside the chambers and held her hands did she notice the pool of blood that stained the floor.
“My Queen please stop hurting yourself!” Ser Criston said while holding the Queen’s hands in order to stop her from continuing the assault.”Unhand me Ser Criston!”, Alicent scremed, “ Unhand me at once!”
The Queen’s chambers were flooded with people witnessing the Queen having an emotional breakdown. Rhaenyra was standing at the doorway, having been alerted by the ruckus. The King came marching down the corridor followed by the Hand. He saw his firstborn standing at the door of his wife’s chambers, while she was distraught. He came forward and asked,” What’s the matter Rhaenyra?"
“She’s just throwing a fit. A ploy of hers to get attention” Rhaenyra exclaimed with a blank face. She then turned and left the scene. The Hand of the King witnessed the entire conversation stone faced.
The King entered the chambers to the sight of his wife sitting on the floors, a pool of blood at her feet, in the arms of her sworn shield screaming in pain while clutching her belly. Viserys gazed at the scene bewildered. “Get the Maesters you fools!” barked out the Hand of the king, "And get her Grace off the floors". The maids rushed to pick up the queen who was now moaning in pain. "No! No! Stay away from me! Let me die!", cried the queen refusing any maid to hold her.
"Stop this madness Alicent! What has gotten into you?" Exclaimed Otto while thinking of ways to calm his daughter. Clearly she was going through a lot. "Your Grace in order to let the masters examine, you should lay down on the bed", Ser Criston said trying to coax the young girl. He might not know what pains she was going through but as her sworn shield he couldn't let her be in pain any longer. "No! Pls no!" Alicent went on muttering as Ser Criston lifted her gently from the floors and laid her on her bed. The white sheets quickly staining crimson red.
The King witnessed the entire situation silently without any word of comfort towards his despaired wife. The maesters rushed into the chambers along with the midwives. The grandmaester started to examine Alicent at once. "Her Grace has started her labors!", exclaimed the grandmaester.
All of the Red Keep could hear the agonising screams of Alicent. It was a difficult birth, the maesters had informed Viserys that it might come down to the death of either the mother or the child. The King sat outside of his wife's chambers listening to her calls. He couldn't fathom loosing his second wife in childbirth. He had already lost his love not his second wife. Alicent's screams reminded him of that unfategul day when he lost Aemma.
While the King sat mourning his already dead wife, the Hand was found in the Sept, praying to the mother. Otto Hightower might not show it but he loved his daughter, the one who looked exactly like his deceased wife. His children were the last remaining sign of his lady wife and we would not loose them to these incestuous Targaryens. He couldn't aid in these matters, so he prayed, the only thing he could do at that moment.
Princess Rhaenyra was back in her solar reading, while a bard played. The pained screams of her now stepmother could be heard clearly. She huffed and shuffled in her seat beside the window,"Play louder!", she ordered the bard and went back to reading.
The Queen was in labour for sixteen hours. And gave birth to not one but two Targaryen babes, with silver hair and violet orbs. It was rumoured that the girl babe was an exact replica of the then Queen, which later proved to be true as the princess grew
A son and a daughter. Two pieces of the same soul. The two infants were much smaller than their siblings. Alicent was pale faced and had lost a lot of blood, she was ready to collapse anytime soon. But the faces of her children kept her going. Her son looked quite similar to the King, with his lilac eyes. Her daughter was a different case. Looking down at her daughter was like looking in a mirror. She had inherited all of her facial features except her hair and eyes. The infant had half opened one of her eyes and she could see that her daughter had amethyst eyes, a little darker than her brother's.
Queen Alicent would raise them to be pious and teach them how to serve the people of the kingdom. She would teach her daughter to be diplomatic and how to take her place in court and the council without letting any man bring her down. Her son would be taught how to respect women and treat them correctly. She would raise these children the way she couldn't raise her other two. She would do it right this time.
Thus the Dragon Twins were born who would later come to be known as Aemond 'One Eye' Targaryen and Visenya Targaryen 'the people's princess'.
