A piercing pressure twists across my stomach and I sit up with a pained gasp. The motion unsettles Rhaego from my chest and he starts to tumble out of our furs. Drogo strikes out and grasps the back of his tunic, quickly lifting him back into the furs. His eyes are wide with fear and his small chest rises and falls rapidly with his frightened breaths. I reach out to smooth some of the stray hairs from his tiny braid when my back seizes and an agonized scream rips from my throat. Rhaego whimpers in terror and grips my legs with his small hands.

"Mama?" His little voice quivers and I want to reassure him but the words are lost to me.

"Moon? What's wrong?" Another wave of twisting pain sears through me and I clench my teeth. My body begins to shake and my legs are slick. Drogo lifts up the blanket covering me and his eyes narrow.

"Oh moon, she's coming isn't she?" Despite my disbelief I can't deny the proof of labor. I nod quickly and grip the bedding, my nails digging into the silky furs. Drogo carefully sits Rhaego in the floor and kneels down beside him. He grips his small shoulder and kisses his brow.

"I must get help. Keep watch over your mama." Rhaego puffs out his tiny chest and nods, his bright eyes glinting in the darkened tent. Drogo cups my cheek and kisses my forehead. I grip his hand in mine and begin to cry.

"It's to early! I'm only six months!" Drogo squeezes my hand and detangles himself gently from me. I try to cling to him and his lips twist nervously.

"I have to get Irri. Everything will be fine my moon." Drogo rushes from our tent and I close my eyes as another wave of agony flows through me. I gasp and open my eyes. Rhaego stands beside me, his small hand touching my rolling stomach.

"I protect mama and sister." Tears fill my eyes and I want nothing more than to pull him close to me and hold him. My brave little son. Rhaegostands guard over me when Drogo bursts into the tent, followed by Irri and Alva. Rakharo and Jorah hover outside the tent, ready to aid any way they can.

"Somethings wrong!" My canal doesn't feel nearly wide enough but I can feel the babe moving restlessly inside me. My body spasms and my eyes roll inside my head as I gasp in agony. I feel thick liquid slide from between my legs and I slump in my furs. Everything grows fuzzy and I see Drogohovering above me, his lips moving furiously but no sounds coming forth.

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Drogo's POV:

"Moon! Moon!" Daenerys's body twitches in the furs, her eyes rolled back and her lips parted in a silent scream. I yell for Rakharo to take Rhaegoout and he screams for his mama, his arms outstretched for her. I lift her gently into my arms, her small form trembling. Irri sits between her legs and feels around for the babe. Her face pales and she snaps for Alva to fetch hot warm and clean cloths.

"What's happening?" Irri ignores me, her hands organizing her supplies and screaming orders to Alva and Jorah. Daenerys shudders in my arms and chokes on her scream. I grip her tighter and try to stop her agonized jerks. Irri yells for Jorah to come push her leg up while Alva does the other one. Jorah looks uneasily at me but I could care less that he see's my moon in such an intimate position. All that matters is saving her life.

"The babe is in distress, from what I can feel her umbilical cords seems to be wrapped around her throat." My stomach drops and I watch as more blood flows from between Daenerys's legs.

"I have to twist the babe and try to untangle her otherwise she won't make it." My heart clenches in my chest and I look down at Daenerys.

"What about my moon?" Irri grips a tiny pair of cutting tools. Her dark eyes are worried.

"If I can't untangle the babe the Khaleesi will bleed to death. I need you to hold her still, I must cut her to widen her opening." Her words knock the air from my lungs and everything fades for a moment before I'm snapped back to reality with startling force. Alva hovers beside me, her eyes wide with fear and determination. My cheek stings and I gape up at her. She slapped me.

"This is no time to fall apart Khal Drogo. We need your help." I nod absently and tighten my hold on Daenerys. I look away as Irri cuts her. Daeneryscries in agony and I clench my teeth. She wakes with a gasp and struggles in my arms.

"The babe is dying! You have to get her out!" Daenerys screams at Irri, her bright eyes filled with terror.

"I have to do this right or you will die Khaleesi!" Irri snaps at Daenerys, her hands slick with blood and tissue.

"I don't care what happens to me. You have to save my babe!" My moon begins to sob, her body shaking. A moment later she faints and slumps in my arms.

"This last part will be touch and go. I will gently coax the babe from the Khaleesi." Irri begins to work and I keep my eyes on my moon.

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Daenerys POV:

I wake with a start and see Drogo hovering beside me with a shiny babe wrapped in leather. She has a headful of silky silver hair, her skin a pale alabaster shade. She fusses slightly in Drogo's arms and I try to reach out to her but my arms are too weak.

"She's beautiful." My words are raspy and my throat dry. Drogo looks at me, his dark eyes shinning with tears.

"He is a healthy, fat babe despite being early." My eyes widen and I gasp softly. We were so sure I carried a little girl. Drogo smiles at me holds the babe close for me to see. He smacks his lips and yawns before blinking his eyes. I am left breathless. My beautiful little son, he has pale violet eyes of the most alarming shade. I begin to weep and my heart swells with love for my new son.

"You did a good job moon of my life." I smile at him and open my mouth to speak. The words die in the throat and my body seizes. My torso thumps in the furs and my vision flashes white. Slickness pools between my thighs and I struggle to keep my eyes open.

"Moon?! What's happening?!" Drogo bellows in terror.

"She is bleeding out. I have to stop the flow of blood! Alva, hand me the iron!" Drogo hovers above me, his form blurry in my shifting vision.

"Stay awake moon! You must stay awake." I summon all my strength and softly touch my babe's silky cheek.

"Baelor. Name him Baelor." A tremor tears through my body and my vision goes white. Drogo and Baelor fade and then I see nothing at all.