Prologue:
'Hot, so hot' she thinks while licking the salty substance that gathered around her lips, her pained gasp echoing as a contraction hits her.
Putting her hand on the nearest wall briefly flinching away from the heat steaming off.
Bracing herself. She keeps her breaths short, like the nursemaid taught her. ,
she bares it. She has to.
'Please, Gods, the Maiden, the Stranger, Seven hell's The Many face god... let my baby Live!'
pillars of fire fall somewhere behind her, her face contorted in pain as contractions pulse throughout her body.
She knew she wouldn't survive this. Her sweet Dunc' already perished, being so close to the explosion.
'All that matters is her baby, now.'
She was lucky to have been far enough away from the main fire.
The feeling of being ripped apart intensifies to an imaginable degree, making her fall.her baby. She looked down at her…son.
Who stares up at her with an odd awareness in his gaze.
The fire, the crackling, the pain, the burns, all of it disappears as she gazes into her son's red eyes.
'Old gods' passed through her mind. The stories of the forest children, with red eyes.
Her good mother was a Blackwood, a family she knows has magic in their blood.
She herself might not have much to her name.
that doesn't make her blood any less powerful.
She might have been raised in the south, but her blood is of the first men.
Her sight is both a blessing, and a curse. She hopes her baby isn't like her.
'It's not worth the heartache-' her blissful world is interpreted as her son gives a wailing roar.
Jerking, she gathers him pushing past the agonizing pain of childbirth; her frighted Yelp as a falling fixture crashes where she was standing.
Not bothering to look back, she ignores the pain. Stumbling, more than running. She glimpses an opportunity.
'Thank, the God's' she chokes back as a small opening in the broken door. It's not enough to fit her, but her child.
'It's no choice, really"
'Please" she screams out through the crack as the sound of crumbling comes closer.
The heat Intensis, she holds back the scream as it starts licking her back. Blisters start appearing on her shoulder.
"Heyy!" a muffled shout responds from the other side.
All the tension escapes her as her vision is confirmed.
The fight, the adrenaline, the fear, and the despair,it all dissipates into acceptance.
'As long as he lives'
She looks at her son, his light fair hair already fizzled from the heat. Surprisingly, 'though, not really' he looks fairly unharmed from the brazen heat.
She smiles through her pain.
Her sweet baby, a dragon.
She can see the discomfort on his face. Showing that even the famed resistance -her dunc' raved about- has its limits as he scrunches his nose.
The shock and relief of knowing her baby will make-
"My Lady!" The urgent tone of the figure outside yells breaks her last precious moment with her baby. She can't help, but resent the man for it despite his honorable reasons.
"Hurry! You haven't got much time" a familiar face weaves through the small opening. The worried gaze of Ser Lewyn catches hers.
She hurries towards him.
Hardly believing that a kingsguard is here. One that can recognize her. That will make sure her prince will be, that, her prince. Though, all she truly cared about was him living.
The gods must be on her side.
'not mine' her mind whispers distanly.