DISCLAIMER: Chapter prologue.

Chapter rating: T (CHAPTER CONTAINS CHILDBIRTH! A/N: Never done it so don't know the real procedure! Especially for back then, I was only able to watch shows that showed women giving birth to try and get it close.)

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(King's Landing; During Battle of Blackwater)

Sneaking through the castle was easier than he thought, his men were being cautious as they swept through themselves. He had been told where the Princess' chambers laid, a Lannister guard had been very helpful before he killed him. All the knights were fighting the Baratheon soldiers, he and the men came up to a room, very few were guarding the castle it seems once a person entered. His queen had given him an order and he was going to follow it out, making sure to not leave a mark that a northerner was this far and looking for their Princess. They were bringing her home.

"My Lord," a small whisper and a small nudge made him look as a man pointed to a corridor as a maid was seen fleeing. He caught her as she screamed.

"Princess Sansa Stark, where is her chambers?" he demanded as she winced.

"She's no Princess," she shook her head. "She is a Lady to be married to King Joffrey," but he cut her off with a knife nearly cutting into her skin on her neck.

"Our Princess will not marry that lowlife," he hissed. "She deserves a northern marriage, not some bastard that whore of Queen set upon this world," he snarled as another approached.

"Princess Sansa's chambers, where are they?" he asked once more about to advance as she whimpered.

"Down the hall, only door on the left. She has no guard, they were all sent to go fight for the King after he left," she whimpered out as the men smirked.

"Thank you," he smiled before releasing her as his men grabbed her making her shriek before leaving as a handful went with him. He ignored the screams of maids as he knocked on the door a few times before calling out. "Princess Sansa, I know you are not to open the door for anyone during an invasion. But we were sent from Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen," he called, hearing the shuffle from on the other side. "She had a message for you, took a bit for me to remember," he admitted before saying clearly. "Iksan bringing ao arlī lenton dōna zokla, se mērī mēre gīmigon bisa brōzi," (I am bringing you back home Sweet Wolf, and only one knows this name) he had a hard time remembering how this sentence went in the queen's mother tongue. But it worked as locks were being unhinged and slowly a beautiful redhead with his Lady Stark's eyes, her Tully coming through.

"Who are you?" she asked softly.

"A northern child, like you," he spoke, blue eyes shining as she bit her lip. "We were to leave tonight, if you join, pack warmer. It will be cold," he urged as she looked down before nodding. Closing her door, she quickly dressed in a warmer traveling dress and cloak and paused when she spotted the doll her father gave her. She grabbed it and also grabbed the letters and the shard of a shell, she made sure she took everything before leaving as the young man quickly guided her out. He looked like a true northerner; the thick build, dark features and blue eyes that were not uncommon among the North. She just prayed to the Old and New that she made it to her family safely.

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(After)

Rhaenyra groaned softly as she waited for Robb, he was in a meeting with the lords and two visitors from Dragonstone, Maester Lyon ordered she give birth in Riverrun, it would be to strenuous for her to be moved. Robb had sent word to Renly that she could not be moved yet and would remain at Riverrun, the lord instead sent Ser Davos to talk with her. Rhaenyra had been surprised to see the knight who had been told to remove the Red Priestess before battle. They both were the only ones to come out alive, returning to Dragonstone, to a horrified Renly and Margery who had been battling her father about supporting the losing side. But the knight did not come alone, Melisandre came along with. They both were being talked to by Robb who was reading over Renly's response.

"Your Grace, you should be resting if you feel uncomfortable," Ser Barristan advised as she sighed.

"I'll feel this even lying down Ser Barristan, the babies are shifting so it will cause discomfort regardless. I might walk outside, I need fresh air," she sighed, feeling hot and clammy as she turned and headed for the door.

"Hello, Your Grace," a young voice spoke as she turned and spotted Edrick, smiling and much happier.

"Edrick," she breathed happily. He remained hidden when they returned. Mourning and missing his mother, Maester Lyon kept him for a bit and then decided he should go home. It would also keep him safe, Robb agreed as did Catelyn who had grown fond of the child that reminded her of her own boys. Edrick agreed, he would miss the queen and her dragons but he missed his mother most of all.

"I just wanted to tell you I'm leaving, Lord Beric and Thoros of Myr were leaving and decided to take me when they leave," he revealed as Rhaenyra gave a sad smile, tears filling up.

"I will miss you Edrick," she wished as he gave a small smile, coming up and embracing her as she held him close. "I wish you safe travels home and hope to see you when we leave," she hoped as he nodded and pressed a small kiss to her belly that had grown quickly.

"I hope to see the Prince or Princess you bring," he smiled as she grinned and watched him walk away, greeting a soldier who walked alongside him.

"We will see him again Your Grace," Ser Barristan spoke, knowing the Queen held a soft spot for the boy.

"I know," Rhaenyra smiled before returning to her original plans in enjoying some fresh air. Rhaella was first to greet her mother and land on the castle walls, scaring many servants who had been walking with their duties but when she landed they all ran to avoid the large dragon. Rhaenyra noted how her dragons came from the forests, she was happy to learn they were hunting further now and weren't just relying on the fish and few animals that came close to the riverbank, since she remained inside.

"They seem happier now that you are up and walking around," the knight beamed as Rhaenyra chuckled and pet her dragon's nose, the female purred happily as Alysanne flew nearby shrieking as she did so.

"Do they?" Rhaenyra asked softly, looking into the dragon's eyes. The female crooned before huffing as she sniffed her mother a few more times, her belly in specific. She took off with her mother watching her, watching her as she turned and flew allowing one of her wings to tip into the water, she watched as the dragon righted herself once more and flew over the castle and over them. Alysanne and Rhaeys joined shrieking as they sang together, Rhaenyra was entranced as she watched them. Ser Barristan frowned as he watched, he knew the queen adored her dragons and the closer her birthing got the more they seemed to want to be closer to her and her to them.

"Your Grace," Maester Lyon came up to her as Rhaenyra turned. She saw the Maester approach, he looked relieved. "Your Grace, you must return to rest, I know you have been up since dawn," he sighed as she smiled sadly.

"Of course Maester Lyon," she agreed before giving a sharp breath, clearing her throat the two men accompanied her to her chambers as Lynara and Valaena already had her bed made and pulled down for her.

"Pleasant dreams, Your Grace," Maester Lyon wishes as he left along with Ser Barristan so she could be changed.

"How do you feel Rhaenyra? Don't lie to me," Valaena demanded as she helped her queen strip off her dress.

"I felt a few sharp pains earlier. But they left moments after, I kept time, like you taught me," Rhaenyra was quiet as she sat on her bed while they busied around her.

"Good girl," Valaena praises as Lynara feels her forehead. She frowned feeling the clammy skin of her queen, softly she picked up the cold towel before running it over the girl's forehead as Baela sat on Robb's side when her cousin laid down. Groaning softly, the Targaryen felt Sauna join and softly laid her hands on the large belly.

"I will go get a healer," Sauna worried before the queen stopped her.

"No one but the maesters will touch me, but go see if Melisandre is done with the meet with my husband," she heard from Thoros that the priestess of their temple are best for pregnancies. They are like healers but will ensure the survival of both mother and child, he had urged her to think of it when she told him of the Red Priestess she met at Dragonstone under Stannis' rule.

"Of course, Your Grace," Sauna left, knowing what the woman looked like.

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It took a bit but Rhaenyra was patient as the pains lessened, her maids kept her company and continuously checked her feeling and Valaena would occasionally feel her stomach, searching for any movements or discomfort. Knocking made them all perk up as Lynara put her stitching down.

"Your Grace, I have Melisandre with me as requested," Sauna announced as she was let in with the red priestess who stopped at seeing her stomach. Robb wanted his wife protected and kept away, he knew from stories that Ser Davos was a good and honest man, he also was curious if the rumors about Stannis cutting the fingers were true.

"My, Your Grace. The last time I saw you, you were not as big," she reasoned as Rhaenyra laughed softly.

"Yes, it appears that I am having twins, with how big I am," she spoke before wincing as Baela concentrated on unbraiding her hair. Melisandre quickly took over Lynara's job as the woman left to go retrieve more towels and another basin of water just in case.

"My first question should have been, how do you feel right now?" she laughed softly with the present women.

"Do not worry, she most likely does not tell people until something happens," Valaena spoke quickly as the redhead smirked.

"Most Dragons are stubborn and quite willing to do things themselves," Melisandre spoke, feeling the girl's forehead as she grinned.

"They learn to love that about me," she offered as a glare was sent from a smirking Valaena.

"I have had sixteen years of that child, and I still do not," she denied as the Priestess smiled and chuckled a bit more, finding the banter between the Valyrian women humorous.

"Do we amuse you? My Lady?" Rhaenyra smiled softly to the woman who tensed before seeing the warmth in her eyes.

"A bit, Your Grace," she continued her examination as she found the belly, it was more descended than she expected, so she knew the babies would be born soon. "I can tell you that you will give birth soon, within a fortnight if I might offer a guess," she reasoned as her hand rested on top as Rhaenyra laid her own over the elder woman's. The Dragon Mother felt she could trust the intuition of the Red Priestess, and as much as she'd regret saying this, she could not wait until the pregnancy was over

"I only hope for a healthy birth for our queen," Lynara spoke with cloths over her shoulder.

"And I will remain here for that, and after as well," Melisandre spoke softly moving some hair strands. "As my kind is of more use that way," she smirked as she took a cloth and laid it across her chest and underneath her hair and against her neck.

"We will need all the help we can have with her family's history," Catelyn spoke as she entered, Arya joining her, they seemed to be getting along better. But Arya still growled out she will not marry some squash-faced bug, which got a howl of laughter from the women, Melisandre as well as she softly took the young Stark's hand.

"I see blue eyes," she started staring into Arya's Stark grey eyes. "Those will be the eyes that you bond with," she revealed as Catelyn looked to the Priestess sharply.

"Than let's hope a Frey has blue eyes," she muttered as Rhaenyra sighed noticing Melisandre look to Catelyn with pity.

"I can see your anger. At the war, at yourself," she claimed as everyone noticed the stillness in Catelyn.

"Why would I be angry at myself?" she asked with confusion.

"Because of the Frey family," Melisandre spoke plainly. "You hate yourself because you not only bartered your daughter to them but your firstborn grandson," the redhead continued as Catelyn swallowed thickly. "The boy everyone thinks is to be King after his father," but with how Melisandre looked away at that is what sets Arya on edge. She sat on the side of the bed, hands laying on the belly, the continuous movement didn't bother her anymore.

"Let us not worry about that, shall we?" Valaena spoke up not wanting her queen to worry over the Frey family, she held no love for them and wished they be swallowed up by the river.

"Yes, for now we shall worry over our queen and ensure that my grandchildren are born healthy," Catelyn prayed they were given twin boys, it would strengthen Robb's reign but also give them a chance with Walder Frey. But what Catelyn didn't realize was that Rhaenyra wasn't planning on giving that man any child or blood of her family. Dragons needed strength, not slimness, she married a direwolf, her children would have ones as strong or stronger.

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Rhaenyra laid peacefully as Robb entered the room, Grey Wind alongside him as the wolf softly nudged the growing belly before licking her exposed hand. The queen still asleep stroked his fluffy ears as he whined softly, tail wagging before laying down on the floor in front of her. Robb watched with a smile as he got undressed to take a small nap with her, he gave Ser Davos and his party full access to his home as welcomed guests. He enjoyed the man and found him humourous, he also noticed the loyalty as he had a letter from Shireen to Rhaenyra. Robb offered to give it to her when she awoke as the knight thanked him and went to go watch the dragons who were bigger than he last saw. His heart nearly stopped at seeing the larger Rhaella who growled before flying off, the other two watched while flying around the opening of the castle. Robb laid alongside his pregnant wife and laid his hand along her belly, feeling the babies move, soothing him instantly, he thought of everything. The possibility of Daenerys coming this way once her own dragons were bigger and she had an army to bring. He worried when those dragons became bigger and possibly flew in this direction, he assumed like the girls they wouldn't leave Daenerys, their mother. But Rhaenyra mothered them a bit but still tried to get them further, she nurtured them like her own, but still regarded them as beasts like he did Grey Wind.

"The priestess thinks I might give birth within a fortnight," Rhaenyra muttered as she borrowed her face in her pillow to return to sleep.

"That close?" he questioned worried.

"Catelyn claimed it was common for women to birth multiple children earlier than a single babe, Val claimed I came early, like you," her tone was filled with seep but Robb knew she'd wake if needed. He wanted her to sleep as long as possible if any indication of his siblings' rearing was like when they were babes and the couple were children, listening to their cries at night.

"Sleep longer," he shushed as Rhaenyra slowly turned so she could inhale his scent while she slept. Robb shifted his hands so one could still be touching her belly, she freed one foot to keep herself cool, for whatever reason.

"I'm scared, Robb," she admitted as he hushed her once more.

"Don't think like that, many women in your family survived births of twins, besides many of them were children with siblings parents," he knew that would not upset her as it was true, her own parents being examples, her mother had many pregnancies but four live births that survived past childhood. "Sleep, Love. You'll give yourself nightmares," he told as she smirked.

"Those dragons growing gave me nightmares, I've already had a few common ones apparently, from what everyone has been telling me" he chuckled at hearing that as she slowly started to doze off.

'Let her have a peaceful sleep,' Robb prayed as he nuzzled her hair, slowly falling asleep himself as he listened to Grey Wind's heavy breathing.

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(Daenerys)

Daenerys sat in her tent reading the latest letter but this one was from Robb himself, she frowned softly at reading the results and started to worry. "Khaleesi?" Jorah asked worried.

"She's not doing good, a Red Priestess has arrived to help with the delivery but they say she's paler, can barely leave the castle," Daenerys spoke as she read with worry.

"She's nearing the end Khaleesi, she cannot move as much and will need to start preparing for the birth, some continue to reside in bed until the birth if carrying the child becomes too much," Jorrah claimed as Daenerys frowned, wishing she could be there with her sister. Drogon sensed his mother's worry and came up to her, he was growing quick in size, just like Rhaenyra said. So long as she allowed them to eat, but knew what to eat and what not to eat, but she still fed them certain meats, handfuls. She felt like she could not let them gorge like her sister's did, Ser Jorah and her Dothraki have both agreed with her twin though.

"I wish I was there," she whispered as she continued to pet him. He purred as she looked at her brother-in-law's handwriting, thinking he must be loyal to write to her and also stay beside his wife at all times, unlike his father.

"Be patient Khaleesi," Ser Jorah requested as they looked at the city they mean to enter tomorrow. Astapor, a city in Slaver's Bay, a city of slaves which made Daenerys' skin crawl. Her sister agreed as she told her where she was going,.

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(Riverrun)

"She's where now?" Oberyn asked as he sat in the Queen's chambers with his paramour and the expecting mother.

"Slaver's Bay, a city called Astapor, I think," Rhaenyra thought as Arya produced a book when she entered with Baela. The two have been keeping Rhaenyra company but also to tell everyone when she goes into labor.

"Found the book of Essos, Mother said most of the castles had books of the east, almost called her a liar if Maester Lyon hadn't of been reading it himself," she spoke as Rhaenyra sighed.

"Did he need it Arya?" Rhaenyra asked, worried the maester was using it for something.

"No, he overheard Robb mention to send the raven to a Slaver's city of Astapor, he looked it up before showing me when I asked," Arya climbed in so they could all look and read it.

"It trains the Unsullied, I've heard of them," Oberyn spoke as Rhaenyra perked up. "They're some of the best soldiers in the world," he offered.

"Says here they're slave soldiers, taken as infants," Arya spoke as Rhaenyra frowned.

"But my sister is against slavery, she told me so herself," she countered as Oberyn shurgged.

"When you need an army, they are your best ones. Trained and gelded, they think of nothing but obeying during a war, they stop at nothing, but completing their commander's order or in your sister's case, making her queen," he explained as Rhaenyra listened. It pained her to think her sister might obtain an army of slaves but then realized she needed something. She could do nothing with her small horde of Dothraki she still has after Qarth and the funeral pyre.

"Well, we can only hope that Queen Daenerys knows what she is doing with her campaign," Baela spoke, hoping her cousin would know what to do. She did hope for her reign to be good and not gain the madness that seems to be passing her own queen.

"So do I," Rhaenyra smiled softly before moaning softly as Ellaria looked worried as Arya suddenly thought.

"I have a question," she spoke, feeling a bit uncomfortable. "Have you and Robb thought for any names?" she asked as the pair perked themselves, hoping to hear.

"For a boy we'd name him Eddard," she spoke as they smiled.

"A good name, strong. Worthy of royalty," Oberyn swore, meaning his words as he thought of Eddard Stark, who died of false titles.

"And a girl?" Ellaria questioned. "Your mother's name and niece's name are taken," she smirked as Rhaenyra smiled.

"I have had those eggs named for quite some time," she admitted to their shock.

"Visenya?" Arya questioned as Rhaenyra shook her head, shifting a bit to try and sit differently.

"Gods, no. It's close to Viserys and Daenerys' cream dragon is named Viserion," she frowned. "I thought of Elaena. It was a good name when Shireen read through an old family book of my history."

"It is a good name, very peaceful. Which we hope is in her reign," Oberyn offered as Arya smiled.

"Perfect for my niece or nephew," she claimed as Rhaenyra smiled before groaning softly.

"Rhae?" Ellaria asked worried as Rhaenyra hissed softly. Melisandre rushed in as she laid her hand against her stomach.

"Child, go summon the maesters," the priestess demanded as Oberyn and Ellaria helped in clearing the bed as Rhaenyra gasped in sudden alarm.

"What... is going… on?" she panted feeling the pains Ellaria and Catelyn described.

"I believe you've gone into labor, Your Grace," Melisandre soothed as she wet down the woman's face while Arya ran out, the Prince and his paramour worked in readying her bed while the priestess helped her up and allowed Baela to change her slip that was not soiled. She didn't even realize that her water had broken until she sood and moved around.

"Worry not Rhae," Oberyn soothed, about to leave. "Women birth children everyday, you come from a strong line. You are a true dragon and you will survive this," he spoke as she whimpered softly at feeling pain, he kissed her forehead before giving her over to Ellaria and Baela before leaving as he told an alarmed Ser Barristan who was ready to alert those he needed to while remaining stationed here.

"You are going to have your babe, Rhae," Baela beamed as Rhaenyra smiled softly while sniffing.

"I'm really scared," she cried.

"Don't worry, Rhaenyra. You will birth a healthy baby, and will be okay," Ellaria hoped she wasn't proven wrong as Melisandre ordered her to be bedded down. Catelyn practically ran in with the maesters and the maids, the three women had been surprised and alarmed before racing in as Arya ran to alert Robb.

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Arya ran through the whole castle as she saw the dragons shrieking and roaring about something. They were more active than they've been since she arrived. "Robb! Where's Robb?!" she asked a knight who looked down.

"The King?" he asked confused before looking around.

"Quickly, the Queen's gone into labor!" she urged as he leapt up and searched frantic.

"By the healers' tents," he pointed as he went to alert the lords that needed to know. Specifically the Tullys who might not know.

"Robb!" Arya called as she spotted him talking with a foriegn woman who smiling and trying to keep his attention as he examined the set up the healers and maesters created for now. Frowning she approached, shoving the woman out of the way as she scowled.

"Arya-"

"Rhae's gone into labor," she interrupted making him run off as the woman glared.

"Men are not allowed in the birthing room," she told as Arya turned with a vicious look.

"Neither are you whore," Arya snarled, knowing who this woman is. The flinch made her grin as she turned back to go return to where her niece or nephew will be born.

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Rhaenyra panted as she was settled on the bed, her legs apart as Maester Lyon helped in assisting Melisandre who felt her. Maester Vyman was telling the women what to do while Baela held her friend's hand. All the young woman was instructed by the experienced women and maesters was to be her comfort and companionship, something she was willing to do whenever she needed it. The young queen hummed softly while feeling the pains, squeezing her cousin's hand as she breathed when Catelyn told her too while Ellaria wet down her brow. Lynara and Valaena were aiding in preparing the cloths and would leave to go retrieve more hot water. Melisandre and Maester Lyon just focused on helping her birth her children.

"Just breathe, Your Grace, breathe," Maester Lyon instructed as she growled.

"What else can I do?" she asked irritated as the pains continued to get closer.

"Is there too many people in here?" Catelyn asked Maester Vyman softly, worried, she had, had the maester, a nurse or two and possibly a midwife.

"I have read that Targaryen queen used to have four friends or attendants in helping if your include the array of help they had, some had a few maesters during birth. But with how dire the queen's past is, we will need all the help we can retrieve My Lady," he spoke as she nodded.

"Of course, Sauna has gone to ensure everyone knew as well with Arya," she revealed as he nodded.

"Both young, don't need to see this," he spoke as she nodded once more before Rhaenyra's wailing got a bit louder.

"You are nearly there Your Grace," Melisandre soothed as she prepared everything and told Maester Lyon. "I believe one of the babies might be turned different," she whispered as he sighed.

"If so, we can only hope the first can turn it, or we might lose all three," he warned as she swallowed. Sending a prayer to her lord that all survived, Robb's voice quickly came through as Catelyn left at the ushering of Ellaria.

"You're his mother, only you can calm him down," she rushed while gripping Rhaenyra's hand tighter as her whimpering got closer together. Ellaria soothed and continued to wet her face as her contractions got closer and closer.

"May I check My Lady?" Maester Lyon asked as Melisandre agreed while Maester Vyman softly felt her belly. "It is time child," the maester who had traveled with his queen urged.

"Alright, Baela. Like I've taught you," Ellaria instructed. Ever so carefully, she looped an arm around one of Rhaenyra's legs as a knock told them Catelyn wished to be let back in. Lynara carefully opened the door to allow the future grandmother into the darkened room, lit by candles and fireplace.

"She is ready," Maester Vyman told Catelyn who breathed and smiled.

"Get ready," she instructed, staying at the head while Lynara and Valaena readied towels. Feeling a contraction come Rhaenyra was told to push, she did so as she held her friend's hands.

Robb sat outside after his mother ordered, Arya and Sauna both waited with him as well as Ser Barristan who stood guard, tensing every time he heard a scream. Arya was pale and on the verge of passing out at hearing, Robb prayed to the Old and New gods that his wife and child survived. He'd be devastated if he lost either.

"We heard the news," his great-uncle spoke as he and Edmure appeared being led by Gendry at Arya's request. She had no luck in finding her uncle and great-uncle before asking her friend to see if he had better luck. He did as he knew where to look for the men at the time of day.

"How are you holding up?" Edmure asked, sitting beside his nervous nephew, clapping his shoulder as he sat.

"Nervous," he laughed before giving a shaky breath.

"Felt like that even for brothers. I worried the moment your mother went into labor with you, worried a day and night before you finally came, squealing for all to hear that you were a boy," he laughed as they joined. "Later births were a bit quicker, from what she told me. Like a loyal brother and expecting uncle, I sat here, waiting while your father warred. Fighting to keep you all safe," he smiled as Robb listened, knowing his uncle was trying to distract him.

"I always thought women were let off easy-"

"That doesn't sound easy," Arya snapped at her great-uncle before Robb could sop her. She had paled considerably and was looking sick.

"No, Little Princess. It does not," he agreed as Sauna gave her a bucket just in case and comforted her. Poor girl.

Even down in the cells word had spread, the queen had into labor. The guards were Tully and Dornish but were talking about it.

"What's going on?" Jaime asked curious. He noticed some guards were nice and some were more coarse. He thankfully had some talkative ones tonight, such as the young ones who turned to him.

"The Queen's gone into labor," one spoke, Jaime could hear the eagerness in his voice. "It's quickly spread through that she might be expecting twins," he revealed as the Kingslayer sat in his cell. And with that Jaime hoped the babies were born healthy and Rhaenyra did not suffer her mother's fate.

Inside her chambers Rhaenyra was whimpering as her throat strained against the stress of screams and cries, the soothing and encouraging of the women were deaf to her as she strained on listening to Melisandre who took over.

"Give us one more push Your Grace," she ordered. "A big one," she demanded. Rhaenyra wailed and gave a push as strong as she could gripping a crying Baela's hand, not in pain but from fear of losing her friend.

"Come on, come on," the bastard encouraged as she heard the most wonderful noise to the women and men present. Rhaenyra panted as she inhaled deeply, falling against Ellaria who smiled as she wet her face down more. Melisandre ordered a maester to cut the cord as Valaena appeared before a bright smile lit up the maid's face.

"A beautiful girl, Your Grace," she laughed, while some were disappointed it wasn't a boy, the ones who weren't were overjoyed to see a girl. Rhaenyra laughed softly, she was beyond overjoyed at seeing a girl, softly holding her daughter's tiny fist before she was taken to be cleaned by the maid.

"A girl?" Lynara asked worried.

"Better than a boy," Valaena snapped back, both ensured their voices quiet and low.

"Alright, Your Grace, you do have another on the way. Before the baby was positioned wrong but with the delivery of it's sister, they have shifted," Maester Vyman spoke as Rhaenyra gave a shaky breath as she felt the pressure return and started to readjust herself as the women helped. "Get ready," he urged as she nodded feeling the need to push once more, before long she was back to screaming and wailing, louder and longer. Maester Lyon helped Melisandre pull the child as she pushed.

"One more," the priestess demanded. And with her final push her second child was free, and the priestess' grave face told Rhaenyra what she needed. She had a boy.

"I'm sorry," Baela whispered with a tearful grimace, knowing Rhaenyra had hoped for twin girls.

"A healthy boy, Your Grace," Maester Lyon beamed, happy as Catelyn laughed happily. Ellaria held a shaky smile but released it as Lynara took him to clean him. The maesters helped with the afterbirth while Melisandre went to the twins.

"A boy," Valaena gave a shaky smile.

"It is a good thing Val," Lynara hissed. "We can protect him from the Freys, just like with Arya. She is still a girl, so she cannot be wed until she bleeds," Lynara wiped the crying baby off as his sister was picked up.

"I only hope," the Valeryian maid hoped as she approached the cleaned up Queen. "Your daughter," she offered as Rhaenyra held her newborn daughter. Her son was quickly offered as she took him too, balancing him on her legs, they were still sore and ache but as she stared at the twins it slowly become nonexistent.

"We'll go let Robb in," Baela beamed as she walked away while the rest cleaned up.

Robb practically leapt to his feet when the door opened and out walked Baela who was beaming. "Would you like to meet your children Your Grace?" she asked softly. Robb almost trampled his sister when the maid moved aside a small smile on her face. He stopped at seeing his wife, red-faced and sweaty but smiling as he slowly approached, he saw two bundles; one in her arms the other balanced on her legs. Ellaria remained at her side, still wetting her face and neck down, beaming and cooing to her and the babies.

"Such beautiful babes," she told Robb before leaning down and softly picked the one on her legs. "Your Grace, may I present your boy to you," she urged as he swallowed thickly. "Your wife holds your girl, she is your firstborn," Ellaria spoke as Robb sat alongside his wife who held the baby so he could see her.

"A boy and a girl," Rhaenyra gave a small smile, tears filling her eyes for a few different reasons. Robb knew though, he was joyous to have both but wished, like his wife, he had a girl. Until they reached Winterfell, his son would be targeted by the Frey family and everyone else.

"It'll be okay," he whispered, kissing her forehead as she pressed a kiss to his cheek. Feeling a small fish close around her finger she smiled down to her newborn daughter. "Elaena," he whispered.

"And Eddard," she finished as her son slept his father's arms.

"Perfect names, for perfect babes," he whispered, pressing another kiss to her forehead as she smiled. The women watches with happiness in their eyes, the maesters having long left with the after effects with Melisandre. Catelyn went to go tell her brother and uncle but also Arya and Ser Barristan who beamed with joy. The dragons seemed to listen to their mother's screams and now sang with joy at hearing new wails fill the castle.

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