The lineage of fire and blood has endured for three centuries, and it remains unyielding in its strength. Amidst the chaos of countless conflicts and uprisings, the dynasty's grip on the crown remained unwavering, and the lineage itself proved resilient through the ages. Through flames and sacrifice and the legacy of Aegon the Conqueror, the Targaryens were born, yet it was the sixth of his name who ensured their survival against all odds. It all commenced with the moment he drew his first breath.
A cry echoed through the chamber as a Dornishwoman endured the pain of childbirth. She had endured the trials of labor for what felt like an eternity. The anguish weighed heavily upon her, and fatigue enveloped her like a blanket of darkness. Yet it was her noble partner who cried out in torment. As the lady entered the final stages of labor, she seized her husband's hand, gripping it with all her might. Her beloved spouse felt the sharp crunch of bones beneath her grip.
"Forgive me, my beloved. Yet, you grip my hand with a fierce determination. It is so constricting that it brings forth a sense of unease. I fear I have heard the ominous sound of a bone shattering." This person is Rhaegar Targaryen, the noble Crown Prince of the Seven Kingdoms and the true heir to the Iron Throne.
The woman from Dorne, bringing forth new life, was Elia Martell, an actual princess of her land. In due time, their first child was brought into the world.
"A daughter has been born, your majesties." The older man delivered his tidings after severing the cord. An attending midwife presented the Grandmaester with a pure white cloth to swaddle the newborn within its folds. He cradled the infant in his weathered, trembling grasp.
The old Maester reached out to pass the child to his mother, yet she flinched sharply, a wave of pain coursing through her as she grasped her still swollen belly.
"It seems your journey is far from over, my Princess!" The aged man declared.
"Yet one more shall arrive."
Pycelle swiftly entrusted the child to the midwife, redirecting his gaze back to Elia with a determined focus.
A fragment of Rhaegar's soul remained in turmoil, grappling with the reality that he had become a father to a daughter. But that part of him soon yielded to the revelation that he was to be blessed with twins--two heirs born of a single birth. 'A boy…' he whispered to himself. 'It is surely a male heir.' And he spoke the truth.
With a final, fierce determination, Elia unleashed a cry that echoed through the halls as she delivered her son into the world. Moments have passed since the Grandmaester cut the cord. Yet, she perceived a shift in the arrival of her son; an unsettling feeling lingered in the air. "What is the reason for his silence?" Why does he not weep like his sister, as all babes are to do upon being born? She was worried by a deep and unyielding dread for her son's safety.
"Do not be afraid, my Princess."
Pycelle comforted the Princess and her husband, saying.
"The child is merely in a deep sleep; this is a sporadic event; I have never before seen anything like it, truly. Nevertheless, such events do take place. While he may not cry out like others when born, he is healthy and has a bright future."
"I now wield two heads of the Dragon." Rhaegar mused, lost in thought.
"Just one more."
He cast a knowing glance at his wife, their hands entwined, a bond forged in the fires of loyalty amidst the swirling affection surrounding them.
"Elia, thank you."
He pressed his lips softly to his wife's forehead, a delicate act of affection amid the tumultuous storm of their existence, which would soon descend upon them without warning.
Two days have gone by, and Elia remains unchanged in her condition.
Two days had passed, and Elia lay in a deep slumber within her private chambers. Following the birth, she lost consciousness and has yet to regain awareness. Simultaneously, Elia accommodated several other individuals in her room as well. In the distant corner of the room, Rhaegar cradles both Rhaenys, encircled by three Kingsguard: Ser Arthur Dayne, Ser Barristan Selmy, and Ser Lewyn Martell. While Ashara, a long-time friend of Elia, helped by ensuring Elia was clean and comfortable as Elia rested. She now held baby Aegon, the future Crown Prince.
Rhaegar cradled his newborn daughter, a fragile life resting against his heart. She lay in a deep slumber now, like her brother, nestled in the embrace of Ashara, who bore him gently. The Crown Prince remained oblivious that his daughter had succumbed to the embrace of sleep. Rhaegar cast his eyes between his daughter and son, the weight of destiny heavy upon him.
Ashara picked up on the cue and approached the new father. Rhaegar observed both infants closely, and in his view, they were flawless. Rhaenys' hair remained too short and sparse to ascertain its color. However, Aegon entered the world with a complete head of hair. Aegon possessed White Silver hair akin to his, complemented by a streak of black hair. Aegon's hair has a wavy and curly texture, reminiscent of his mother Elia's. Both were asleep, preventing him from seeing Aegon's eye color. Aegon hasn't opened his eyes for the past two days. Both appear to have inherited their mother's tanned Dornish skin. Rhaenys possessed her father's eyes.
"Elia will be fine, Rhaegar." A calming voice resonated with reassurance. It was the renowned swordsman, Arthur Dayne.
" You may have a point, Arthur, but I can't shake the concern. Elia had lost a significant amount of blood during childbirth, and no one had witnessed my son opening his eyes, not even when the wetnurse arrived to feed the babes. What if there is an issue with him as well? And there linger the whispers of Pycelle that also fill me with unease."
FLASHBACK
Outside the birthing room, Rhaegar waited as the wetnurse took the babes to their chambers. After hours, Pycelle finally came out.
"How's my wife, Grandmaester Pycelle? Is she okay?"
"She is well, my Prince. She feels fatigued and has experienced a significant loss of blood. However, she will not be claimed by the Stranger today, and hopefully not in the near future. She has now slipped away into the realm of sleep and dreams. However, my Prince, I will caution you that the arrival of the twins had certainly impacted her. She will need to rest in bed extensively for several months."
Rhaegar hesitated to voice his question, fearing it would imply that his affection for Elia was solely rooted in her ability to produce heirs.
"Is she still capable of bearing offspring?"
Pycelle watched the prince as he grasped and tenderly stroked his long, white beard.
"My Prince, I shall speak plainly to you." She possesses the strength, yet such a path would weigh heavily upon her shoulders. Her endurance in the face of such a formidable challenge, bringing forth two heirs at once, is extraordinary. Should she find herself with child once more, it is most probable that she would see the pregnancy through to its conclusion, yet a grave peril looms that the act of bringing forth life could prove deadly for her. I suggest you reconsider pursuing another, at least with her.
END FLASHBACK
On the fourth day, Elia finally emerged from her sleep. She immediately inquired about her daughter. A servant girl, diligently cleaning the room, hurriedly exited and alerted the White Cloaks stationed outside the room that Princess Elia had awakened.
Shortly thereafter, Rhaegar was the first to step into Elia's chamber. He hurried to her and pressed his lips against hers. Shortly thereafter, Ashara entered, cradling baby Rhaenys. Elia's eyes sparkled with happiness as she spotted her daughter. Ashara approached, gently placing Rhaenys in Elia's arms before stepping away.
Elia became consumed by her affection for her daughter as the sound of footsteps echoed in her chamber. She lifted her gaze and beheld her brother, Oberyn, cradling a child in his embrace.
"Brother, what are you doing here, and did you have another child?"
"Dear sister, I came here to support. But the babe in my arms is not of mine but yours, Elia. Did you forget you had twins, sister?
With a puzzled expression, she scanned her surroundings, wishing for someone to clarify. Rhaegar gently wove his fingers through Elia's hair, capturing her gaze with a tender touch. "Indeed, my dear, not long after bringing Rhaenys into the world, you endured pain again and welcomed Aegon." Since then, you have remained unconscious for the past four days."
Oberyn advanced with purpose, his eyes locked on his sister, as he tenderly passed Aegon into Elia's other arm, ensuring she held her cherished infants with utmost tenderness. Joyful tears flowed down her cheeks, a testament to her overwhelming emotions as she cradled her little ones.
Aegon shifted gently in Elia's embrace. As a new parent, she soon realized that this was far from just a matter of her child seeking a more comfortable sleeping position. No, no. The boy was stirring from his slumber. Little Aegon remained silent, his gaze fixed intently on Elia. Her son's dark purple eyes soon wandered away from her, then began to move around to the left, to the right, upward, downward. As though attempting to absorb his environment, striving to recognize the place where he was. That was utterly ridiculous, both Rhaegar and Elia declared to one another.
All present were filled with wonder as Aegon opened his eyes for the very first time.
Young Aegon's gaze was still drifting when Elia talked, "Hey there, my little one." Aegon's gaze, in an instant, returned to her once more. "I am your mother, and this person beside me is your father." She spoke softly and affectionately, "And this one beside you is your sister, Rhaenys." The boy turned his gaze towards the girl.
Now, whether those were all indications that her son had already cultivated a sense of awareness or her mind was merely deceiving her, everyone shared the same thought as Elia. At the same time, Aegon glanced around, reacting to Elia's words.
The sound of a knock on the door brought everyone back to their senses. Shortly thereafter, Queen Rhaella made her entrance, accompanied by another individual. The Kingsguard present in the room promptly bowed as the Queen approached Elia. Ashara and Oberyn separated from Elia, leaving Elia and Rhaegar in each other's company as the Queen stood before them.
"I apologize for the interruption, but I rushed over as soon as I learned that Elia had awakened." The Queen then moved closer to Elia and gently kissed her cheeks. "I'm glad to hear that you're doing well now. We were quite concerned, especially for my grandson, as he seemed unwilling to open his eyes for the past few days, regardless of my efforts. It appears he was anticipating his mother's arrival."
"Thank you for your kind words, my Queen."
"Stop that. I've told you that when we are with family, you can call me mother."
Rhaegar observed the figure lingering at the room's entrance, positioned just behind his mother.
"Mother, who is the individual that accompanied you?" She isn't one of our usual servants, is she? I had not come across her before."
"Ah, certainly, let me introduce her to you and Elia. As Elia gave birth to twins, I thought it wise to hire an additional wet nurse to help feed them and give Elia time to recuperate. Please, child, come forward and introduce yourself."
The young woman then walked toward and gave a slight bow.
"Hello, my Princess and Prince. I am Chisato." Prince Oberyn, who lingered on women with a keen eye, studied her intently and imagined the possibility of how to get her to share a bed with her.
The wet nurse Chisato is an exceptionally attractive woman with alluring hip-length black hair featuring bangs on the right side and two ahoges. She has captivating green eyes, a mole beneath her left eye, one earring on her left ear, and a curvaceous figure. She possesses enormous breasts and a flawlessly shaped, round backside. She donned a dress that appeared perfectly aligned with her responsibilities. The top was delicate and sheer in material. It featured a backless and sleeveless design, secured by two strings knotted behind her neck. It allowed for straightforward access to her breasts and offered minimal coverage for her nipples.
"You are not from King's Landing. You're accent and looks don't indicate so," stated Oberyn.
"No, I am not, Ser. My husband and I hail from Yi Ti. My husband is a member of a crew on a merchant ship, and he chose to bring us here to explore the capital. I had heard that the Red Keep was in need of a wet nurse, so here I find myself. As soon as Her Grace, Queen Rhaella, laid eyes on me, she hired me."
All the men present, Aegon included, shared a singular thought. "I have no doubt she did."
It was pretty unusual. Everything felt strange. He had been reborn. Or was it reincarnated? "What the fuck? I'm a baby once more. I go by Aegon here as well. "Honestly, Son Roku was far better!" Consider the newly reborn Roku. "The man with an effeminate appearance is my new father, and the lovely woman with a sun-kissed glow is my mother, who came perilously close to losing her life while bringing me and my twin sister into this world."