#breakbcones

[endlessxrealities]

@breakbcnes 

Aemma Arryn, Queen of the seven kingdoms, wife of his Majesty, King Viserys Targaryen.... was dead.

The woman wailed in agony, as Lauren, her dearest handmaiden, knelt at her bed side, holding her hand, and gently dapping her face with a damp cloth.

The younger girl, only nineteen, held fear in her heart for her queen. The midwives had seen many tough births and pregnancies; fmore than a few Aemma was the mother involved, but even Maester Mellos had demanded his majesty be summoned at once.

It wasn’t entirely uncommon for a father to be present for the birth of their child, but most let their women endeavor alone. Lauren had been present for the last three pregnancies of Aemmas; and while her majesty told the much younger Lauren at the time, that Viserys had been present for the birth of their first three children, the last having been born already dead.. he’d begun waiting outside her chambers at most.

When the King arrived, Lauren tried to refrain from eavesdropping, not leaving her spot, as Mellos spoke to him quickly. She realized at a certain point, that this day would not end well for her queen and her babe.

“They’re going to take the babe out now.” 

Those words from her King, spoken with admiration, and love, right before her, holding the other hand of his wife. 

Lauren’s breathing was heavy, and loud - the poor girl panting as she stumbled down one of the many halls; mainly empty, as most were at the tournament. 

“You grace, I must insist that you reconsider-” She’d tried. She tried, knowing in technicality to voice disapproval of her kings decisions to his face could cost her, her own life.

“The decision is made.” He’d said, sparing her a glance; not wanting to see the tears that welled in the young girl who he knew cared for his wife close to as much as he had.

Lauren found an alcove, a decent ways from the Queens chambers now; and finally gave into gravity’s force, falling to her knees, holding onto the wall, as she still tried to find the air that she couldn’t seem to keep. The brutality of the last five minutes alone replaying over and over in her head.

“No I’m scared... Viserys no, please! - No! NO!”

Now it was Lauren’s cries that filled the halls of the Red Keep, for any and all to hear.