Daenerys was nearly blinded by her pain. She was exhausted - the last time she'd gone into labor, her baby had been premature and she had been half-conscious thanks to the Sheep Witch's spell. Now she was completely awake, and her nerves were on fire. It took a moment before she registered Jorah's voice and his touch to her forehead. But when she did she looked up at him, breathing heavily and whimpering in pain.
Seeing Jorah gave her strength. Daenerys caught her second wind and followed the urging of the midwife. After another half an hour, the midwife proclaimed that the baby was out. Daenerys practically fell against the bed and tried so hard to catch her breath. Her eyes were closed for a moment but as the Maester checked the baby over and the baby was cleaned, the newborn suddenly gave a choked cry that made Daenerys sit bolt upright. This was a mistake, as her head rushed from lack of fluids and blood loss, and Daenerys pitched forward roughly. With a whimper, she brought her hand to her forehead and tried to remain steady. It was only then that the midwife brought the squalling baby over to the King and Queen, wrapped up in swaddling clothes to keep the baby warm. She handed the child over to Daenerys once she'd been steadied back against the pillows and the linens were changed a final time.
"The Gods have seen fit to bless your graces - it's a fine, healthy baby boy, a good strong prince," she smiled.
Daenerys cradled the baby in her arms - a boy. A son. The son she'd wanted more than anything in the world. She could hardly believe it. She pushed back the blankets a bit to show his head, and smiled at the soft tufts of silver hair he had already. Daenerys looked up to Jorah with the biggest, exhausted smile on her face. "A son..." she whispered hoarsely. "We have a son."
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Seeing Jorah gave her strength. Daenerys caught her second wind and followed the urging of the midwife. After another half an hour, the midwife proclaimed that the baby was out. Daenerys practically fell against the bed and tried so hard to catch her breath. Her eyes were closed for a moment but as the Maester checked the baby over and the baby was cleaned, the newborn suddenly gave a choked cry that made Daenerys sit bolt upright. This was a mistake, as her head rushed from lack of fluids and blood loss, and Daenerys pitched forward roughly. With a whimper, she brought her hand to her forehead and tried to remain steady. It was only then that the midwife brought the squalling baby over to the King and Queen, wrapped up in swaddling clothes to keep the baby warm. She handed the child over to Daenerys once she'd been steadied back against the pillows and the linens were changed a final time.
"The Gods have seen fit to bless your graces - it's a fine, healthy baby boy, a good strong prince," she smiled.
Daenerys cradled the baby in her arms - a boy. A son. The son she'd wanted more than anything in the world. She could hardly believe it. She pushed back the blankets a bit to show his head, and smiled at the soft tufts of silver hair he had already. Daenerys looked up to Jorah with the biggest, exhausted smile on her face. "A son..." she whispered hoarsely. "We have a son."