Child of Victory

[Dirty Chai]

The court waited, listening in the hearing halls of the holdfast, just beyond the Queen's closed bedroom.
The wailing went on for a few hours, Rhaenyra's pained voice echoing in the palace until everyone inside it became wracked with irritation.

Until, the monotonous screams were relieved, ended, and then followed by the cry of a infant..
An infant! A child born, alive!

When Daemon was allowed into the chamber, the first man allowed into the room, Rhaenyra lay in the bed, underneath sheets, weak and tired, covered in sweat.
The child sat in her arms, swaddled in a purple cloth.

"It is a girl.." she said, her voice weak and soft, but pleased.

[Oznerol]

Daemon almost ran towards his wife.

"Finally, a girl. The usurper killed our first girl, the little Visenya. And now, we're finally blessed with one. This is a symbol of our triumph, Rhae"

The girl had silvery fluff covering her head, as a true Valyrian. Daemon looked at her proudly. He caressed her little head.

"I've heard the labour itself was easier than the last..."

[Dirty Chai]

Rhaenyra ignored the mention of the past, little Visenya, the monstrous appearance, a labor that lasted three days.. her father's death..

"What shall we name her, Daemon?"

[Oznerol]

"She's a gift, a blessing. And there's someone we both miss, Rhae"

He hold her little hand and caressed it.

"Rhaenys. She died for us. She gave her life so our last child could be born. This girl shall take after the greatest Princess of her time, Rhaenys Targaryen, the Queen-who-never-was. Like her our daughter shall grow fearless, indomitable, fire incarnate. And we'll love her as much as we loved our beloved friend"

"A new Rhaenys for a new age. Beacon of faith and victory. Our daughter. Finally"

[Velasco]

Prince Jacaerys appears in the doorway, smile wide. I pray Rhaenys and my Rhaenyra will grow to be great friends, in time. He chuckled, even as he handed his relatives the missive from Dragonstone, his daughter had just been born and named after his mother the Queen.

[Dirty Chai]

"A great choice my love,"

Rhaenyra wanted to sleep now, but she outstretched her arms, giving the child into Daemon's arms.
"Rhaenys," she said, speaking the name from her own mouth. She smiled.
She had loved that woman, her husband Corlys, and her daughter Laena.

[Oznerol]

Daemon cuddled the baby on his arms for a long time. His third daughter, a new jewel for his crown. Daemon could be a kinslayer, a kingslayer, ambitious ruhtless and mercilles, but still he loved every of his children, they were his flesh and blood, their kin, everything that would remain of him after his own dead. The prince didn't told his wife of what he was going to do. He had to kill Aemond, for his children's sakes. He left the baby on the craddle, caressing her head and blessing her in whispers:

"You will never know me, child, neither I will live enough to know you. So, this might be the only time we see each other. You have my blessings, in every endeavour and adventure you find yourself, in every enterprise, in every crossroads, in hard and joyful times. Live long, Rhaenys, and as your namesake you shall know no fear"

He gave her a last look before leaving the royal chambers...