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Ruler of the Gods
God of Law, Order, Justice, and Governance
Married to Meleys
Aegarax's younger brother
Father of Shrykos and Syrax
Queen of the Gods
Goddess of Love, Fertility, Childbirth, and Marriage
Married to Arrax
Mother of Shrykos and Syrax
God of Creation
Married to Tessarion
Father of Gaelithox
Arrax's older brother
Goddess of Music, Arts, Knowledge, Prophecy, Healing, and Poetry
Brother of Vermax and Vermithor
Married to Aegerax
Father of Gaelithox
God of the Sun, Stars, and Moon
3 children
Goddess of Wine, Parties, Chaos, Drunkeness, and Ecstacy
Goddess of Beginnings, Endings, Transitions, and Doorways
Wife of Balerion
Mother of Morghul and Ābrar
God of Death
King of the Underworld
Husband of Shrykos
Father of Mirghul and Ābrar
Goddess of the Sky
Sister-wife to Caraxes
God of the Sea
Brother-husband to Meraxes
God of Boundaries, Travel, Writing, Communication, Language, and Trade
Brother of Tessarion
Brother-husband of Vermithor
God of Smiths, Crafts, and Artisans
Brother of Tessarion
Brother-husband of Vermithor
Goddess of War, Weapons, and Battle Strategy
Sister of Tyraxes
Goddess of Reason, Peace, Intelligence, and Skill
Sister of Vhagar
God of Souls
Bringer of Death
Brother of Ābrar
God of Life
Watcher of People
Brother of Morghul
Goddess of Blood Magic, Sacrifices, and Woman
Sister-wife to Pera
Goddess of Fire Magic, Fire, Funerals, and Pyres
Sister-wife to Ānora
God of Silver, Steel, and Coal
Husband of Āeksion
Goddess of Gold, Jewels, and Finery
Wife of Korzion
Goddess of Building, Carving, Masonry, and Architecture
Rhaenyra threw back her head with a fearful scream, clutching Rhaenys and Laena's hands like lifelines. The midwife in front of her urged her to push, which she did, whilst throwing out curses at her husbands though only Rickon was present.
The Northman hovered by her shoulders, prasiding her and taking her words without worry. He might not truly understand the pain of birth but his father had talked of how his own mother had cursed at him, and then had a second child.
"The babe is almost here, Princess. One more push."
"One more Rhaenyra," Rhaenys said, squeezing her hand. "Just one more. You can do it."
Screaming the vabe was finally pushed out but there was no cry and Rhaenyra felt her heart break, devestation filling her. Then a tiny wail cut the ait and she couldn't help the sob of relief.
"A boy, Princess, Lord Stark."
Rhaenyra went to reach for her baby only to feel another wave of pain that made her scream.
"The afterbirth," Another midwife said, pushing the other away. She leaned down only to freeze in shock before straightening. "Princess, you need to push. Now."
Rhaenyra screamed, louder than before, but did as she said. Across the room the babe wailed louder, as if he was afraid for her. With a final push, the midwife pulled a second babe from her. "Another boy, Princess, my Lord. Congratulations."
"Another?" Rhaenyra asked, staring at the bloodied babe in the womans arms. "Twins? How did-? How did the Maester not catch this?"
"Twins are difficult to catch, my Princess. But now we know how you carry twins and we can prepare next time."
Rhaenyra nodded slowly, but Laena was practically bouncing in place. "Oh, Cousin, twins! How wonderful! What shall you name them?"
Rickon and Rhaenys brought the cleaned babes to her allowing her to hold the oldest, who was quick to find her tit and latch on. The second was supported by Rhaenys and feasted as well.
"The oldest will be my heir. Baelon Targaryen, Heir to Dragonstone. The second will be Daemons heir. Aemon Targaryen, Heir to the Embar Glass Isles."
"Strong names," Rhaenys murmured, eyes softening.
"Thank you, Good-mother."
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Rhaenyra and her husbands all watched with bated breath as Baelon and Aemons eggs wiggled and cracked. Baelon suddenly cooed, reaching for his egg just as a large crack split it down the middle. It fell open revealing a deformed black, red, and gold dragon who lifted his head up and revealed green eyes watching them curiously. Baelon clapped in delight reaching for his hatchling who scrambled up the crib and used Rhaenyra's dress to get to him.
Aemon made the sane sound Baelon did and his own egg opened revealing a gold and red she-dragon who looked like a mirror image of Syrax when she was a hatchling. The hatchling sung her song and climbed up the crib before launching herself into Daemons arms to reach Aemon.
They all shared looks of awe. Syrax had laid the eggs almost as soon as Rhaenyra had announced her own pregnancy, and allowing her to take both eggs.
In the years following the hatchlings were eventually named Morghul, after the Valyrian word for death, and Shrykos for the goddess of roads.