Capítulo 3: Chapter 3
Third person POV:
In an extravagantly decorated room with fine silks and furs, with gold linings and expensive furniture gilded in gold there were screams that rang throughout. The room was filled with women covered in sweat running here and there with water and clothes trying to keep the room clean and the woman laying upon the king sized bed as comfortable as possible. The woman laying upon the bed screamed in pain as profanities escaped her pink lips and strands of her messy hair clung to her skin as the sweat from her efforts acted as glue. She had long silky golden hair that reached her lower back and beautiful emerald green eyes and fair skin. She had a slender, graceful figure and despite her current state nothing could diminish her beauty.
Just outside the room a man with the same golden hair and emerald eyes was armed with a sword at his side and wearing gold armour adorned with a white crown on the breastplate could be seen pacing back and forth before the door in clear panic and concern, this man was clearly a knight. The man continued his pacing all while another knight dressed much the same stood calmly and stoically with one hand on the pommel of his sword ever ready to follow his sworn duty and protect the woman inside whose screams sounded worse than any he had heard on the battlefield.
Back in the room the eldest midwife shouted to the woman, "Your grace, push harder I can see his head now." The only reply to her words were more screams from the beautiful woman as more of the baby's body made itself known to the world. After hours of intense labour and horrifying screams the room returned to silence. A peaceful silence.
The silence took the room soon turned eerie as no sound saving the panting of the exhausted women could be heard. They all thought the worst and were overwhelmed with emotion leaving many a word unspoken. Their thoughts and dread were soon interrupted as the knight with golden hair and emerald eyes barged into the room disrupting the silence as he rushed to the woman's bedside and smoothed her hair as he whispered sweet words of comfort to her as her breathing calmed.
The aged midwife looked at the ever silent baby in her hands with concern as she went through years of experience trying to think of something to do and finally she just decided to give the child a firm smack. Soon the midwives sighed in relief as they heard the loud strong cries of the child, they listened to the child's cries as though it were a melody as the cleaned the blood of him. Even as they wiped the blood of the child they found the child to be unbelievably beautiful, even covered in blood.
When the child was cleaned and ceased his cries they handed it over to the mother who was laying on the bed. As the aged midwife handed the child over she spoke in a calm voice, "Congratulations your grace, you have given birth to a healthy baby boy."
With great expectance the woman grabbed her child and held him firm and with all the love she could muster in her tired arms. She just sat there admiring her child's beauty as he slept ever so peacefully. She wouldn't allow any other to hold her and even the knights could only look upon the child from afar when finely the stoic and calm knight spoke to the woman, "My queen, the young prince will need a name."
Her child opened his eyes and their eyes met, before the child closed them due to exhaustion again but in that brief moment she knew she would love him the most. She had yet to look up from her child but all in the room heard her soft whisper filled with love and care, "Aslan… Aslan Baratheon."
MC POV:
After the blinding light I was met by darkness once again but I knew I wasn't in the void again since I could hear the distinct voices of women though muffled they were easy to identify. Then there was a sudden suction force upon my head as I was sucked down like going down a water slide. The pain was excruciating especially since my pain receptors seemed to be set high sensitivity, but alas once my head made it through the pain was negligent as the rest of my body was pulled to freedom.
My eyelids felt too heavy to open so I gave up trying to open my eyes and I just listened to my surroundings. There was a deep silence as all could be heard were the panting of my, what I could only assume, mother. The silence took the room soon turned eerie and I wondered what could possibly be wrong. Then I heard the door burst open as a man in armour ran in.
Then it suddenly hit me why the room was so eerily quiet earlier and before I could fake cry so as to put the mind of everyone present at ease, I felt a sharp pain on my ass as the midwife spanked me and my cries became all too real.
As I cried I felt them clean me and wash what I could only assume to be blood off me, I was then wrapped up into a bundle and then handed off to someone. I laid there trying to gather my thoughts on recent events, I at least knew my family was well off due to them having a knight present at my birth so at the very least I wasn't a slave or commoner. All that was left was to figure out was to whom I was born to and when I was born.
While I was being handed over I heard a sweet voice speak, "Congratulations your grace, you have given birth to a healthy baby boy."
That surprised me so that meant I was royalty and well of, my thought were further cemented when I heard the clanking of armour and a deep voice speak, "My queen, the young prince will need a name."
'Okay so that means that I'm the son of a Queen, was I born to the Targaryen line or was I the bastard son of Cersei Lannister' either one of these would see me in danger but at a great starting point in life high enough to make something of myself before everything went to shit. I also had to think of whether I was the first born or the last.
After a great deal of effort, I managed to open my eyes and what greeted me was a beautiful face with fair skin and emerald green eyes and a golden hair to frame everything into a picture perfect face. As I stared at her and she me I could feel the love radiating from her eyes and I knew then that I was a Lannister bastard born of incest. Now all that was left was to figure out what position I was born, was I the first born or last or anywhere in-between.
My eyes stated getting heavy and I felt them closing on their own, while I cursed my infant body I was secretly glad I was born to one of the most powerful houses in the land and if I played my cards right I could be king of them all. I took one final look at my new mother before resigning myself to sleep.
Before I lost consciousness I heard her whisper my new name with more love than I ever thought possible, "Aslan… Aslan Baratheon."
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