Capítulo 48: When One Needs Help the Most
"Sir, the King has requested to see you."
Haldor looked up to see Lucian, who seemed a bit overwhelmed. He had never seen him like that. "Is it something important?"
"He says he needs your help with the grace you promised him."
When Haldor heard this, he nodded, stood up from his seat, and walked toward the exit without looking at anyone else. Outside the stadium, a carriage was waiting for him, along with his personal escort. Together, they quickly headed to the castle, which wasn't far from their location.
"Queen Aemma is in labor; her child cannot come out." Ravyn read the complete message as it had been interpreted.
Haldor looked at him as if he were looking at a monkey and asked again, "Does the damn message say that?"
"The bastard who wrote this should have his eyes gouged out and his eardrums burst. Who interpreted this message like that?" Lucian couldn't believe that the warriors of the North were so poorly trained.
Not everyone in the North knew how to read or write, so the message had to be made much more understandable.
When they arrived at the castle, Haldor walked directly to the door of the princess's chambers.
"Prince Haldor is here."
Announced as someone special, Haldor heard some cries of pain, and soon Viserys came out of the room. "You told me the Rhoynar have special methods to make childbirth less dangerous, right?"
"That's correct." Haldor nodded, understanding the king's concern.
"Then I need your help."
Lucian knew what was happening, so he quickly called for two of the most skilled sorcerers in these methods. "My Lord, can we do it?"
"I'll supervise, but I think you're the most skilled." Haldor was not at Lucian's level, so he let him act immediately.
Viserys, watching these men enter, said nothing. He simply stepped aside and ordered the doctors to leave at once. "How is she?"
"She is weak and suffering, but soon the pain will disappear."
Haldor, on the side, began to gather water from the surroundings and soon enveloped Aemma's body with it. Surprised by this, she looked at Viserys, who quickly said, "They will help you with the birth. You have nothing to worry about."
When the water surrounded Haldor's arms, it quickly enveloped Aemma's body, and she stopped groaning in pain. "How are they going to do it?"
"The baby will be guided out without any problems. We will control the location of your child and bring him out with the utmost care."
Haldor, leaving this to Lucian, looked at Viserys and said, "In the biche, many babies got tangled with the umbilical cord, which took their lives. So, to prevent that, we control the way the baby comes out through delicate movements of the water."
Medical complications in this world were so severe that a woman could die while having a baby, but through magic, that severity decreases because, thanks to water control, no woman would need to have the baby through a stomach opening.
This was the only way the Rhoynar had survived in the extreme North; only this way could they maintain their lineage.
"Ahhh!!!"
Lucian controlled the magic, closed his eyes, and with delicate movements, the baby was finding its way out without any problems. The minutes passed very slowly, and in an instant, the baby began to come out.
"Prepare blankets; have the others start nurturing the baby."
Haldor walked toward the baby, held him before the umbilical cord was cut, and began to nurture his body with water magic.
"How is he?" Viserys wasn't bothered by Haldor's brusque movements. Thanks to his people, he hadn't lost his wife.
Haldor, who heard this question, said, "You are really lucky. Your son wouldn't have survived because he was born with a weak heart. I have blessed him; he has magic in his body, so he will live long enough."
"How long is that?"
"Sixty years, a full life." Haldor said, handing the baby to the nurses according to his eyes.
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