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ONEUS(원어스) ‘ERASE ME’ MV - PART 2
windmills at sunset - what view could be better?..
part of him immensely dislikes the way that the attendants look at him, like he should not be there. aeron knows it's not because he's her half-brother (in their family line, if he had been a recognised trueborn it could have been easily his child she was carrying), and it's not because he is a man, the maester is one .. it's because they look at him like the bastard the world perceives him as. he'd like to see anyone try and send him away, it'd be a competition between himself and his sister to get their heads on spikes, he's sure. "breathe, little queen," he'd often called her that in youth, she was always going to be his queen even then, "i think you inherited fathers' grip," he teases lightly as she rides through the pain. aeron watches the maesters, the midwives, studying their face for signs of distress or concern for the princess — "see now, your child is coming .. you are so close, sister," he urges her in a tone of comforting support.
he shifts his chair further up, closer to her upper body and gently pushes her hair off her face, it's shiny with sweat and some straining tears that have slipped from her eyes. "don't be silly. i'm not leaving you," aeron tenderly, and pressed a kiss to her temple, "and let's not forget," he flashes his mottled lavender-gold eyes to the others in the room as a warning .. "i am here by both yours and ser laenor's request. so let us conquer this last hurdle, together. are you ready?"
it is mahaps not proper for her brother to be by her side in the birthing chamber, but no one on this earth knows her fear as well as he does. they both lost their mother in a very similar situation and aeron knows how afraid rhaenyra is to have the same fate, though she seldom spoke of it in the last months. she used to boast that she would never birth a child herself and believed to be stubborn enough to prevent it, but even a princess cannot defy the natural order of things. less than one year after her marriage she lies in this bed now, bringing a new targaryen into the world, no matter how unwilling she always was to even consider motherhood for herself. an heir is needed - not only for the crown, but to quench the rumors at court about laenor's preferences and her affairs. he will claim the babe, although it is not his, because he failed to do his part of their duty. if this babe is a boy, she will not have to suffer like she does now ever again.
his promise relieves rhaenyra and she briefly flashes a smile at him, as she takes the offered hand and holds onto it for dear life. the pain is unbearable and never ending. there used to be breaks between the waves, but they stopped a while ago. the girl is so tired after hours and hours of labour, but she hopes her body is strong enough to make it to the end of this. "please do not leave me", she begs her brother, knowing fully well that the maester and midwife have been conspiring to remove him from the chamber, because they care more about propriety than the comfort of the suffering princess. rhaenyra gasps in pain and fights the urge to call the midwife a few strong words when she examines her, but knows that would be unwise. "hust now, princess. the babe is finally starting to come. it won't be long now", the woman announces contently. it occurs to rhaenyra that she is probably scarring her brother for life by forcing him to stay, but there is no mother left to hold her hand, nor anyone else willing to give the girl comfort in this situation, but him. her loyal, dutiful brother. "you may leave if you wish. i cannot demand of you to stay here any longer. you have already been a great comfort to me", she tells him, slowly letting go of his hand.
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Yeaaaaaa i really love using color palettes. It's so fun just getting random ass ideas from a couple funky colors