Bad Blood [Cregan Stark]

Rhaenyra looked down at the baby in her arms, tears streaming down her cheeks as her pinky was nestled inside her daughter's tiny mouth.

I couldn't, I shouldn't breastfeed her. The less I formed a bond with her, the less painful the separation would be.

"We must supply enough poppy milk to keep her sleeping forever," Lord Corlys suggested.

The Lord of Driftmark, Princess Rhaenys and Laenor were in their room after they threatened the Maester and the maids not to mention anything about the baby.

If only the child had come out with silver hair, lilac eyes, and pale skin, he could say she was his. But the baby favours her Dornish blood, the blood of Criston Cole.

"We can take her to Granny's brothel," Laenor said. "Listen to Granny, if you travel to Volantis in three days, you can take the girl and leave her as far away as possible from Westeros."

Rhaenyra looked at the baby in her arms, her eyes opened slightly, revealing a greenish haze in her innocent eyes, eyes just like Cole's.

It was late at night and the baby was already over three hours old. Rhaenyra stood up as best she could, they gave her a thick cloak to protect her from the cold coming from the sea, and Laenor held her carefully.

—I'm so sorry, Nyra.

“This is the best decision we can make,” Rhaenyra replied.

Laena brought her hair dye, and with Rhaenys' help, they covered her silver hair so it was a simple brown. Corlys insisted again that it was better for the baby to die, leaving her alive would bring many problems.

They sneaked out of the Hide Tides towards the shipyard where Yaya's brothel was, Rhaenyra, despite having brown hair, covered herself with the cloak.

They passed through the shipyards, Laenor collided with a redhead who had many strange rocks.

—Let me help you — Laenor let go of her to help the woman.

"It's nothing," he said in a soft, elegant tone. Very foreign. Is he from the free cities?

Rhaenyra watched as a very tall man approached them. He was slightly tanned and had messy hair that curled in all directions.

—Thank you, but I'll help my wife — said the man.

Laenor stood up and Rhaenyra leaned back against her husband. As she walked away she heard the couple.

—Where have you been, James? — said the woman.

"I'm very sorry, my Lily-Flower," the man replied.

They continued until they reached Yaya's brothel. A dark-haired woman with black curls and strong aquamarine eyes greeted them.

Laenor looked at her and the woman led them to a room.

Rhaenyra wondered how they had gotten into this situation.

She must have drank this Moon Tea after sleeping with Criston. This baby must have been born with Valyrian features.

When her moonblood was two weeks late, she agreed to marry Laenor and when they asked for her hand, Laena helped by saying that Laenor and Rhaenyra had slept together.

Her father brought forward the wedding and Rhaenyra moved to Driftmark to bear the pregnancy. And it was the right thing to do if the court... if Criston had seen the baby.

Now a stag travels to the capital to say that Rhaenyra unfortunately repeated the fate of her beloved mother, a stillborn baby.

“Just take her away,” Rhaenyra said, handing over a small bag of gold dragons.

"Of course," said Yaya, taking the baby in her arms. "Does she have a name?"

"Aemma," Rhaenyra meant, but simply said, "No, she has no name."

The baby cried and swallowing back her tears, Rhaenyra and Laenor left the brothel.

On the last day of the seventh moon, Rhaenyra Targaryen gave birth to her first child.

On the last day of the seventh moon, a magical baby was born.

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Lily wrinkled her nose. Why did they accept this mission for the order? She looked at the bag full of volcanic sea stones to use against the Death Eaters.

There was a slight sense of magic here.

Of course, there was magic and on this cursed island, there were three adult dragons.

Lily looked around and felt a flash. A slight force had been present at Ronald Weasley's birth, and it felt the same.

—James, do you feel that? — Lily asked her husband.

"A wizard baby," James replied.

They both felt a magical child here. It seems like the damn Middle Ages, a time when magical children died from fear.

They followed the magic until they arrived at a brothel in the dockyard. James pulled out the Invisibility Cloak and the two of them covered themselves as they entered the brothel. Lily grimaced at the smell of sweat, semen and beer.

They made their way through topless whores and drunk men to the rooms. A loud cry could be heard with that magical flash, Lily with an Alohomora opened the room finding babies sleeping on straw mattresses and dirty sheets.

In one corner was a very small baby who smelled a bit like a placenta. A newborn, Lily came out of the cloak when she felt the baby's magic pulling her strongly.

Was Merlin being merciful by giving her a daughter after Bellatrix Lestrange cursed her womb and had to have it removed?

A daughter for her?

With tears in her eyes, she took the little creature in her arms. The cord was still covered in fresh blood.

"We can't leave her here," Lily said to James.

—Do you feel it? As her magic calls us — James commented, his eyes shining with tears — Mother Magic sent us a daughter.

Lily smiled with tears in her eyes.

—She almost has my skin tone and your beautiful eyes — James said.

—What are you doing?! —said a whore with her little ones in the air.

—When was this baby born? — Lily pulled out her dagger, walked over

with the baby in her arms, and pressed just above the whore's heart.

"Today... today," the woman replied. "Take her if you want. I was paid to get rid of her."

Lily smiled and then slapped the prostitute. James obliviated her memory and the two of them left with their daughter in their arms.

"What do you think, Emma?" James asked as they walked towards the portal.

"Emma?" Lily wanted to know why. The baby snuggled up to her chest.

—I've always wanted to name our daughter Emma — James smiled — Because if it weren't for me reading Emma, ​​you would never have accepted that date to Hogsmeade with me—

Lily thought it was cheesy but beautiful.

"Emma is beautiful," Lily replied.

So the three of them crossed the portal into the magical world.