Game of Thrones: I became a crown prince for a day.

Chapter 608: Lannar's Sorrow

the other side.

The weather is clear and the sun is shining brightly.

boom--

The two giant dragons flew out of the sea area under the jurisdiction of Pentos, one after the other, and entered the throat area.

Damon raised the corners of his mouth slightly, enjoying the smell of the salty sea.

"Hiss... Ga..."

Dragons have similar temperaments to humans. Korakxiu paddled across the sea, creating cool waves.

Above the clouds, Vhagar flapped his wings and flew high.

The huge body pressed down, and the mist dissipated, revealing the wrinkled flesh under the drooping jaw.

Lannar smiled and loosened the saddle buckle around her waist.

Seven months pregnant, the belly is very visible.

It can't be too tight like before.

Gollum~~
My stomach growled, as if I was hungry.

Lannar's face changed slightly. Having been pregnant twice, she realized that something was wrong.

"Damon, slow down!"

He clenched the handles with both hands, leaned over and shouted downwards.

Then he took off his leather gloves, reached under the red skirt, and felt wet blood stains.

Lannar's head buzzed, and only one thought remained.

"The amniotic fluid broke!"

……

noon.

Chaotou Island, Gaochao City.

"what!!"

A woman's shrill scream was heard from the lord's bedroom.

"how so!?"

Damon stood outside the door, pacing with a gloomy face.

Lannar gave birth prematurely, just like the last time she had a miscarriage.

"Father!……"

There was a clatter of footsteps in the corridor, and the sisters Benilla and Renia hurried over.

Accompanying them were their two fiancés, Darren and Aemon.

The war against Braavos and Pentos ceased, and an armistice was reached specifically with Pentos.

Upon learning that their parents had returned to Chaotou Island for a visit, the Benilla sisters also begged Rainier to send someone to escort them.

"How is mother?"

Benilla was in a panic and was running around in circles.

Damon glanced at his eldest daughter and opened his mouth: "She..."

"Ah! Damon..."

Suddenly there was a scream in the house, and Lannar called out to her husband sadly.

Anyone could hear the pain in his trembling voice.

Damon's face suddenly turned cold. He held down Bernila who was trying to break into the house and sternly scolded her, "Who asked you to come? Go back!"

When a woman gives birth, she is gambling with death.

It was not appropriate for the two young daughters to witness this cruel scene.

"Why!?"

Benila's eyes widened, and she was about to cry: "Mother is calling you, the servant said she gave birth prematurely."

Rhaena clutched the corner of her sister's clothes and nodded her head.

"Don't make me say it a second time, don't look at things you shouldn't look at!"

Damon was upset and grabbed the oldest Daren and put his forehead against his, "Take them back to their rooms, can you do that?"

His voice was trembling as he tried to suppress his excitement.

Darren was startled, and a look of hesitation appeared on his handsome face: "I will."

After saying that, he pulled a girl over with one hand and motioned for them to leave together.

Every time when Rainiera gave birth, the eldest brother would not leave them and his nephew outside the door.

He didn't understand, but he expressed his understanding.

"No! I won't leave!"

Benilla struggled hard, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Let's go." Yimeng frowned and held her hand: "If we stay here, it will only make your mother worry."

Darren nodded at Uncle Damon and took the two girls away.

Soon, Damon and the maid who was changing the water were the only ones left outside the door.

"what!!"

Unable to bear the pain, Lannar lay down on the edge of the low bed, spreading her legs and exerting force.

The two scholars had blood on their hands and fear in their eyes.

It was another difficult birth.

And due to the sequelae of the last difficult delivery, the uterus was torn and bleeding profusely.

Today's medical technology alone is of no use at all.

An old scholar stood up and walked out of the room, his hands trembling.

Damon's face was gloomy, and he quickly grabbed the maester and asked, "What's the situation?"

"very bad."

The old scholar looked serious and spoke the truth: "The baby was in a side position. We could have pushed and pressed to help with the birth, but the pregnant woman was bleeding heavily."

This amount of bleeding would certainly be fatal.

boom!
Damon punched the wall and questioned, "Everything was fine these days. We were still riding the dragon this morning."

Since he came out of the sea of ​​smoke, Lannar's complexion has improved greatly.

Otherwise, he would not have gone to Pentos.

The old scholar gritted his teeth and said: "The fetus is fine, the problem lies with the mother."

A person's state is related to his mentality.

Pregnant women always have a certain hope that their bodies will gradually improve, but in fact they are hiding damage.

When the fetus is fully developed and needs more nutrition, the pregnant woman's already damaged body can no longer bear it.

Damon's brows twisted into a knot, and he suppressed his anger: "I don't understand what you are talking about. Can the baby be born smoothly?"

"We will try our best."

"I want a definite answer!"

Damon felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife when he heard the screams in the house.

The old scholar slowly lowered his head and shook it, saying, "I can only do my best."

Damon was startled when he heard this, and pushed the other person hard, saying in a trance: "Get in, my wife needs your help."

The old scholar nodded silently and went back to his room.

……

Time passes bit by bit.

Amid his wife's wailing, Damon paced back and forth, his mood sinking to the bottom.

boom--

A sharp gust of wind blew, causing the windows of Climax City to shake slightly.

Damon looked out the window and saw a huge scarlet dragon landing in the vestibule at lightning speed.

It doesn't take a while.

Rhaenys walked over quickly and asked anxiously, "How is Lanaar?"

Daemon was speechless and shook his head silently. Rhaenys's eyes changed slightly and she forced a smile: "Corliss will be back soon. He is leaving from the Mud Gate."

The couple traveled to King's Landing to visit Viserys.

The incident happened suddenly, so I hurried back.

His red armor had not yet faded, and he reeked of dragon.

Damon became even more silent, his eyes dark and uncertain.

"Ah! Come out..."

At this moment, Lannar suddenly wailed and pounded the bed with her arms.

Rhaenys' eyelids twitched slightly, and she spoke, "Last time, Laena had a difficult childbirth, and Rhaegar saved her."

Damon raised his eyelids and pondered.

"I mean, we need to find someone to help Lanar."

Rhaenys grabbed her cousin's arm and said seriously, "Rhaegar is far away in Qohor. Do Rhaenyra and Helena know how to heal?"

The two sisters are the people their nephew trusts the most, so there is no reason why they don’t know mystical magic.

Damon closed his eyes and said in a dry voice, "It's useless. It's too late."

It is a mystery whether Rhaenyra herself will become Ouroboros since she is in Lys.

It would take Helena at least half a day to rush back from King's Landing using the speed of Dreamfire.

Besides, she was pregnant and couldn't ride the dragon to get here.

Rhaenys' pupils trembled slightly, and she leaned against the wall to stay calm, trying not to fall.

She knew her daughter's health condition and that she had been sick in the past few months.

A sudden improvement may not be normal.

"Prince!"

The screams in the room gradually faded away, and the old scholar hurried out.

Without Daemon asking, Rhaenys immediately asked, "What's going on?"

The old scholar looked tragic and shook his head, saying, "No, the uterus is severely torn and I can't give birth normally."

Hearing this, Daemon and Rhaenys both felt a sinking feeling in their hearts.

These words are so familiar.

As expected, the old scholar said in a deep voice: "While it is still early and the fetus is still alive, the best way is to cut open the uterus."

"Can the pregnant woman be saved?"

Damon felt a tightness in his chest, as if he was being pressed down by a mountain. This was the second time in his life that he asked for this wish.

The old scholar was very sorry and whispered: "We can only guarantee the fetus."

Damon opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be blocked by a handful of sand.

"Make your choice quickly, pregnant women can't hold out for long."

The old scholar remained rational and could only urge him on.

He is a maester in Climax City, and Lana is the girl he watched grow up.

Judging a beautiful girl's life with your own words is not as easy as reading a book.

"No, I don't have a choice."

Damon was distracted, his steps were so soft as if he was stepping on cotton.

That was his wife, who almost died for him.

Her life is hers and cannot be left to him to decide.

"plane!!"

The next moment, Lanar's screams were heard from inside the house.

Everyone was startled and looked up at the door.

Lanar was sweating all over and collapsed on the bed in exhaustion. She gritted her teeth and yelled, "Open my belly and let the baby be born."

"Don't shout, your body can't take it."

The scholar standing by was panicked and hurriedly spoke to comfort him.

The maids gathered around the bed, whether holding basins of water or towels in their hands, all of them were crying bitterly.

Damon could only see his wife's blurry figure through a door.

The old scholar frowned and stared at him.

Lanar's face turned pale, and he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Damon, let the child live!"

Damon's body shook and he took two steps back and almost fell down.

"Prince..."

The old scholar was anxious and needed affirmation.

"Listen to her!"

Rhaenys pulled the old maester into the room and said with pain, "Her husband can't make the decision, so I, her mother, will do it."

At this point, hesitation will only result in two deaths.

Someone has to take personal responsibility.

The old scholar seemed to have found his backbone and asked his assistant to prepare a glass of poppy milk.

……

Damon leaned against the window with lifeless eyes and weak hands and feet.

Time passed slowly and I couldn't tell east, west, south or north.

My brain went blank, and the only thing left was a protective buzzing in my ears.

The sun slid down from the center of the sky, and the entire Climax City was shrouded in an indelible haze.

"His-"

Vhagar's pupils were cloudy as he circled above the castle, a mournful wail coming out of his throat.

The old dragon's sadness could be heard in the sea area within dozens of miles.

Damon was distraught, looking at the giant beast in the sky.

Those wailing sounds replaced his wife's screams, piercing his ears like sharp swords.

Suddenly, the old dragon's wailing stopped abruptly.

"Wow wow~~"

In the room behind him, a loud baby cry was heard.

Damon's fingers were trembling as they rested on the windowsill. He turned his head stiffly, and his vision gradually became blurred.

Tread...  

A figure came into view, and it looked strangely familiar.

With a tall figure, he resembles his wife Lannar.

"Lanna~~"

Damon's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he was choking with sobs and couldn't speak clearly.

That seemed to be her.

"Damon."

Until a cry was heard, a touch of warmth passed across the cheek, and the vision returned to clarity.

The figure disappeared, replaced by Rhaenys with an indifferent expression.

Rhaenys held a swaddling child in her arms and walked forward with heavy steps:
"Look, it's a boy."

Daemon seemed to be in a dream and murmured, "Where is Lanaar?"

This morning, the two of them were flying on a dragon together under the envious gaze of Prince Reggio.

"She's where she's supposed to be."

Rhaenys raised her head and took a deep breath. "She didn't say much, but I think she has a lot to say to you."

Damon squeezed his shaking hands and forced himself to calm down: "What?"

"She couldn't say it, so I relayed it for her."

Rhaenys glanced at the white and tender little face in the cradle and said calmly, "This is the boy you have always longed for. Lanaer is worthy of being the blood of the dragon. She did it."

Stuffing the swaddling clothes into Damon's arms, he just felt absurd: "Even if I give everything for this, isn't it?"

(End of this chapter)