Rhaegar," Viserys breathed.
The name falling from his lips like a prayer. He did not ask, he declared it. He reached out a trembling hand, not to the babe, but to the crown that sat upon a nearby cushion. His crown. His burden. His dream...
"The Prophesied Prince..."thought viserys.
"Have The gods have sent us a sign?. Balerion stirs and has started to regain his vitality like never before" he pondered and murmured to himself over what he heard about balerion.
He slowly looked up to see the swadling bundle of mess
Alicent held her son, her second son, and a cold dread seeped into her bones, colder than the sweat that dried upon her skin, even she had heard that terrifying screech, but couldn't make a naught of it .
Her husband was not looking at the babe as a father, but as a zealot gazing upon a messiah.
"Rhaegar" she repeated.
He had named him Rhaegar. A name of prophecy. She had wanted a shield for Aegon. The gods, in their cruel humour, had given her a dragon.
She looked at the baby in her arms and although she felt that roar of vibration and her husbands zealous gaze, she couldn't help but keep looking at her adorable son, removing the unnecessary thoughts.
His sleeping face had a cute and beautiful edge to it, his valarian features strong and potent, having no trace of the hightower's blood or Lineage.
'I'll make him the strongest shield for his brother, for his family' she made a resolute vow on that day.
A vow unknown to be witheld
A vow remaining as a sentence of words?
A vow resolute enough to bestow a war of ruin?
All was to be decided by the gods, for they have chosen this child as their favoured one.