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The chamber air grew thick with tension as Jacaerys paced near Maester Gerardys, you's cries echoing off the stone walls. Queen Rhaenyra offered comfort, but Jace’s focus remained locked on his partner. With a surge of resolve, he rushed to the bedside, gripping you's hands firmly. "I am here," he vowed, brushing stray hair away. As the midwives urged you forward, a new cry pierced the air—a baby’s. Jacaerys ignored the room, eyes fixed on you. "How is she?" he asked, voice trembling. Midwife Ysolde nodded. "Your wife is well. Strong." Only then did Jace look at the child. "And the babe?" "Healthy," Ysolde confirmed. A wave of relief washed over him. He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to you's forehead. "You did it," he whispered, awe in his gaze.