Chapter 608 Lannar's Sorrow

other side.

The weather is sunny and the sun is shining warmly.

boom--

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

The corners of Damon's mouth curled up slightly, enjoying the smell of the salty sea on his face.

"Hiss... Ga..."

Dragons have similar temperaments to humans, and Coraxio rowed across the sea, creating cool waves.

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

The huge body pressed down, and the clouds dispersed, revealing the wrinkled flesh of the lower jaw.

Lanner smiled and loosened some saddle buckles around her waist.

She was seven months pregnant and her belly was very pregnant.

It can't be too tight like before.

Gulu~~

My stomach growled as if I was hungry.

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

"Damon, slow down!"

Clenching the handle with both hands, he leaned over and shouted down.

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

Lanner's head buzzed, and she only had one thought left.

"My water broke!"

…

At noon.

Chaotou Island, Gaochao City.

"ah!!"

From the lord's bedroom, a woman's shrill screams could be heard.

"how so!?"

Damon stood pacing outside the door with a gloomy face.

Lanner was born prematurely, just like the last time she had a miscarriage.

"Father!……"

There were noisy footsteps in the corridor, and sisters Benila and Renya hurried over.

Accompanying them were their two fiancés, Daeron and Aemon.

The war against Braavos and Pentos ceased, and a truce was reached with Pentos.

When they learned that their parents had returned to Tidehead Island for a visit, sisters Benila also begged Rhaenyla to send someone to escort them.

"How is mother?"

Benila was in a panic, running around in a hurry.

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

"Ah! Damon..."

Suddenly there was a scream in the house, and Lanner called for her husband sadly.

Through the trembling voice, anyone could hear the severe pain.

Damon immediately turned cold, held down Benila who was about to break into the house, and scolded severely: "Whoever asked you to come, go back!"

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

My two young daughters were not suitable to witness this cruel scene.

"Why!?"

Benila's eyes widened and she was about to cry: "Mother is calling you. The attendant said she was born prematurely."

Renya held her sister's clothes and nodded her little head from the side.

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

Damon was upset, grabbed the eldest Darren, and pressed his forehead against his forehead: "Take them back to the room, can you do it?"

His voice was trembling, trying to contain his excitement.

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

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

Whenever Rhaenyra gave birth, her eldest brother would not let them and their nephew stay outside the door.

He didn't understand, but he understood.

"No! I won't leave!"

Benila struggled hard, tears rolling down her face.

"Let's go." Aemon frowned and held her hand: "We will only make your mother worried if we are here."

Dai Lun nodded to Uncle Wang Damon and took the two girls away.

Soon, only Damon and the maid were left outside the door, changing the water back and forth.

"ah!!"

Lanner couldn't bear the pain, so she lay down on the edge of the low bed and spread her legs.

The two bachelors' hands were covered with blood, and their eyes contained fear.

Dystocia, dystocia again.

And with the sequelae of the last dystocia, the uterus was torn and bleeding heavily.

Today's medical skills alone have no effect at all.

An old bachelor got up and walked out of the room with trembling hands.

Damon's face was gloomy, and he quickly grabbed the bachelor: "How is the situation?"

"Very bad."

The old bachelor's face was heavy and he told the truth: "The baby is in the side position. I could have pushed and assisted the delivery, but the pregnant woman was bleeding heavily."

This amount of bleeding would definitely be fatal.

Bang!

Damon punched the wall and asked, "Everything has been fine these days, but we were still riding the dragon this morning."

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

Otherwise, he would not go to Pentos.

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

The state of a person is related to his mentality.

Pregnant women always have some hope that their bodies will improve subtly, but in fact they are always hiding the damage.

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

Damon frowned and suppressed his anger: "I don't understand what you are talking about. Can the birth go smoothly?"

"We will try our best."

"I want an accurate word!"

Damon heard the screams in the room and felt like his heart was twisting.

The old bachelor slowly lowered his head and shook his head: "We can only do our best."

Dameng was startled when he heard this, pushed the other person hard, and said in a daze: "Get in, my wife needs your treatment."

The old bachelor nodded silently and went back to the room.

…

Time passes bit by bit.

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

boom--

A strong gust of wind blew, causing the windows of Climax City to sway slightly.

Damon looked out the window and saw a lightning-fast scarlet dragon landing in the vestibule.

It doesn't take a while.

Rhaenys came over quickly and asked anxiously, "How is Lanar?"

Daemon was speechless and shook his head silently.

Rhaenys' eyes changed slightly, and she forced a smile: "Corliss will be back soon, he is leaving from the Mud Gate."

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

The incident happened suddenly, and they hurried back.

The red armor had not yet faded, and the whole body exuded the stench of dragons.

Daemon was even more silent, his eyes were dark and uncertain.

"Ah! Come out..."

At this time, Lanar suddenly wailed and pounded the bed with her arms.

Rhaenys's eyelids twitched slightly, and she said, "Laner had a difficult birth last time, and Rhaegar saved her."

Daemon raised his eyelids and pondered.

"I mean, we have 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 most trusted people of the nephew, there is no reason why they don't know mysterious magic.

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

Rhaenyra was in Lys. It was a mystery whether she would be Ouroboros.

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

Besides, she was pregnant and couldn't ride a dragon to rush here.

Rhaenys' pupils trembled slightly, and she pretended to be calm and leaned against the wall to prevent herself from falling.

She knew her daughter's health. She had been sick for the past few months.

The sudden improvement may not be normal.

"Prince!"

The screams in the room gradually weakened, and the old maester hurried out.

Rhaenys asked immediately without Daemon saying anything: "What's the situation?"

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

Hearing this, Daemon and Rhaenys both felt depressed.

These words were too familiar.

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

"Can the pregnant woman be saved?"

Damon's chest felt stuffy, and he felt like he was being pressed down by a mountain. He asked this wish for the second time in his life.

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

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

"Make a choice as soon as possible, the pregnant woman can't hold on for long."

The old scholar kept his sanity and could only urge him.

He is a scholar in Climax City, and Lannar is the girl he watched grow up.

It is not as easy to judge the life of a beautiful girl in person as it is to read a book.

"No, I can't choose."

Damon lost his mind, and his steps were soft as if he was stepping on cotton.

That was his wife, who almost died for him.

Life is hers, and it can't be left to him to judge.

"Dig!!"

The next moment, Lannar's scream came from the house.

Everyone was startled and looked up at the door.

Lanar was sweating all over, collapsed on the bed, and gritted his teeth and shouted: "Open my belly and let the baby be born."

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

The maester beside him was panicked and hurried to comfort him.

The maids gathered around the bed, whether they were holding basins or towels, they were all crying.

Daemon could only see the vague figure of his wife through a door.

The old maester frowned and stared at him.

Lanar's face was pale, and he shouted hoarsely: "Daemon, let the child live!"

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

"Prince..."

The old maester was anxious and needed a confirmation.

"Listen to her!"

Rhaenys pulled the old maester into the door and said painfully: "Her husband can't make a decision, so I, the mother, will do it."

At this point, hesitation will only result in one corpse and two lives.

Someone must take responsibility.

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

…

Daemon's eyes were dull and he leaned against the window with weak hands and feet.

Time passed slowly, and he could not tell east, west, south, and north for a while.

His brain was blank, and there was only a buzzing ringing in his ears for protection.

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

"Hiss--"

Vhagar's vertical pupils were turbid, circling over the castle in circles, and his throat squeezed out a sad whine.

The sea area within a radius of dozens of miles could hear the sadness of this old dragon.

Daemon was lost and looked at the giant beast in the sky.

Those wails replaced his wife's screams, like a sharp sword piercing into his ears.

Suddenly, the old dragon's wails stopped abruptly.

"Wa wah wah~~"

In the room behind him, a loud baby cry sounded.

Daemon's fingers on the window sill trembled, and he turned his head stiffly, and his vision gradually blurred.

Tap tap...

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

The tall figure resembled his wife Lanaer.

"Lanaer~~"

Daemon's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he couldn't speak clearly.

That seemed to be her.

"Daemon."

Until a shout, a touch of warmth passed across his cheek, and his vision returned to clarity.

The figure disappeared, replaced by the indifferent face of Renis.

Renis held a swaddling cloth in her arms and walked closer with heavy steps:

"Take a look, it's a boy."

Daemon suddenly felt like a dream, and murmured: "Where is Lanaer?"

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

"She has gone to where she should go."

Rhaenys looked up and took a deep breath: "She couldn't say more, but I think she has a lot to say to you."

Damon pinched his trembling palms and forced himself to calm down: "What?"

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

Rhaenys glanced at the white face in the swaddling clothes and said lightly: "This is the boy you have always longed for. Lanar is worthy of the blood of the dragon. She did it."

Putting the swaddling clothes into Damon's arms, he felt absurd: "Even if you give everything for this, right?"