Aemma Targaryen: You will lie in this bed soon enough, Rhaenyra. This discomfort is how we serve the realm.
Rhaenyra Targaryen: I'd rather serve as a knight and ride to battle and glory.
Aemma Targaryen: We have royal wombs, you and I. The child bed is our battlefield. We must learn to face it with a stiff lip.