Undisclosed Desires

Chapter 9

Jarrett

Rhaenyra raised an eyebrow at him when he mentioned her daughter being a prize to be won. "I would warn you not to say that to Visenya, brother, she has a temper," Rhaenyra tried to hide her smirk. "She is far from the little girl who once clung to your tunic hem," she said quietly as she watched Daemon wandering through the crowds, looking for his daughter.

She noticed Luke beckoning her, knowing better than to approach her when Aemond is there. "You must excuse me, there is apparently fun to be had," she offered her brother a wry smile, patting his shoulder gently, giving her father and Alicent a nod as she headed to the dance floor, passing Daemon as she danced with Luke.

It seemed everyone was enjoying themselves from her side Visenya noted, their side of the family all having joined the dances. She excused herself from Rylen when Daemon approached, matching him with Baela as she allowed her father to take her hand.

"You should really be dancing with your husband," Daemon murmured.

"He has not asked me to dance, he is sat with them," Visenya shrugged, letting out a squeal of delight, gripping her father's shoulders when he lifted her for part of the dance, putting her down.

"My stubborn little dragon," he sighed, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. Daemon had never shied from affection for his children, but with ease he dragged her towards the table in front of his brother, wife and children, giving Aemond a short nod. "Your wife-to-be would like a dance,"

"Father!" Visenya sighed, feeling her cheeks turn a bright red as Viserys chuckled.

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Harwin smiled a little as he pushed a few stray strands from her face, watching her, grinning as she spoke. "Well, whatever my wife asks for, she gets," he said playfully, his eyes warming as he scanned her over, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively, playing with her. "Well, Rila, we may have to take our leave early a little later," he whispered in her ear playfully.

He couldn't help but stiffen a little as he saw Luke and Rhaenyra dancing. He knew that his sons were aware of him, of their parentage, but they had never approached him about it, and he had never approached them. He had always tried to be a guiding hand when they were in Kings Landing, but he was always careful not to step on any toes. He had never wanted to upset his wife by having her nephews and his sons in the picture, but he did like to keep tabs on them.

On hearing Rila's words, he couldn't help but smirk a little. "Hm," he hummed in her ear playfully, giving it a gentle nip when nobody was looking. "My wife teases when she talks of her fourteenth days," his grip on her hips a little tighter. "I'm sure I can arrange for our room to be a little further away from the boys, so you can make all the noise you'd like," he teased her gently.

With a child of two, they had to find time when they could, Harwin knew Rila had her hands full, and he appreciated her any way that he could by helping with Daerys wherever he could. Having to steal moments wherever he could to spend some quality alone time with his wife. "I'm sure my father, the attendants and maids would be more than thrilled to help with the children," he said with a playful smile.

"I suppose we could double our efforts for a fourth babe, I would quite like another girl, we would have an even number then," he joked. "Unless...we have twins, then of course we will need to have more," he jested further. They both knew Harwin struggled to keep his hands off her, especially when she was pregnant.