Undisclosed Desires

Chapter 19

Jarrett

Visenya gave Viserys a happy nod when he talked of Vhagar and dragons. She had spent many an hour on her Grandsire's lap as a child, listening to stories of older times, of war dragons that included Vhagar. "I know, I know, Grandsire, but I suppose our flight will tell," she replied with a smile.

Visenya noticed Aemond's grip tighten on the child, feeling relief that both her and Aemond were on the same wavelength then it came to the babe. She knew her father would never harm a hair on her head, but she knew her father's meddling with the child could harm her aunt's marriage.

"Just one, maybe," she echoed softly befre offering him a warm smile and a nod when he mentioned taking Daerys for a dance. It was hard to ignore the curious looks they were getting as they moved through the crowd. The dancing brought laughter to Visenya, which in turn would draw giggles from Daerys. It seemed the two females fed on each other's laughter. Visenya was surprised she was actually having fun.

Daerys seemed enamoured with Aemond, something that amused Visenya greatly. When she moved to take the little one from him, she would squeal and cling to Aemond, not wanting to be let down. "Hmm, it seems someone really is quite taken with you," Visenya raised an eyebrow, amused. "Perhaps you are marrying the wrong niece?" she teased him gently. "Although, you would be waiting awhile for her to come of age," she smiled as she adjusted the girl's dress and buttons carefully, causing her to giggle.

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On hearing her words, Harwin let out a groan. "Gods, Rila," he muttered as he closed his eyes as she talked, feeling the stirring within him. Targaryen women would be the death of him, he was almost positive of that. "Hmm, well..." he said softly as he kept her over his shoulder, flipping the skirts of her dress up so that he could admire her stuck state in the mirror, giving her backside a swat whilst he was at it. "My wife has a dirtier mouth than that, I know this, I've heard it with my own ears, rumour is that she's a heathen in the bedroom," he teased as he gave her another playful swat, this time gripping her behind with his free hand.

Harwin knew Rila fretted a little over Rhaenyra, and that Jace was his oldest son. They were aware Jace knew, Harwin himself knew from the look Jace would give him when he saw him – but he pushed it away. Rhaenyra had Daemon, and Laenor had been a mostly fine father from what he had seen. Harwin had doubled his efforts with his own sons, he wanted to make his wife proud to have him as the father to her children, and he would give her the moon and the stars if he could.

"Whilst I do love staring at your ass in the mirror, I do prefer it unclothed, just so I can do all of the things my wife likes," he chuckled as he moved towards the bed, depositing her there in one easy drop as he watched her from his standing state. "If you aren't undressed soon, I will have to flip that skirt up, and it would be such a shame to ruin such a pretty dress," Harwin knew he had little self control when it came to his wife – he would take whatever she would give him, do whatever she would allow.

"Come, let me help you," he pulled her up from the bed with ease, turning her so his back was to her, pulling at the laces at the back of her dress, his breath warm against her neck as he leaned down, placing butterfly kisses on the exposed flesh – so light, teasing her on purpose.