Undisclosed Desires

Chapter 37

Jarrett

Visenya squealed when she felt his fingers on the hem of her sleeve – he was right, he would always find her. "Hm, I suppose you did," she laughed with a nod. Visenya was glad he wasn't scolding her, trying to make her more ladylike. She needed this release from the strict eye of her mother. She appreciated him walking her back to her chambers at the end of the night, bidding him goodnight, knowing she would see him again for the tournament.

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Tournaments were supposed to be fun. Visenya was supposed to be flattered that this was being held in her honour. But it wasn't just her honour, it was being held in their honour, at her Grandsire's insistence. She had sat in the front section of the Royal Box after greeting her Grandsire who looked upon her fondly, and then Queen Alicent along with the rest of her family. Rhaenyra sat in the row behind her keeping an eye on her daughter, ensuring that she was behaving. Visenya had sat next to Aemond, trying her hardest not to fidget.

The youngest Targaryen daughter had been clad in another black and red dress, colours of her house, dressed similarly to her mother – her hair down with a handful of brains to keep it back from her face. She watched as the banners fluttered around the arena, and the crowds cheered as yet another man was sent flying from his horse, causing her to lean forwards to get a better look.

"Where are Jace and Luke?" Visenya asked, casting her eyes over the empty seats to her mother's right.

"Competing." Rhaenyra replied, loud enough for her to hear.

"Wonderful," she sighed softly, having no doubt this would lead to some sort of injury. Visenya had watched Jace become a competitive fighter over the years, but Luke shied away, preferring to keep his sister's company to read rather than fight. Visenya squinted a little to see if she could spot any of her family. "Can we still go for our flight, after this?" she asked Aemond hopefully, itching to get out on dragon back.

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Harwin had scooped Rila up, with ease, bridal style, carrying her over to the bed to rest. "Until the next round," he grinned as he playfully tilted her legs up. "Maybe I should keep you like this, so that my seed seeps down into your tight snatch and brings us an heir," he teased playfully, enjoying the look on her face.

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Harwin watched the tournament eagerly, ignoring the nerves he felt for his oldest son. He had a strong sense of pride that he wanted to compete, Alecor would do him proud he knew it. He had worn a teal tunic, with silver toggles, his arm lazily draped around Rila, excited for Alecor to ask for his mother's favour. He ran a thumb over her cheek as he held Daerys in his lap, bouncing her on his knee. "Babe's first tournament," he murmured with a smile to her. "Alecor is excited, I think he means to ask you for something," he teased. "You're walking well today, love, perhaps I didn't work you hard enough last night," he whispered in her ear playfully.

"Prince Daemon Targaryen..." the announcer started as the arena cheered. He watched Visenya lean forwards to get a better look at her father, who rode in, pausing at the royal box, looking up at them.

"I would like to request the favour of princess Rila, to aid me in the luck I need for this tournament, if she would?" Daemon called up to them, smirking.

Harwin froze, noticing that her uncle was staring right at his wife. Harwin had done well so far to not even cast a glance in Rhaenyra's direction, but he glanced at her, seeing the hurt cross her features for those few seconds. He felt anger bubbling in his stomach that Daemon would make a spectacle like this, to take away the opportunity from his son.

"Father!" Visenya hissed angrily as she glared at him as she glanced back, seeing her mother's hurt. Whilst she wasn't on real speaking terms with her mother, she didn't enjoy her father disrespecting her this way. Visenya was seething, Harwin could see that.

Harwin looked to Rila, he had pulled Daerys closer to him subconsciously, as though he was worried that Daemon would ask him for the babe. "Just give it to him," Harwin sighed, noticing the eyes that were watching them intently – he didn't want to sour his son's day, although he hoped that whoever would face the Targaryen Prince would de-horse him thoroughly.