Burn The Ships / Viserys Targaryen / Larys Strong

19. I Did Something Bad

Undo It / Viserys Targaryen Is out now!
Cowboy like me / Aemond Targaryen / Mitch Rapp out now!

Lucia didnt care about a moody pregnant Rhaenyra. Time seemed to stand still and speed up at the same time for the capital while Rhaenrya was pregnant. Lucia didnt care about the princess. 

Why would she? Why was harwin so nervous about this? Who gave a damn about Rhaenyra?

"You are going to be a grandsire, Gods you are old." Lucia mused. Viserys chuckled grabbing her hand. 

"I'm not that old." Viserys corrected, she waggled her eyebrows back at him. "I'm not!"

"If you say so." Lucia teased. 

"I do say so." Viserys laughed out. She smiled leaning into him as she picked back up her book. Viserys sighed wrapping an arm around her, his finger lazily playing with the strap of her dress. His thumb stroking over the material. 

"You are so beautiful Lucia." Viserys whispered. She smiled turning her head to him. 

"No I'm not." Lucia countered. 

"Yes you are." Viserys corrected. "Mind, soul and... body."

"Broken body." Lucia countered. 

"Beautiful... and I dont see you as broken."

"You and Larys it seems." Lucia agreed. Her nose brushed against his and she realized what she wanted to do and knew she had to get out of there, he was the king, married too, she shouldnt be in this position with him. What would he think of her? She almost kissed him. 

She excused herself and moved as quick as she could back home before plopping down on the bed. Larys peered in at her. 

"What's wrong sweetie?" Larys questioned. 

"I... almost did something bad." Lucia realized. 

"Oh?" Larys pondered intrigued. "Do tell." 

"I can't." Lucia countered. 

"Why not?"

"Because its bad." Lucia reminded him.

"But you didnt do it." Larys reminded her. 

"RIght." She agreed. 

"So you can tell me."

"I dont think I should." Larys shoulders slumped as he stared back at her. 

"Lu I'm very intrigued now." 

"Whats for supper?" Lucia countered. 

"You are really not going to tell me?" 

"Nope." Lucia agreed. "I'm starving though."

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"The baby is coming." 

"Yes its exciting," Lucia lied. Harwin paced back and forth though anxiously. "Women give birth all the time, I'm sure the bitch- I mean the princess will be fine." Lucia assured. 

"Lu, you don't understand." Harwin rasped. 

"Explain it then." Lucia agreed. Harwin glanced back at her. 

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"I just can't."

"Come on you can tell me. I dont have any friends besides larys and the king, who else would I tell?" Lucia mused. Harwin paled. "WHAT!"

"I can't tell you-"

"Har-" Her jaw snapped shut. "This is how Larys felt... oh my Gods!" She demanded. "What did you do!" 

He did the princess, Rhaenyra.

"Handsome little lad." Lucia remarked over supper. Larys took a long sip of wine. Harwin glanced over at her. "They named him Jacaerys, thats fancy. Jacaerys... Velaryon," She chuckled out.  Larys smirked looking between his siblings. "Now Aemond, he is sure to be a spitting image of Daemon, I can already tell, he's a cutie, long too. Aegon is going to be more like Viserys, he thinks himself a little stud." 

"You met the babe?" Lyonel questioned. 

"I was with the king when Rhaenyra gave birth, so yes." Lucia agreed. 

"You were with the king again?" Larys questioned. 

"yeah, why?" Lucia countered she watched them past her fork. She took a slow bite looking between them. 

"No reason." Lyonel assured. Larys however looked like he had something to say but he clamped his lips shut.