Strong | Jacaerys Velaryon

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Ser Harwin Strong cradles his newborn daughter in his arms, her tiny form nestled against his chest. Annabelle, his precious little lion, sleeps soundly, her breaths coming in soft, contented sighs.

For Harwin, these moments are a balm to soothe the weariness of his soul, a respite from the trials and tribulations of courtly life. In the warm embrace of fatherhood, he finds a sense of purpose and fulfillment that he never thought possible, a love that knows no bounds.

As he gazes down at Annabelle's sleeping face, he feels a swell of emotion unlike anything he has ever known. She is his flesh and blood.

From the moment she was born, Harwin has been utterly captivated by his little lion, her every smile and coo a source of joy and wonder. He delights in the sound of her laughter, the sparkle of her bright eyes, the feel of her tiny fingers curling around his own.

Despite his duties as Commander of the City Watch, Harwin makes Annabelle his first priority, carving out precious moments in his busy schedule to spend with his daughter.

And though he relies on wet nurses and occasional nannies to help care for Annabelle during his absences, Harwin is always there when she needs him most, a steady presence in her life that she can rely on without fail.

In the stillness of the night, Ser Harwin Strong finds himself drawn into the embrace of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, her presence a balm to soothe the weariness that weighs heavy upon his soul. As they stand together in the privacy of the princess's chambers, Rhaenyra's touch is gentle yet electric, sending shivers of anticipation coursing through Harwin's veins. Her eyes, pools of molten silver in the dim light, hold a promise of passion and desire that sets his heart ablaze with longing.

Harwin feels a sense of surrender wash over him, a release from the relentless grip of duty and obligation. With Rhaenyra at his side, he is no longer bound by the weight of the world, free to let go and surrender to the passions that burn bright within him.

With trembling hands, he reaches out to cup her face, his touch gentle yet possessive as he drinks in the sight of her beauty illuminated by the candlelight.

Their lips meet in a searing kiss, a collision of desire and longing that sets their souls ablaze with a hunger that cannot be denied. And as they lose themselves in each other's embrace, the world outside fades away, leaving only the two of them and the flame of passion that burns bright between them. With each touch and caress, they explore the depths of each other's souls, their passion building like a wildfire that threatens to consume them whole. In the heat of the moment, Harwin forgets the weight of his responsibilities, the burdens that have weighed him down for so long melting away like snow in the warmth of spring. With Rhaenyra at his side, he is free to be himself, to surrender to the raw, primal urges that course through his veins.

Prince Jacaerys Velaryon celebrates his second nameday with all the pomp and splendor befitting a member of the royal family. The festivities are a dazzling display of opulence and extravagance, a testament to the wealth and power of House Targaryen. As the guests mingle and dance, their voices rising in joyous celebration, Ser Harwin Strong stands on the sidelines, his attention focused not on the revelry unfolding around him, but on the precious bundle cradled in his arms. Annabelle, his beloved daughter, his little lion, gazes up at him with wide-eyed wonder, her laughter like music to his ears. As the hours pass and the sun dips below the horizon, the festivities draw to a close, and the guests begin to depart, their hearts full of memories that will last a lifetime. But for Harwin, the celebration is far from over, for in just one month's time, his precious Annabelle will celebrate her first nameday, a milestone that he intends to mark with all the love and devotion in his heart.