Requested by: buschi24
Plot: You are Harwin's wife and Rhaenyra's best friend. You are in a polygamous relationship, and you know that together, he and the princess have children, but it doesn't bother you.
Rating: green/yellow

   You point to a page in the great book of the maester of the Red Keep. You raise an eyebrow, smiling slightly at the boy sitting in front of you. <<I know you know it, Jace. Concentrate>> you say as Rhaenyra's firstborn holds his head in his hands. He looks intently at the crest you are showing him. Being the heir to the throne after his mother, he must know the families of Westeros and their possible allies and enemies. <<House... Tully of Riverrun>> he responds, smiling. You cheer, giving him a high-five and ruffling his dark brown hair.
  The door to the children's room opens, and Rhaenyra enters, preceded by little Lucerys. The latter runs to you, wrapping his arms around your legs. You pick him up, starting to cover his chubby cheeks with kisses. <<You know, aunt, Arrax is growing. Mom says I might be able to ride him in a few months>> he says, looking at you with eyes full of joy. <<That's fantastic, Luke, you'll surely be a great knight like your parents>> you say, rubbing your nose against his, making him giggle.
  <<Alright, children, go play>> says Rhaenyra, approaching you. Neither of you speaks until you are sure the two boys have left. You want to keep your adult conversations away from their young ears and prefer to keep secrets from the court. <<There are some news>> says the heir to the Iron Throne, smiling at you while gently touching her swollen belly with one hand. <<Jacaerys is improving day by day. He still struggles with Valyrian, but he's intelligent and quick-witted>> you begin to explain, looking into your best friend's eyes, who, much to your confusion, struggles to hold back laughter. <<You don't understand, y/n, I didn't ask if there are news. I said there are news>> she says, squeezing your hand, smiling at your puzzled look.

  You have known Rhaenyra for many years now. You and Alicent were always her only friends, but with Alicent's marriage to Viserys, you are the princess's only remaining friend. But friendship and childhood are not the only things you share. <<He's back>> reveals Rhaenyra, sitting on the edge of the table, still smiling sweetly at you. A shiver runs through your body, and you can't help but smile with her. <<Have you seen him already?>> you ask, but she shakes her head. <<He's still your husband>> she continues, looking at her children. Her and your husband's children. You tilt your head slightly and follow her gaze before taking one of her hands in yours. Rhaenyra returns her attention to you, and you try to reassure her with a look.

  You know she and Harwin are lovers, and you know part of her feels uncomfortable about it, despite the countless times you've told her it's okay with you. You were the one who suggested Harwin continue their relationship after learning what they were hiding from you through Rhaenyra herself. You have even had several threesomes that have brought you even closer together. Despite this, when you found out Rhaenyra was expecting Harwin's first child, a sense of sadness overcame you.
You were close to her. She was scared, not understanding what was happening to her. You were a friend, a mother, and an older sister.

  A feeling you managed to hide until it slowly disappeared. Perhaps you envied her a little because, despite trying, you couldn't give your husband an heir. But you were happy that he could experience the joys and challenges of fatherhood without actually being one.
  <<Don't look at me like that, Rhaenyra; you know I approve of your relationship. He is mine as he is yours. I love your children as if they were mine, and you know that>> you say, caressing her ever-growing belly. <<People know, talk, and keep discussing Laenor's paternity>> she says, sighing, tormented by the issue. Trying not to be heard by the children, you turn your back to them, standing in front of the princess. <<You are the heir to the Iron Throne; your son Jacaerys will be the heir to the throne, prince of Dragonstone, and lord of Driftmark. He is a Targaryen and a Velaryon, and no one has the right to deny it>> you say, placing your hands on her shoulders, squeezing them slightly.
 
  It's not the first time you've reminded her of this, even though you both know the truth you are trying so hard to hide. Without saying anything else, the princess hugs you in an embrace worth more than a thousand words. Among all the people surrounding her, few are as trusted as you. <<Thank you for your words, y/n, but I don't want to keep you any longer. Go to Harwin now; he surely missed you these months>> she says, changing the subject and gradually regaining control of herself. You nod, bidding the children goodbye before leaving the room and closing the door behind you.

  You open the door to your bedroom, and your breath catches in your throat. In the middle of the room, Harwin turns to look at you, placing his sword on the dark wooden table and unfastening the cloak from his armor. You walk quickly toward him and throw your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.
He does the same, and the cold metal of his armor makes you shiver.
  <<I missed you so much>> he whispers in your ear before cupping your face and kissing you. His beard tickles your skin, but you don't mind, completely lost in the arms of the man you love.Harwin pulls away first without moving his large hands from your hips. He looks down at you, and finally, now that he has you in front of him, his countless fantasies and thoughts can come true. You help him remove the cumbersome and heavy armor, piece by piece, placing them neatly on the table.
The knight remains silent, watching you with a mixture of mischief and happiness.

  Once he's left in his shirt and trousers, you pour wine for both of you and, sitting on his lap, talk about the months spent apart. He has been at Dragonstone as a messenger; then he returned home to Harrenhal to settle family matters. You tell him about the children, the political issues you discuss with Rhaenyra, and other simple matters that might interest a city watch member like him. You continue talking for what seems like hours. All the while, his hand has been running up and down your thigh; from time to time, his lips brush against your neck, sucking and lightly biting the increasingly sensitive and reddened skin. You let out a sigh, and Harwin, knowing you better than you think, pulls away just enough to look at your face. He gently moves some strands of your hair behind your ear.
  <<What's troubling you, my love?>> he asks, his forehead creased in a frown of concern.
<<I wish I could be a good wife>> you whisper, shrugging, looking away from him.
Harwin strokes your face, smiling slightly. <<But you are, y/n. Why do you think otherwise?>> he asks, forcing you to turn your face toward him. <<Because I wish I could give you a child, Harwin>> you say all in one breath. Without even realizing it, you have revealed the secret you've been carrying for a long time.

  Silence falls between you again, and you are surprised when he pulls you against his chest. He starts kissing your forehead and gently stroking your arm. <<One day it will happen, y/n; maybe we just need to be patient and try again>> he says, shrugging, but you shake your head. <<Or maybe I just need to give up the idea that it will ever happen>> you say, your gaze lost in the void, now too resigned to the possibility of having a child with the man you love.
He holds you tighter, trapping you in a warm and secure embrace. <<Never give up, y/n, understood?>> he whispers in your ear, locking eyes with you.

  In the dead of night, you find yourself still awake. You've been staring at the high ceiling of the bedroom for what seems like hours now.
You rub your feet together under the covers and feel Harwin move beside you.
<<What are you doing awake?>> he asks, his voice a whisper you can barely hear. <<I can't sleep>> you reply with a grimace before asking the same question back. <<I was thinking about what you said>> he declares, looking at you. You turn your head toward him and can barely see his face in the dim light.
  <<That we should keep trying>>. You slide your leg against his, moving higher and higher until you rest your knee against his hip. Without hesitation, Harwin shifts over you, starting to kiss you passionately. His beard tickles your skin, and the heat of his body envelops you.
  He runs his lips along your neck while his hand slips under your nightdress, lifting it and sinking his fingers into your thigh. You can already feel his erection pressing between you.