Much like the hunt honoring Aegon's second name day; King Viserys had requested the same for Aemond's first. While celebrations had not been nearly as grand for the spare, since he was not the heir, Viserys and Alicent were just as happy.

Rhaenyra and Laenor traveled separately from the royal party, with her sworn shield Ser Harwin Strong among them. Alicent had grown more and more arrogant after birthing a second son; in her mind another pawn to prevent Rhaenyra from inheriting the throne. Little did she know that Rhaenyra was in the early stages of her own pregnancy. They had not yet announced it since Rhaenyra had just confirmed her suspicions; husband and paramour both still unaware. She had been meaning to tell them but never seemed to find the right moment

Rhaenyra sat in quiet contemplation while Laenor jovially made conversation with Harwin. Intermittently, Harwin would ask Rhaenyra if she needed food or drink or an extra pillow. Her main struggle was not appearing nauseous each time a wheel of the coach hit a rut or a bump or anything that made her sway too much. Unfortunately her symptoms were worse during travel, though most days she only felt ill early in the morning. Eventually the parties arrived at the destination. Servants had arrived first to set up lodgings before the nobles arrived and King Viserys retreated to take his daily nap. His health was slowly declining, but for the most part stable, now that the maester had been replaced with someone more knowledgeable.

The following morning began with celebrations for Aemond. Some of the servants had prepared a feast early in the morning with enough delicacies to feed the camp until late afternoon. Rhaenyra attended but made sure to slip away while everyone was toasting the new prince; she felt the freedom of the woods calling to her. She quickly had a maid help her change into riding clothes, packed a few provisions, and left on a borrowed horse.

She rode until the horse wanted a drink. She had forgotten what it was like to have the wind tugging hair out of her braids and her thighs already becoming sore from the saddle. Rhaeynra gazed across the lake as her horse drank. Sunlight was streaking through the trees as the sun slowly lowered into the horizon.

"Princess." She turned to see Harwin approaching, his horse walking almost silently. While she had needed a break from the festivities, she knew that a private moment between them was needed as well. He never seemed to lose her even when she thought he wasn't watching. Harwin dismounted and tied his horse to a nearby branch allowing her to drink. He then approached Rhaenyra, sliding his hands under the hem of her long tunic under the guise of checking her saddle straps. Heat pooled between her legs, her lover barely had to touch her to ignite the fire within. She almost wished that she hadn't changed clothes, in a dress he would have uninhibited access.

She slid off of the saddle and Harwin caught her, not showing any strain despite her lack of warning. He held her against him, smiling as she looked down at his chest. He had never told her how much he loved watching her unguarded expressions. She pushed his curls from his face, running her fingers across his jaw. She leaned in and kissed him, feeling his arms tightening.

Harwin rested his forehead against hers. "It has been too long, Princess."

He finally let her down though still holding her close. Rhaenyra was struck by strong emotion; looking her lover in the eyes, feeling his large arms protecting her, no one to stop her from touching him whenever she wanted. Their child within her, borne of love not just of happenstance.

"I'm with child," she choked out.

She felt Harwin release her and kneel. He looked up at her, his eyes warm and very close to holding back tears of joy. "Mine?"

"But of course," she chuckled. He leaned in and kissed her stomach, gently rubbing a hand over her. Not that she had a visible bump yet but it still made her heart warm. "You will be a father in all but name. This is our baby." Harwin stayed kneeling for a while, cradling her with his head nestled against her stomach. They rarely had undiluted moments like this and both enjoyed listening to the wind and the birds around them.

Harwin began to slide his hands underneath her tunic, tugging her leggings down. "I can't hurt the baby can I?" He asked worriedly.

Rhaenyra smiled down at him, "the midwives assure me that coupling will not be harmful. They rather encouraged it."

"Well I shan't disagree with the midwives," he spread out his cloak on the ground, layering a saddle blanket underneath to spare her from the crispness of early autumn.

He slid off her boots and leggings, settling her back onto his cloak as he began to nuzzle and kiss his way up her legs, alternating between them. He slid her tunic up past her hips, making sure to leave a kiss on her stomach before he lowered his head between her legs. His warm mouth contrasted with the chilled air made her first orgasm come quickly.

Harwin continued to pleasure her but not letting her peak again. "Do you want me to fuck you?" Rhaenyra nodded earnestly. "I need to hear you say it," he said, kissing and nipping at her hips.

"Please fuck me."

"Who put a baby in you?"

"You, and you will do it again and again I imagine." Harwin grinned at her, foreseeing the years they had ahead of them and how he would gladly spend all of them trying to get her with child even if no others came.

He opened his breeches and told her to rest one leg against his shoulder as he straddled the other. From this position he could see her hard nipples rubbing against her tunic as he began to thrust, begging to be touched. He licked his fingers and slid them inside her tunic, making her jerk towards him as he began to rub her nipples.

"Play with yourself." he ordered, his hands returning to her hips as his thrusts began to go deeper. Rhaenyra lowered her chin and lifted one breast to her mouth, laving her tongue over the tip. Harwin began to groan as she began to suck her nipple, his eyes locking onto her mouth. Her other hand slid to her bud, feeling his heavy cock brush against her fingers as she began to stroke. He could feel her beginning to tremble and began to thrust harder, his thrusts making her fingers jolt and bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

"Turn around." Harwin withdrew, his member dripping with her arousal, twitching without her pussy. Rhaenyra lowered herself on elbows before him, looking over her shoulder as his large hands began to massage her ass. Before she could make a smart comment he was pushing inside again; this time she could feel him completely, her pussy accepting every inch he gave. His hips slapped against her ass, his balls tapping her bud. He took one of her hands and guided it between her legs. Almost puppeteering her fingers as he used her hand to rub circles on her bud. She began to whimper, it had been nearly a month since their last time alone and this was almost too much. As she began to thrust backwards onto his cock she felt Harwin's hand begin to slide up her thigh into the crease of her ass. She shivered with curiosity as he began to rub against her unused hole.

He leaned over her, licking the shell of her ear as he spoke. "You are mine, Princess. All of your holes are mine. Your child is mine. These breasts, your ass, your thighs, all mine." At his last word she felt his thumb push into her hole and she moaned. It felt foreign but not in a bad way. She continued to thrust backwards. "I didn't tell you to stop touching yourself," he growled.

Rhaenyra sucked her fingers until they were properly wet and began to rub her slit. His balls continued to tap against her but it only increased her pleasure. Her fingers slid low to feel his member and then back up to her bud. She was now so wet, his thumb still stroking in her ass, his cock full to bursting in her pussy and her fingers playing over her bud. She could feel her arousal beginning to drip down her thighs at the thought of him filling her with cum again.

"Harwin please!" she begged

He brushed her hair from her neck so he could leave a bite. "Please what, Princess."

"Pump me full of so much seed, Ser. I want this whole camp to smell you on me. Fill my womb again. I've gone too long without it."

Harwin groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. He almost wished she wasn't pregnant just so he could get her pregnant again. He felt her spasm around his finger just before she began to cum on his cock. She had to bite his cloak to keep from screaming his name across the lake. The thought of someone interrupting before they were done spurred him on. Harwin pressed her into the cloak as he began to orgasm, spurting an abundance of cum into her tight pussy. He kissed the nape of her neck as he pulled away, but kept his member inside her as they calmed.