"King Consort Harrison!" The cry had everyone quieting and turning towards the door as Harry swept through it. He was a little embarrassed at being announced for lunch, but Owen had told him that it had to be done now because of his position. Flushing a little at all the eyes turning to him, Harry moved to the table where his parents, Visenya and Daemon Velaryon - the Hand of the King - were seated for their meal, and more importantly his new husband.
Harry took his seat next to Maegor and smiled brightly at his husband, ignoring the twittering of those seated further down the table, and then moved to smile at his mother and father.
"I am sorry I am late," Harry said, turning back to Maegor.
"It is fine," Maegor said, looking at him confused before going back to his meal.
"Is everything ok?" Visenya asked politely.
"He was probably trying to run away," Harry heard someone mutter from further down the table. The tightening of his hand around his fork was the only indication he had also heard.
"Was that something about playing?" Harry turned and smiled brightly at the Lord, who blanched visibly. "Is there some sort of sport to be played here?"
"Erm…no my…King Consort…" The Lord stammered.
"I was going to say, Loral and Owen did not show me anything besides the training yard when they were showing me around the Keep, I was trying to imagine what else there could be," Harry smiled and then turned to his parents who were fighting back their laughter. "It is so beautiful here!"
"You were adventuring then?" James chuckled.
"Yes, though I believe that Loral and Owen are already getting a little fed up with having to redirect me," Harry chuckled.
"You are getting on well with your Guard then?" Visenya asked.
"I am, they are incredibly helpful," Harry nodded.
"That is wonderful," Visenya said, and Harry could see where Maegor got his taciturn nature from.
"I got a quick walk around everywhere, there is so much to see here," Harry smiled at Maegor who blinked at him for speaking to him.
"It is varied," Maegor nodded.
"I am looking forward to seeing it all," Harry hummed, pouring himself a drink and then topping up Maegor's cup, ignoring his husband's purple eyes boring into him, and his new mother-in-law watching him curiously.
Instead, he told his mother and father about a few of the things that he had been shown, and ate happily, delightfully taking in the baffled looks from those around them who had clearly expected him to be quiet and sullen today, upset with the reality of his life. His mother and father had to fight down their amusement at the whole situation.
"Lord Umber!" Harry called, speeding up a little and moving down the corridor towards the Lord who turned and bowed quickly when he realised who was heading towards him.
"King Consort," Lord Umber said once he was close enough.
"It is wonderful to see you, I have been hoping to bump into you!" Harry smiled.
"You have?" Lord Umber asked.
"I have! I hear that you have been having some trading problems?" Harry asked.
"Oh! Yes, I have," Lord Umber nodded. "I know that they are not of the highest importance for the King to deal with though, but they are causing troubles for my people,"
"I have actually been thinking on the matter," Harry started, carrying on walking down the hallway and the Lord hurried after him, Harry's Guards close behind. "White Harbour would be an ideal pathway for your trading, but I believe there is a bit of difficulty between you two?"
"Yes, bad blood," Lord Umber nodded.
"I am quite fond of some of the items that originate from your lands, and I would be sorely disappointed not to be able to get them here. Perhaps if I speak to Lord Manderly in regard to the matter, though, if an offer of some of the fine wood your lands also produce to be used for his ships may help as well?"
"Oh, that would work for me," Lord Umber nodded.
"Wonderful! I will have a small word with him and see what resolve can be reached," Harry hummed. "Would you tell me a little more about your lands?" he asked and the older Lord brightened before explaining a little more about his lands to the new King Consort.
"Your Majesty, Husband, the library here is wonderful!" Harry said excitedly as he walked into Maegor's living room.
"It is large," Maegor blinked at him.
"I have spoken to a few of the Lords and they are willing to send copies of some of the rarer items that they have in their libraries for some of my servants to copy," Harry said, lowering himself onto the sofa Maegor was seated on, though making sure that he was on the other end.
"Not the Maesters?" Visenya blinked.
"Oh no, I trust them about as far as I would be able to throw Balerion," Harry shook his head.
"Oh?" Maegor turned to him.
"A group that all train at the same place, learn from the same people, and are taught the same morals, understandings, and lessons, and then go to individual Lords and homes and claim to be neutral and loyal to that one Lord and place," Harry snorted inelegantly. "They have their own agenda, and they have far too much control over the knowledge and words that are shared,"
"It has long bothered me with this land," Visenya inclined her head.
"Most of the Lords and Ladies can't read or write themselves and rely on their Maester relating what is in letters, and writing their words down with no chance of being able to check what has been put down is correct," Harry shook his head.
"It is a control that they have," Maegor nodded.
"My father asked to read a letter our Maester had written from his dictation when I was a boy and then man nearly passed out trying to talk my father out of reading the letter," Harry hummed.
"He had not written down what your father had said?" Visenya asked curiously.
"Not even close, if it had gone out without being checked it likely would have ended in war with Lord Malfoy," Harry nodded.
"I am glad you have no trust for them," Visenya said softly.
"You do not trust them?" Harry asked.
"No, we don't," Maegor grunted.
"They're so dodgy," Harry muttered nodding.
"Dodgy?" Harry swore that there was a hint of amusement on Maegor's face when he turned back to him.
"Dodgy," Harry nodded.
"What would you suggest for them?" Visenya asked.
"Set up another school," Harry said quickly, happy to show that he had thought about this.
"Another school?" Maegor turned more fully to him.
"Why should there only be one access to knowledge? One access to learning. The Maesters have singular control over knowledge and learning. A second school of knowledge, and learning that has learned from the mistakes of the Maesters," Harry suggested.
"What mistakes would that be?" Visenya asked, leaning forward, clearly interested.
"Well, no vows of celibacy to begin with, it isn't like most of them follow it anyway," Harry said, and Maegor snorted amusedly next to him.
"That is true," Visenya nodded.
"Get rid of the idea that you need to master all of the crafts, if someone has a skill in one sector, let them focus on that, surely the knowledge in that field can advance more if someone skilled in it can focus all their attention on that field, instead of battling with fields that are not to their talents," Harry ranted.
"They?" Maegor picked up on this.
"The no women thing is stupid," Harry nodded, and Visenya actually chuckled.
"Indeed," she smiled a little.
"You and your sister are obvious proof of that, my mother is an incredibly intelligent woman, far more intelligent than a lot of the Lords I know. Not allowing women to learn is ridiculous," Harry rolled his eyes.
"Indeed it is," Maegor hummed thoughtfully. "Any other things you have thought of?"
"Losing family names, what does that have to do with learning? And let them go where they want to teach, forcing someone into a position and place is never going to make sense, people are always going to be unhappy and so not do their job properly. Which is also why separating fields of learning is a good idea, it is never sensible to put all your eggs into one basket, doing it with something as important as knowledge seems dangerous,"
"It does a little doesn't it," Visenya sat back in her back and crossed her legs, looking at him interestedly. "I believe that you have been charming a good number of the Lords and Ladies,"
"I don't intend to be a pretty face, I want to be of use, and to not be bored stupid," Harry didn't try to play dumb.
"They are all talking about you," Maegor said.
"I know," Harry grinned.
"Your Majesty, your meeting," The servant knocked before stepping into the room.
"I will see you both later," Visenya nodded to them before sweeping from the room.
"You wish to help?" Maegor asked.
"Of course, we are married," Harry turned to him.
"The Guards tell me you keep challenging negative things that people are saying about me," Maegor said.
"Challenging would be foolish, I just keep asking them to clarify what it is they are saying," Harry raised his eyebrow.
"You can not stop them all muttering about me," Maegor turned to look at the fire.
"No, I can not. But I can those around me," Harry said firmly.
"And why bother?" Maegor sighed.
"You are my husband, and I told you, I don't think they are right, so I won't put up with it around me," Harry said.
"You shouldn't make yourself unpopular," Maegor said, pulling the paperwork that he had been working on back towards himself.
"You and I are bound together, I did not make my vows lightly, and I intend to stick by them," Harry said softly, turning to the book he had found, ignoring the purple eyes they turned onto him and surveyed him.
"Is it horrific Sire?" Lady Bower asked sympathetically, and Harry pushed down his initial reaction, taking a deep internal breath while making sure none of it showed on his face, his pleasant smile plastered there.
"Oh, it truly is!" Harry nodded, still smiling. He was aware of Loral and Owen watching him, they were too professional to stare, but he could feel their eyes.
"I don't know how you do it," Lord Myers shook his head.
"With great difficulty, it is really so incredibly difficult and frustrating, but given the circumstances, what can I do?" Harry sighed, shaking his head. He caught Visenya stepping back behind one of the doors to the sunroom he was sitting in with the others having something to drink with them.
"You're so brave," Lady Vare said.
"Oh I wouldn't take it that far," Harry laughed, "The Keep isn't that large!"
"Pardon?" Lord Myers blinked.
"I wouldn't say trying to find my way around the Keep with how easily I get lost is brave, I have the Guard with me to make sure I don't get completely turned around," Harry smiled around at them. "They do end up having a chase after me a lot and try and redirect me,"
"Indeed," Lady Vare didn't know what to do with her face.
"Lord Benson, I heard you have been looking at the unused lands north of yours?" Harry turned to the quieter Lord who was sitting watching everything amused.
"I am yes, Sire" he smiled at Harry.
"I have spoken to Lady Despencer about it and…" Harry started talking to the Lord, turning away from the others who were sitting blinking at him, clearly completely confused as to what to say to him.
"You seem to be settling in," Visenya stepped up next to Harry as he walked through the Keep.
"I am thank you, your Majesty," Harry nodded. They walked for a little while without either of them saying anything.
"My son, he is still suffering from headaches, are your healing gifts not true?" Visenya said after nearly five minutes of nothing but the sound of their feet on the floor.
"I haven't tried anything," Harry said.
"Why? It is the reason that you were chosen," Visenya was growing angry, and Harry reminded himself that she did care and love his husband, and vice versa.
"Maegor has not been comfortable with me touching him," Harry said.
"I will speak to him," Visneya said simply.
"I won't touch him until I know that he is comfortable with me touching him," Harry said.
"Then you will find yourself surplus to requirement," Visenya said coolly.
"That is fine, let me know when I will become surplus to requirement and I will be ready to move back to the Lightning Isle," Harry stopped and turned to face her.
"You dare to be so disrespectful to me!" Visenya glared at him, stopping as well and spinning on her heel, her long white blonde hair spinning around her, and the purple eyes that were so like Maegor's glowering at him.
"I have an incredible amount of respect for you your Majesty," Harry said honestly,
"And yet you mock me," Visenya scowled at him.
"I am not mocking you. You can send me back to the Lightning Isle if you wish, but I won't touch Maegor without him being comfortable with it,"
"It is what is best for him!"
"Sometimes what we believe is best, is not in fact the right thing," Harry shook his head.
"Are you withholding your healing? Do you want something more for it?" Visenya narrowed her eyes.
"More than being husband to the King?" Harry shook his head. "I want nothing more than to help him, and as soon as he is comfortable, I will help him. But not before,"
"And you will see him suffer until then?" Visenya sneered.
"It is difficult for me to see him in pain, I can not imagine how difficult it is for you as his mother, however, there are different types of suffering, I will not inflict any suffering on him if I can help it,"
"Are you mocking me?!" Visenya looked just how Harry imagined Vhagar would look right before she breathed fire.
"Mocking you, no?" Harry said, confused. "I am sorry I don't know where you think I am mocking you,"
"Saying that you can not imagine how difficult it is for me as his mother," Visenya growled, stepping closer to him.
"I am afraid that I am still lost," Harry admitted, and he saw the Dowager Queen calming when she realised that he was being honest.
"A lot whisper that I have no mother's love for him and see him only as a means to an end," Visenya tipped her head up proudly.
"I know you love him, your Majesty, I have absolutely no doubt about that, and that he loves you. I did not mean for my words to sound mocking, if they did I sincerely apologise. I understand completely why it is that you want me to help him, especially after years of seeing him in pain," Harry said softly.
"I want what is best for my son," Visenya frowned.
"I know, but after everything that has happened to him, there are more ways for him to hurt, this pain he knows and is familiar with, I don't want to heal one hurt but open another," Harry said before bowing deeply and walking away.
"Right Sire," Loral called. Harry turned to smile at him in thanks and caught the expression on both his and Owen's faces. He thought that Maegor didn't realise how respected and liked he was.
"I want you to try healing me," Maegor said into the silence between them.
"No you don't," Harry said without looking up from his book. He was sitting on a cushion at the base of the Iron Throne, a blanket thrown over his lap even though the fires were kept burning a little longer when Maegor chose to brood in the throne room now, the King had ordered it because more often than not Harry would show up, his cushion being handed over to him by a servant along with his blanket and book, and he would take up what had become his regular place by Maegor while the King brooded.
"I said I am," Maegor growled.
"No you're not," Harry said as kindly as he could, turning to look at the King, and knowing he was right from the expression on the King's face. "I told your mother that I would not touch you until you were comfortable with it, and you are not,"
"I am telling you I am comfortable with it!" Maegor snarled.
"Your words are, your face and eyes are saying something different," Harry shook his head.
"Do what you were brought here to do, now!" Maegor grabbed Harry's arms and pulled him to his feet, gripping his hand and placing it on his head, closing his eyes tightly.
Despite his heart pounding in his chest from the fright of the sudden movement and being manhandled to standing in front of his husband, Harry noted that he had ensured not to hurt him, and if anything his eyes looked terrified if Harry had to give it a name before he closed them.
He dared to lean down and pressed a whisper of a kiss to the King's, to his husband's, hairline where the scar was.
"No," he said gently.
"Do as you are told!" Snapping purple eyes glared at him.
"No,"
"Do what you were brought here for!"
"I told your mother, you can send me away, but I won't do it until you are comfortable," Harry shook his head.
"Eager to get away?!" Maegor was clearly working himself up, and Harry was aware of the corner of his eyes of the King's guard looking in one of the doors, clearly summoned by the unusually raised voices before dodging back out when they saw Maegor sitting in the throne gripping Harry's wrist and holding his hand to his head as Harry stood calmly in front of him.
"Not really, I would rather you didn't send me away, partly because I worry about who would be brought in next, but if it a choice between using whatever magic it is that I have on you without you trusting me, and hurting you, and being sent away, I will return to the Lightning Isle,"
"You, hurt me!" Maegor scoffed.
"I am not worried about hurting you physically," Harry said and ran his thumb carefully over the scar. "I want to help you, but I refuse to hurt you,"
"You're speaking in riddles," Maegor sneered, releasing Harry's wrist, and then glared at him when he didn't move.
"I am not, you know exactly what I am saying. You have had magic cast against you, against your will, too much. I won't be one of those people,"
"I am telling you to do it," Maegor growled.
"Not really," Harry turned and sat on his cushion again, pulling his blanket over his legs and picking up his book, flipping through the pages to find where he had been. "Your mother loves you and she means well, but now is not the right time," he said without looking at Maegor despite feeling those eyes burning into him as they so often did.
He wanted nothing more than to help Maegor, he could see the pain that the other suffered, the headaches that he got. He could see them in his purple eyes, and how often they afflicted his husband, he wanted nothing more than to be able to reach out and help him with his magic, or whatever it was that he possessed.
One of the first acts that Maegor had taken upon claiming the throne was to confront the Faith Militant that were holding the Capital City hostage. The Trial by Seven had been fought viciously, Seven against Seven representing the Faith of the Seven. The warriors that the Faith Militant had put forward had been some of the best swordsmen in the country. They had been shocked by the loyalty that the people held to Maegor and the Targaryens, they had not expected Maegor to be able to find another 6 that would stand with him, as it was he had had to choose his six.
Maegor was the only one that had survived and even then it had been touch and go, the damage to the helm on his head had gone through to his head, and the scar was evidence of how bad it had been. It was known that Maegor had been unconscious for a month after, clinging to life, it was known that Visenya had sent across the Narrow Sea for Tyanna of the Tower whom Maegor had met in Pentos while he had been there in exile.
It was guessed the magic that Tyanna of the Tower had cast on Maegor to heal him, but he had been on his feet the next day and waving to the people after being at death's door. Harry knew nothing of blood magic, but it was not simple healing that had brought Maegor back.
What magics she cast on him then, and after no one would be able to say, or for what reason she did it besides having some sick pleasure of playing with someone as powerful as the Targaryen King who rode the Black Dread.
She had been found out for poisoning Queen Alys, for killing her, and when she had been about to be interrogated people knew that she had willingly spoken, no interrogation needed. Harry had managed to find out just before his wedding that she had admitted to poisoning the baby that Queen Alys had been carrying. He did not know what had happened to the baby, but he had heard whispers even on the Lightning Isle that the baby had been a monster.
There was worry that she had done something to Maegor himself to make sure that he would not be able to have children, Maegor clearly believed it after saying he was cursed on their wedding night.
She had worked her magic around him, and she had hurt him.
"I was thinking about calling the new school Kings College," Maegor spoke quietly from behind Harry after nearly an hour of silence.
"I wouldn't, it is making the competition obvious," Harry hummed.
"What would you call it?" Maegor asked, and Harry smiled a little even as he turned the page of his book at the sound of amusement in his tone.
"Blackfyre," Harry said.
"After my Father's sword," Maegor said, surprised.
"Less on the nose but makes the point," Harry nodded.
"Interesting," Maegor said, settling back into the throne.
"I have a few learned men and women that dislike the Maesters. If you would like to meet them," Harry said, turning his next page.
"Of course you do," Maegor snorted.
"I will summon them," Harry smiled.
"I am going to throw myself from the fucking top of this Keep!" Harry snarled storming into his rooms.
"I thought you were enjoying yourself," Maegor said from where he was standing by the fire and Harry nearly jumped out of his skin, freezing where he had been tugging his robes off.
"Maegor!" Harry yelped.
"I did not say for you to call me by name," Maegor frowned.
"Would you rather I called you your Majesty?" Harry smiled a little.
"Maegor is fine," his husband rolled his eyes as Harry's Guard glanced at each other amused and withdrew. "What has you so riled up?"
"The idiocy of people, protesting about women being able to be in the college, protesting that there will be no celibacy rules like the Maesters stick to it anyway and aren't running around sticking their dicks in everything that they can!" Harry growled quite convincingly, remembering why he was angry. "One of the morons nearly had his brains pouring out his ears when I asked how he could argue against the intelligence and abilities of women when he had followed under your mother and aunty's rules as regents!"
"People can be obstinate in their idiocy," Maegor snorted, moving to drop onto Harry's sofa.
"Tell me about it, honestly you would think that I was telling them that we're going to put Vhagar and Balerion in robes and send them to the school with the way that they are acting, and trying to get them to understand that there is nothing wrong with having a second school to the Maesters…" Harry stormed to his side table and poured two glasses of wine before storming over to the sofa and pressing one into Maegor's hand before dropping onto the sofa himself and throwing his head against the back of it. "I have no clue how you do it,"
"They are terrified that I am going to start cutting their heads off, when they start annoying me I play with Blackfyre's hilt and they shut up," Maegor huffed.
"I am not intimidating enough for that," Harry whined, opening his eyes and meeting intense purple ones.
"I could lend you Balerion, it might make up for your kitten glare," Maegor said dryly.
"That had better have been a joke," Harry narrowed his eyes, even as his lips twitched.
"The Balerion part, or the kitten glare part?"
"The kitten glare part, I will take the Balerion part as long as he doesn't eat me," Harry huffed.
"Is eating the Lords and Ladies a good thing?" Maegor's lips were turned up a little and Harry was seeing that more, and definitely taking it as a win.
"It would rid us of some of the stupidity from this country, and accidents happen," Harry shrugged while taking a drink from his glass.
"Dragons eating people?"
"I am sure they could look like the Dragon version of a chicken to him, they certainly squawk like them," Harry snorted and blinked when Maegor let out a deep rumbling chuckle. It was so deep that Harry felt as though he was able to feel it in his own chest.
"I could always arrange for him to have an accident," Maegor rumbled.
"Don't tempt me, he has weak ankles, one nudge when we are walking and I could have him over the edge of the Keep's gardens," Harry sighed and then smiled softly when Maegor laughed again.
"You are doing well with it," Maegor said after a few moments. "Here,"
Harry took the parchment being held out to him and unrolled it, scanning over the words before going right back to the top and scanning over it again.
"This is…"
"Hardly anything," Maegor grunted, taking a sip from his wine and looking away from Harry to the fireplace again.
"It is a lot. This is important to me and you know that. Thank you," Harry smiled at Maegor before looking back over the parchment. "Three of them," he laughed, taking in the land that was now under his name for his schools to be built on.
"It is nothing for me to do," Maegor grumbled.
"But you did it," Harry smiled brightly at him when he turned and looked at him. He fought down a chuckle when Maegor mumbled something under his breath and took a deep sip from his cup.
"What are you doing up here?" Maegor demanded walking into the room.
"You made me jump!" Harry breathed out clutching his chest. He had indeed startled so badly that he had jumped, his heart was thundering in his chest.
"Why are you here?" Maegor demanded crossing the tower floor as Loral and Owen disappeared out of the door.
"Is it somewhere that I am not meant to go?" Harry asked, confused.
"It is late at night," Maegor said.
"Yes," Harry turned fully to look at him.
"You did not come to the throne room," Maegor turned his eyes to the side as he came to a stop beside Harry.
"I… you… I did not believe you would wish for my company tonight," Harry answered honestly.
"Why?" Maegor frowned.
"You seemed angry with me," Harry said quietly.
"I…" Maegor turned to look at him, and his eyes were snapping when he did so.
"I do not know what it is that I did to upset you, but I thought you would not want to see me tonight because of it," Harry admitted.
"Why did you come up here instead?" Maegor frowned.
"To see the city," Harry turned to look out again over Kings Landing spread out underneath the tower.
"You were speaking to Lady Ferrier intently tonight," Maegor said after only a few moments of silence.
"Yes I was," Harry nodded and looked at Maegor confused. The two of them stood staring at each other in silence, Harry stared baffled at Maegor, until finally, the King shifted.
"Are you unhappy?" Maegor asked tensely, utterly confusing Harry.
"No," Harry blinked.
"Do you dislike it here?" Maegor asked, somehow even more tensely.
"No, I enjoy it here?" Harry asked more than answered, even more baffled.
"It is me then," Maegor growled, nodding.
"You?" Harry asked, confused.
"Me!" Maegor snarled, stepping away from Harry and moving to the door. He spun around wide-eyed when Harry grabbed his hand, digging his feet in to try and stop Maegor's movement to leave, though he was fairly sure that it was more the shock of Harry grabbing him that stopped him than anything else.
"I am confused!" Harry blurted out. "I thought I had done something to upset you, but you seem to think that I am upset with you?"
"It doesn't matter!" Maegor snapped, tugging at his hand to try and get Harry to let it go, but not wrenching it away.
"It matters to me," Harry said honestly. "I don't want you to be upset at me,"
"I am not upset at you! I understand!" Maegor shook his head and looked to the side. He jerked when Harry gently touched his face, but he turned back to face Harry when the younger man pressed gently on his face until he was looking into green eyes.
"Maegor, please, what do you think happened?" Harry asked. "Something with Lady Ferrier?"
"You were flirting with her!" Maegor said and then carried on when Harry's mouth dropped open. "I understand I am…I don't talk properly to you, I can be charming when I need to be with everyone else, or polite, but I struggle with you! And you spend time with me and try and I am rude, and I…I am not gentle I know! I am not good company or…"
"Maegor," Harry moved his hand to cover the King's mouth and chuckled when the man looked incredulously at him. "Firstly, I wasn't flirting with her,"
"I saw you," Maegor managed to say past Harry's hand, the dark-haired man moving his hand with a faint blush.
"I wasn't. I swear," Harry smiled softly.
"What were you doing then, it was an intense conversation," Maegor frowned.
"She is a very intelligent woman, I was trying to convince her to attend the school, but she said that her husband would never agree to it, I…I may have taken liberties towards the end and said that you would make sure that there were no repercussions from her husband," Harry blushed a little.
"I would make sure, her husband is a moron," Maegor frowned.
"Secondly, I like spending time with you," Harry said.
"Right," Maegor scoffed. "No one but my Mother likes spending time with me,"
"I like spending time with you," Harry said quietly.
"You do?" Maegor frowned.
"Yes,"
"But I am…" Maegor cut himself off, clearly not wanting to repeat what he had essentially rambled earlier.
"You can be a little gruff and sometimes aren't particularly verbose, but when you are gruff your eyes aren't, and I know you don't mean things the way that they sound, and after everything that you have been through I understand you being uncertain," Harry shook his head.
"I barely speak to you in the throne room when you make the time to come and join me," Maegor frowned.
"I enjoy when we do talk, but at the same time, I find it relaxing to just spend time with you in silence. I talk so much to people throughout the day, I find it peaceful," Harry admitted.
"I didn't like that you weren't there tonight," Maegor grunted, and though the words sounded demanding, he was looking at Harry with purple eyes that hoped he understood what he was saying.
The bright smile that Harry gave him said that he did.
"It didn't feel right not coming to sit with you, it was why I was up here. I was brooding a little," Harry admitted with a laugh. "Maegor, I am not interested in flirting with anyone else. I don't like women, and well, men…" Harry cut himself off feeling a blush burning his face bright red.
"What?" Maegor frowned.
"They don't measure up to you, so they don't really catch my attention," Harry said.
"You're blushing," Maegor pointed out.
"I know," Harry groaned embarrassed, blushing darker because he was aware that he was blushing.
"The men of the Court, they are charming, witty, friendly, and gentle, they're handsome and pretty, and dress finely," Maegor frowned.
"And they're not you," Harry shrugged. "I am married to you, and even if I weren't…I think my attention would also return to you anyway, you are…"
"You don't need to try and flatter me, I know how I look," Maegor muttered into the hesitant silence as Harry thought.
"Handsome like a dragon," Harry blurted out.
"Pardon?" Maegor stared at Harry confused.
"You're handsome, like a dragon, yes it can be harsh sometimes but you're unique and there is no one else like you, and you make me feel safe," Harry shrugged.
"Me? Make you feel safe?" Maegor looked baffled by the concept, enough so that Harry stepped forward and took the hand still in his with both hands.
"Before you sent for me, there were plenty of men that wanted to see if the theory of me being able to carry a child was true, a few of them were a little more forceful," Harry said quietly, "I don't believe that you would do anything that I would not wish to do, and no one would dare try anything with me because you are my husband. I am more than capable of defending myself, but it is nice to know that I don't have to,"
"Who was it?" Maegor growled, closing his hand around Harry's and pulling him forward, pulling him closer.
"Why, what do you plan on doing to them?" Harry looked up at him with green eyes that were suddenly crackling with fire.
"It depends on how far they went and how much damage you want doing to them," Maegor allowed himself to reach up with his free hand and stroked his fingers down Harry's cheek, aware of the rough calluses on his fingers, but Harry didn't seem to mind as he leaned into the touch, the fire in his eyes turning into a different type of flame. "If you want them politically ruined I will rip them to pieces, if they forced you to truly need to defend yourself Blackfyre will rip them apart and Balerion can have them for supper," Maegor growled.
"I think them living in utter terror of either of those eventualities is enough for me," Harry laughed, though it was a little breathless.
"You're too soft-hearted," Maegor grunted, "how you think of me is proof of that," he added amusedly.
"I don't think so," Harry grinned at Maegor, remembering one of their first conversations with each other.
"I believe you just like to politely argue with me," Maegor huffed, clearly remembering as well.
"I don't think so," Harry repeated.
"You're cold," Maegor frowned, concerned when Harry shivered.
"A little," Harry hummed. "You're so warm though," he commented, rubbing his fingers over Maegor's hand.
"Blood of the dragon, we run a little hotter, for when we are flying," Maegor said.
"That makes sense," Harry nodded. "Will you walk me to my rooms?"
Normally when they were in the throne room Harry would leave first and walk back with his guard.
"Yes," Maegor nodded and then held on tighter to one of Harry's hands before pulling him along with him as he headed to the door.
The four guards standing outside were startled when Maegor suddenly opened the door, they had been leaning in, clearly trying to hear if everything was OK. They all took a few hasty steps back and looked down quickly at their feet.
"You're worse than the fishwives of Fleabottom!" Harry cheerfully declared, and the slight danger to the air disappeared as Maegor snorted amused.
"Come on you loiterers," Maegor tugged Harry gently and led the way through the Keep. It was silent but Harry quite happily walked with his hand in Maegor's larger one.
"Will you come in for a drink?" Harry asked as they approached his door.
"Yes," Maegor nodded after only a moment, and Harry led him through the door and into the living areas of his room.
He reluctantly let go of Maegor's hand and moved to the side to pour them both a glass of wine before making his way over to the sofa where Maegor was already seated, he held out the glass of wine to Maegor who took it with one hand, before taking the now free hand with his other and drew Harry down onto the sofa next to him, far closer than they had sat before.
The King reached out and snagged the blanket that Harry kept over the back of the sofa, placing it over Harry before he settled back into the seat and took a sip of the wine. Harry realised how chilled he was now that they were inside of the room with the fire.
He pulled the blanket a little higher over himself and then leaned sideways slightly so that he was resting against Maegor's side, soaking up the heat of the other, and heat warming him from the inside when Maegor didn't pull away from him, instead his body seemed to relax incrementally into the seat.
Harry sighed a little, content as he took a sip from his glass and rested his head back, staring into the crackling fireplace, enjoying the peace between them after the conversation that they had had.
"Wha…"Harry muttered, aware suddenly that he was moving.
"You're a trusting fool, you fell asleep against me," Maegor's deep rumble came from above him and he could feel it through his body as well.
"Hmm," Harry hummed, confused.
"Shush," Maegor hummed and Harry felt himself being placed onto his bed. Half awake and half in deep sleep he was unable to move his body as he felt himself being shifted, and then his boots were pulled off, thrown to the side with soft thumps, and then he felt the covers being drawn over him.
He lay calmly as he felt Maegor watching him, the presence of the other warming him, even as he hovered over him, his purple eyes on him, almost caressing over him. He felt Maegor moving moments before fingers drifted over his face, mapping it out, stroking over his brow and cheeks.
"A fool you are, trusting me, looking to be close to me. Feeling safe with me," Maegor murmured into the night. "None shall hurt you, I swear, I will stop anyone from hurting you, even myself,"
Harry lay feeling those eyes on him for a little longer, until with one more touch to his face he heard Maegor turn and leave the room, the feeling of that touch warm on his face.
"King Consort Harrison," Maegor called, and the Throne Room fell silent, the arguing, talking, and mutterings that had been going on for over half an hour now as each of them tried to put forward their side of things. It had been chaos for the last fifteen minutes, and Maegor's temper had been visibly fraying.
Now though there was utter silence as all eyes turned to where Harry was sitting at the base of the Iron Throne, where he had been listening to it all. He turned and Maegor inclined his head in an indication of what he wanted. Rising from his chair he quickly, and as gracefully as he could while praying that he wouldn't trip despite having now walked up these steps probably about 50 times now, made his way up to the throne where Maegor was sitting.
"You can read people, what do you think?" Maegor asked softly as soon as Harry reached him.
"I believe that Lord Montfort is telling the truth, though not the whole truth, there is definitely something that he is hiding in all this," Harry answered quietly after a moment's thought and pressing down the fluttering in his chest at realising that Maegor wanted his input.
"What do you think it could be?" Maegor frowned a little.
"Heir Jullet is married to Lord Montfort's daughter, there have been whisperings around the court that Lord Jullet is… cruel with her," Harry said thoughtfully.
"Where is Lord Jullet?" Maegor asked and Harry stepped to the side so that he could see the men, his heart fluttered a little more in his chest when Maegor reached up to take Harry's hand in his, aware of the looks and mutters being exchanged.
"Pardon Sire?" Lord Montfort stammered a little, his eyes flicking to Heir Jullet for a second. Maegor and Harry exchanged a glance and Maegor squeezed Harry's hand gently.
"You heard me perfectly well, Lord. Your argument smacks of nothing to do with what you are saying and instead of what you are both afraid to say. Bring forward Heir Ullet's wife," Maegor demanded.
"No, there is no need for that!" Lord Monfort shouted as Heir Ullet shook his head.
"What happened?" Maegor sighed.
"We…" Heir Ullet glanced at his father-in-law.
"The best thing to do now is to tell the truth so that this can be resolved," Harry said gently. Maegor squeezed his hand encouragingly again.
"It was me, I killed him," Heir Ullet said.
"No you didn't," Harry said, shaking his head.
"He is protecting me," Lord Montfort said, tilting his head up, "I did it,"
"Perhaps I should just lock the two of you up!" Maegor growled.
"Tell the truth," Harry said encouragingly. The two men looked at each other and the look seemed to say a thousand things. "I have heard, Heir Ullet that your father is far from a gentleman, and has been far from gentle with you, given that those are the rumours I have heard, I can only imagine how much worse the reality is,"
Heir Ullet hesitated and looked up at Harry at his words, his blue eyes locked onto him, and something seemed to change in the man when he found nothing but warm, understanding green eyes.
"My father has beat me black and blue, beat me till I bled since I was a small boy, and he did the same to my mother. He left my wife alone at first, but then he started slapping her. He…he…he tried to beat her…I tried to stop him and he…he was like…it was like he was possessed, I thought he was going to kill me this time, he wouldn't stop. My wife, she protected me, she stopped him but I finished him,"
"They sent for me and I disposed of him. The boy was bed-bound for 2 weeks and we didn't think that he was going to survive. The man was a monster," Lord Montfort added.
"Heir Ullet is not at fault for his father's behaviour, he is not responsible for anything that happened to your daughter," Harry said, catching the look that the Lord shot at his son-in-law.
"You would know nothing about this!" Lord Montfort snapped.
"You will remember who it is that you are talking to Lord Montfort," Harry said in the same calm tone, squeezing Maegor's hand as he could feel the fury rolling through his husband, and guessed the expression that was on his face going by the expression on the Lord's face.
"Forgive me, King Consort," Lord Montfort bowed.
"Your son-in-law bears no responsibility for the actions of his father, the only people to blame here are Lord Ullet and yourself," Harry said, and smiled a little when the Lord lifted his head from his bow, clearly about to say something he should not, and snapped his mouth shut so loud everyone heard his teeth clack together.
"Me? King Consort, I was miles away,"
"Yes you were, and you sent your daughter to live with a Lord after marrying her to Heir Ullet, whose reputation is fairly known to his neighbours. What did you expect to happen?" Harry tilted his head.
"I did not think that he would treat her that way," Lord Montfort spluttered.
"Then you are a fool," Maegor grunted. "Heir Ullet, you are now Lord Ullet, no actions will be taken against you for what happened, or your wife,"
"Thank you, my King, King Consort," the new Lord Ullet bowed low.
"You will pay the rest of the dowry that you owe to the new Lord Ullet within four months, Lord Monfort, otherwise you can start giving him land instead," Maegor added.
"I can not!" Lord Montfort, "And my agreement was with Lord Ullet, not his son!"
"Lord Ullet, whose body you helped dispose of. That sounds like you could be trying to get away with having to pay that dowry, Lord Montfort, which would be illegal," Harry tilted his head.
"I…" Lord Montfort looked around the room and clearly found that he didn't have any friendly faces looking at him.
He bowed sharply before stepping away and into the crowd.
"Thank you," Maegor said softly, looking at Harry.
"No problem," Harry smiled brightly at his husband. Probably a little too brightly, but he couldn't help it considering the ridiculous fluttering that was going on in his chest.
"We are done for today," Maegor stood, and the excited mutterings that had been going on in the throne room as people took in their interaction. His husband went ahead of him, keeping hold of his hand and helping him down the steps.
"Thank you, your majesties," Lord Ullet bowed deeply to them.
"Perhaps you and your wife should come to court for a little while Lord Ullet, until your father-in-law calms down," Harry suggested.
"Oh…we would be welcome?" Lord Ullet blinked.
"Speak to the steward, he will have rooms for you," Maegor nodded before leading Harry from the throne room.
The two of them walked hand in hand down the hallway, something that Maegor had been doing a little more, and Harry never said no to, until the King moved into one of the family living areas of the Keep.
"Stay here," he grunted to the King's Guard following them.
Harry smiled at Loral and Owen before stepping into the room with Maegor. His husband led up over to the sofa and seated him before settling down and dividing out the simple lunch that had been laid out.
"Thank you," Maegor said once he handed Harry a plate and sat down himself.
"For giving my opinion?" Harry asked.
"For helping, I was starting to lose my temper," Maegor groaned.
"I want to help you where I can, thank you for listening to what I had to say," Harry smiled.
"Your point of view and reading of people is better than mine," Maegor shook his head.
"Like I said, I want to be able to help you," Harry smiled.
"I don't get why," Maegor sighed. He paused with his fork halfway to his mouth when Harry took a chance and leaned over and kissed his cheek.
"Because I care about you," Harry said before turning back to his food, feeling Maegor's purple eyes on him. He found himself more and more coming to enjoy those eyes sitting on him, almost like a blanket over him.
Harry looked up from the letter he was writing to his parents when the door opened and he went to stand when he realised that it was Visenya.
"No need for that," Visenya waved her hand.
"Is everything ok, Your Majesty?" Harry asked.
"Everything is fine," Visenya shook her head and then sat down on one of the armchairs in Harry's rooms. "Please stop calling me Your Majesty as well,"
"Erm ok…what do you want me to call you?" Harry asked uncertainly.
"Visenya is fine," She smiled at him before settling back into her chair and crossing her legs. "You are far different from what I was expecting,"
"I gathered that," Harry nodded, signing his letter and folding it.
"I was expecting you to exchange your healing for your place, I did not expect you to actually care for my son," Visenya admitted.
"I do care for him," Harry nodded.
"I know what a lot of people think about my son and the reason I wanted him so badly, and how I see him, why I wanted him on the throne," Visenya looked at Harry with intent purple eyes.
"I told Maegor that I know what people assume about him, I have heard the stories and people's opinions on things. I don't believe them about him, and I don't believe them about you either," Harry shook his head.
"Why do you think I had my son?" Visenya asked, her eyes still intent upon him, her face stern and blank, but there was something in her eyes that told him his answer was important to her.
"May I speak freely?" Harry asked standing and moving to pour the two of them a glass of wine each.
"Yes," She nodded.
"I heard the rumours that your husband tended more towards your sister's company," Harry said as carefully as he could, walking back over and holding the glass out to her. Her lips pinched together as she reached out and took the glass and she took a deep drink from it.
"He preferred her company to mine. I have heard people saying that he would share her bed ten nights for every one in mine," Visenya clenched her hand around the glass. "It was true,"
"I think you wanted to have a child with him, you wanted to have a part of you and him, and you wanted to have a child, to carry on your line, not just your husband's," Harry said as he sat down and looked cautiously at her.
"Carry on," Visenya nodded.
"I also think that you were worried about Aenys, he was a sickly child I know, and the risk of everything that you had started, the risk of ending everything that you had created upon conquering Westeros. Aegon the Conqueror and his sister wives, as though you did not put as much into the conquest as he did, as though you did not have the same desire to see that everything you had done was worth it, and survived, as though you did not want to ensure that your line continued and was secure,"
"And that I love my son?" Visenya asked.
"That is clear to see, you have done everything that you can for Maegor, to give him the best life that you can, to try and ensure that he has a secure position. A lot of people have tried to see it as jostling him into position for the throne, but I believe that most of it was to try and ensure that he had a place," Harry mused.
"Expand?" Visenya requested, still intently watching him when she drank from her glass.
"I…" Harry hesitated.
"Speak freely," Visenya shook her head, reminding him she had agreed to such.
"Maegor's first wife, Lady Cerys, she was barren," Harry said, and when Visenya nodded he carried on. "I believe that was known before she was married to Maegor that she was barren, and the wedding was to ensure that Maegor didn't have any heirs of his own,"
"My brother husband was delighted by the children of his oldest son, delighted in the continuing of the line," Visenya said, taking a drink and then pressing the rim of the glass to her bottom lip as she thought, "I believe that he snapped up Hightower's daughter, because she was barren, making sure that he did not produce any rival heirs, even though that was the last thing on our minds at the time,"
"More Targaryens could never have been a bad thing, it is a fledgling dynasty, in its early days, and the more of the blood that exists, the longevity of its line is more ensured," Harry said.
"That was my thoughts, my brother's husband didn't agree," Visenya nodded. "Do you believe that I plotted to put Maegor on the throne?" she asked.
"Not until Aenys' death and the situation with the Faith militant was clear, then it was really the only choice. Aegon did not yet have a dragon and was trapped away being held captive, and was too like his father. What the country needed, what the line needed, was someone who could grasp hold of the tatters that everything had become and yank it back together. There were several times that I know of that you could have done away with Aenys and placed Maegor on the throne, but you didn't, you tried to help pull his rule together, you tried to advise him and stop what was happening, to ensure his rule. He didn't listen,"
"Many think I hated my sister, Rhaenys, that I had to have hated her. They said that we could not have been more different. She was bright, vivacious, she loved the arts and she loved the fun things in life, full of love, laughter, and light, by counter that means I must be dour, dull, boring, a creature of war and politics,"
"Dutiful, honest, loving, serious, powerful, and intelligent," Harry said softly, and Visenya's lips twitched up a little.
"I see why you have affected my son so," Visenya said. "Rhaenys, she was good at reading people, where I was able to secure things through war, through fire and blood, she was skilled at doing so through talk, through reading people and working out the best and gentle way to lead them to the right decision for us. I loved my sister, deeply, I loved her. The grief I felt at her loss…I wanted to burn Dorne into nothing but dust," Visenya drained her glass.
"People are skilled at seeing what they want, believing what they want. And they enjoy the idea of pitting those who are different against each other. It is what you wanted with Maegor and Aenys I believe, to work together as you and your sister had, to work together, mixing war and diplomacy,"
"You remind me of her, increasingly so. I believed that it would be Aenys and Maegor working together that would move this dynasty on, move it on from conquering to ruling. But I believe now that it will be my son and yourself, and the children I do believe that you will create. All the choices that I have made have been for my son because I love him more than anything in this life. It is what drove a wedge between me and Aegon in the end,"
Harry stood and held his hand out for her glass, taking it and moving to refill it before returning to sit with her.
"All I wanted was for him to love Maegor as he loved Aenys, as he loved Aeyns' grandchildren," Visenya laughed mirthlessly. "But he never could,"
"I am sorry, for what you have been through, and the whispers that follow you," Harry said softly.
"Love him, as he should be loved?" Visenya looked at him intently.
"I will," Harry nodded.
"Then you and I will get on well," Visenya nodded, standing.
"That is all I want," Harry smiled standing with her.
"Get some sleep," Visenya reached out and touched his cheek. "And in the morning, cast your eyes over these, I would like to know your opinion of them," she said, placing a sheaf of parchment down on the table.
She turned and left quickly, leaving Harry standing there with a soft smile.
"What is this?" Maegor frowned at the item on his tray.
"From King Consort Harrison Sire, he passed us in the hallway and placed it on the tray," The servant girl stammered.
"Go," Maegor waved and the girl hurried away, shutting the door behind herself. It was only then that Maegor allowed himself to smile, picking up the small, delicate flower from the table and twirling it between his large fingers.
So small and fragile looking, even more so when in his large hand, and yet the flower made him smile, made him feel more than if Harry had sent him some jewel or token. It was simple, but the thought was everything that mattered to him.
He chuckled and shook his head at himself as he twirled the flower around in his fingers before reaching out and pulling a book towards himself, flipping it open and placing the flower carefully inside before closing the book and pressing down on it. He felt a little foolish doing so, but he couldn't help himself.
"King Consort Harrison, King Consort Harrison!" Harry's eyes snapped open and he looked confused at Loral who was standing over him shaking him awake.
"Loral? Harry asked confusedly, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
"Sire, the King needs you," Loral said urgently.
"What is it?" Harry asked even as he was already throwing his blankets off and climbing out of bed.
"I am sorry I do not know. Queen Visenya sent for you saying that the King was calling for you," Loral hurried after Harry as he raced towards the door.
"Thank you," Harry nodded when Loral hurried ahead of him and opened the door for him. Owen was waiting outside of the door, and the three of them made their way quickly through the corridor and round to the next one to where the King's rooms were. As they approached they could already see that there was a fuss, and they could hear a few bangs and bumps coming from inside the King's rooms. The King's Guard were standing outside and looking more than a little concerned when they turned at their approach.
"Your majesty, it is King Consort Harrison!" Daemon banged on the door before Harry even reached them, and the door was yanked open, Harry sped up and hurried through the door Visenya was holding open.
"I will leave the two of you alone," Visenya said, and Harry could see how difficult it was for her. He bowed his head to her, and as soon as the door was closed behind her he turned and made his way through the empty greeting room and into the living room.
"Watch your feet!" Maegor barked, and Harry froze in place realising that there was glass all over the floor along with other smashed items, furniture was knocked over, and the whole place was a mess.
However, his attention immediately went to his husband. The large man was standing hunched over himself, clutching his head and everything in his body language said that he was in utter agony. He quickly looked around and spotted a pair of Maegor's slippers nearby, from how they were lying it looked as though they had been thrown. He carefully picked his way over to them and shoved his feet into them before turning and making his way to Maegor.
"Harrison," Maegor groaned, digging his fingers into his head.
"I'm here," Harry reached out for Maegor, but his husband jerked back away from him. Harry felt his heart sinking.
"Does it hurt you?" Maegor asked through gritted teeth.
"What?" Harry asked, confused.
"Does it hurt you? Whatever you do? Does it harm you?" Maegor demanded even as his fingernails dug into his head.
"No, it doesn't," Harry said quietly. "Can I touch you?"
"I don't want to hurt you, I don't want to hurt you, I don't want to hurt you," Maegor shook his head.
He started when gentle fingers pressed to his temples alongside Maegor's, his purple snapped open and met Harry's green ones as his hands slipped down and gripped Harry's wrist tightly, making sure not to hurt him.
"It doesn't hurt me, I have no clue how it works, but it doesn't hurt me, it is ok," Harry said softly, gently pressing his fingers into Maegor's temple, staring into those pained purple eyes.
"It hurts," Maegor admitted.
"I know, it will get better soon I hope," Harry said soothingly. He started rubbing his temples, keeping up the pressure on Maegor's temples as his husband kept the grip on his wrists, but his eyes flickered closed.
Harry didn't know how long they stood there for, it was enough that he was aware of the chill going through him as the fire died out and the air around them they stood there until finally, Harry saw the pained tenseness in his shoulders easing up, the muscles unbunching increment by increment until it looked finally like he wasn't in agony anymore, and finally the pain seemed to ease from his face as well, his fingers gentling on Harry's wrist, and relief chasing over his features.
"You're cold," Maegor muttered.
"It is fine," Harry said, "How are you feeling?"
"Better," Maegor's purple eyes opened, and they were far clearer than the pain-hazy shade that they had been.
"Has it gone?" Harry asked.
"Yes," Maegor said, trying to pull back.
"It hasn't," Harry shook his head, holding on.
"You're tired and cold," Maegor looked at him.
"Come on," Harry took his hands away from Maegor's temples, and the slightly pained noise he let out told Harry how much it was still hurting, which concerned Harry considering how much easier it was from when he had first come into the room.
He took Maegor's hand and led him over to the sofa in the corner, pressing his slightly bemused, still in pain husband, down onto it, before he hurried through to Maegor's bedroom, he grabbed a few blankets from the bed and slightly raced back through the living room with them, and he realised that he was shivering, now that he didn't have Maegor to fully focus on he realised how chilled he actually was.
Maegor was rubbing his temples as he walked back in, though he lowered his hands when Harry walked over, clearly hoping that he would believe that the ache had eased more than it had. Harry gave him an unimpressed look before dropping the blankets onto the end of the sofa and quickly situating himself on the sofa in front of Maegor. He threw the blankets over himself, and partially over Maegor before he reached up and cupped his face in both hands, watching happily as his husband's shoulders relaxed again.
"Thank you," Maegor muttered as his eyes closed.
"I want to help you," Harry shook his head.
"It isn't normally this bad, this only happens occasionally," Maegor sighed.
"Is there something in particular that causes it?" Harry asked.
"No, we have tried to work it out, but there is nothing," Maegor answered, sounding exhausted.
"Hopefully I can heal it completely so you won't need me to do this all the time in the future, and until then we can work out the best way to…what?" Harry asked when Maegor's eyes opened and looked at him with what was an undoubtedly soft look, admittedly Maegor's version of it, but it was soft.
"So many people would want to make sure that it didn't fully heal, because as long as it doesn't, I need you," Maegor gently shook his head, making sure not to disturb Harry's hands. "But not you,"
"I don't want you to need me," Harry shook his head.
"What do you want?" Maegor asked.
"I want you to want me," Harry answered honestly.
"That I do," Maegor carefully wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and pulled him onto the sofa fully, letting out that rumbling chuckle at the yelp that Harry let out, reaching down to hold onto Maegor's shoulders as he was slipped up the sofa and then Maegor turned so that they were lying on the sofa, Harry's back against the back of the sofa, and Maegor's large body against his front.
Despite the size of the sofa, designed for Maegor's larger frame, they were snuggly pressed together, and Maegor reached down and yanked the blankets over the top of them, mainly making sure that Harry was tucked under the covers before he reached down to stroke his large hand over Harry's face as he shifted them so that Harry could use his bicep as a cushion.
"I mainly wanted you here…" Maegor drew off and Harry could see him debating whether to expose himself that way. "I wanted you here for you, I don't remember all of it, I just remember being in pain, and wanting you, just wanting you,"
Harry reached up and cupped Maegor's face, smiling a little when Maegor shifted his arm so that Harry could rest on it and wouldn't be sitting uncomfortably in the air. Purple eyes moved over his face, drinking him in that intent way that he had.
"You make life better, brighter, easier, I just wanted you," Maegor sighed.
"I am here, always," Harry promised.
"I don't understand why," Maegor closed his eyes tiredly. "I don't understand why you want to be here, why you want me,"
His purple eyes opened when Harry brushed a kiss over Maegor's cheek.
"Because I do," Harry said. "And it is nothing to do with you being King, just you,"
Maegor stared at him until his eyes were too heavy to keep open, and then they fluttered shut to the sight of Harry still watching him, that gentle, kind expression still on his face, along with something else that he dared not name.