Chapter Five

Maegor walked into the room and moved over to stand in front of the window, turning to watch his mother walk into the room herself, close the door behind herself, and then move into the middle of the room where she stopped and stared back at him.

The two Targaryen's stood staring at each other, their purple eyes locked together, as the two of them waited for the other to break. They had stood like this a few dozen times over the years when they had butted heads, though they would not like to admit it, they were quite alike, and with that came arguments.

"The Potters need to be punished," Visenyra broke first, her anger clearly getting the better of her.

"It isn't going to happen, they were not involved, they did not mean for anything to happen, and when it did they worked rapidly to make sure that everyone involved was rounded up," Maegor shook his head.

"He has turned you soft!"

"Is that a bad thing? That I am a little gentler?" Maegor asked, and then before his mother carried on he thought about what Harry would have said to him in response to that accusation, "he isn't manipulating me, or making me anything, he is there, encouraging me to do what I wish, feel how I wish. I don't have to be the cruel tyrant all the time, if I do not wish to be that person anymore, I do not have to be. I can allow for a little gentleness,"

"He has you twisted round his little finger!" Visenya frowned.

"I love him," Maegor said after a moment, and he watched his mother's eyes widen in shock, though nothing showed on her stern face.

"Then you are a fool, all he will do is take from you,"

"He is not my father," Maegor said as gently as he was able, which he had to admit to himself was not very, and from the way his mother jerked back, he may as well have slapped her. "I don't say that to hurt you, I do not wish to. But we are not you and my father, just because I love him doesn't mean that I am going to be hurt by that love. He loves me too,"

"And the whispers around the Court that he is sleeping with others?" Visenya tilted her chin up, and blinked at her son when he just started laughing.

"No," He shook his head certainly.

"If you will not even look into it, you are a fool," Visenya scowled.

"There is no need to look into it, I know Harrison, and I trust him, and his feelings for me. The accusations are obvious and cheap ones, and I know they're not true,"

"You need to look into these rumours discreetly, and you need to punish the Potters!" Visenya snapped at him.

"I need to do nothing," Maegor shook his head. "I am King, and you know that I will always appreciate and want your advice, but at the end of the day my choice is final,"

"And if I look into it?" Visenya tilted her chin up.

"Then I will ask, politely, that you remove yourself to Dragonstone for a while until you come to your senses," Maegor said firmly. "You should be threatening to take the tongue of those that dare suggest your son-in-law would be unfaithful, when he has been nothing but faithful and caring to me and to furthering our name and rule!"

"He was brought here, married to you to cure you, heal you of your headaches and it took forever for him to do that!" Visenya threw her arms out.

"I know that you and he talked about that, and I know he told you that he was more than happy to heal me, but he understood that after everything that happened with… Tyanna, that I was wary of magic being cast on me after everything that she did to bring me back, and twisted my mind, the magic which you allowed her to cast on me,"

"It saved your life!"

"At what cost though? I was nothing but her puppet, in agony, an angry monster that was nothing more than an animal at times with no control over my own mind when she decided to play with it. It was only the death of my child that woke me from it enough to gain control!" Maegor shook his head moving towards the door.

"You think I don't feel guilty about that?" Visenya asked. Maegor moved to stand in front of her, and he rested his hands on her shoulders as he gazed down at her.

"I know you do, and I know why it was that you made the choice you did, the impossible choice that you did. Had she offered to bring my son back to life, I might have made that choice, and I only saw him lying there with no breath in his little body, I had been your son for years longer. But I ask you, please do not do this with Harry. I trust him, I know his heart, I know him, and what you are accusing him of is not who he is,"

"You're my son! You are all I have," Visenya shook her head, reaching up to cup his face. "I do not want you to be hurt, not after everything that you have been through, and I can not lose you,"

"But it doesn't have to be just me anymore," Maegor covered his mother's hand with his as he shook his head. "The Potters are building a comfortable Dragon shelter for when we want to visit, they included Vhagar in that. Harrison wants to be a family, you do not have to have just one son anymore, I believe that Harrison and I will have children, there can be grandchildren in your future as well. It does not have to be just you and I anymore Mother,"

"You are forming a family of your own," Visenya said, and Maegor thought that perhaps Harry was influencing him a little when he realised what she really meant quite quickly, where he thought he might not have before.

"I am, but that includes you in it. I have a husband I love, and I have the chance to finally have the children that I have longed for, that you know I have longed for, but that does not mean that you are not included in that family, that I do not want you right at the heart of it, as you have always been," Maegor smiled a little at his mother.

"You're my son when I heard you had been attacked…"

"It was not the Potters' fault, and the ones who were at fault are dead," Maegor shook his head.

"Maegor," Harry looked up, concerned from his paperwork when Maegor walked into the room.

"It looks as though a Dragon has flown through here," Maegor blinked, looking around at the piles of paperwork spread around Harry where he was sitting on the floor in front of the fire.

"There was a lot more paperwork waiting for me than I expected for us being away for a week," Harry grimaced looking around himself. "I am trying to organise it,"

"And you were fretting," Maegor said, carefully picking his way through the paperwork until he could sit on the sofa.

"Is everything ok with you two? Is she angry at me?" Harry asked. Maegor felt that warmth in his chest that Harry seemed about to summon in a moment. Harry trusted him not to even bother asking whether Maegor would be looking for revenge on his parents, his only concern was Visenya.

"She was scared, I think, after hearing what happened. And then when I stood up to her that she would not always be a part of my life, that by having a husband that I love, there would be no space for her," Maegor explained.

"That isn't…" Harry knelt up, resting his hands on Maegor's thigh and found his chin captured in a large hand and being pulled into a kiss.

"I know, and so does she," Maegor assured him when they parted. "I told her that us loving each other, and forming a family of our own does not mean that she will be alone, but that she will have more people. My father…" he grit his teeth and shook his head.

Harry stood and before Maegor could protest as he was clearly about to do, Harry slipped onto his lap and buried his fingers into Maegor's blond hair, rubbing his head soothingly.

"My mother loved my father who loved my aunty, who wasn't really interested in that love. All my mother wanted was for him to love her, just a little, to show some of the love he showed for my aunty," Maegor sighed, resting his head on Harry's shoulder.

"I can not imagine the pain of having to watch the person you love, love someone else," Harry said softly.

"Harrison?" Maegor looked up at him at the slightly choked tone in his voice.

"Would you ever…I know that it is done but…"

"You are worried that I would take a lover?" Maegor guessed.

"I do not know if I could bear to see you with someone else," Harry admitted, just imagining it making his heart seize and ache in his chest.

"I will not take a lover, and I believe that this time is different, that we will have a child together," Maegor tentatively rested his hand over Harry's stomach.

The uncertainty, the concern as to what would happen if he could not provide Maegor, his husband, his love, with an heir, lay inside of his chest, but he moved forward when Maegor tilted his head up and pressed their lips together, losing himself in the heat, passion and strength of his husband.

"What is this?!" Harry and Maegor looked up when Maester Badrick threw open the door and stormed into Maegor's office.

"I beg your pardon?" Maegor rumbled standing.

"Pardon Sires, he said that he wished to speak and then stormed in, shall we remove him?" Garlan asked stepping inside with Loral.

"I would like to know what the Maester thought that he was doing before I remove him of his head," Maegor growled.

"I…Your Majesties, forgive me, but I am deeply distressed by the news that I have heard," The Maester blanched, clearly realising when he had done, and to whom.

"And what news is that?" Harry smiled sweetly, completely ignoring the amused look that Maegor shot at him, not that any but those who knew the King well would have picked up on, while Visenya slipped into the room, her arms crossed as she leaned against the wall.

"That there is to be another Maester here in the Keep!" Maester Badrick spluttered.

"Then you have been informed wrongly," Harry said warmly.

"Oh, I thought that it had to be wrong, the Maesters are an important part of the country," The Maester nodded.

"Of course they are, your colleague is called a Professor, not a Maester, their place and profession are different to yours, and there will be two of them" Harry said reassuringly, and they all watched as the man turned an interesting shade of red.

"You can not do this! It has always been the Maesters' place to provide knowledge and advice!" the Maester spluttered.

"And what reason would you have to want to hoard knowledge if sharing it is what you want? If good advice is what you truly desire?" Maegor raised his eyebrow.

"It is not the way that it has been done!" Maester Badrick shook his head.

"It is the way that it will be done now," Harry said firmly, all gentleness gone as he tilted his head back, "knowledge will no longer be controlled by one faculty, by one group of people, it will no longer come from one source. There will be multiple sources, with multiple fields of knowledge, and multiple schools to share knowledge, to educate,"

"Women! You're going to educate women!" Badrick spluttered.

"Shocking isn't it!" Harry grinned, widening his eyes dramatically, "poor people will be educated as well!" he added.

"Do not give the man a heart attack before I can have him executed for his insolence," Maegor snorted.

"This can't be done, this can't be…this is an institution that has stood for centuries," Maester Badrick shook his head.

"And we aren't saying that it won't still be standing, just that there will be alternatives as well, and a wider representation," Harry smiled.

"If Maesters want to become Maesters they still can, what would be the issue of there being another centre of learning?" Visenya asked, walking fully into the room.

"We are the centre of knowledge," Maester Badrick choked, actually stamping his foot.

"And we believe that there should be more than one centre of knowledge, surely those that hold such importance with knowledge understand the importance of sharing knowledge and have it as a more shared place?" Visenya asked.

"No!" Maester Badrick shook his head.

"Why not?" Harry tilted his head.

"Because…because…" Maester Badrick stammered and clearly couldn't find an answer. Or at least not one that he could say out loud. "The Grand Maester will hear about this! When we heard the rumours of your Schools we dismissed them, thought that you would have more sense than this!"

"Oh he will, but not from you," Maegor waved his hand and Loral and Garlan grabbed the Maester and started dragging him out.

"You can't do this!" Maester Badrick spluttered.

"You have done a lot of telling me what I can and can't do, I am fed up now," Maegor waved his hand.

"You can't keep this secret forever, the Grand Maester will find out!" Badrick shouted, flailing around enough that the King's Guard had to pause to get a better grip on him, looking more than annoyed.

"If it makes you feel better I will write to him now so he knows, you can go to your death knowing that," Harry smiled brightly at him.

"Vicious," Maegor said as the shouting of the Maester was cut off by the door being closed, and he turned to look at Harry who was still smiling.

"The man gave me the creeps, he was far too interested in children," Harry scrunched his nose.

"Word is spreading now," Visenya hummed.

"Good, the buildings are nearly ready, and then they can be filled with people," Harry said softly while looking cautiously at her.

"There will be some grumblings about killing him," she said.

"We will deal with them, and the next Maester that gets sent. Hopefully, it will take a little while for another Maester to brave King's Landing which will give Turner a chance to get settled into place and find his feet," Maegor hummed.

"And Lady Clare arrives in a week, between the two of them they should be able to get things settled for our Professors here in King's Landing before we are gifted with another Maester," Harry said sitting back down at the desk.

"Lord Clarke is kicking up quite a fuss about his wife coming here," Visenya said, moving to sit in front of the fire.

"Of course he is, she was the brains of his land, he is going to flounder without her, especially when her divorce is granted," Maegor snorted, sitting next to Harry and pulling his paperwork back towards him.

"You're granting her divorce?" Harry smiled brightly at him.

"You made good points about him," Maegor shrugged.

"Thank you," Harry smiled brightly. He chuckled gently when Maegor grumbled and went back to his papers.

"Harrison?" Maegor asked into the dark of the night and Harry stopped wiggling around.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," Harry said softly.

"What is the matter?" Maegor asked, rolling onto his side so that he was facing his husband.

"I…" Harry started to say and then felt himself clamming up, unable to say anything else.

"What is it? You can trust me," Maegor said with real concern, and a hint of hurt in his voice. It was the second part that had Harry turning towards him, rolling over so he was facing him, even though he could not see him in the dark. Though considering the conversation that they were about to have, he was glad that he could not see Maegor's intense eyes for the first time since their wedding day.

"I know that I just…I feel foolish for asking," Harry said and then groaned, burying his face into the pillow. "We have been sharing a bed since we came back two weeks ago,"

"Yes," Maegor said confused. "I…is that not ok? I have been coming to your rooms without asking," he asked with a frown.

"No, I want you here, I want to share a bed with you, I like it. I just…" Harry started to speak and then felt his cheeks burning a bright red, and he could not stop himself from worrying his bottom lip or rubbing the blankets between his fingers nervously.

"What is it?" Maegor asked as gently as he could.

"We haven't….we haven't made love since that night and…did I do it wrong?" Harry asked quietly.

Maegor blinked, if he had been any other man he probably would have groaned, instead, he reached out and cupped the back of Harry's head, drawing him in and kissing him fiercely, pressing all the passion and heat that he felt for the other into the kiss until Harry had melted against him.

"You did everything right, I have never felt like that before. I did not wish to pressure you into feeling like we had to lay together. I…I am not very good at talking about things, but I should have. It was your first time and…I did not want you to think that we had to have sex, I did not want it to be on my terms, I wanted it to be when you were ready again. I didn't want to say it because I did not want you to feel pressured,"

"I was worried that I hadn't pleased you, that I hadn't…" Harry murmured into the warmth of Maegor's chest where his husband was hugging him tightly.

"That was definitely not an issue, I have not felt connected to someone the way that I did when we made love, I have not felt the pleasure that I felt laying with you, never before," Maegor said firmly.

"I just…you have been married twice before, and have had female lovers, I was…I got in my own head a little and I was worried that it hadn't been right for you," Harry breathed out into the darkness of the room, admitting what had been going around and around his head.

"No, definitely not. I…will you be patient with me, while I put this into words? Though they may still not come out right," Maegor huffed.

"Of course," Harry said warmly, wrapping his arm around Maegor and hugging him back as he rested the hand that was between them on Maegor's chest. He knew that his husband was not exactly verbose, and he knew that he struggled expressing himself sometimes. He was willing to be patient and sometimes read between the lines to hear what his husband was saying.

"I did not think though that this was something new for you, I didn't think that letting me know that you wished to lay together again could be difficult for you to say. I…our marriage so far has been about what I needed and wanted, and I did not want you to feel as though you had to do this, and I was worried that that was how it would come across to you,"

"I'm sorry I…" Harry's apology was cut off with a small, simple kiss.

"Don't apologise, please, I should have said what I was thinking to you, instead of presuming you are the mind reader that I have taken you to be," Maegor said, and he smiled to himself when he managed to get a small chuckle from Harry. "I also did not think about how my previous marital status could have been felt by you,"

"I just…I don't want to compare myself or anything, and I know that you love me, but I just…I worry that…"

"You are more than they were to me, so much more. There is no comparison, not compared to you. Cerys and I were civil with each other, I found her beautiful, but it never became anything more than us being…even saying friends feels a little too much to be honest. We were married, we did our duty, I believe Cerys prayed that the Gods would intervene and allow her to carry the child I desperately wanted, and when we lay together it was…functional," Maegor grimaced enough that Harry felt the movement.

"What is it?" Harry asked concerned.

"That sounds so cold hearted and callous. I wanted to care for her, and as my wife I did, but we did not care for each other, it was an arranged marriage and we had our duty. I was…I was upset that I hurt her when I married Alys as well, and I was ashamed that I had dishonoured her in her eyes. It was not her fault that she was married off to me because she could not bear children, I fear it was something that she carried with her every day and something that tormented her. We were both pawns in a game. Sex was pleasurable but there was no emotion in it, and it quickly became…something that we had to do," Maegor admitted.

"What about Alys?" Harry asked quietly.

"Alys was closer to a friend I believe, I cared for her, and sex between us was exciting initially, I think partially because I knew I was defying the plans that had been put into place for me. I enjoyed sex with her, but it still felt dutiful as well, a means to an end for the both of us, which really that was what our marriage and relationship was, it was the whole reason that we got married, and as much as we respected each other, I married her because I wanted a child, and she married me because she wanted to be marry a Prince and a Targaryen, even if I was the second son. The sex was good, and I liked spending some time with her, but we didn't have a real connection to each other," Maegor admitted.

They lay there in silence for a moment and there was the unspoken person that both of them knew that they would not discuss in this moment, definitely not in this moment. Tyanna of the Tower and the control that she had had over Maegor's mind went unsaid, even though they both knew they were thinking about her.

"You though…I used to…I…you…I…" Maegor growled annoyed with himself as he struggled to put into words what he was trying to say. Harry reached up and cupped his face, he gently tugged Maegor's face down and kissed the frown he knew that he would find on his forehead, he moved slightly as Maegor did and they both started laughing when Harry ended up kissing the side of Maegor's nose instead of his lips that he had been aiming for.

He smiled when Maegor let out that rumbling laugh of his, enjoying it even more than he normally did considering that they were pressed close together and he could practically feel the laugh rumbling through his own body.

"You though…you know, I used to listen to the minstrels and the poets my brother loved having at his court, I listened to them singing of love, singing of the emotions that came with it, what it felt like, I watched he and Alyssa love each other, and I knew that I was never going to have that, that it was never meant for me. I knew that I was never going to experience those emotions, to be able to feel them. The closest I would get would be companionship, and even then I thought I would be lucky to have that. And then you came into my life, and despite everything that I was sure that this was going to be, I know what it feels to be loved and to love, I know what it is to feel the burning passion of desire but have it paired with the sweet calm of love that ensures that passion will not die out. All those songs and poems, all those words suddenly make sense now, now that I know what it is to be in your embrace, to have the warmth of your feelings surround me. And I love you more than anything that I ever have before,"

Harry's breath caught in his chest at the words, and the emotions behind them, hearing them coming from Maegor, who struggled with his words and expressing himself, meant more to him than Maegor would ever know. Maegor who expressed himself in grunts half the time was opening himself this way to reassure him.

"I have had sex with others, yes, as I have been married before, that was never going to be a secret. But, I did not love them, each simple caress from you means 100 times more to me than sex with them ever did, it feels 100 times better, actually having sex with…no actually making love to you, how that feels is…it is…it…it is inexplicable how that feels, what it means to me. I have felt nothing like that night when we made love, and it made more to me than I can ever tell you,"

"Thank you, I just…I got in my head a little," Harry admitted softly as his heart thundered in his chest.

"I shouldn't have waited for you to bring it up. This is an area where you don't have experience, and I was placing it on your shoulders despite not intending to. You have been the rock in this relationship from the first day of our marriage, building it patiently with kind and gentle hands, you have been the steady one for the both of us, but it doesn't need to…shouldn't rest all on your shoulders. I am better now, mine can take some of the weight in this relationship, for things like this and more. I just didn't want you to feel pressured into this, and I put a different pressure on you, I am sorry," Maegor rumbled brushing his thumb over Harry's cheek.

Harry sighed contently when Maegor leaned in and pressed their lips together again, spreading fluttering kisses on his lips before moving to cover his face in them, kissing down until he was at his throat. He pressed deeper, sucking kisses on the vulnerable flesh there as he drank in the sounds that fell from Harry's lips, felt the shudder that went through his body as he lifted himself over Harry and pressed him down onto the bed.

He rumbled low in his chest like the dragon he was when Harry opened his legs for him and allowed him between them, allowing him to slot them together perfectly as he moved up to press their lips together again.

Harry desperately tugged at his top, drawing it over his husband's blond head and threw it away impatiently, before running his fingers over Maegor's back.

"Do they bother you?" Maegor asked a little concerned when he realised that Harry's fingers were mapping out the scars on his back.

"You're stunning," Harry shook his head, tilting his head to chase Maegor's lips again.

"No one has called me that before," Maegor chuckled.

"You are," Harry said firmly, burning green eyes meeting purple.

"My beautiful husband," Maegor sighed, leaning down and kissing Harry again, hoping that Harry understood that he meant inside and out.

Harry gasped when fingers opened him for his husband, the feeling that he had been longing for since the first time they had made love even better than he remembered it, he felt as though he were in a haze of pleasure and heat, Maegor's larger body surrounding him, protecting him from the outside world as he knelt over him, as he pressed himself into Harry's welcoming body, his tight, hot heat welcoming his husband inside of him.

Harry felt as though he was being enveloped by Maegor, his larger body loomed over him, his thick, hard flesh piercing him, holding him in place, and he had never felt safer. He groaned loudly and tilted his head back, tilting his hips as more and more of Maegor's erection slipped inside of him until he was buried to the root inside of Harry.

The younger man thought that he would never know a power like this, not even riding on Balerion with Maegor, as he looked into those purple eyes and drank in the passion, pleasure, the heat and love, the focus that was all focussed on him, all for him.

"Move," He part begged, part demanded, and Maegor started moving right away, slowly drawing himself back until only the tip was inside of Harry, and then thrust hard back into him, drinking in the loud cry that Harry let out, watching pleasure sweep over Harry's face as his husband lost himself in their lovemaking.

"Oh by the gods!" Daemon groaned quickly, turning and covering his eyes.

"Maybe next time knock!" Maegor barked, grabbing a nearby blanket and throwing it over Harry.

"It is the middle of the day!" Daemon protested, turning and glaring at Maegor as the King yanked his trousers back on while Harry finished wrapping the blanket around himself, a deep red blush staining his cheeks.

"And?" Maegor barked.

"And we had a meeting!" Daemon huffed amused.

"We…did…I lost track of time," Maegor grumbled.

"I can see that," Daemon snorted.

"I am sorry Daemon," Harry said standing from the rug that they had been lying on, shooting his husband a slightly amused, completely fond look when he fussed with the blanket making sure that Harry was still covered.

"Don't be, it is nice to see him doing something other than working and brooding," Daemon laughed.

"I didn't just do that!" Maegor protested.

"Oh? Pray tell what else you did?" Daemon asked amused.

"I…I…I flew Balerion!" Maegor grunted. "What?" he snapped, turning to Harry when he snorted, which only served to start Harry laughing.

"You brooded while flying Balerion, my love," Harry said through his laughter. He missed the expression on Maegor's face at the term of endearment as he turned to try and find his clothes where they were strewn around the room, but Daemon did not.

He watched the man who meant a lot to him stare at Harry as though he were the sun and the stars… while said man collected his clothing from around the room.

Harry panted a little as he came down from the high of their lovemaking, thankfully this time in their own bed, at night, where they would not be disturbed. He was lying on his side with Maegor pressed along his back, his leg still slotted between Harry's, his softening erection still nestled inside of him.

His husband was puffing out small breaths against the back of Harry's neck from the passion of their lovemaking, and he was absently sweeping his thumb back and forth over Harry's thigh where he was still holding it.

"Will you call me that again?" Maegor asked suddenly into the darkness of the night.

"I called you something?" Harry blinked over his shoulder confused, trying to remember what it was that he had said through the course of their lovemaking.

"Earlier, after Daemon disturbed us," Maegor grunted.

"I…" Harry thought back, scanning his brain hard before he clicked onto what he had unconsciously said. "My love?"

"That," Maegor grunted, and Harry smiled softly into the night as he snuggled further back into the heat of his husband's strong body.

"My love," Harry crooned. "My love, you are you know, my love. I have not loved another, and I do not believe that I will love again,"

"I love you too, with all the fire of Balerion's fire, I love you," Maegor breathed into his shoulder, cocooning Harry into the warmth of his arms and body, holding him protectively and warmly.

"My love," Harry sighed happily.

"What…is that?" Loral asked with faint horror.

"Are we being tortured?" Garlan asked.

"It is horrifying," Baelor nodded.

"I already feel sick," Owen groaned.

"I don't think we will all fit," Visys said hopefully.

"The eighth seat had better be for Harry," Daemon narrowed his eyes.

"Of course not, Harrison rides with me," Maegor motioned to the new saddle sitting on Balerion already that would allow for Harry to be seated in front of Maegor more comfortably. "You are my Hand, I may need you to travel with me on more than one occasion," he smirked.

"I quit," Daemon said dramatically, actually reaching up to remove the pin that denoted his position from his robes.

"Stop being so fucking dramatic and get your arses in there!" Maegor growled, snatching the man's hand and using the grip to throw him towards the carriage.

"Sire!" Loral whined looking wide-eyed at Harry who was standing to the side laughing.

"In you get!" Harry said brightly, waving his hands for extra emphasis.

"Sire," the word was more of a plaintive whine even as the six men marched towards the carriage and climbed into it as though they were going to their deaths.

"Here we go," Lady Clarke said brightly, handing bowls over to them once they were seated.

"Don't forget to buckle in!" Turner added, equally brightly.

"Why the bowls?" Loral asked, looking at the bowl in his hands wide-eyed.

"In case you throw up," Clarke laughed and then closed the door on them. "Ready!"

"We are not!" Daemon shouted from inside.

"Buckle up," Maegor growled before helping Harry climb up Balerion and they settled into place.

"Have fun," Visenya chuckled a little from where she was standing, watching the whole proceeding amused.

"It is cramped in here!" Daemon shouted back.

"It is not," Harry rolled his eyes.

Balerion didn't look wholly convinced with the new situation, but with some gentle urging from Maegor, the huge black dragon unfurled his wings and took them into the sky, only glancing down confused every now and then at the box that was fastened to his saddle and hanging down from it.

Harry watched fondly as Maegor leant forward and murmured in Valyrian to Balerion, comforting and reassuring the great Dragon of the new situation, the bond between them so apparent for Harry to see as the Dragon settled almost right away, willing to trust his rider with this change.

"Harrison?" Maegor asked confused when Harry let out a strange sound, taking his attention from a slightly dubious Balerion and looking down he found Harry's hand clapped over his mouth before he suddenly leant over the side of Balerion and threw up. Panicking a little Maegor clamped his arm around Harry's waist to make sure that he did not fall from how he was leaning, despite the chain around his waist, and quickly guided Balerion back down.

"Why are we landing early? It wasn't that bad," Daemon asked confused as he climbed out of the carriage, staggering only a little, just as Maegor helped Harry to the floor where he promptly threw up again, as Visenya hurried back out the Keep and over to them, barely having stepped inside.

"What happened?" she asked, concerned.

"He threw up, he was fine when we were flying before? Is it the new saddle?" Maegor sounded furious, showing just how scared he was.

"The change in the saddle shouldn't do that if he was fine on the other flights," Daemon shook his head.

"Oh," Visenya blinked just as she crouched down next to Harry, realisation spreading across her features. Harry looked up at her as he wiped his mouth with the handkerchief that Daemon held out to him, and as his eyes met hers he almost read the answer on her face.

"Oh!" he blinked back.

"What?" Maegor demanded furiously.

"I might be pregnant," Harry said to him, looking up.

"You might be…oh!" Maegor went blank as what had been said to him sank in.

"I need to get checked over by Clarke, though it will probably be a bit confusing for her," Harry said, reaching out for Maegor's hand which his husband quickly but absently offered, and helped pull him to his feet.

"She is a woman versed in the Old Magics as well as healing, she should figure it out fast enough," Visenya said.

"Come on then," Harry tugged Maegor into walking.

"Now?" Maegor stared down at Harry as he walked along with him, Loral and Owen hurrying to fall into place.

"No time like the present!" Harry said brightly. "Will you come as well?" He asked Visenya when she did not seem to move.

"Of course," she straightened and walked over to them. The small group of them descending on the poor new healer who was still settling into her rooms and had only just returned from seeing the carriage off.

Harry stared at himself in the mirror, staring at the softer lines of his stomach. It had been easy to miss before but now that he was looking for it he could see where his stomach had lost its definition, rounded out, looking as though he had put a few stones on.

He ran his hand over his stomach, stroking over the slightly rounded belly, and a soft smile came to his lips.

He was three months pregnant.

He had done it, he was pregnant with his and Maegor's first child. He was carrying them inside of him, their child, their baby.

Clarke, after some scratching of her head, and a little bit of knocking things together - which Maegor had not approved of - she had announced happily that they were right, he was pregnant.

He had not expected to feel so… triumphant. He and Maegor had been married for almost a year now, and he had heard the mutterings, saying that he wasn't able to carry children the way that he had claimed. He had ignored them, and they truly hadn't bothered him, especially when he and Maegor had only just recently started sleeping together. But now faced with the news of his success, well he was feeling just a little vindicated and triumphant.

He was carrying the heir to the Iron Throne, he was carrying Maegor's child. He was giving Maegor the child that he so desperately wanted.

And that, that more than anything, made Harry's heart sing in his chest, he was giving Maegor the babe that his husband had longed to hold for so long.

Maegor wanted an heir, yes, but he wanted a child of his own so much more, he longed to hold his own baby in his arms, cradle them, love them, he longed to place a dragon egg into the cradle of his son or daughter as was custom, he longed to fly next to his child.

"Nothing is going to happen to you, Little One," Harry promised looking down at his stomach.

"For someone who can be so soft and gentle, I believe that that is something that you will see through with every inch of strength in your body," Visenya said, stepping into the room. Harry started a little and dropped his shirt, turning to her.

"I will," He nodded.

"It feels amazing doesn't it, knowing that there is a being inside of you, a little human," she smiled just a little, "made of you and the man you love,"

"It feels like nothing else, especially with how much Maegor wants a child," Harry admitted something of what he had been thinking.

"He has, for so long," Visenya nodded.

"I will make sure your grandchild is safe, I promise," Harry said firmly.

"I was jealous of Aegon's joy as Aenys and Rhaella had child after child, I never felt as though I had any claim to them, it was made clear I did not, despite being his wife," Visenya stepped forward so she was standing close to Harry. "I feared that there was something wrong with Alys' baby, though I never dared to say it, praying to the old gods that I was wrong, but I knew,"

"This baby?" Harry said, though inside of himself he already knew the answer.

"I feel as though I am connected already," Visenya smiled softly.

"You are, you're their family," Harry said quickly.

"Thank you, I…I can not wait to meet them," Visenya paused in what she had been going to say, looking into Harry's eyes she realised that there was no need to speak those words, the apology.

"Harrison? Are you here? I have…" Maegor paused in the doorway looking between his mother and husband, before a small smile tilted his lips. "I have dug out everything that we can find on the Potter gift, Clarke and Turner are combing through it as we speak, as is Daemon, they are determined to have something worked up by next week,"

"How big of a fit do you think the Grand Maester is going to have when he finds out that no Maester will be near me for this pregnancy?" Harry smirked

"I look forward to that blowout, Vhagar hasn't had a chance to burn anyone in a while. She is getting restless," Visenya smirked.

"I will look forward to him giving me a reason to rid him and his rats of their power," Maegor nodded. "Are you ok?" He asked Harry.

"I am fine," Harry smiled, reaching out and taking Maegor's hand. His husband had been coming to find him at regular points throughout the day to check on him, and Harry understood it.

Maegor was worried, not just for the baby, he was worried for Harry and the baby's safety, especially after everything that had happened with Alys and their baby.

"You have a headache?" Harry asked, concerned, recognising the expression on Maegor's face.

"A small one, it is fine," Maegor shook his head.

"It isn't," Harry reached up to touch his face.

"You're carrying a baby…" Maegor tried to pull back.

"I can do both," Harry laughed softly, pulling him down into a gentle kiss.

"But the baby, your body is going through so much, you're carrying a human," Maegor's purple eyes were concerned as they looked at him.

"I am pregnant, but I am not fragile," Harry shook his head and allowed his gift to seep into Maegor, easing the headache that he could see in his eyes.

"I would say men do not understand pregnancy, but given the circumstances," Visenya said amused, casting her eyes over Harry.

"I think I am the exception to the rule," Harry laughed.

Visenya reached down and picked up the pitcher of juice from Harry's table and poured them all a drink, holding a goblet out to each of them with a small smile on her lips as she took in the relief on Maegor's face, and then at their joined hands.