Reputation // Daemon Targaryen // Viserys Targaryen

89. Shame

''It fills me with unrelenting shame.' Lyonel remarked.

''So that's what this is about then? Your shame.'' Harwin countered

''Our shame, Harwin!'' Lyonel shouted back. ''Shame on the whole of House Strong.'

''Because I laid my hands on that insufferable Cole, the son of a steward?'' Harwin countered

''He is a Knight of the Kings guard now, a defender of the crown.'' Lyonel corrected through an exasperated breath.

''He assailed Prince Jacaerys, the future heir to the throne.'' they were both shouting to no avail, Harwin was going to protect his sons.

''You have laid us open to accusations of an uglier treachery.'' Lyonel spat

''And what treachery is that?'' Harwin countered annoyed.

''Don't play the fool with me, boy. Your intimacy with the Princess Rhaenyra is an offense that would mean exile and death... for you, for her, for the children!'' Lyonel reminded him sternly.

''It is rumor only... spun by the Princess's rivals'' Harwin hissed.

''People have eyes, boy. Yet His Grace the King, it seems, will not accept what his eyes see. This flimsy shield alone stands between you and the headsman." Lyonel told him ''The willful blindness of a father towards his child.''

''I wish my father affected a similar blindness.'' Harwin hissed

''Have I not these many years? And yet today, you publicly assaulted a Knight of the Kings guard in the, in the defense of your...''

''You have your honor and I have mine.'' Harwin told him solemnly.

+

"The tiff in the yard... yes well Criston needs a good punch every now and again." Davina assured. 

"Lord Strong is not going to be happy." Rhaenyra countered. 

"I'm sorry does the hand make the decisions or me?" Davina reminded her and Rhaenyra chuckled. "I like Harwin, i always have... I will-"

''To ease the pain, Princess.'' a handmaiden remarked and Rhaenyra nodded to her. 

"I can talk to Harwin and Criston. I can put them in a corner like i used to with the twins when they argued. Make them talk or stared at each other endlessly until they are buddies again." Davina offered as  Laenor and Qarl could be heard singing loudly and very drunkenly.

''Thank you.'' Rhaenyra said softly "I would appreciate the help..."

"I hated breast feeding." Davina remarked. "I always felt like they were going to gnaw my tit off." 

''You'll feel better in a day or two, when the milk dries up.'' their singing grew louder but the door swung open and they silenced before bursting out laughing

''My dear wife.'' Laenor said with a chuckle

''Princess.'' Qarl said softly as he let go of Laenor

''Oh... I fell down.'' Laenor lied smugly.

''Where have you been?'' Rhaenyra questioned stiffly

''Out with Qarl. Didn't I mention it? Are you in very much pain?" Laenor remarked noticing her hand on her breast her pinched face. ''The milk... swells the breasts...'' Laenor said grabbing at his own breasts.

''Would you mind, Ser Qarl? I would like to speak with my husband.'' Rhaenyra said stiffly.

''Of course, Princess.' Laenor sighed as Qarl left.