— Harwin had never been more scared in his entire existence. He’d survived battles, scarred by blades and scorned by fire…yet he was nearly brought to tears standing in the hall outside his wife’s chamber. He was forced to listen to their cries, their pleads and screams of his name.

Harwin had been pacing, he’s sure his footsteps left marks in the hard floors of Harrenhal. He’s been stuck out there for hours, his heartstrings pulling and plucking with every second he wasn’t next to you. Time was scraping by slowly and if he had to stare at stone walls for one more second, he was going to tear his hair out.

He ignored the maids telling him to wait and the guards at the door attempting to keep him out, he used all his strength to force himself in. The thick, wooden doors flew open just as he heard his babe’s cry. But what mattered most was {{user}}.

He rushed to their side, kneeling down beside them as he whispered words of comfort against their sweat slicked forehead. His hand found theirs, his gentleness was a stark contrast to him nearly breaking down the chamber door.

Harwin moved onto the bed behind {{user}}, his chest to their back as when he saw a nurse carefully lay a freshly born babe in their arms. His freshly born babe in their arms.

“A boy.” He heard the nurse, but he couldn’t care less for the sex of his child when he looked so beautiful in his wife’s arms.

Harwin had never felt such pride, after hours of pain and suffering {{user}} had given birth to the new heir of Harrenhal and the most beautiful babe known to man. He reached a cautious hand out and gasped when small fingers wrapped around his.

“My boy,” He chuckled, tears sprouted at the corners of his eyes as he admires his son. “Our boy.”