Finally, he was back to King’s Landing. Being away for such a long time was hard, now that he was back, he went to see his brother. And obviously his niece, however, his feelings seemed to have evolved into a passing attraction. His body didn’t feel so hot now that he looked at Rhaenyra.

After a few days of princely duties, he decided to go back to his favorite occupation. Multiple times actually. He went to the Street of Silk, in his favorite brothel. The one by the fountain. To his surprise, his favorite whore wasn’t there, you wasn’t here to meet him with drinks of wine and velvet robes.

Around a good dozen of visits later, the Madame of the brothel told him that you were in the back. He didn’t think of it and immediately went to your room, not paying attention to a concern from the Madame and a snarky comment from one of the girls.

When he reached the room, his eyes fell on you. His girl was in one of the beds, drinks on the coffee table and silk wrapped around you. You didn’t seem changed to him, perhaps a little tired looking but glowing. Without a word and like a starved man he took you in his arms.

Embracing you, it seemed to him that your figure was plumper. He slightly pulled away and looked at you, pudgy stomach and fuller breasts. “What… why did you leave for so long?” He inquired, trying to coax answer out of you.

You didn’t answer and just looked down, shaking your head. He paled. Reality had hit him, and with a cautious move, he slowly pinched your breast. By the wet stain on your silk, he was now sure of it.

“Saera. You’ve with child.”