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No no no. I am talking about the Daddy Anon from your main blog. He used to use white heart emoji too.

I am not sure. There is no way for me to know since I haven't had contact with them outside the rp game, but hopefully they are safe, well and happy.

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I remember that you used to have a Daddy anon? Whatever happened to him

I think you are referring to my close friend @wolvesandhoundshowltogether. We decided to move on from that to the Walter RP and eventually ended the game because we are still busy :)

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everybody moved on but im still here

Lol, that's okay :) I am still here too

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"No need, my lady," Harwin replied in his low, deep burr, a wicked glint in his eyes as he looked down at the pathetic knight. "I think he'll manage on his own. Let us continue our way." He lifted his gaze to look into Lady Lyanna's eyes, still not understanding how this wee slip of a woman had the power to rein in the beast, the bone breaker in him with her voice. Better not keep contemplating it, at least not while he's on duty.

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It took Lyanna a moment or two to realise she was staring at her guard before her daze wore off. Nodding silently, she broke into a shy grin before opening her mouth to speak again.

"Time to head back, I think... we exceeded our stay, and we don't want word to get to my father..."

With that, she turned from Harwin, and began to walk, hopeful he did not notice how her chest rose up and down in her cleavage. The rest of the walk was silent, which was odd considering Lyanna could never keep her mouth shut, but she was too occupied in the images of Harwin beating up Cole and how... oddly fascinated it made her feel.

What was wrong with her?!

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Ok pornbots, but this is a RP page

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Harwin wiped his bloody gauntlet with his white cloak before he accepted the lady's hand, and then he stood up. He didn't spare a direct a glance at Cole who was sputtering blood on the ground.

“Are you alright, my lady?”

The crowd fell into confusion as they heard it. It wasn't the princess after all. The princess would be addressed as "your grace".

Recognition flared in Cole's pathetic gaze. He must have recognised the princess' rebellious friend. He looked at her with even more hatred now. Harwin instinctively moved to shield Lady Lyanna from even the gaze of the disgraceful knight.

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She was gawking, but of course, she was.

Ser Harwin's cheeks stood flushed, further bringing out the spring-like shade of his eyes. Sweat dribbled down his dark locks, beady little translucent drops that splashed upon his chest plate. In a moment of absent-mindedness, she wondered what his musk smelled like...

'Mossy... like a forest...'

"I..." She quickly brushed these thoughts away, her face becoming vacant.

"I am, thank you," she answered kindly and then glimpsed at the injured knight who half sat and spat blood on the pebbles. "Should we help him?"

Cole frowned at her words, finding it more of an insult than a generous gesture.

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The satisfying cracks of Cole's bones delighted and fuelled Harwin's inner beast. Nothing seemed to penetrate his haze of bloodlust... until she spoke.

Nay, she didn't even speak loud, she just whispered tentatively. "Ser... Harwin?" The breathy sound was like an invisible leash around Harwin's neck, the handle in the lady's hand. Harwin immediately stopped the assault, and glanced at her, almost as if awaiting her next command.

As the haze of bloodlust seemed to slowly dissipate, Harwin was struck by incredulity. The inner beast he kept buried very deep inside of him never obeyed anyone. It barely obeyed him. But Lady Lyanna's smallest gasp was a command the beast heeded without hesitation.

“My lady...” he barely recognised his own gravelly voice.

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The sight of Harwin’s bloodied knuckles and the knights bludgeoned face brought a small lurch to her gut. Though she was’t certain if it was fear or… excitement?

While she was no stranger to violence, Lyanna had never witness someone turning so feral. It was as if the collected man turned into a beast before her and he did it all to protect her but also stopped at her command?

It was then when Lyanna realised - Harwin WAS the strongest man in Westeros yet she was in control over the beast. Had she wanted to, she could have asked him to finish the job. 

Her eyes fell to the quiet crowd surrounding them, and then to the injured knight who was now coughing blood.

“That will be enough,” she commanded gently and then turned to the beggar to finish collecting the food scattered around.

“He won’t be bothering you, any more,” she spoke, and then whispered so Harwin will not hear, “I will return later, I promise, don’t lose hope.” 

Getting to her feet she turned toward Harwin who was still crouched over the knight, and without thinking at all, held out a hand though she was not supposed to touch him, nor did it seemed he needed anyone’s help.

By then a chant began within the crowd, they recognised Harwin’s white cloak.

“is that the princess?” “He is the royal guard!” “Breakbones Strong”

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Harwin spotted her standing up to that shitbag of a man, that Ser Criston Cole, the impotent prick who took delight in regularly harassing those less fortunate than him.

Harwin was determined to not let the situation escalate with Lady Lyanna present. He'd just extract her and take off with her, ending her excursion in the city for today.

But everything changed when he heard Cole threaten her with physical harm, and turning toward her he raised a gauntleted hand to... struck down?

While Harwin was said to be the strongest man in Westeros, he rarely used the full force of his abilities.

But something had just set off the most primitive, most aggressive part of him as he perceived this wee slip of a woman to be in danger.

With the swiftness that people wouldn't usually expect of a man of his stature, he attacked Cole.

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It all happened so fast.

There she was, standing straight between the begger and the armoured knight, unwilling to back down and fully ready to feel the cold bite of metal against her cheek when a flash of silver and hot wind stormed through, causing her to back against the wall.

Holding a hand over her pounding chest, she stared in bewilderment, her mouth agape, her skin needles and pricks.

Thudding sounds, clicking metal and grunts filled her ears as the man who suddenly attacked the knight crouched over him and punched him repeatedly.

"Ser... Harwin...?" She whispered in realisation.

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unnnng why is this doing things to me?

I don't know if anyone has come across a Netflix series called WANTED, starring our very own RYAN CORR. It is an interesting female lead series, please watch it before LIMBO comes out.

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By the time Harwin blinked twice in confusion, he only saw the slender back of Lady Lyanna as she was rushing... straight toward the commotion?

Seven hells!

Why was she running toward danger? Was the woman daft? Harwin asked himself as she took off to the alleyway where he'd seen her disappear. His armour slowed him down but he was determined to catch her and tell her off for her irresponsible behaviour.

She was a lady, for gods' sake!

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The muffled sound of gossiping commoners grew louder as Lyanna approached a small narrow alley. A large group of people stood and ogled someone or something. Trying to get a better look she pushed between them when she saw a knight of the seven kingdom, pestering a weak-looking begger.

“What is the meaning of this?” She called out, demandingly. The knight did not turn but simply spat, “stay out of this,” before he kicked the begger’s basket and scattered food all over the ground.

”Stop this right away!! He is just a poor man!” Lyanna demanded and reached forward to pick the food, nearly being stomped by the knight.

“I said stay out of it, wench, before I’ll knock your teeth out.” The knight threatened and turned to face the girl.

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Harwin stopped short and immediately glanced around with alert eyes to see if something in their surroundings spooked the lady. Nothing seemed amiss so he gazed in her eyes as he asked confused, “What is it, my lady?”

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Her jaw clenched, her while her chest slightly rose and sunk with each breath. “Ser, Harwin, i noticed today that…”

She took another breath, her throat feeling dry as she noticed the way the sun brightened his green eyes.

‘Don’t be ridiculous,’ she rebuked herself and then cleared her throat while giving him a snarky glare.

“I noticed that…”

A sudden shout of pain caused her to turn her head. Frowning, the girl grabbed her silks and rushed to the alleyway without saying anything to Harwin.

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“Yes, my lady,” Harwin replied in a hoarse voice and he opened the shop's door for her. As she passed him, he gave a quick nod to the shopkeeper and the maid before following Lady Lyanna.

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Lyanna chewed the inside of her cheek as she walked toward the streets. She could feel Harwin dragging behind her, his footsteps heavy on the cobblestone and the metal plates of his armour clicking behind her. All she could think of was that silly maid and what she said about the girls at the pleasure house.

It shouldn’t have bothered her, yet it did. Why?

‘Because he lied! A royal protector should never lie to his lady!’

“Ser Harwin!” Lyanna stopped suddenly but did not turn. The metal of his armour chimed at once , letting her know he halted his steps as well.

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Harwin stole a look at Lady Lyanna as she emerged from behind the curtain, and he immediately forgot about himself and just stared at the mesmerizing woman. The maid was completely forgotten. Yes, he only had eyes for the lady, damn it to hell!

When he caught himself staring, he quickly schooled his features and lifted his eyes to resume his somewhat professional look. He just hoped no one saw the misstep in his behaviour.

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Lyanna frowned. She could see the look in his eyes before he averted his gaze and she knew what it meant - disdain, mockery - ser Harwin must have thought she looks ridiculous in that dress and not half the woman the princess or the maid were. She did not need his approval, she gathered. Then why did she feel vexed all of the sudden.

“I am ready to leave,” she commanded and inched closer to him.

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Harwin watched as the maid hurried over to the curtain and carefully peeked around it with an obliging "Yes, my lady!" She slipped behind the curtain and started helping Lady Lyanna.

From time to time, the maid shot an assessing look at Lyanna through the looking glass, as if she was trying to decipher if there was anything going on between the lady and Ser Harwin.

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Lyanna could feel the maid's glare upon her, curious, dark eyes, measuring her up and down, probably trying to figure out any secrets the "princess" might have. Little did the maid know, Lyanna was doing the same thing, trying to understand whether she had been with Ser Harwin or not.

A soft red blush still crested the maid's cheeks, and her chest rose up and down with excitement while she worked on the laces. She could tell that she was at least thinking about it.

As the maid finished toiling with the dress, Lyanna finally turned to face her. Her lips opened, wanting to ask about these so-called sensual adventures she had witnessed, but then she told herself that she didn't care about Ser Harwin or any of his "ladies" and snuffed these thoughts away.

"Thank you for assisting me, girl. I think this fits perfectly," Lyanna called.

The maid nodded and quietly walked out from the booth, followed by Lyanna, who now wore a black gown embellished in gold.

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commander of my pussy

THE MAN. THE MYTH. THE LEGEND.

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Fffffffck daddy…

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The woman spoke in a low voice but Harwin suspected that if Lady Lyanna pais attention, she would hear every word. "My friend from the tavern says you do get your pints there every eve, but the girls in the… uhm… other establishment next door complain to her that the strongest man in Westeros wouldn't visit them often enough." With one smug eyebrow raised, Harwin looked down at the woman who chuckled and added with mirth, "I hear there has been an actual physical fight among the girls for your favours when you last visited." Harwin's lips twitched, but he schooled his face and raised his eyes ahead, standing taller, resuming his larger than life Kingsguard position. Hi face was blank, but his eyes glinted with raw, blatant male satisfaction. All of a sudden, he shifted his gaze and caught Lady Lyanna's eyes through the curtain's slit. Gods damn it!

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’Heh,’ Lyanna frowned with ire. So the knight had lied to her about his celibacy. The girl might have been young and a virgin but she wasn’t naive, she knew exactly what the maid was speaking of.

‘Strongest man in Westeros,’ she rolled her eyes while the maid kept speaking. ‘I swear if I have to hear it one more time.’

Clearing her throat, she called for the maid, “ahem I need help with the laces”