#Harwin strong fic

[axelsagewrites]

Hello, dear reader. I'd like to make a wish for Rhaenyra's little sister, maybe a year or two. And she never liked Alicent, who after marrying the king tries (along with Otto) to demote her to bastard status (but Viserys loves his little girl too much to do this to her). Of course, things get even worse when Rhaenyra's sister gets engaged to Harwin...

Thank you for your attention, I like your stories 🫶🏻. Another thing, can I stop by more often? I wish I had more of my ideas adorned with your writing

Harwin Strong*Suitable Match

Pairing: Harwin x f!reader

Word count: 1320

Warnings: Step parent hating step child, secret relationship, kind of implied smut

a/n: ahh thank u sm for being so sweet and ofc request as much or talk however much u want. sorry i didnt reply sooner i just didnt want to lose the request x

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A life of a princess was something to envy. Well so many had claimed however after the death of your mother life felt like an ever falling spiral. Your sister began to grow closer to Alicent after the death and while you were happy for her to have a friend Alicent had always been unkind to you.

It had started small with her asking Rhaenyra not to let you join in their games to her unpicking your needle work whenever you would wander off to stretch your legs. Soon you gave up on even trying to be nice to her. anytime she was invited to dinner was met with loud sighs from you.

“Why does she hate me?” you pouted one night as Rhaenyra upbraided your hair.

Your sister rolled her eyes as she began to brush your hair out, “She doesn’t hate you. she’s just not used to a little sister,”

“She’s mean,”

“Cmon she isn’t that bad?”

-

You didn’t want to say I told you so when Alicent was betrothed to your father but the look on your face said it for you. at least Rhaenyra was able to marry and move away. you were instead stuck living at court with your evil stepmother and her spawn. Well, the children were kind to you, but Alicent constantly used them to get under your skin.

She’d send toddler Aegon running over with pretend crown shouting that he was going to be king. Or she would have a 2-year-old Aemond claim he was your husband. She tried to make Helena spill wine on your dress one time, but the poor girl burst into tears and confessed to you instantly.

Instead Alicent settled on insisting that your chambers were given to Aegon. Something you managed to convince your father against from at first but soon you were moved to a wing of the castle usually just for guests. You would’ve complained about longer if you hadn’t realised your new chambers window overlooked the kings guard training ground.

From your window you’d pretend to be doing needle work while secretly watching break bones fling any man that challenged him like a rag doll. Eventually Harwin caught onto your staring and would send his own glimpses up between sparring. It was also handy that your chamber was only a short walk from the guards’ sleeping quarters and Harwin soon became a frequent private guest of yours.

-

“Ser Barros is coming to court next week,” your father told you over a family dinner, “and I heard his son is looking for a wife,” he said, shooting you a hopeful glance.

“I heard he’s a fine man father,” you said kindly knowing full well it didn’t matter. Somehow every match they tried to make for you was sabotaged. The tall dark Baratheon boy was ever so keen for weeks for your hand then one day disappeared like a ghost. The gorgeous Lannister man that would bring you fine jewels suddenly decided a dornish match was of more importance. Even the Tarly boy you had courted had inexplicitly decided to join the nights watch. Every time Alicent wore the same twisted smile.

The only ones she didn’t send running were the incredibly old and decrepit looking men from minor houses, but it wasn’t hard to convince your father they weren’t suitable matches. “Perhaps we should set up a luncheon to great the boy,” Alicent suggested making your father smile widely. She really had twisted him around her finger.

-

“I wish I could stay here all day,” you pouted as you lay your head on Harwin’s bare chest.

His chuckle vibrated through you as his arm wrapped tight around your waist, “Me too princess but I have my duties and you have yours,”

“I thought your duty was to serve me,” you sighed dramatically, pretending to try get away.

Harwin laughed, his arms moving to cage you against the bed as he moved to lay over you, “I think I serve you just fine princess,” he said, his lips moving to kiss along your jaw.

“Oh yeah?” you asked and Harwin hummed in response as his kisses grew lower.

-

As expected Borros’s son went running after only a week and now you were in another awkward family dinner however unluckily for you the children all had the cold so now you were sat in stoney silence with just your father and Alicent. “You should really think about your future dear,” she said with a fake sweet smile, “We worry for you,”

Instead of replying you grabbed your wine, drinking a hefty sip of it. Viserys sighed, “Alicent is right dear. You must marry. At this point we’re going to have to start considering marrying you to a tree!” he said, flinging himself back in his chair. “Honestly what even happened between you and the boy?”

-

The days that followed were awkward to say the least. Alicent walked around smug as all hell and your father continued to sulk. You decided enough was enough and when Alicent went out to the sept you decided to track your father down. Unsurprisingly you found him staring over a model of the city.

“Father?” you greeted, walking closer to the tired looking man, “May we talk?”

“Of course, sweet child,” he said, nodding for you to sit beside him before sighing, “You know I worry for you?”

“I do father, and I do appreciate it,” you lied but did your best to look sympathetic to your clueless father, “but I was thinking. Well. I found another match you see father,” you spoke, and his head perked up as he waited for you to finally spit it out, “He’s sweet and kind and his family is well respected. You even like his father, and I was just thinking- “

“Out with-it child,”

You took a breath before finally asking, “Have you considered Harwin Strong yet father?” Viserys sighed, his eyes turning away but you continued, “Think about it! I’d be able to be at court and help Helena with her studies. Plus, you have four more children so four more matches. You already have the Velaryon which secures the crownlands. Harwin and I would secure the Riverlands. Then after you betrothed Helena, Aegon, Aemond, and Daeron you will have six of the seven kingdoms on your side. Your reach will go far especially if our children do the same,”

“You want to dilute the blood of old Valyria?” he asked, sounding exhausted as he spoke.

“No father, only strengthen it,” you said, moving to hold his hand, “Besides there is no other Targaryen or Velaryon to wed unless uncle daemon is brought back from exile- “you said but your father raised his hand to hush you.

He paused for a moment before nodding, “I will think about it. but for now, leave me. I have a lot to consider,”

“Thank you, father,”

-

Apparently Alicent must have missed this chamber meeting because somehow the news came back finally in your favour. Harwin would be your husband. You were so happy when your father told you that you instantly hugged him before rushing to find Harwin however that night at dinner Alicent shot you many dirty looks.

Finally, you had undermined her. you’d won. Well, that’s how it felt at first, but her glares began to sink into your skin till it itched. As the dinner ended, she tapped her cup with her fork, “A toast to my dear sweet daughter,” she smiled at you making your father beam, “May she have a marriage like ours,” she said, holding his hand tightly but you felt your stomach flutter.

“Here, here,” your father said, standing to kiss your cheek.

Alicent did the same, her arms twisting round your back into a bony hug, “Do not forget yourself darling,” she whispered sweetly in your ear, “You don’t win that easily,”

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[criminalamnesia]

Please write about Harwin being married to Rhaenyra's sister. When the kids' fight happens in Driftmark, it's their son who attacks Aemond because he was defending his cousins and brother, who were fighting with Aemond and because he called them bastards. When Harwin and her arrive at the hall, they see everyone judging their kids, so they get protective over them, and the reader is the one to stand up against Alicent with the dagger, while Harwin protects their sons by hiding them behind him.

ooooh I love this! I hope I gave your idea justice!

Armor

warnings: f!targaryen!reader, fighting, not proofread, reader has children with harwin strong, no use of Y/N

summary: aemond loses an eye to your sons, but your only concern is protecting your family.

author’s note: I loved this request so much! I also tried to not make it an exact replica of the actual scene, and I didn’t want to make the names of the children the same as Rhaenyra’s, so they will be unnamed lol.

You practically sprinted down the corridors, fear driving your every step. Your hands grasped your nightgown to keep the fabric out of the way, wanting nothing to slow you down. You faintly registered the sound of thundering footsteps behind you– Harwin– but you were so focused on your mission it was as if he wasn’t even there.

When you reached the doors to the chamber, you pushed them open with all of your might, slightly stumbling into the room. All heads turned your way as you frantically searched for your sons.

“Boys!” You cried out, rushing over to them as you spotted them. They were standing by Rhaenyra and Daemon, with one of Rhaenyra’s hands on each of their shoulders. Their faces showed clear signs of relief as you hurried over to them and crouched down to their level, pulling them to you in a fierce embrace.

The room was silent as they watched the display before them. Harwin was right behind you, a hand resting on your shoulder as you squeezed your children. They put up no fight– they were as relieved to see you as you were to see them.

You pulled back from them after you were sure they wouldn’t be ripped away from you. Your hands cupped the cheeks of your youngest, turning his chin this way and that as you examined his bloodied face.

“What happened?” You asked him softly, concerned.

“Your children,” Alicent spat the words from somewhere behind you. You didn’t bother turning to look at her; you kept your gaze focused on the two boys in front of you. “Attacked my son.”

“I’m sure that whatever they did, they did in self defense.” Harwin spoke up, crossing his arms over his chest.

You two had been sleeping when a servant had abruptly entered your quarters to tell you the news. You hadn’t had the mind to make yourself more presentable, and neither had your husband.

You both stood in your nightclothes, and as you rose to stand beside your husband, you realized how underdressed you were compared to the rest of the room.

Alicent scoffed from her place by her wounded son. You watched them as you snaked a hand around one of Harwin’s arms. He looked down at you briefly before turning his attention back to Alicent.

“It was not self defense, it was planned and it was an attack. Your sons and Daemon’s girls cornered him and beat him–” she began, but was swiftly cut off by your eldest.

“He called us bastards!” Your eldest cried in outrage, pointing a finger at Aemond.

The room fell deathly silent. Your grip on Harwin’s arm tightened dangerously. Fury seethed through your veins at the false accusation.

It was not the first time you had heard those words. Alicent and the greens had been attempting to undermine you and Rhaenyra for years, but tensions were growing as you all grew older. With your father’s rapidly declining health, both sides were preparing to take the throne. Therefore, Alicent had recently taken to spreading lies throughout the castle about you and your sister. She never outright said anything, of course– but she had planted seeds that had grown quickly in the underbelly of the Red Keep.

“My children,” you began, gaze trained on Alicent with a murderous glint in your eyes. “Are not bastards. To insinuate that they are is treason.”

“That does not excuse what your children did to my son. He’s lost an eye over words!” Alicent cried, taking a few steps towards you. Harwin moved to stand in front of you as you pulled your children behind you.

The doors to the chamber creaked open once more as the King clambered into the room. He looked angry as he made his way towards his wife.

“What is the meaning of this?” He shouted, looking first to Alicent and then to you.

“Your grandchildren have attacked your son–" Alicent began, but you stepped out from behind Harwin.

“Your son called my children bastards–” you started with narrowed eyes, but Viserys interrupted you.

“Boys,” he spoke, taking a step towards your children. They peeked their heads out from behind you to see the King. “What happened?”

“Aemond took Vhagar, and he was insulting Rhaena and Baela, so I told him to stop but he said he would not listen to a bastard.” Your eldest spoke, and as soon as he finished, clamor rang throughout the room.

“Quiet!” Viserys roared. The room slowly quieted as the King moved towards Aemond.

“Aemond, I want no lies.” He told the boy as he stood in front of him. Aemond looked up at the king with his remaining eye, and it was then that you got a good look at what had happened.

You inhaled sharply at the sight of Aemond’s wound. You knew then that whatever your sons had done to Aemond had been what he deserved.

“I called them bastards,” the boy confirmed, eye glancing over the King’s shoulder towards your family. “And then the older one hit me.”

“See?” Alicent cried, a hand landing on her younger son’s shoulder. “You daughter and her family have no respect! Her children attacked your son and took his eye over words–” she began again, but you would not have it.

“Quite serious words,” you muttered, which caused Alicent to turn on you.

“Enough to maim my son? He has lost his eye! Your children only lost their pride–”

You surged forward, a few feet separating you from the Queen now. All eyes watched the two of you. Harwin made no move to intervene. Instead, he stood protectively in front of your children, a hand going back to keep them from moving forward.

“Perhaps he should lose his other,” you seethed, watching her. “You have constantly belittled my husband and I. You look down upon us, you slander us, and now you turn on my children?” Your voice was shaking with anger, your fists clenched at your sides.

“Viserys,” Alicent called to her husband. “Do you hear this? This is a clear threat to the life of your child!”

“I am also his child!” You shouted, taking another step towards her. Alicent’s eyes widened. “You so badly wish to play the victim, and I tire of it. My family and I have tried to stay out of your way, and still you always find a way to accuse us of something.”

Alicent laughed in disbelief. “I, the victim? Your sons are whole– they are fine. My son will never heal!” She glared at you for a moment before speaking again. “I shall have one of their eyes, as payment.”

“You will not.” You spoke firmly. You heard movement behind you as Rhaenyra and Daemon moved to surround your children in a little huddle. “Should you even try to lay a hand on my sons, you will lose the hand.”

“Another threat,” Alicent huffed in disbelief. “Viserys–”

The King, who had been standing to the side unsure of what to say, moved to stand between the two of you cautiously. He was torn between the pair of you– Alicent was his Queen, but you were his second daughter.

“I will hear no more of this,” Viserys said, unable to pick a side. “All children will be dealt with by their parents, after sincere apologies have been made.”

Alicent was hysterical now as she shook her head. “This is not justice!” She shouted, eyes flitting around the room in search of support. “I will take their eyes myself!” She moved forward then, and without a second’s thought, you acted.

You reached forward, hand wrapping around the dagger strapped to your father’s waist. You unsheathed it and held it up as Alicent raised her hands to you. Chaos erupted, voices yelling in surprise and children screaming, but you couldn’t hear any of it.

The roar of the room dimmed as you stared into Alicent’s eyes, your hands shaking with force as you tried to push the dagger towards her.

“I will kill you before you touch them,” you whispered to her, eyes wide with adrenaline as her hands locked around your wrists and tried to push you away.

“You have become someone I do not recognize.” She told you, eyes sparkling with unshed tears.

“As have you. And now they will all know how you spin tales–”

“Enough!” Viserys shouted again, bringing you back to the present.

You shoved Alicent back then, dropping the dagger to the floor. She stumbled backwards as you stepped back, an arm wrapping around your shoulders. Harwin. You looked up at him and he gave you the smallest smile.

He had never seen you so fierce– so protective over the ones you loved. And he was proud to know that you would always stand up for your family, even against the Queen herself.

“This infighting must cease! We are Targaryens– I will have no more of this constant bickering!” Viserys was yelling, but you paid him no mind as Harwin steered you back to your children.

Rhaenyra and Daemon stepped aside as you pulled your boys into your sides, a hand on each of their shoulders, holding them tightly.

“Good job,” Rhaenyra whispered into your ear with the ghost of a grin. You nodded once in response.

People began filing out of the room, slowly but surely. With no more dramatics to keep them consumed, they began to feel the late hour. You refused to move as you watched them go, your hands clutched around your children. Harwin stood protectively in front of the three of you, watching the passersby like a hawk.

Rhaenyra and Daemon also stood by your side. Rhaenyra placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. Daemon said nothing, but the fact that he had remained spoke volumes. He was notorious for disappearing at the worst times.

You only moved when everyone else had left the room, including Alicent and her children. She had not even spared you a glance as she ushered her sons and daughter from the room.

With the room empty, Harwin relaxed his guard slightly. He turned to you and gave a small nod. “I believe we should get these boys back to bed.”

You nodded in reply, removing your hands from your children. Rhaenyra and Daemon bid you goodnight before they slipped from the chamber together.

Harwin placed a hand at the small of your back, gently guiding you to the door. Your children walked a pace in front of you, that way you could watch them at all times.

“You did well,” Harwin whispered to you, leaning down to brush his lips against your ear.

“I have certainly made us an enemy,” you deadpanned.

“They were already enemies,” Harwin assured you, his eyes flicking back to the boys. “Anyone who tries to harm them is an enemy.”

“I agree.” You told him.

You both fell silent for a moment as you gathered your thoughts. Although you had seemed brave standing up to the Queen in a room full of people– you were now terrified.

You had no clue what she would do or say about what had happened. She would certainly spin things so that you were the evil one. You wrung your hands in anxiety– not so much for yourself, but for your kids. Your husband. You would do anything for them.

“I think the boys should stay in our quarters tonight,” your voice was quiet as you spoke to your husband. Harwin nodded with no protests.

“Of course.”

The four of you made your way back to yours and Harwin’s quarters. The boys were ecstatic to sleep in such a big bed, and you couldn’t help but laugh as they went back to their childish ways. It was as if the events of the last hour hadn’t occurred.

When you finally got them to lay down, you could not sleep. You sat in a nearby lounge, your eyes trained on their sleeping figures. You feared what would happen if you looked away for even a second.

“My love,” Harwin spoke softly as to not rouse the children. He had been speaking to someone in the corridor– a trusted guard, perhaps. When he reentered the room he came straight to you, crouching down to your side. “You must get some rest. Tomorrow will be long.”

You shook your head. “I do not trust her. What if she has something wicked planned?”

“She would not dare,” Harwin assured you. “Not tonight.”

You did not respond. Harwin sighed heavily, one of his hands reaching for your own. You allowed his touch, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your skin.

“I have a trusted watchman stationed at our door. No harm will come.”

You still did not move.

“I will stand watch,” he finally said. You knew he didn’t mind standing watch, but of course he would prefer to sleep– you didn’t blame him.

But you couldn’t shake your fears, and so you nodded.

“Thank you, my love,” you told him, turning your head to face him. He smiled, and you leaned forward to press your lips to his.

It was a short but sweet kiss, and exhaustion crept over you when you pulled away. Harwin helped you up from the lounge and guided you to the bed. You stifled a laugh as he rolled one of the boys over, making room for you.

“Sleep well,” he whispered, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll make this up to you,” you told him. He grinned.

“I’m sure you will.”

You rolled your eyes, but you were thankful for his lightheartedness. He left to go sit on the lounge, and you closed your eyes, letting sleep finally take you.

[barbiedragon]

Would you write for ser harwin strong? If yes could i please request husband harwin getting 3 boys till he finally gets twin girls and he’s over the moon showing the girls to the whole court pleaseee

I would be happy to write for him, especially Papa!Harwin

WC: 700

Fluff, fluff and more fluff: Harwin is married to Rhaenyra's twin and a little background Daemyra

*comments/reblogs are appreciated

Your ladies helped dress you in a lavish gown made of violet silk that brought out the deep hue of your purple eyes, with accents of black Myrish lace around your wrists and throat before they combed out your hair.  They created a beautiful braided updo before placing a necklace of glittering diamonds and rubies around your throat.  You smiled as you heard Harwin whispering to the twin girls cradled safely in his large arms.  It had been a peaceful bliss for a few passing days with just him, the twins, and your sons in the respite of your quarters.  It was time for the court to be introduced to the newest members since the Maester deemed them in perfect health.  Harwin cut a dashing figure in his armor and gold cloak, a proud defender, and an even prouder father.

“The Princess Rhaenyra,” your guard, Luton, announced before your twin sister entered, two of her children toddling behind her like little silver-haired hatchlings.  She wore an ornate red gown decorated with glittering pearls; silver hair swept up in braids similar to yours.

“I came to see if you needed any assistance, sister, but I see it’s all under control,” she smiled.  Your three sons, dressed in tunics of vivid scarlet and fine black breeches, played in front of the hearth with various wooden toys, all blessed with Harwin’s beautiful brown curls and dark eyes.  Two dragon eggs of glittering gold rested in the simmering embers. Your heart went soft every time you gazed upon those sweet boys.

You watched as your niece and nephew pawed gently at Harwin’s legs to get a peek at the twins. You and Rhaenyra had been by each other’s side during every labor while Daemon and Harwin lingered nearby. It seemed the Gods blessed you more than your poor mother and your father was delighted by all the little ones running around.  He refused to remarry even under the surmounting pressure, just as his own father, Baelon, refused after Alyssa’s death.  However, the realm (and council) seemed most pleased by the many heirs Daemon and Rhaenyra had provided.

“Careful, you may hold them later if your aunt permits,” Rhaenyra cautioned them.

“Yes, after all the excitement, I promise you may hold them.  If their Papa can bear to be separated from them,” you smiled, a light teasing tone in your voice.

“Oh, it shall be hard, but I think I’ll survive,” Harwin chuckled.

“Tis amazing how perfectly they fit in his arms,” Rhaenyra laughed before she cupped your cheek.  You mirrored her movement before pressing your forehead against hers.

“Avy jorrāelan (I love you),” the two of you whispered in unison. The bond you shared ran deep, continuing to root deeper as the family grew.

Luton stumbled over announcing Daemon as he burst into the room with a red-faced, wailing toddler in his arms. “Are you ready? Some are getting restless,” he said curtly before bouncing the little one.

“Yes, come, let’s not keep the court waiting,” you said.

Rhaenyra kissed Daemon softly before taking the crying toddler into her arms to soothe, petting Daemon’s hair to do the same with him.  Your youngest son took hold of your hand before everyone shuffled out of the chambers.

Daemon, Rhaenyra, and their brood were announced first as they entered the Great Hall.  You took a quick look at the boys, smoothing out their beautiful curls before you stole a quick kiss from Harwin’s lips.  The babes had only made soft peeps, clearly incredibly content in his embrace.

“Your arms are not tired?” you teased, gently fixing his curls as well.

“Not a bit,” Harwin insisted.

The deep rumble of Ser Erryk’s voice filled the hall as he announced you and your family.  You gently shuffled the boys ahead of you while Harwin followed behind.  Viserys stood from the Iron Throne as you entered, a proud look of a grandfather etched across his face.

“I’m delighted to present to the court my newest granddaughters!”

Applause thundered through the room, drowning out the announcement of their official names while Harwin proudly paraded around with them, nestled safely in his arms.  It was clear how besotted he was with the silver-haired girls, who reminded him so much of you. 

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[harwinsgirl]

The White Sheep - Harwin Strong X Reader

You are the second born daughter of King Viserys, often referred to as the White Sheep, as you are too pure to be reminiscent of the black and red colors of your family. You fall in love with your personal guard, Harwin Strong. But when he rejects you, you seek to mend your broken heart in the streets of Kings Landing.

(This is the first fic I’m posting on tumblr! Apologies if the formatting is wacky because I’m on mobile! Hope you like it! Angst with a happy ending because I’m a sucker for it, also slight violence/creepy assholes are mentioned)

The evening had been a long one. A feast, followed by rounds of drinking and dancing, welcomed esteemed guests to Kings Landing. Many of them had hoped to grab either yours or your older sister Rhaenyra’s attention. After all, being one of the daughters of the ailing king who had no sons to offer his realm, it became apparent that one of you would rule the Seven Kingdoms one day, at least for a time. Men salivated at the thought of the wealth and prosperity that would be promised by your hand in marriage. All who tried to win your hearts failed miserably, each attempt fizzling out quicker than the one before it as the two of you grew weary of the men vying for your time. You gave up long before your sister and you tried not to note the look of disappointment on your father’s face when you asked for your personal guard, Ser Harwin, to escort you to your chambers. He certainly did not believe the lie you fed him about having caught a chill from the night air, but after several goblets of wine, the king could not have argued if he wanted to. At least not articulately.

Usually you and your knight would discuss the suitors (and all of their shortcomings) in much detail on the walk back into the castle. There would be laughter and giggles and you would fall into a similar stride before you bid each other goodnight. Sometimes he would even sneak in for a nightcap, enjoying a drink or two and spending time conversing with you until the early hours of the morning. However, this time was different.

This event felt more serious to you. There were men that spoke to you with a tone that was entirely too comfortable, as if they expected that you would accept a proposal if it were offered. They knew certain things that you liked, or didn’t. It was clear that someone was feeding them information in an attempt to make you feel more at ease in their presence. Your father wanted you married, and you couldn’t deny him much longer. But deep down you knew that you didn’t want to marry any of the lords on display tonight. The brazen ones, the old lords with aging hair or the young ones full of bravado and unchecked confidence, the ones who couldn’t hide their interest in the jewels you wore, and even the ones who seemed perfectly nice and proper.

You wanted to marry your knight.

Ser Harwin.

Your feelings for him were strong and they always had been. The day you two became introduced was seared into your memory. Curly brown hair that fell above his shoulders, deep cerulean eyes, a voice as gentle as honey but at the same time rough like the sand. You were transfixed. But if he were simply just handsome, your feelings might have been fleeting, chased away by thoughts of your respective duties. But Harwin was so much more than his looks. He was charming and he had a quick wit about him. Aside from your sister, you rarely had the pleasure of interacting with someone who wasn’t afraid of showing you their true personality, and Harwin was always his authentic self. He was courteous and kind but also lively, full of quips and quiet barbs that never failed to make you laugh. Your personal guard soon became your dearest friend and confidant, and your love only grew deeper from there.

You had been described as the white sheep of your family. Typically one would say black, but you were always described as pure and chaste, the traditional black and red colors of your family not matching your nature. Even your fury had a quietness to it. Having a fiery firstborn sister like Rhaenyra meant that you were hardly noticed or mentioned as an afterthought. Which hardly bothered you, as the freedom your sister so badly craved was almost second nature to you. Although still bound by duty and shackled by royalty, you were afforded much more privacy, whether you chose to hide in the expanse of a library or the greens of the gardens. There was a comfort in aloneness, but there were times where it was too much to bear, where it started to creep into the territory of being forgotten. But Harwin chased away any feelings of loneliness simply by being in the room with you. He made you feel seen, appreciated, even loved.

“We have arrived, princess.” Harwin said quietly, breaking you from your thoughts. Something was off about him too. He hadn’t said a word the whole way back to your room. You didn’t know if you should take comfort in that or not.

“So we have.” You felt a sudden rush of adrenaline course through you, like a flash of fire in your belly. He had to know how you felt. And if not now, then when? Time to talk of these matters was beginning to dwindle, and you knew it. “Would you join me for a moment, Ser Harwin?”

He hesitated. There was a playfulness between you two that he had to come to expect. If things were still truly lighthearted in nature, you wouldn’t have had to ask. You would’ve grabbed him by the arm and dragged him inside already. The first time you had done so he was rightfully alarmed, squabbling about the indecency of it all, but it became such a regular occurrence that he began to just shake his head and take his place in one of the tufted arm chairs that adorned your room.

“The hour has grown late. You should retire soon, princess.” He said gently.

“Please ser,” your voice was heavy and thick with emotion, “I must talk with you.”

Harwin sighed and made a motion for you to enter first. He closed the door behind the two of you and stood in front of it.

The fire inside you started to die, washed away with waves of dread. You didn’t know how to broach the subject, and so you stood there awkwardly, wringing your hands until you mustered the courage to speak. “My father wishes for me to marry.”

Harwin nodded in agreement. “Every man wishes to see his daughter contented with marriage. You knew this day would come. Your father has more at stake compared to others in this same situation. Of course he’s going to try and introduce you to suitors, princess.”

“I do not wish to marry them. I do not love them.”

“My lady-“

“I love you, Ser Harwin.”

Harwin’s expression was unreadable. He had never looked so serious, at least in your presence. You watched him swallow and clear his throat, shifting uncomfortably against the door. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before flashing you a small smile. “You flatter me, princess.”

It wasn’t the reaction you were hoping for, but you were undeterred. “I do not intend flatter you ser. I only speak the truth. I love you, Harwin Strong. I want to be your wife.” You approached him and took one of his gloved hands, placing it against your cheek as you looked up at him. He let out a heavy sigh, closing his eyes again as he stroked your cheek softly. You leaned into his touch and took another step closer, only to be met with him pulling his hand back to place it gingerly on your shoulder, holding you in place.

“My princess, I’m afraid you may be confusing love with infatuation.” Harwin spoke barley above a whisper. His expression was pained, which did nothing to ease the sensation of your heart breaking. “You are so young. There are men who are more suited to be your partner than me. You’ll come to understand this.”

“Very well ser. I thank you for your time and honesty,” you said politely, a fake smile plastered over your face. Of course he didn’t love you. Why hadn’t you seen it before? You were too young, too inexperienced for a man like him. He thought nothing more of you than a silly girl with a crush. Worse, he probably only thought of you as a job, a chore, a burden. All of those memories of his company that once brought you great happiness were tainted with the thought of him counting down the minutes until he could leave. You would not waste his time any longer, you decided.

“The hour has grown late, as you said. I shall bid you goodnight.” You turned and faced the fireplace, hot tears streaming down your face. You bit down on your lip to swallow a sharp cry that threatened to spill forth. Despite your best efforts, Harwin knew immediately how upset you were. He took a step closer to you and began to speak again.

“Princess-“

“Goodnight, Ser Harwin.” You said coldly, not turning to look at him.

You heard the sound of Harwin’s armor clinking softly as he bowed. The creak of the door signaled his exit. Only then did you collapse onto the floor and let out a sob that wracked your whole body. Tears continued to spill until no more could come forth. Your eyes felt heavy, and soon sleep overcame you.

You refused to be seen by your handmaidens the next morning. You also refused breakfast. The only good thing about this affliction of the heart was that it gave credence to your “chill of the night” excuse that you gave your father the evening before.

You did not leave your room the entire day.

When the day had waned and night was beginning to fall, someone knocked on the door and inquired about dinner. Your stomach rumbled at the thought but your appetite immediately soured at the thought of Harwin being outside the door. You declined dinner as well.

Your sister insisted on a maester being sent in to examine you but you managed to charm your way out of that as well. You just wanted to be alone.

You walked over to your window at one point and took in a view of the kingdom as it lit up the dark.

Harwin had practically implied that you were too inexperienced to be his woman. That you were a spoiled, privileged princess that did not know anything of the real world.

That was going to change, tonight.

You sent word for one of your handmaidens to see you at once. You gnawed at your fingernails as the moments passed until finally you heard a small timid knock at your door. You practically pulled her inside by her arm, closing the door quickly in case your knight was waiting outside.

“My lady, we have been worried about you today.” The handmaiden spoke softly. “Are you ill? Can I send for anything for you?”

“I just need your clothes.” You said quickly, trying to ease the confused look on her face with a dismissive wave. “I promise I will take good care of them. I will give you one of my jeweled necklaces as a thank you. This means a lot to me.”

Excited by the promise of your jewelry, the young girl nodded furiously and started to disrobe. You gave her one of your nightdresses to change into and told her to wait several moments before returning to her quarters. After she left, you took great care into tucking your hair into the white cap that she had left you. It amazed you that once you had hidden your signature Targaryen locks and changed your dress that you went from Princess of Dragonstone to handmaiden, all except for the hint of lilac in your eyes.

Your sister had taught you how to escape from the Red Keep before, and even though it had been years, you weaved through the damp tunnels expertly. Once you were outside the main gates, you paused. This was the farthest you had ever gotten before. Rhaenyra was much more adventurous than you, and after she failed to persuade you to join her, she would take off anyway. You admired her fearlessness as you watched her disappear down the road until she was out of sight. You would always wait for her to return, curled up in a cloak as the night air nipped at you. She never chided you for not coming. If anything, when she would come back she would reward you with some little trinket, joking that you were the better of the two and you deserved something for it.

Your sister would have an entire evening of freedom and exhilaration, and you would choose the comfort of the steps of your home, every time.

Not this time.

You hurriedly rushed down the same road your sister took all those years ago, your fears and doubts biting at your insides until you reached the outskirts of Kings Landing. The darkness of night ebbed away with torches and lanterns that were lit in the city streets. You were amazed at how many people were up at the late hour. Men and women drinking, laughing, crowding the roads as they made their way towards taverns and street shows. Vendors offering cooked meats and shoddy jewelry. Drunkards spitting and coughing up their wine, couples intertwined and dancing as bards filled the night air with love songs. It was all too much, too fast, but you were determined to drink it up. Hesitant, you were light on your feet as you took in all of the sights as fast as you could, maneuvering through different alleys as you continued your journey. The farther away you were from home, the better you began to feel. A caged princess, finally experiencing life. Gone were the thoughts of a dutiful, handsome knight who wanted nothing to do with you, banished by the adrenaline of new sights and sounds. You rounded a corner and found yourself in an alleyway that seemed far less lit than the others you came from.

“A handmaiden? A bit surprising to see one of you out and about, aren’t you supposed to stay inside the Red Keep at all times?” You froze, turning to find the owner of the low, ominous voice. A man, who couldn’t be that much older than you, was leaning against a back wall, most of his form still shrouded in darkness.

“Excuse me sir?” You said, internally wincing at how meek you sounded.

“You’re a servant. You’re supposed to stay put, in case you need to serve.” He pushed himself off of the wall and made his way over to you. The first thing you noticed about him was his smell, his breath reeked of ale. Still, the way he approached you was similar to a wolf stalking it’s prey, and you began to feel fear pooling in the pit of your stomach. You hadn’t thought to bring a weapon.

“I’ve seen a few of you out before during the day, fetching things for your ladies. But what could you be doing out in the city during an hour so late? You must’ve snuck out, haven’t you?” He snaked one hand around your waist, drumming his fingers against the velvet skirt of your gown.

“Leave me alone, ser. I have places to be.” You said firmly.

“Insolent. I pity you though, such a pretty little thing without anyone to protect her. I’ll make sure you get home safe, in exchange for your company for the rest of the night.” He smirked, tightening his grip on you. Frantically, you turned your head to look for any passerby to scream for. Immediately sensing your distress, his hand gripped your neck tightly in attempt to silence you before you could try.

“Brat. I’ll remind you what it means to serve.” He snarled.

A quick flash of silver appeared before your eyes before you heard the soft squelch of flesh. Scarlet blood splattered against the white cream fabric of your corset. The man’s hand had been sliced clean off with a sword. He let out the loudest howl you had ever heard as he collapsed back onto the dirt. Quickly, you turned to face the man who attacked him and your blood ran cold. Harwin Strong was wiping his sword clean with a cloth, glaring down at the sniveling man with the burning hatred of a thousand suns. You had never seen this blind fury from him before. You stood rooted to the spot, partly in fear from what would happen next.

“I would say unhand the lady, but I took the liberty of doing that for you.” Harwin spat at him, taking your arm forcefully. “You are lucky no more will come from this, rapist. If the lady wasn’t present, you would have a lot more to lose.”

Harwin’s grip on you was painful but you were too scared to do anything more than follow him as he weaved his way through the crowds, signaling his approach with a grunt to warn others to move out of his way. You earned a couple of a looks from different folk, some of them murmuring about what trouble you must be in for a white cloak to have apprehended you. You tried your best to hide under your bonnet and keep your eyes focused on the road ahead of you. Your night of freedom had nearly cost you your virtue and you were in a significant amount of trouble, should Harwin choose to rat you out to your father.

The sounds of the city began to dwindle as the two of you started to get closer to the castle walls. Harwin had yet to acknowledge you, save the vice grip he continued to have on your arm. Timidly, you began to test the waters. You tapped on his shoulder and waited for him to turn around, to no avail.

You cleared your throat. “Harwin?”

“We are not speaking.” Was his reply.

“What?”

“I said no speaking. I am so angry with you that I do not trust my words.” He said plainly, almost indifferently. Anger started to bubble inside you.

Why the hell was he angry with you? He made it abundantly clear that he did not return your affections. You had spent the entire day pouring over your time together, and each memory led to the realization that you were the instigator. You asked him to be your guard. You asked for his company. You pulled him into your chambers for more time with him, and he used to object to it before giving in to your whims. You were blind to it before, but it was evident that you had essentially held the man hostage in your life. And you wanted no more of it.

“Angry with me? Why? What I do in my own time is no business of yours-“

“Except that it is!” He roared. I am your knight, your sworn protector, and you left the safety of the Keep! How the hell is that not my business?”

Your eyes widened.

You had forgotten to send your letter.

“I am so sorry ser,” you said timidly. Your eyes were cast down, so you didn’t notice the way he flinched at your formality and the softness of your voice. “It slipped my mind this day, I genuinely was not feeling well. I had written a letter to my father, asking for you to be absolved of this role.”

Stunned, Harwin could only watch as your wrought your hands together with nervousness. “Please do not be angry. I did not write anything that would implicate that you did not perform your duties well. In fact, I asked if you could be promoted to the Commander of the City Watch. You would be an excellent commander, even now I can see how well you can handle the brutishness of the city. It would mean a higher wage and nicer quarters as well.” You stopped and looked at him in the eyes. “I only want good things for you, Ser Harwin. Many thanks for taking such good care of me these years. Gods know that you are due for a promotion after all this time in a position you never asked for, nor wanted. I should’ve vouched for you a lot sooner, and spared you from my company.”

“I decline.” He said, firmly.

“I must insist,” you said, smiling sadly. “Again, I am sorry I did not realize sooner.”

“Realize what, may I ask, princess?” Harwin said with an exasperated sigh.

“That you detest me.” You said, cocking your head to the side with confusion. Then you righted yourself, as you had another epiphany. “I know why you are upset.”

“Wha-“

“You are slighted because I am a woman and I am deciding your future, is that not correct? If you do not need my letter-“

“No more talking.” Harwin said bristly. He took your arm and took you off the path towards the Red Keep, which you could see looming in the distance. He led you through a dense thicket, pushing at branches as he made his way to a small creek that bubbled past calmly. It seemed like he knew this area and had been here before. To your surprise, he placed both hands on your shoulder to keep you steady before dropping to his knees in front of you.

“First, my lady, please do not ever insinuate again that I would ever take offense at a woman acting in my interest. A woman brought me into this world. I have nothing but respect for your kind, and I would’ve hoped that you knew that of my character.”

Before you could speak, he took both of your hands in his and squeezed gently, a silent plea for you to let him finish. “I know that what I said last night has planted seeds of doubt in your mind. And for that, I am sorry. What I said was not a rejection, or a dismissal, despite what you may have felt. In good conscience, when I thought about the differences of our statuses, and what I could offer you, I deemed it was best to gently remove myself from your consideration. I could not imagine that being the heir to Harrenhal was enough to persuade your father into taking me as a son-in-law. I wanted to save both of us the anguish of being told we could not love each other.”

He looked down momentarily, only to meet with your eyes again, tears starting to form as he spoke with thick emotion. “But by the gods, was I wrong. I hate myself for implying that your love for me could be fleeting. The sounds of your crying pricked at my heart and I wanted nothing more than to hold you in my arms. Knowing that I had done that to you, it still wounds me, even now.”

He sniffled and shook his head slightly, casting aside the tears that fell. You were still absolutely bewildered by this encounter. Harwin had shared many sides of himself that you were certain many were not as fortunate to see, but you had never seen him so emotional. You had surely never seen him cry.

He cleared his throat and continued again once he regained composure. “When I first came to the estate, I knew I wanted purpose, in whatever form that it came in. But in my short time in Kings Landing, I had already begun to detest it. The nobles were stuffy and the townsfolk deplorable, in a general sense. I was surrounded by so much filth. I found small pockets to escape in, such as this one, and I found beauty in them, but I was not tasked with defending a creek. But I knew I could do my job well enough, no matter the circumstances.”

“And then I met you. The tamest Targaryen. The quiet beauty. Very obviously overlooked, and I could tell in a sense that you enjoyed that. But the way your eyes met mine, that first day we met, it was like you were asking me to know you, and instantly it felt like I had. I don’t think you know this, but I asked to be your guard before you requested it.”

The look on your face confirmed that for him, and he continued. “I knew instantly I had found my purpose. To guard the rarest gem. To keep you safe, to love you in all the ways I could. Listening to you recite poetry and bringing you small plates when you grew hungry. Guiding you to your chambers after long nights. You were absolutely divine and I swore to defend you no matter what.”

“Do you think me a child, Ser Harwin?” You asked quietly. His words were as sweet as cherry wine, but you also worried that perhaps his love was not romantic, but more born from duty and respect. You were after all, the white sheep, and it would make sense for a man as honorable as Harwin to be drawn to you, only to become devoted to your protection.

Harwin smiled and brought one of your hands to kiss it. “Not in the slightest my lady. There’s a difference between being demure and innocent and being naive. You are no child, you are no fool. I only refused your offer because I thought you deserved better. Never because I doubted your conviction. In my attempt to be gentle, I made you feel so low about yourself. Again, I am sorry.”

“What do we do now?” You said softly, staring back into his deep blue eyes. “You do not want to join the city watch, but you do not want my hand-“

“My dearest love, I have rambled on for far too long, because the reason I am on my knees is to ask for your hand.” Harwin said plainly. You let out a small gasp as Harwin produced a small ring, embedded with a white gem in the center.

“Targaryen red never suited you my love, I hope a diamond will suffice.” He said with a grin.

“You are asking me to be your wife?” You said, a hint of incredulousness in your voice.

“Yes my dear lady. Exactly as you said. I am asking you. Your opinion matters most. I will deal with our fathers after the fact, but this is and should be your decision. It may take convincing but ultimately I do believe your father loves you enough to ensure your happiness. I just may need to bring you along to sing my praises.” Harwin held up the ring to you again. “Please, my greatest love. Honor me by allowing me to be your husband. Forgive me for being a fool and denying you. I swear to be yours and only yours for as long as I live.”

You nodded and extended your hand for him, allowing him to slide the ring onto your finger. When you let out a small, happy giggle, a huge grin washed over his face as he stood up and lifted you in his arms, spinning you around as he held you close. His lips were upon yours in an instant, flooding you with a feeling of warmth as he pressed kiss after kiss to your lips, leaving them red and tender.

“I have the most beautiful lady wife in the seven kingdoms!” He practically howled.

When he put you down, his smile faded into a tight line. “Who is also in a world of trouble, sneaking off into the city. That is the first and only time you pull a stunt like that. You will never cause me such grief again.”

“I am sorry, lord husband.” You said wrapping your arms around him and resting against his chest.

“You mustn’t look at me with those big beautiful eyes. I forget my anger when you look at me like that.” He said quietly, his fingers cradling your face.

“You’ve told me your weakness, Harwin. Now that is your mistake.” You said with a grin. He peered down at you and pressed his forehead to yours.

“I’m beginning to suspect you are not as pure as you present yourself, dear lady of mine.”

“I never was.”

[elliewlums]

𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 [𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠]

pairing: ser harwin strong x fem!reader

summary: harwin takes you hunting and you get squeamish

content warnings: talks of killing, harwin kills a deer, making out, god this man i love him so much

request: Hi, can I make a request for Ser Harwin where he takes the reader hunting and she's all confident that she'll get the biggest animal until she actually has to kill it. Maybe she can be squeamish and he's helps her out. Then when they are on their way back he's all cocky and tells her she's all talk. I can just picture his smirk. Thanks

i have another request for him that i’m starting v soon!!!! (and it’s smut😩) and as always, likes and most importantly reblogs are appreciated

“i’m going to get this one,” you whisper as you draw your bow and arrow taut. the stag stands tall and broad, so far unaware of your presence and your intentions.

“go ahead,” harwin laughs in that rasping voice, so close that it sends shivers cascading down your whole body. you hesitate as the creature walks, admiring the way it moves with such grace and power, the kindness and peace in its eyes that you’re about to destroy with a single movement. his rough hand, calloused from years of fighting, scrubs up and down your clothed arm, rumpling the soft material. “you can do it,” he murmurs.

your arm falters as you bring the weapon back down. there’s a pit of nausea in your stomach that only grows the longer you think about murdering this innocent animal. you shake your head. “i can’t. i can’t do it.”

“alright.” he kisses your temple before moving from his position behind you and - swift and quiet as a feline despite his hulking presence - fires one arrow straight through its head. you screw your eyes shut and turn away as its body crumples and hits the ground with a dull thud — you never realised you were so squeamish. he laughs, this deep bellowing sound that carries across the woods for miles and your brows knit and furrow, lips pushed together.

“come on,” he says. “help me lift this and we’ll start the journey back to the keep.”

your trip back is quiet, the only sound the crunch of the leaves and the muted footfalls of the horses’ hooves against the forest floor. you roll your eyes as soon as harwin glances your way, already preparing yourself for the inevitable teasing.

“you’re all talk,” he taunts. “i thought you were eager to kill it. it’s all you talked about!”

you huff. “i felt sorry for it!” the smirk that cracks his face forces upon you the overwhelming urge to smack him. “you’re a smug bastard, you know that?”

“and you love me regardless,” he goads; you know he’s right.

once you’ve dismounted the horses and you’re back on solid ground, he holds his arms out for you.

“come here, sweet girl.”

you oblige despite your irritation; he knows how to get under your skin every time without fail. once you’re in his arms, pressed against the cool metal of his armour, he kisses your forehead.

“i love you even if you’re terrible at hunting.”

you scrunch your nose and squirm.

“you’re awfully mean.” your bottom lip protrudes until you’re pouting at him and he presses his own lips to the soft flesh, one textured hand on your jaw, rough as sandpaper but tender and doting as though you’re delicate.

“shh.” he quiets you instantly, his tongue slipping out to part your lips for him as his beard scratches against your baby soft cheek. his body crowds you without moving, so massive and powerful that you submit to him without argument— you crave his dominance, his strength. you whine as he pulls away, chasing him with your whole body. he smiles. “shall we continue this inside, my dearest?”

[my-watch-begins]

A match for Love. Part XV.

Pairing: Harwin Strong x Female!OC.

Words: 5.4 k

Masterlist.

Harwin and Ayla sat next to each other, his hand was pressed tightly to the side of her stomach and they waited silently. After a few seconds their babe kicked on Harwin's hand and he lifted his eyes to her.

"You haven't had any dreams about this child?"

Harwin didn't know if Ayla was mocking him like his father, he waited with his eyes on hers until she moved her eyebrows beckoning him.

"No, I haven't yet. But I had it when Kylian was this big, maybe I'll have it now"

"I actually like knowing before hand" she admitted "what are you hoping for now?"

"A healthy child, and a healthy wife afterwards"

Ayla had to playfully twist her eyes at his words. Her hand rubbed over his knuckles and she sighed in tiredness.

The door of the room opened, Ayla and Harwin straightened themselves on the sofa and looked over at the door. A maid entered and left a case near bed in the opposite side to where they sat. After the maid left, Lord Edder walked into the room and only after they were alone, Ayla stood from her seat and walked across the big room.

Lord Edder was surprised to see her already in his room, but he didn't question it and hugged his daughter to his chest, as they hugged his hand cradled the base of her stomach.

"Ayla my girl" he gave her a quick kiss on her forehead and took a step back, looking up and down at her "you look beautiful" he pressed another kiss to her forehead and held both her hands in his "it is truly a blessing to see you with child again. I feared I wouldn't be able to come to receive my grandchild like I did with Kylian, but seeing you now will mend my heart"

Ayla smiled at her father. Even though it was the hour of the Wolf, his tiredness did nothing to accentuate the pass of time on him. He still looked the same as the day Ayla had left Harrenhal with her husband of a few hours.

Lord Edder saluted Harwin after he caught up with Ayla and basked in her state, if anything Harwin was a little too nervous about the conversation that they were about to have.

"I came to tell you about the summon"

"Ah yes, the King's summon. Very vague" he lamented. The three of them took a seat in the sofa where Ayla and Harwin had been sitting previously. She sat between her father and husband and turned to her father.

"Last month, the King decided that Prince Daemon would no longer be the Lord Commander of the City Watch. He proceeded to opening the post to the Captains of the city. Amongst them they voted and four names were voted the most. Harwin, Ser Gwayne Hightower, Jimmer Redwyne and Jalen Cargyll" she explained hoping that her father would follow her quick words and even quicker thoughts as they left her mouth. "I am certain Larys bought the loyalty of those voting Captains to win the Queen's favor by stating her brother as the Lord Commander"

Lord Edder gave a quick look to Harwin. He knew what Larys was capable of all too well. He wondered if that was the first time Ayla had accused Larys of anything out loud in front of Harwin. Given the quick twist of his eyebrows as Ayla exposed Larys on his plan, it probably had been. Lord Edder assumed Harwin was not yet bought on the levels of treachery his brother could achieve. Ayla had apparently done nothing to pit the brothers against each other, not too strongly at least.

"The Small Council is to make the decision With most of them also vouching for Gwayne Hightower or bought to do so, I thought it was unfair to Harwin who is far superior in all aspects"

"So you mobilized the main Lords of the Seven Kingdoms because you didn't like Harwin's odds" Lord Edder concluded for her.

"I did no such thing. I simply stated this unfairness to the Hand and gave him a reasonable alternative, he just so happened to agree" she defended.

Harwin stared. He wondered if he would ever get to that point in his fatherhood when he would get to look at his own children with the same loving, proud, and amused expression Lord Edder looked at Ayla.

"You did" he concluded again with a little smile, he definitely appreciated the word usage on his daughter's behalf.

"I did" she admitted after a short time with her lips pressed tightly, wondering if the next thing she would hear would be a reprimand "the decision is why Harwin never replied to your proposal about Harrenhal" she explained next.

"Though I was very eager to leave, Ayla convinced me to stay until the vote was made" Harwin followed, Ayla nodded in agreement.

"Understandable. The Lord Commander of the City watch is a notable tittle"

He proceeded to stand up, the extend his hand to Ayla. She reluctantly took it and heavily stood up, feeling Harwin's hand on her lower back to help her.

"I shall take it from here"

"But Jason Lannister arrived two days ago and-"

"I said I will take it from here" he interrupted, motioning at Harwin to take over and make Ayla leave. She didn't seem happy to not be allowed to explain all the other things she'd learned in the month she had to wait for all the Lords to gather.

As they neared the door Ayla motioned at her father's things.

"You have not brought nearly enough luggage to account for my name day presents"

Lord Edder had to laugh at her words, the last he thought he would hear after such a serious conversation was a reproach about presents.

"I believe your husband accounts very well for your name day presents"

"He does, but you're still my father, and I'm still your favorite daughter"

"I have two daughters"

"Out of which I am the favorite one" she repeated.

He chuckled again as he opened the door, then said his goodbyes for the night. Harwin had to make sure that they wouldn't be seen in the short trek from Lord Edder's to to the nearest entrance to the hidden passages, much to Ayla's insistence on not being seen. At first Harwin hadn't taken her suspicions as true, but then Ayla made the point that Larys had known about her visits to the maesters the day they had found out about their pregnancy, twice. Harwin obliged and escorted her through the passages near to the room back to the side entrance of the Tower and safely into their room.

Later, after a short sleep when they all gathered for breakfast, Ayla saluted her father again with vigor as to not make anyone suspect that they had met before.

Ayla's name day had always been one of the biggest event in the Redfort even over her own sister Jessamine. She had been the suprise child and the first girl after four boys, it wasn't a secret that Lord Edder only had eyes for her ever since she was born.

Presently, Ayla wasn't the apple of Lord Edder's eyes only, but Harwin's as well. He had made sure she tasted her favorite meals that whole day, gifted her a precious jewelry set of matching necklace and earrings, and since he had a down day to be with her, he made sure to shower her with kisses that she glady accepted, basking in the attention with little embarrassment.

After lunch and the review of Lord Edder's dresses as gifts for her name day, him and Lord Lyonel headed to the main room where the deliberation would take place.

Rickon Stark for the north, Grover Tully for the Riverlands, Jason Lannister for the Westerlands. For the Reach, the Lord Lyonel Tyrell's mother and regent named a representative of House Tyrell and the captain of the Tyrell forces, one of the biggest ones in the Seven Kingdoms, was Lord Rodner Gardener. The Baratheons from the Stormlands had sent two of their own, Borros Baratheon, young in age, knighted but not experienced in warfare was said to have attended the summon only for his own personal amusement. Out of the two men from the Stormlands, Everan Connington was the more knowledgeable.

House Connington was a house of knights with great achievements and renowns. Everan, as the future Lord of Connington was said to be very intelligent, had excelled in his studies at young age and was already taking matters of his house from his father's hands. Borros and him were good friends and since Everan was already acquainted and resided at the Keep they only had to wait for Borros' arrival.

As for Dorne, a summon had been sent out of pure respect for the Dornish, they weren't expected to attend and in the end didn't.

Once all the Lords were gathered few pleasantries were shared and some words of resentment were thrown about the main houses who had sent envoys much like Lord Edder.

"I can speak for myself, lady Jeyne held a meeting similar to this one and the three generals of the Vale attended. We all know that after Lady Jeyne's attempted usurpation of her seat, she doesn't trust any members of her family"

"I am sure all Lords present have all required knowledge to participate in the task at hand" Lord Lyonel spoke up. All Lords took a seat and listened attentively to the Hand.

He explained the general situation and what would be required of all Lords. Needless to say that such meeting took them out of the monotony of rulling their respective Houses, they looked forward to the review of the candidates and were eager to start testing the young knights to crown a new Lord Commander.

As soon as the names were read and with them an archive of their achievements thus far, Lord Edder felt like he had to address the elephant in the room. As soon as Harwin was named one of the Lords made a snide remark about the preference for Lord Edder to his son in law, one he instantly put to bed.

"I have to say, I know very little of Ser Harwin, even though we are bonded through his marriage with my daughter. If anything I'm very eager to make this assessment of him. Perhaps his worthiness will be translated to other matters"

That got a chuckle our of everyone, Lord Lyonel inspected the faces of all Lords and even saw a little smirk on some of them. Every time he managed to underestimate his actions, Lord Edder surprised him.

The first meeting to have all Lords be acquainted with the candidates made Lord Edder notice that something was amiss. He related his thoughts to Ayla as soon as the meeting ended and they met in the gardens in a private seating arrangement, enjoying some tea and Ayla's favorite pastries.

"They are, sadly, still not as good as the ones in the Redfort" Ayla lamented over a piece of cheesecake.

"The blueberries are tastier there" he agreed, also taking a piece.

"How was the first meeting? What do you make of everyone?"

"It was-" a loud screech was heard through the gardens and Ayla lifted her eyes to the sky. Lord Edder had jumped a little in his seat, not expecting a dragon to fly atop them. Ayla seemed very much used to them. "It was good, I've made it clear that my alliance with the Strongs will not cloud my judgment or make up my mind before the tests"

"Test?" She asked, her eyes still followed the two dragons that chased each other. They weren't hard to figure out, only two dragonriders resided in the Keep, both the Princess and Ser Laenor.

"Yes, tests. The Lords were very much happy to have been called to make such a decision and have taken it very seriously. They wish to push the limits of te candidates in both physical and mental tests"

"Are you going to make them fight each other?" She wondered. Having Harwin hurt certainly didn't fit into the tribulations she knew he would have to pass.

"No, but we are going to oversee their trainings" Ayla nodded and leaned forward to refill her cup of tea "something surprised me though. No figure is there to vouch for the rulling house"

"The Hand protects the interest of the King" she mentioned.

"Still. The future regent should be more interested in this decision as well"

Ayla noticed the use of "future regent" as to give way for both Princess Rhaenyra and Prince Aegon to be rulers.

She sighed and looked to the side, the dragons now flew farther.

"It's better if the Princess is not there, it would be too obvious if she vouches for Harwin" she reasoned.

"Everyone does things to their own benefit very bluntly, Ayla. I think the Princess' input could be very valuable. She out of everyone in the Keep should start worrying about making good alliances and surround herself with the right people"

Ayla pondered, suddenly feeling a loss of appetite. She rubbed her rings against her skin and then aclasped her hands at her lap.

"If Harwin is picked as Lord Commander they would have to see each other anyway" Lord Edder reasoned.

Ayla found herself in a predicament. Her father already had too high expectations of her power, Ayla thought herself not so influential to the point of convincing the Princess to attend the meetings.

"I refuse to speak of this on my name day" she crossed her arms at her chest and looked away from her father, hearing his chuckle from next to her.

Thankfully, Harwin had made his way to them and sat down to join them. With only one look Harwin knew that Ayla appeared mad. Her anger went away as soon as her babe started kicking and both Harwin and her hand laid atop her stomach to feel it.

That night, with both families gathered they feasted in honor of her and Adrian. Even though she knew that Harwin tried her hardest to distract her from what was bothering her, her lips didn't found themselves in a smile in what remained of her name day.

The following morning, she dressed in one of the gowns her father had gifted her and found that it fitted her perfectly, with the soft materials of the Vale it fell off of her delicately and her curves filled every space.

She knew that early in the morning the Lords were going to the barracks. The one she could oversee from the Tower of the hand was the one she was the least interested in, Harwin's. She had to walk a trek to the others but was determined to do so.

The Lords did not know who she was and didn't mind the shadow an inconspicuous lady like her would draw.

Whilst walking with the Lords, she took into account what her father meant. The lack of the ruling House was noticeable. Everyone was free to talk about what would be good for the city watch in a city none of them resided in, they would only be able to account for technicalities. The opinions of how things ran currently and how the future Queen would want the Lord Commander to behave was missing.

Ayla walked determined. She hadn't had enough time to rehearse her words in her brain and account for different turns a conversation could take like she'd done with the Hand. Still, she knew she had one card to play that she hadn't dared to play with Harwin but would certainly play it now.

"I'd like to speak with the Princess"

The guard that was stationed outside of Princess Rhaenyra's door looked down at her. He hesitated if he should ask the purpose of her visit. At the same time it was known that Lady Ayla Strong was often the message bearer of the Hand, so he just took a step to the side and opened the door. He entered the room and left aa to wait outside. After a few minutes, two handmaidens carried the Princes out of the room, then the guard held the door open for her.

Ayla noticed that the Princess' quarters were much like her father's. The only distinct difference was the quality of the furnitures, the expensive ornaments and table arrangements and a play area for the Princes in the middle of the sofas.

The princess stood next to one of them and was already holding her hands together when Ayla entered, a sign of nervousness both shared.

"Your grace" Ayla saluted, she didn't look at her in the eyes until the Princess replied.

"Lady Ayla" when she lifted her eyes to her, the Princess motioned to the chairs on a round table at the side of the sofas "I reckon you prefer higher seating arrangements at this stage"

Ayla smiled and inadvertently pressed one of her hands to her stomach.

"I fear I'm at that stage" she replied. They walked silently and Ayla took her time sitting down, then pulling her dress to fall evenly to the side. She didn't know why but she felt a little uncomfortable when the Princess' eyes landed on her round stomach "I understand you flew yesterday from Driftmark" she began. From then on, her eyes landed on the Princess' and didn't left her violet ones.

"And how did you come to understand that?"

"You can leave the Keep inconspicuously if you do so by dragon" she reasoned "my point is that you aren't aware of what transpired yesterday, or what is happening now"

"You might enlighten me then"

"You do at least know about the choice for Lord Commander" she searched for the Princess' exact knowledge on the situation, knowing that she didn't have much time to convince her.

"I wasn't aware of that either" Ayla's frown was visible "I was told it was a matter for the Small Council" Ayla's frown became more pronounced. The Princess didn't know what else to say to the Lady in front of her to appease her.

"It was a matter for the Small Council, until the names of the candidates were drawn"

"Ah yes, I do know that Ser Harwin was picked. Deservingly so" she complimented.

"And he, deservedly so, should win the post. I believe that, sadly the Small Council was bought. I'm not afraid to admit to you that I did everything in my power for him to get fait grounds to this fight. Which is why now the main Lords of the Seven Kingdoms are gathered in King's Landing to choose"

Ayla saw the Princess' resolve falter. Her lips twitched and she had to hide it by looking down at her lap.

"All of them?"

"The Tully's, Lannisters, Stark" she named, looking at the Princess' reaction. "Some of them have sent envoys, like my father for the Vale, Lord Rodner Gardener and Lord Everan Connington"

The last name made the Princess blink rapidly, Ayla saw how she found strength in a deep breath to look back up and her and pretend that she was fine.

"So you would have me do... What exactly?"

"I don't want you to do anything" Ayla shrugged nonchalantly "I'm certain Harwin doesn't need any more of my help or yours to get the post. I just think it'll be beneficial for you and your House to attend the meetings as well. No one was going to cross that door and tell you this. I'm sure you'll be heavily advised against it. But if you're not willing to do it for Harwin and the care you have for him, at least do it for you"

"I do not have any care for your husband" she defended quickly. Ayla smiled for a second and moved to stand up.

"It's a good thing he's not here, he would be heartbroken to hear that after the nice friendship the two of you had. Though your lack of care for him might've eased his decision to leave"

That definitely got the Princess attention, her eyes snap quickly back to Ayla's and she muttered, only to raise her voice to repeat herself.

"Leave?"

"Yes, he decided that he had no place in King's Landing if it wasn't at your detail, so he was going to petition the Hand to send him to Harrenhal to start performing his duties there as Lord"

Ayla didn't need to say anything else, she wouldn't even have to make mention about how that's exactly what would end up happening if he didn't get chosen as Lord Commander.

"I've taken enough of your time, your grace. I'll take my leave" She bowed her head and didn't wait for the Princess' dismissal.

As she walked further and further from the hallway of the Princess' quarters she began feeling more physically at ease, but mentally shaken. If word got back to Harwin about her visit, she didn't know how he would react. Would he be happy that the Princess was by his side? Angry that Ayla had had the nerve to talk to the Princess of the Realm? Surprised that she'd had said nerve? Harwin's relationship with the Princess has always been a mystery to Ayla.

The party of Lords had made their way to the second set of barracks where they would find Jalen Cargyll's and Jimmer Redwyne.

As she neared the party, her father caught a glimpse of her and walked slower to seamlessly retreat from the group.

"How are things looking?" She asked, her hands turned her rings around her finger as she looked at Jalen Cargyll overlook and lead at the younger apprentices who were welding their first swords.

"We should not worry yet. This is what Harwin excels at. What have you done today?"

The phrase brought Ayla back to the lit up library atop the tower of the Redfort, the smell of books, and her favorite dessert after she did well at her lessons. Her father would climb up the tower and ask her the question. If she had had a tough day with her lesson she would use the same clever reply.

"My best" she smiled widely at the memory and her father chuckled.

"Your best had always been more than enough my girl" lord Edder pressed a quick kiss to her forehead and placed a hand to her shoulder "now make haste, we're about to go to the Tower of the Hand, don't be seen there"

She nodded and followed orders. Upon arriving to the Tower she found Kylian fresh out of his nap and running around the tower, shrieking in excitement when he saw his mother and ran full speed towards her.

Ayla passed time with him, playing with his wooden horses and blocks but keeping an eye in the barracks below.

It was noticeable the differences between Harwin's teaching style over the ones she'd personally seen. Upon his return to the Tower and with no mention about how he felt being watched and evaluated, Ayla doubted if she should tell him about her talk with the Princess. She decided she would wait and see the outcome. If the Princess arrived and word never got out of her involvement, she would congratulate herself for achieving both stunts.

The next meeting was held behind closed doors, there were assortments of food and plenty of drinks to avoid any of the staff from entering once the doors had been closed.

The Lords had devised a little game of strategy, they would simulate a siege and posterior war and ask the candidates their plan of defense or attack.

Given that most of the knights had lived a relative peaceful period of time under King Viserys' reign, the only knowledge most of them had was written books about the Conquest, books that they all should've read. When the first candidate began to lay out his plan, the doors opened.

"Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen" the voice of the King's guard posted at the door boomed in the room. Harwin had to look away from the door and kept his eyes to the floor with his hands clasped at his back, avoiding some of the complicit stares he knew the others were giving him.

All the Lords nodded and respectfully addressed the Princess by her tittle as they saluted.

"Your grace" Lord Lyonel began, finding quickly the words to convey the princess his thoughts "I assure you, the interests of your House are being as well represented by me as they can, your presence is not required if you have better things to do" he offered.

"But it's not forbidden, is it?" She played along, with her head held up high, it was hard to play the fool around the Princess and not expect a verbal argument to arise from it.

"It is not" Lord Lyonel conceded.

"I shall stay then. What good is any decision made now that can be overturned when I rule? Might as well all agree to the result from the start. Please -" she motioned at the painted table and gave way for the candidate to return to his strategy.

Lord Edder avoided the look on Lord Lyonel's face, but he knew they would cross words at any point.

Harwin was left for last, an advantage he knew how to use all too well. He'd left the other talk and looked at the Lord to gauge at their reactions.

When it was his turn, he used in his strategy something none of the others had used. Dragons.

When he began explaining the paths the troops would have to cover and take care of the dragon's blindspots in attack, he was stopped with exasperation by Gwayne Hightower.

"That's not allowed" Harwin frowned, then with fake ignorance turned to his father and asked.

"Is it?"

"It is allowed"

Gwayne Hightower huffed in annoyance and turned to the other Lords, Harwin followed his gaze expectantly.

"I think that's unfair"

"Your opinion has me careless, Gwayne" he replied curtly, busying himself with the pieces on the painted table and was ready to continue despite Gwayne's complaint.

"Also, all dragonriders are royals, are you going to put the Princess Rhaenyra, Princess Rhaenys, Prince Daemon, all of them in danger?" He continued.

"So, we should not use dragons to protect the house of the dragon, that's your point?" He asked, now exasperation clear in his voice.

The Lords were definitely enjoying the argument, if anything Lord Edder was sure that most of them were even looking forwards to things getting physical.

"My point is, your priorities are not straight"

"My priorities-" Harwin walked a menacing slow pace across the room to be face to face with Gwayne's deformed visage "are very well arranged. It is you who has forgotten whose rulling you're going to be under. In that case, I do look forward to you being Lord Commander and how in the Seven Hells you will manage to stop the Princess from climbing on her dragon to fight"

The two man stared at each other with hardened eyes. Harwin had the hand that was concealed from the Lords' view tight in a fist, both in anger and in preparation to punch Gwayne's face at any second.

"I believe that might be all for today" the Hand spoke, the Lords agreed and neither Gwayne or Harwin budged when their shoulders collided and Harwin walked past him to the exit.

Though the candidates were dismissed, the Lords still had a lot to talk about. Needless to say that Princess Rhaenyra had a better liking for the candidate that took into consideration the biggest strength of House Targaryen and the reason for their long uncontested stay in the Iron Throne, their dragons.

Harwin got back to his duties after the meeting, in the afternoon he found himself in the tent of the barracks with Ayla patiently sitting in one of the chairs and holding Kylian to her lap, the little one seemed eager to go outside to see the men fight or go to the stables and pet the horses.

As Ayla stared at Harwin and how he scribbled things in his books, she glanced at the other ones in a side shelf and began thinking.

Harwin carried Kylian over his broad shoulders around the training site and chuckled as his screams and screeches of excitement as the young man fought. Ayla on her part, stood in the corridor near the barracks where she always leaned over the stone edge to watch, tranquil and quiet until she jumped out of her skin and quickly turned around when she heard a voice.

"You were right" when her eyes landed on the Princess, she took a deep breath and tried to calm her startled and fast beating heart.

"What about?" She asked.

"The blind preference for Gwayne Hightower everyone seems to have, though your father does make a good job vouching for Ser Harwin"

"My father vouches for the best choice" she corrected. The Princess had to give her a little smile at her use of words "Would you care to know what I was thinking just now?" Ayla asked, finding an opening for her next play. The Princess just tilted her head to the side and gave her a curious frown "Harwin spends perhaps two hours a day book keeping his subordinate's developments, and every month he gives the Hand an update of said developments. I wonder if any of the other candidates are as diligent as he is"

In their next meeting, the Princess did bring up the matter of the book keeping that was being done currently.

"In the end, all of this his hypothetical is just that. I believe we can peak into the future by looking at the past, how are they handling their regiments now?" Books and books were drawn from the tents of the three separate set of barracks. quickly, everyone came to the conclusion that there couldn't be a proper evaluation of the results if there was missing data, like in the case of Gwayne Hightower and Jimmer Redwyne. Both of them didn't fill up the books for even months at a time, and when they did, the handwriting was always conspicuously different every time.

At the end of the week, Ayla found herself again in the corridors of the throne room with her brother's arm thrown lazily over her shoulders. She felt sick, her stomach had been twisting in anxiousness all day. Luckily, everything was coming to and end in a few hours.

Harwin stood in the center of the room along with the other Captains, behind them a crown of people also waited for the presence of the King to crown the next Lord Commander.

"I will be very angry if he doesn't get this" Ayla muttered to her brother aware of any ears that might report to Larys.

"He will, don't worry" he assured. Ayla only huffed in annoyance. She thought she had done and had risked too much for it all to go to waste.

In the end, when the King came to the room and gave a short speech he uttered the name it was obvious from the beginning. Ser Harwin Strong.

Everyone undid themselves with compliments at Harwin's feasts. He got to talk with the other Lords one to one, lord Edder allowed himself to drop the pretended dislike he had for him and hugged him as he congratulated him for his efforts.

As the night neared it's end, Lord Edder sat next to Ayla and held her hand, her eyes stopped scanning around the feast room and landed on her father.

"You've done tremendously well my girl"

She denied with her head as a little smile crawled on her lips.

"I've only spoken words, and I spoke them because he deserved it"

Lord Edder had also scanned the room and his eyes had found the Princess, also now speaking to Harwin and certainly congratulating him.

"And you got the Princess"

"I suffered a massive loss of my ego for that" she complained.

"It is what the situations required of you" he reasoned, then quickly patted her hand "you're on a great path. I'm certain you will achieve a lot after this adventure if you play your cards right"

Ayla wanted to say that she didn't wanted to play any more cards, that she was very content with having his little family to take care of, but her curiosity got the best of her and she had to ask.

"A great path, leading to?"

"To become the Hand of the Queen"

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The Christmas War (9)

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They had to move quick to do the things needed to transfer Jace to Winterfell. It was a group effort, with documents to cover everything from his move, transfer, his permit and all of that.

His son was elated. Rhaenyra and Laenor had sat with him at night to talk about away from prying ears and concluded that, yes, it was something serious and not an idea Harwin had put in his head. It made him wonder how much Jace had planned in his head about his future, how much he thought of all of them, and adjusted to keep everyone happy. It sounded so tasking.

He deserved to be selfish and a little inconsequential.

Classes were going to start at the end of January, so they were trying to be quick with everything. It was the first time in his life he was grateful for Christmas not being a national holiday.

He was very excited about everything.

Harwin was lucky to have a contact inside the school - an old childhood friend - and got the basic stuff for his enrolment running while Daemon worked on making sure they wouldn’t have any problems with his old school.

He would be able to join their swimming team with a recommendation from his current coach, and the school was only waiting for his records to have him assigned to a few advanced classes.

It made Harwin very proud to know everything his boy had accomplished in such a short life.

He had just hang up the phone from setting things up when he watched Jace taking Joffrey and the oldest of the little boys - Aegon, he suspected - and walked into the kitchen to find Rhaenyra with her face buried into a cooking book.

Oh? She was the one cooking, not Daemon?

“Hey,” he called.

She raised her eyes to him, and her eyes widened.

“If you are here, who is with Luke?” she asked.

He stopped, a bit surprised.

“Luke?”

Harwin froze when it clicked in his mind.

It was the 25th.

Luke’s birthday!

“It’s Luke’s birthday!” he gasped. “We got forgot Luke’s birthday!”

How could he have forgotten his birthday! It was December.

It was during Christmas! Christmas dinner always doubled as Luke’s birthday party!

“Who is we?” Laenor called behind him, rushing inside with a box full of food, turning to Rhaenyra. “Where is Daemon?”

“Picking up the cake,” she walked to the box, taking several lemons from inside. “Did you get the right brand of vanilla?”

He blinked, confused, feeling a little out of place.

Oh. So he was the only one who had forgotten.

“Yes. Fake vanilla, not the right one,” he confirmed. “Did you start the crème bastard?”

Harwin turned to look at them, and Rhaenyra looked a little annoyed.

“I forgot.”

He stood quickly.

“Are you making that sweet cream I taught you?”

She nodded.

“Trying to,” Rhaenyra pointed out. “And those… winter cakes?”

“I can make them,” he told them quickly. “I can help.”

Laenor seemed relieved.

“Good, cause she sucks with sweet food,” he pointed out.

“Hey!”

She glared at him, but Laenor simply chuckled and booped her on the nose on his way to the other side of the kitchen.

“Dear wife, you have no sense of sweetness,” he pointed out. “Everything has either too much sugar or it is too bland.”

She scoffed, rolling her eyes.

It was so strange, seeing them interacting the way they used to do before.

Years ago, Harwin used to be a little jealous of the bond they shared, and in the beginning, he wished very much that Daemon felt the same.

He never quite knew the details of their relationship in the past, maybe a bit out of fear. They were so affectionate with one another, always hugging and touching, holding hands in public and leaning on one another in public and private… it was hard to place where they stood when thinking about that, but also their private lives - Laenor was dating Joffrey since before Harwin was hired to be with their family, and he didn’t seem to mind him having a relationship with Rhaenyra.

It was natural for Harwin to be a little jealous.

Of course, after the divorce and he actually became friends, and he found out Laenor was gay, which was a bit of a shock.

“Must be because I am sweet enough myself,” she teased him back.

That earned her a big smoochy kiss on her cheek, like the ones they were always shared at home.

“Ex-wife,” Daemon remarked, walking into the kitchen, carrying a big box, glaring at them, though not doing more than that.

It made him curious as he moved with a pan to make his crème bastard.

Did he know?

Because as far as Harwin knew, Laenor had never come out in a big official way. Before he explicitly told him he was gay - with all the words - he just thought he was bisexual!

Maybe Daemon thought he was bisexual.

He smirked a bit to himself. It would do good to Daemon to feel a little bit of jealousy. A little bit of healthy competition wasn’t bad - even if that was just in his head.

"You never let me forget it," Laenor quipped, cutting his lemons, and Harwin walked to his side as Rhaenyra and Daemon exchanged a long kiss, getting the eggs from the egg basket.

Daemon picked up the box he had left on the counter and placed it into one of the fridges, still sealed.

"I'll go check on the kids and get done with the bacon pie," he told her. "Did they have lunch?"

"Forty minutes ago," she told him. "Can you help them brush their teeth?"

“Of course,” he agreed.

He left and Harwin elbowed Laenor on the side, separating the yolks and whites.

“Does he know?” he whispered.

His friend frowned, confused, and Harwin glanced back at Rhaenyra.

“You know,” he insisted. “That you and Rhaenyra could never, ever, ever…”

Laenor laughed, and when they glared at her, she was looking at them a bit confused.

“I like to keep him keep guessing,” he confessed, done cutting the lemons. “You never know when her ex-husband can swipe her off her feet again.”

Harwin chuckled. Hopefully Daemon trusted Rhaenyra enough that he didn’t think of that too much. It would be a shame.

They separated to do their own things, and he had to bat Rhaenyra’s hand away when she tried to poke her finger into the hot cream, like she would do before.

“If you want to be helpful, then get me the blueberries, please,” he requested. “They are in the fridge.”

Harwin made lots of the dessert - according to Rhaenyra, Rhaenys and Corlys were coming over, and a few of Luke's friends, so he made enough for thirty people. Rhaenyra loved that dessert, so he knew any excess was going to be welcomed anyway.

Rhaenys and Corlys arrived when he was helping setting up the table, a mix of Christmas and birthday foods, and he had a bit of time to clean up before everyone joined the group for the party, and he was surprised when Luke all by dragged him the moment he stepped down the stairs to a group of boys he had never seen before.

"Okay, so, this is my other dad," he told them, looking excited and proud. "His name is Harwin Strong and he is a fencing champion."

Harwin smiled, feeling very warm and happy.

"Nice to meet you," he looked at the boys.

"Papa, this is Clement Stauton," he pointed at a short blonde boy, then a pair of brown haired boys. "And Amons and Raylon Bracken."

He nodded to them.

"Wait, he the one who gave you dirtbike?" Raylon asked, his Valyrian accent very thick, looking impressed. "Cool!"

Harwin smiled, patting his son's back.

"Well, I knew he really wanted one," he told them. "And that he will be very responsible with it."

Luke smiled largely.

"Of course," he agreed. "I'm very responsible."

He was left to chuckle.

At 15? Sure.

"Alright," he messed Luke's hair a little. "I hope you all have fun tonight. I'm pretty sure Luke got some cool video games to show to you."

That seemed to get them very excited, and he knew Laenor would brag about being right when he set up the TV room for their gaming.

When he walked back, Rhaenyra was coming down the stairs, looking simply gorgeous in a silver dress, and Daemon seemed to notice it, because he was very quick to welcome her and swipe her off her feet in a movie-like kiss.

Gods, she was gorgeous.

He was almost jealous when she saw Luke and kissed him all over his round cheeks, making him blush pink as they spoke something in Valyrian.

It was hilarious, however, to see the boys' reaction. The boys were all pretty much drooling when she she hugged them affectionately.

"Hey," he tapped Laenor on the shoulder when he reached his side. "Look."

His friend did, and chuckled.

"Oh, yeah. All of his friends crush on her," he told them. "Or on Baela. On or Rhaena. On Daemon too."

He chuckled.

"I called it," he reminded him. "Remember when the boys got into school?"

Laenor finally seemed to remember, laughing a bit.

"Hey, anyone could have called that the boys' friends would crush on their mum," he pointed out. "It's Rhaenyra, come on."

In that he was right. Rhaenyra was the most beautiful woman Harwin had ever met in his life.

They started sharing food a bit after that, and Corlys and Rhaenys made small talk with him during it - they were planning on visiting Essos after this, doing a little bit of a tour or something for their extended Valentine's day holiday.

It was very nice to see a couple that'd been together for so long still finding ways to make life romantic and fun.

They set up a phone for Viserys - Rhaenyra's father - and two of his kids to watch it, the girl and the younger boy, who were both at his house when they set up to sing happy birthday.

When the cake was placed on the table, Harwin was surprised to find it decorated with pictures of the family. All of the family, even including a photo of him playing with Luke when he was smaller, pretending he was an aeroplane, and another with him over his shoulder just a few days ago, after his son had flicked him in their fencing.

Oh.

Harwin didn't even know Rhaenyra had pictures of the kids with him.

They sang happy birthday, and he tried not to look too stupid as he pretended to sing in Valyria with them, too emotional now from seeing how everyone was working so hard in including him in everything.

"Happy birthday, Luke!" Rhaenyra's sister's celebrated happily. "We can't wait to see you next Summer!"

When one of the boys - Raylon - said something in Valyrian, it was Jace who turned around and poked him, saying something harsh with 'muña' and 'daor', and he knew he was talking about the girl.

Rhaenyra took no time in devouring the cream and blueberries he had made, getting a cup for herself as soon as they were set on the table, and he could see Daemon holding another portion just waiting for her to finish the first.

They were a good pair, and were honestly raising the kids very well.

He could see why she was so happy.

Gods, he needed to find himself a girlfriend.

"Papa!" Joff called. "Papa, help."

He turned to look at his son, and he was trying to reach the end of the table to get a cup for him too, and he could see Laenor and Daemon had also seeing.

Still, the two just nodded and pointed with their chin at him, and Harwin moved over, picking the cup and spoon for him.

"Thank you," his boy celebrated. "The table is s…"

He stopped himself and looked at it, then at Harwin, making a gesture with his hand, raising it as to something tall.

“Tall?” he suggested. “Like the opposite of short?”

Joff nodded.

“Tall,” he agreed. “Thank you!”

He smiled.

“You can ask for whatever you want.”

Joff nodded, eating his good very happily.

“Mum said you have snow!” he told him. “In your home!”

“I do,” he agreed. “Do you want to see it?”

“Can I?” he asked, sounding very excited. “I want to see the snow!”

Harwin smiled.

“I’m sure we can talk to your mama and schedule a visit.”

The room filled with the sound of music as he did, and he could see the kids already moving to the sound of it, a bit dorky but looking like they were having fun.

He was surprised when Luke didn’t even stay with his friends, rushing to the twins and taking one to dance by her hand.

Gods, he knew that face. He absolutely knew that face.

Luke looked like a puppy in love!

He sat down, and Joff leaned onto him, dancing on his own feet as he ate excitedly, and Daemon twirled Rhaenyra in the centre of the room as they joined the kids, looking like they were just out of some classic film, exhaling love in each step of them.

Joffrey - the adult - sat down by his side with a slice of pie.

“Not a dancer?” Harwin looked at him.

“Maybe later,” he shrugged. “Laenor is dacing with Baela. It reminds him of the times he would dance Laena.”

Yes, he could see that.

“So, what do you think?” Joffrey asked him. “Family holidays, hm?”

Harwin smiled.

“You know what… it went nicer than I thought it would,” he confessed.

His friend moved to him, putting his arm around his shoulder and giving him a squeeze.

“Welcome to the family,” Joffrey told him.

And for the first time in his 16 years tangled with the Targaryens and Velaryons, it finally felt real.

“Thanks,” he smiled. “I like it here.”

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hey girl, idk if you're still doing the xmas prompts, if yes, I'm thinking thots about Harwin/reader (what a surprise) and “I’ll let you sit on my knee.” one because...yeah 🥲 I loved the previous one so here I am again simping for our man sgshsjskjsk

Simping for Harwin?

This guy:

Can’t relate…. I’m lying, you know I’m lying….

I am so sorry this took me a while. I was sick and then I got distracted and... My bad. Totally my bad.

But I hope this is worth the wait.

Warning: contains some smut, ie: fingering

You had been on your feet all day. The holiday celebrations were in full swing and it seemed like there was a million things to do and instead of getting smaller the list just kept getting bigger. You barely heard the door open and the footsteps of your adoring husband, Harwin as he walked into the room.

“What? No welcome home kiss?” he asked softly.

You startled and turned around. He was standing behind you wearing the red Santa suit his work had gotten for him. You laughed as you looked at him. He had taken off the pillow he had stuffed under there hours before. He smiled and walked over to her.

“Come on, don't you have a kiss for Santa?” he asked.

You laughed. “You brought clothes with you to change,” you said as you wrapped your arms around him.

He smiled. “I did but then I thought about how we could play a little,” he said as he pressed his lips to yours.

You kissed him back and smirked a little. Your fingers played with his curls. “I don't know how I feel about that,” you said.

“Come on,” he kissed along your jaw, “I'll let you sit on my knee,” he whispered in your ear.

The tone he used, low and deep, immediately turned you on. You sighed and moaned slightly and felt Harwin smile more against your skin.

“Okay,” you whispered.

You squealed as he lifted you up so your feet dangled above the floor. He carried you further into the room and by the fireplace. He sat in the chair and sat you on his knee. You laughed as he kissed you again, his lips pressed against yours. You felt his hand push up your dress and caress your knee.

“So,” he whispered as he pulled his lips from yours, “what would you like for Christmas?” he asked softly.

You looked into his blue eyes and smiled. “Hmm, I had not given it much thought,” you whisper as you feel his hand run higher up your leg.

“Well, if you had to say one thing, what would you want?” he whispered as he placed soft kisses on your jaw.

Your eyes fluttered close and a moan escaped your lips as his fingers reached your inner thigh. His fingers teased and traced a trail closer to your core and back down again. You felt him smile against your jaw as he kissed lower down your neck.

“Well,” you started, “first, I would ask for a certain husband of mine to not hog the blankets on the bed,” you said.

Harwin sighed. “I have told you before, you have me to keep you warm, why do you need blankets?” he asked as his fingers moved higher up, they pulled on your panties feeling the wet spot there. “All they do is cover your beautiful body from my eyes.”

You sighed and bit your bottom lip to stop another moan from escaping as Harwin's fingers moved your panties aside and stroked your folds that were covered in your slick. Harwin nipped at your ear lobe.

“Do not hold in your moans, love, I want to hear them,” he whispered. “Now, what else do you want for Christmas?” he added.

“I would also like you to finally hang that painting I love,” you answered sighing and moaned as he slipped a finger inside of you.

Harwin hummed and added another finger inside of you. You moaned and buried your face in his curls pulling him closer. Harwin stroked you slowly with his fingers, fucking you by pumping them in and out. You clenched your walls around his fingers wanting more, needing more. Harwin pulled his head away from your neck and pressed a kiss to your lips as his thumb began to rub your clit.

“I promise to do that in the morning,” he muttered as he kissed you over and over and over.

All you could do was whimper against his lips as you felt him slid his fingers deeper inside of you and crook them in a certain way as he stroked that pleasure spot inside of you. His thumb rubbed your clit in slow lazy circles as the coil in your stomach tightened and your legs began to tremble.

“Anything else?” he asked softly as he nipped your lips.

You moaned and hummed as his fingers brought you closer and closer to the brink. You nuzzled your nose against his and breathed in his woodsy scent with the hint of cinnamon. You ached to have his cock but for the moment all you could focus on was his fingers giving you pleasure.

“My love, anything else you want?” he asked again smiling as he knew exactly what his fingers were doing to you.

“You,” you managed to breath out as the coil tightened more and more. You gripped his suit tightly in your hands pulling him closer. He smiled and pressed his lips against yours. “I want your cock,” you answered.

Harwin laughed and kissed you again. You moaned his name as the coil finally broke and pleasure washed over your body. Your eyes fluttered closed and you sighed into Harwin's mouth. Your whole body trembled so several moments and your walls clenched around his fingers as he continued to stroke you through your climax. You slumped against him and he kissed you again and again.

“Just my cock then?” he asked teasingly.

You smacked his chest but your hit barely had any strength behind it. You opened your eyes and looked at him shaking your head. You felt him slip his fingers from you. You watched as he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. You whimpered.

“Take me to bed now,” you ordered.

“Whatever my wife desires,” he answered as he held you close and stood with you in his arms bridal style. He winked at you. “Now, aren't you happy you sat on my lap.”

You laughed and pressed a kiss to his lips. You would never admit it, but you were happy you sat on his lap.

You were happy for him.

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Devotion And Desire chapter 4

Hawrin Strong Fic-Chapter 4- I Feel Like a Person For A Moment Of My Life

Summary:

Nymeria's relationships are growing stronger, shes building up her life here at Kingslanding.

Nymeria was a bundle of nerves and excitement; she could see Rhaenyra’s eye on her as they walked over to the dragon pit. The dragon roared loudly, causing Nymeria to flinch, and instantly grabbed Rhaneyra’s hand, and the Princess squeezed the girl’s hand in reassurance.

“Don’t worry, be fierce like a dragon.” Nymeria had the words wash over her, reminding her of her heritage. She whispered to Nymeria’s ear, causing the girl to shiver at her lips gracing her ear and her words washing over her, bustling her in confidence.

You have the blood of a dragon.

You are a dragon.

yet…

You are the screams of the child running from a dragon.

You are the warriors out to kill a dragon.

She shook her head, biting her lip, she was a dragon, and she will get to see one up close and personal for once, not out of fear but out of love and curiosity. Syrax looked over at the Dornish girl with a bored look in her eye; they watched each other as Nymeria raised her hand to pet her scaly skin. Syrax gave out a loud noise before resting her head on the ground, causing Nymeria to gasp loudly; her fingers trembled slowly, stopping as she kept petting her. Her heart pumped loudly and roughly against her chest, and the blood was rushing into her ears temporarily, causing her deafness as Rhaneyra whispered to her.

“Let’s go for a ride.” Rhaneyra’s squeezed Nymeria waist; as the girl turned to look at her with wide eyes, Rhaneyra giggled loudly. “You trust me?” She said, climbing up on her dragon, now turning to look at Nymeria with a smirk.

“Of Course I do, but-‘

“So let’s go for a ride.” She put her hand out for Nymeria to grab as the girl looked at her with furrowed eyebrows.

“If I fall off, Darvos will be livid,” Nymeria said, grabbing her hand and gently placing her foot on the dragon, pushing herself up with Rhaneyra’s pulling her up.

“You’re not falling off my gods, and Darvos is livid now.” She joked as Nymeria laughed with her. “Don’t be scared and hold onto my waist tightly. Here use this strap; it’s extra to hold you in.”

Nymeria quickly strapped herself close to Rhaneyra, smelling the perfume in her hair invading her senses as she wrapped her arms around her waist. Nymeria put her head in the crook of Rhanyera’s neck, causing her to giggle.

“Nymeria, you smell of spice and what I imagine love is.” She said before kicking off, causing Nymeria to let out a sudden scream.

Nymeria was not expecting to be soaring off to the sky so quickly. Her eyes instantly shut as she wrapped her arms tighter around the girl’s waist Rhaneyra laughed so loud that you heard it over the wind. This was the first time ever Nymeria had felt Rhaneyra be so happy, as Nymeria was holding on to dear life.

For the first time in Nymerias life, she felt freedom; she slowly opened her eyes to see the sky pasting her and the cool air hitting her face. Rhaneyra’s warm body pressed up against her, nymeria’s hands intertwined, and her arms pressed harshly against Rhaneyra’s waist. She allowed her body to ease a little before glancing around, seeing now the sea, looking dark but calm below them. The sky was still light blue from the early noon, and the sun gave them warmth as if blessing them for their time and bond. Nymeria smiled, pressing her lips to Rhaneyra’s cheek, feeling them rise as the girl smiled.

“Are you happy, Nymeria?” Rhaneyra asked as the girl rubbed her nose against her cheek.

“With you? Yes.” She said, causing Rhaneyra to blush as she moved back into her chest.

The girls felt deep for one another and couldn’t wait to spend their days together. The pair flew around the sky together, blissful and enamored within this moment. A bonded forming grew stronger by the day as their loneliness connected them into a team.

“We are riding to Dragonstone.” The Princess said with a smile. “We can eat and rest for a bit.”

“You didn’t want to eat with your father?” Nymeria asked her with curiosity burning at every word; the Princess sighed.

“No, I needed to escape.”

Nymeria nodded against her before giving her another kiss. “And escape we will.”

Flying in the sky made Nymeria understand why the Tarygaryen’s felt they were close to gods and why the people would think that. There is a power to being high in the sky, to see clouds burst into nothing as you fly through them. As the birds look over at you, almost in wonderment and fear. To look down at others, seeing them gaze up at you in the same treatment. It was no wonder they were gods.

The landing was smooth as butter, and Rhaneyra let Nymeria get off first, with the help of the dragon keeper for Nymeria. They smiled over at her as she smiled back; Rhaneyra didn’t tell anyone they would be there, so she was sure her king’s guard was highly upset with her. Nymeria didn’t care; she knew Rhaneyra needed to be away from them all. She needed peace for one day.

“Do you need rest from the ride?” Rhaneyra asked the girl with a smile on her face.

“No, but I do think we need baths,” Nymeria said back to Rhaneyra as they laughed.

“You remind me of Mum.” She whispered, pulling the petite girl into her, embracing her fully. They swayed together as they held onto one another.

“I’m sorry if it hurts,” Nymeria whispered as the Princess laughed briefly before pulling away from the girl.

“No.” She said with tears in her eyes. “It’s a good thing.” She nodded. “Now, let’s get some baths.”

Nymeria sat in her bath water, knowing she wouldn’t smell of Dorne. They wouldn’t have the same customs or smells. She knew she was embracing a culture different from hers, and her hair might have a light frizz from the oils she needed for her curls, but it was one day. She sighed deeply into the warm waters against her skin. She knew embracing a new culture would not erase her own, but she knew her family would wonder. If she stayed here, would she erase everything she knew of her own self? She looked over at the face bowl; she would wash her face in rose water and knew nothing would be different.

Leana had some clothes left here, and they were very similar in size. She wasn’t helped into her clothes as she would be with Cedra. There weren’t a lot of workers here as it was just Daemon who lived here, but he wasn’t there when they arrived. From what Rhaneyra told Nymeria, her father had banished Daemon from Dragonstone. Every time she had asked the Princess why she never gave an answer… until now.

As the girls sat at the table eating their food, Nymeria asked again why Daemon was banished.

“Well…” Rhaneyra said, sighing. “If I tell you what happened, you cannot rush to anyone to say.”

“I would never,” Nymeria said over to her, sounding as if she was giving an oath.

“Come closer; I do not want the others to hear.”

Nymeria nodded as she grabbed her goblet, sitting closer to Rhaneyra so their words could be in whispers. She felt her arm so close to priciness, the warmth radiant off of her. Nymeria kept eye contact with Rhaneyra as she looked like it was a struggle to get the words out.

“Daemon took me out to flea bottom to show life with freedoms and how the people will see me as a queen.” Nymeria did not say a word. “And well, he wanted to show me that sex could be pleasurable, but then he left me at a whorehouse naked and did not touch me. He ran off to be with some whore.”

“How dare he,” Nymeria said with fire in her eyes. “How dare he even compare even touch your skin, your lips than touch a whore.” She almost spits out.

“I do not wonder what my uncle thinks.” She said her words, full of hurt. “But I came home, and Criston Cole was there, and I always had eyes for him. So I lost my maidenhood to him” Her words were so low it was growing hard to hear.

“Ser Criston Cole?” Nymeria whispered equally as low. “The man that is now at Queen Alicent’s side?”

“Yes, it was a mistake.” She told Nymeria, “he wanted me to be a commoner and live with him.”

“You have a duty to do; you are the heir.”

“I told him that.” She said, now drinking out of her goblet. “But he does not understand; he is of a simple mind.”

“What a fool.”

“So I was forced to marry Lenaor.” She said, shaking her head. “my father heard words from Otto.”

“Then why is he the hand?” Nymeria said, looking over at Rhaneyra with a look of confusion. “If he spreads whispers of rumors against you now, he has to be dealt with. He needs to have his tongue cut.”

Nymeria’s eyes were fire-filled, and Rhaneyra smirked at the girl. “Father would-“

“He will listen; you are the apple of his eyes, my Princess, as you are mine. Get rid of Otto, he is Alicent ally, and he already speaks ill of you. He will do more harm than good.” She said over to Rhaenyra, and the girl nodded her head.

“I love this.” She said, now grabbing the back of the girl’s neck. “You’re so beautiful.”

“As are you.” Nymeria smiled back at her, and their lips were pressed against each other.

Nymeria knew the maids could see, the workers would see them, but she didn’t care. She loved Rhaneyra wholeheartedly; she would do anything for her. She would kill for her and die for her, and she knew Rhaneyra would do the same.

Dinner was made as they walked back to Rhaneyra’s bed chambers with their hands intertwined.

The movement was heavy with heat, with love for one another. They knew they were going down a path they would never come back from, but Nymeria didn’t care; she wanted it as much as Rhaneyra. As soon as the door closed, Rhaneyra pushed her petite girl against the door, with her body and lips again on her. Devouring her, loving her, Nymeria pressed her hands on the Princess’s back, wanting more of it.

Dressed were being peeled apart from one another, their hands softly and gently touching one another, feeling the softness of another skin. Rhaneyra pushed Nymeria softly onto the bed as the Dornish girl now giggled over to her, her cheating moving up and down, breathing heavily as she watched Rhaneyra’s skin blushing red, her chest red with warmth. Nymeria looked over at the girl, and she did the same. The pinks to the browns both looked beautiful to each other, and Nymeria wanted her touch even more. She moved up to her elbows, now kissing her Princess’s breast, letting the Princess sigh.

“You are so beautiful.” She murmured against her breast, now letting her mouth go around her nipple to suck, and the Princess gasped loudly. “Nymeria.” She whispered in a moan, her hands wrapped in the white curls.

Nymeria looked over the Princess as her cheeks were ruddy and the bridge of her nose the same color. She sighed loudly, letting her head fall back, before mustering her head up, pushing Nymeria off, and now forcefully shoving her on the bed. Her hands wrapped around Nymeria’s wrist, and her legs opened to let Rhaneyra between them.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” Rhaneyra said, looking over her before giving her a slight chaste kiss on her lips, before moving her lips down to her neck, down between her breast, her hands still wrapped around Nymerias wrist. She glanced up at Nymeria, seeing her watch her, and she put her lips over her nipple, now sucking, causing Nymeria to gasp loudly. They watched each other, but Nymeria’s eyes slid shut when it felt too good. Rhaneyra smirked, tugging at her nipple gently, and Nymeria felt wet. Rhaneyra smoots the pain with her tongue, both moving down the rest of her body.

“You’re so small and pretty. So enticing, and you smell so good.” She praised her as she kissed between every word.

Nymeria looked down to see the Princess, the fucking Heir now between her legs, and she felt herself growing more aching at the minute. She needed Rhaneyra, she wanted her, and she would get her. Rhaneyra smiled up at Nymeria almost deviously and quickly put her mouth on her lips, licking deeply inside of her, causing the girl to cry out.

Rhaneyra was hungry for the girl, devouring her, now letting her wrist go to put her hands on her waist and hold her down. She slipped two fingers inside the girl and instantly causing her to cry out. Nymeria cried out, feeling her suck, and fuck her with her mouth and fingers.

“Oh, my gods, Rhaneyra.” She moaned wantonly, just allowing the Princess to control her.

Rhanerya was her first touch, her first love, and her to bring her pleasure.

“please, I -“

“I know.” Rhaneyra pulled away before going back into licking her.

Her tongue was tantalizing, her lips, her voice rough with passion with lust, her eyes glazed in a haze, the mouth-watering noises, Nymeria gasps and whine music to Rhaneryas ears. It was enough to drive Nymeria to the edge as she cried out, her legs tight around the Princess’s head.

Rhaneyra pulled away now, looking at the girl a mess on the bed, smiling over at her now, licking her lips.

“I love you, Nymeria,” Rhanerya said, her lips pressed against her cheek. “I would be so alone if it weren’t for you.”

Nymeria opened her eyes, looking over at the Princess with love in her eyes; she smiled over at her.

“I would be so lost without you,” Nymeria whispered back, cupping the Princess’s face. “I need to make love to you.”

“No, it’s fine.” She said with a smile. “You got me later.” She winked, and the girl giggled over to her.

They laid in the back for so long, too long to the point that Rhaneyra’s guard came from her and made the pair return to the red keep. He bowed his head, watching the girls walk off under the eyes of Alicent and Criston Cole’s side eyes. Everyone saw them giggling with each other and pressed so close, and Nymeria saw Harwin smirking over at her, and she smiled back at him. Rhaneyra followed Nymeria’s eyesight and perked an eyebrow at him.

Nymeria was so tired from the dragon ride, from the love from Rhaneyra she almost forgot bout Harwin. Before she knew her eyes were closed in her bed, she was rising before dawn to meet with him. She yawned loudly as she felt Cedra’s hands wrapping her in clothes for a morning dewy ride.

“My lady, you are so tired. Do you think it wise to ride?” Cedra whispered over to the girl as she wafted her hand in dismissal.

“I can make a tea to raise me.” “Please bring me winder ash, pepper, and some water,” she said with a yawn as Cedra sighed in disapproval.

“Yes, my lady.”

Nymeria was known as a healer, as her brother would get hurt so often that Nymeria found herself reading and being by the side of healers to watch what they did. She often wonders if she could be a healer herself. She knew how to clean a wound, care it up, and remove head pains. The girl quickly mixed her ingredients before drinking it soon before she gagged.

“See Cedra, now I am up.”

“Yeah, you just had to almost vomit for it.” She teased the girl as she rolled her eyes back at her.

Nymeria was late; she could tell by how the sky was changing. She quickly ran through the red keep with eyes on her; she dashed that she almost collided with Harwin, reaching the horse stable. He laughed, holding onto her, stopping her from hitting him.

“I thought you forgot about me.” He said with a warming smile, making Nymeria’s heart flutter.

“I could never.” She said back to him with a smile, and he nodded over to her words. “Shall we ride?”

“Indeed, my lady.”

Nymeria walked into the horse stable with Harwin by her side as StarFyre greeted the pair loudly. Nymeria ran over to her house with a smile; she petted him as he rubbed his face into her hand.

“He loves you,” Harwin said as she smiled at him.

“And I’ve had him. We were both babes.” She pets lovely to StarFyre as he smiles over at her. “Such a pretty and wonderful boy….want to go for a ride?”

He reposed back with his head nodding and loudly neighs to them. Harwin smiled at the pair as she shook her head back to the horse; she looked at Harwin with a smile.

“Now, I hate to be a burden.” She said to Harwin, “But how do I take him out? Usually, where we live, we have space for him to roam that’s not so confided like this.”

“Of course.” He said over to her. “Will he allow me to touch him?” Harwin asked over to Nymeria as she nodded her head over to him.

“He’s a sweet boy.”

“Hopefully, not a jealous one.”

Harwin cautiously greeted Star Fyre as Star Fyre looked over to Nymeria as if to ask if he was worthy of my touch. Star-Fyre was rather picky to anyone touching him, which made sense to Nymeria why he was so locked up here, but she knew until she had her own place to rest, she would have to follow the rules and safety of the people of this kingdom. She nodded to the horse, and he finally allowed Harwin to work on releasing him.

Nymeria watched Harwin back, gazed at how big it was, and wondered how many muscles were under there as she worked gently with the horse, which caused Nymeria’s heart to soar. A man of his build was gentle with beings deemed weaker or even seen as property. She knew his man may his name was break bones, was soft at heart, and she wanted to be why he was gentle with her. To treat her the same as he does her horse.

She embraced Star Fyre when he was finally free and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, hugging him. Harwin smiled over at them as she kept him close to her body before pulling away from the beast.

“See, he is sweet.”

“I truly believe he is only sweet for you, my lady,” Harwin said with a smile. “And I do not blame him.”

Her cheeks turned ruddy at his words, and he smiled more considerably seeing it. He helped her on her horse though he was sure she didn’t need the help, but she accepted anyway. He walked beside her as they walked to his horse.

“You seem to be enjoying your time here,” Harwin said over to the girl as she looked at him.

“When I am by Rhaneyra’s side, I enjoy my time.” She said to him with a soft smile. “She is a pleasure to be around and truly a beautiful woman.”

“I have only seen her in passing, but I cannot deny her beauty.” He said over to Nymeria with a smile.

“Yes, she is the realm’s delight; she shines bright as the biggest star in the sky.”

“I think I can say someone else shines a bit brighter.” He said, now looking at Nymeria with adoring eyes as she smiled at him.

“Flatter.” She teased as he tipped his head over.

“I only speak in truths.” He said as she smiled at him. “Ah, here is my horse.”

“So….shall we race?” She smirked over at him as he barely got on his mount, and she was off.

“Cheater!” he called out after her before clicking his heels to his horse.

She was glad they had both woken up at dawn; there weren’t many people out as they raced around the grounds before rushing out towards the woods. Harwin wasn’t far off, as she held close to her horse as he jumped over sticks and watched out for boulders. She knew Star Fyre was fast, but she did. Harwin held back a bit so she could win over him. She would call out his farce once they found a resting place.

Nymeria found a spot on a tree by a river bank; she loved how the water calmed her down and that Star Fyre needed a break. She leaned on the tree as she pulled at a satchel to bring out a very late breakfast to eak their fast for the morning. Harwin finally found her spot as he playfully glared at her.

“You cheated.” He said with a laugh as he came off his horse. “I thought your horse was the fastest horse in the land.”

“And You slowed down; also, Star Fyre IS the fastest.” She stuck her tongue out at him, and he laughed.

“You call out, my honor.” He said, now placing his hand on his heart. “I am hurt.”

“Oh hush, come and sit. I am sure you are ravished after your defeat.”

He laughed, sitting next to her, and she felt her cheeks burn up. He was so close he almost made her look like a dwarf compared to him. She handed him some fruits and bread, with only the water she had brought.

“You prepared for our breakfast?” He asked, looking at her as he bit into an apple, as she looked down.

“Well, all my horse rides tend to be long.” She told him, “My brother and I would ride for hours and have to find our own food. Our father would be livid.”

“You do have the blood of a dragon.” He teased her as she smiled at him, feeling accepted. “You dragon borns are so restless.”

“You like them restless.” She teased as he smirked.

“Just one.”

“I wonder who that could be.” She teased.

“Yes, I wonder too… couldn’t be the one with the skin kissed by the sun and the hair blessed by the gods themselves, her lips soft and pillowy ready to be kissed all night long.” He smirked now.

“She sounds beautiful.”

“She is.”

She looked over at Harwin as he looked over to her, and she felt the same sudden pull for him as she did for Rhaneyra; she wanted to kiss and devour him. She wanted to feel his skin pressed against hers, and she walked him to love her as she could love him. She almost moved in to kiss his lips, but she stopped.

“Your family-“He started to say, looking away from her now. “Would they make you pick a suitor the night of the wedding? So many are coming from the lands to see it?”

“I am having a feast.” She reminded him. “So I think it would be that night, if anything.” She said to him with a shoulder shrug.

“Oh yes, I forgot about the feast.” He smiled. “I should meet your parents then; what are they like?”

“Hm… Father? Proud man, strong, tall, dark, a warrior mindset. He is rather smart; he can sense anything from a mile away. Loves his family dearly and does anything to protect them. Was rather heartbroken when my mum died.” She said, shrugging her shoulders. “And my brother, I am sure you met.”

“Davros, yes, we’ve spoken.”

“Oh, have you?”

“Yes.” He smiled. “I heard you have a sister.”

“Yes, a brat.” She teased. “She is rather beautiful and is very opinionated. She is very much from Dorne.”

“Ah, I see.” He nodded his head. “And your father remarried, I assumed.”

“Yes, you are right, but in Dorne, you could have bastards, and no one cares, but he did remarry; I love her; she is charming, but she’s a strong woman. She knows what she wants, and I learned much from her.”

“I’m sorry you lost your mother.” He said as she looked at him with a sad smile.

“I am too, but I am not the only one who lost a mother, so we have to live on in their memory.” She grabbed Harwin’s hand softly, clasping it as he smiled, moving his fingers to intertwine their fingers.

They didn’t speak for a beat, almost remembering their own mothers, before Nymeria sighed.

“My father loves protectors.” She said, looking at him as if she was giving him a clue, and he nodded.

“Well, you are to be protected.” “You are a gem in this world, and you will be protected.” he smiled at her, brushing a curl out of her face, causing her to look down away from him, but he pushed her face up with his calloused fingers to make her look at him.

She bit down on her lip, and she could see him look at her lips as she looked back up at him. She wanted so badly to kiss him, but they couldn’t.

“And he loves loyalty.” She said to him. “And I am loyal to the heir, and he would be too.”

“As am I.” Harwin said. “and I will always be.”

He knew what she was asking him, and she smiled at him, now trying so hard to kiss him against the tree.

“I can’t wait till you meet Father.”

The sky started turning brighter, and they knew they had to return before rumors were said about them. Nymeria didn’t care because she wanted Harwin to ask her hand in marriage, but she knew Harwin was honorable and wouldn’t try to ruin his name. They didn’t race back as they enjoyed each other company and the horse rides before, and she knew she wanted more time with him, but he had duties, and so did she.

“Morrow…shall we meet?” He asked as they returned to the grounds, and she smiled at him.

“I would love that.” He nodded his head over to her.

“See you, my lady,” he said with a smile as he turned his horse back to his home, and she turned to bring Star Fyre back to her stable.

Her heart was filled and happy; she couldn’t imagine her life differently.

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Harwin Strong*Take Care of You

Pairing: Harwin x Princess!reader

Summary: Harwin Strong is in charge of making sure the princess is taking care of and he takes his job very seriously  

Word count: 2212

Warnings: soft dom, finger, p in v sex, praise, secret relationship smut 18+

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“You must eat your grace,” his low voice whispered in your ear. The day had indeed been long, starting with a dragon ride before being whisked to meet with various lords and even attending the council with your father.

Harwin was currently escorting you to the other side of the castle as you attempted to track down a particularly troublesome lords’ wife to see if she can talk sense into the man, “I shall eat later,” you said back quietly.

“You have yet to have eaten since breakfast,” he pointed out, keeping his voice low and his eyes straight ahead.

“I will tell you when I am hungry- “

“I’m not asking princess,” Harwin said cutting off your voice and making you stop in your steps to look up at him, “You will eat, and you will do so before you find Lady Beesbury. Understood?”

You glanced to where you noticed Larys Strong watching you before looking back to Harwin with a soft smile, “I suppose a quick supper is in order,” without Harwin you wondered if you would walk till your feet worn down to stubs or forget to eat till you wasted away. you were grateful for his instance as soon as you smelled the kitchens soup, but it did not mean all your tasks for the day were over.

Finally, the sky was dark, and you had been able to excuse yourself to go rest from a long day at court. After escorting you to your chambers, leaving you with a swift kiss to your cheek, Harwin had to go finish his watch for the night with the promise to visit after. However, despite promising to rest you were sat at your desk penning a letter to Dorne that your father had asked you to. You were so wrapped up in your writings you did not hear Harwin enter the room.

When his strong hand gently grabbed your shoulder, the feeling made you jump, your hand jerking and ink splattered on the parchment. “You frightened me!” you scolded him, swatting at his hand with your ink free one before trying to get the ink off of your other hand with a spare cloth.

“You’re supposed to be resting princess,” Harwin said, his voice firmer than usual.

“Its just a letter,” you murmured as you tried to clean up the ink.

Harwin’s hand moved to cover yours, stopping your frivolous attempt to save the letter, “I told you to rest,”

You chuckled lightly before looking up at him with an incredulous look, “I am a princess Harwin, I have responsibilities and duties and- “

“You are my duty, your grace,” Harwin said as he moved to kneel in front of you, taking your hands into his, ignoring how the ink stained his skin, “It is my responsibility to take care of you. I cannot do this if you don’t listen,”

“But- “you tried to protest but Harwin did not listen.

“No buts,” he said, shuffling closer, and moving his hands to rest on your hips. You sighed, your arms moving to dangle over his shoulders as he knelt before you, his head level with your chest and his eyes gazing up at you, “You will listen to me princess. Understood?” you nodded but Harwin just shook his head, “I need to hear you princess. To make sure you know how to listen,”

“Understood,” you whispered, suddenly everything else fading out of importance as you leaned down to kiss his lips softly.

One of his hands moved from your hip to your jaw, holding your face in his large hand. His other squeezed your hip, pulling you forward in your chair to be closer. Your hands slipping into his hair, tugging on the soft locks by the nape of his neck. “Wont you take off your armour ser Harwin? So, we can relax together,” you said breaking the kiss and batting your lashes at your lover.

Harwin nodded silently before standing, never taking his eyes off you. as he stared down at you, his hand still holding your face, you noticed how close he was and if not for his armour you would have reached for his skin already. Harwin only removed his hand to begin stripping off his armour, something he had done so many times it only took minutes for the metal to be laid on the floor beside your chair. Soon he was down to his undershirt and thin undergarments, a sight you had seen many times. “You’re staring,” he said, breaking you from your thoughts as he lifted your chin with two fingers to face him.

“Am I allowed to?” you asked, your eyes flickering from his broad chest to his eyes.

“As long as you behave, princess,” he said before crouching down, his face just an inch from yours, “Are you going to do as you are told?” he whispered, his lips bumping your own.

“Yes,” you whispered, desperate to lean in to close the gap but knowing better.

Harwin chuckled lowly, “Good girl,” he mumbled, butterflies twirling in your stomach, before he closed the gap. The kiss was deeper than before as his hand moved to the back of your neck, the other to your waist to suddenly pull you up from the chair and press you into his body. Your hands moved to the neckline of his shirt, tugging at it desperately as you felt his broad shoulders and firm chest.

When the kiss broke you were breathless as Harwin moved to sit in the chair you had once occupied. “Take off the dress for me,” he said, his voice deeper than before as he watched your cheeks flush. Your hands worked the strings of your dress, desperately trying to get it off. Soon it pooled around your ankle, your shift falling with it, “So pretty,” he murmured as he reached forward to touch your thighs, pulling you closer by the back of them.

Harwin opened his legs, pulling you to stand in the gap so he could gaze up and down your body. His hands went up the back of your thighs to your ass, moving teasingly slow and soft enough to make your skin shiver. He squeezed the soft flesh of your ass before grabbing your hips, pulling you to straddle his lap. You could feel his hard cock through his under garments and almost whimpered when Harwin moved your hips with his hands to grind on it.

He kissed your cheek, then jaw, then down your neck with soft scattered kisses. “Let me take care of you princess,” he whispered as he began to kiss along your collar bones. You found yourself grinding your hips down, desperate for some friction, “That’s it,” Harwin murmured, “Does it feel good?”

“Yes,” you breathed out, “More,” you begged softly.

“Be patience princess,” he said, his hands running up your sides before squeezing your breasts softly, “Good things come to those who wait and only good girls get to come,”

“Okay,” you said, your eyes closing as his fingertips began to trace your nipples making them harden under his touch. You could feel the longing in your stomach as you rubbed your slit along his clothed cock, desperate to feel it inside you already.

Harwin gently squeezed your sensitive buds while his lips worked back up your neck, kissing your jaw before lightly sucking your earlobe, “Do you want me?” his voice was husky as his breath fanned your ear.

“Yes,” you whispered, your hips almost bucking at the idea, “I need you Harwin,” was all you needed to say. His hands suddenly moved to your ass again, but you had no time to complain as he stood, holding you against his chest as he did. You yelped slightly, your hands instinctively going around his neck.

Harwin carried you the short distance to the bed, gently laying you down on the soft fabric. Harwin lay over you, kissing your lips softly and one of his hands trailed down your body, exploring it slowly before moving over to hold your cunt. your breath caught as his fingers slowly trailed up your slit. “So wet for me,” he praised, kissing your lips softly.

He continued running his fingers between your folds, fingers ghosting over your clit only making you want him more. Your hands moved to tangle in his hair as your lips moulded together which acted to muffle the moan as his fingers began to tease your entrance. Slowly he pushed two of his fingers in, stretching you out perfectly.

Your hips bucked, desperate for him to speed up, but Harwin wanted to do this right, “Patience,” he chastised again, “If you don’t start listening, I’ll leave,” he warned while his fingers began to curl inside you making you whimper.

This time he moved to kiss around your chest, squeezing one breast with his spare hand. You moaned when you felt his lips secure around your nipple, sucking it softly and teasing the bud with his teeth while he began to trace the other with his finger. You could feel a knot bubbling in your stomach, and it tightened when he moved his thumb to rest over your clit, rubbing slow circles into the sensitive bud. It was hard to keep your moans quiet as he did this.

You could feel your body start to twitch as he continued his painfully slow assault on your cunt. “Please,” you whimpered softly, “I need you,”

“What do you need princess?” Harwin’s voice was hoarse as he pulled away to look in your eyes, “You can tell me,” he said, his fingers still moving inside you. “Use your words,”

“I need your cock,” you said, your voice almost a whine.

Harwin said nothing as he softly kissed your lips, only for a moment, however. You whined when you felt his fingers leave you but gasped as he moved to hover over you, gripping your hips tightly, “You want me?” he asked, his eyes scanning over your body beneath him.

“Yes,” you whined as he pulled down his undergarments, his cock looking painfully hard as it sprung free, “Please,” you whined as he held his cock, running its tip up and down your slit, “I’ll be good I promise,”

Despite already being stretched with his fingers you still gasped when he started to ease his cock into you, his tip already stretching you out. “Shh,” Harwin whispered, his eyes closing tight when he heard your soft moans, “You must be quiet princess, understand?” he asked, opening his eyes as he sunk his cock in deeper. He chuckled slightly when he saw you nod, “So good for me,” he praised, his cock sinking all the way in, “You take me so well,” he said, as he began to pull out only to thrust back in, “So fucking well,” he muttered as he began his repeated thrusts.

He started slowing at first with deliberate deep thrusts. When he felt your cunt squeeze around his cock, he almost lost control as he leaned down to capture your lips in a hungry kiss, his hips speeding up as he began to mercilessly fuck your hole.

“Feel so good,” he mumbled against your lips, his hand slipping between your bodies to find your clit, rubbing quick circles into the sensitive bud. He covered your moans with his lips, but it did not stop the tightening in your stomach.

Your hands gripped his shoulders, before starting to scratch down his back as he fucked you into the bed, the headboard beginning to bang into the wall, but Harwin no longer cared. His hands moved suddenly to grab your legs, hoisting them around his waist so he could fuck you deeper, his hand moving back to your clit as soon as he had done so.

You could feel your cunt start to squeeze around him again and the knot threatened to burst. Harwin’s head fell to the crook of your shoulder, nuzzling into your skin. You bit your lip to stop the moans, but you couldn’t stop the loud moan that came from your lips as your orgasm crashed over your body. Harwin’s hand quickly clamped over your mouth to stifle the sounds, but he did not stop his thrusts.

You felt his body tighten above you and heard the stream of obscenities that fell from his lips like a prayer, “Fuck princess I think im gonna- “he groaned as your legs tightened around his hips, pulling him in deeper. Harwin gasped, his eyes squeezing shut, as his body stiffened. You felt his seed fill you up as his movements stopped. For a moment he laid above you before almost collapsing on top of you.

Your legs moved from his waist back to the bed, your hands moving up to stroke his hair softly. Harwin’s breathing was heavy as he regained his sense before moving to lay beside you. “Are you alright princess?” he asked, scanning over your face with concern in his eyes.

“Better than alright,” you grinned, moving to curl into his side. Harwin wrapped an arm around your back, pulling you tight into your side as your head lay on his chest to listen to his heartbeat. He certainly did take care of you.

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Let’s Stay Here

warnings: fluff, not proofread, targaryen!reader, she/her pronouns used, reader is 18+

summary: having been born the second Targaryen daughter, you were used to being overlooked. however, there was one person who always had his eyes on you.

author’s note: this is purely self indulgent. I am obsessed with Harwin. also fuck house of the dragon I’ve got beef with that show now

When Rhaenyra had been named heir to the iron throne, you had been happy for her. Of course you had– you two were sisters, and although born a few years apart, you were close friends.

But with Rhaenyra’s naming, chaos had followed. Whispers in the halls of the Red Keep; sour looks from disapproving lords; passive aggressive comments from the queen.

Some days you felt as though you would explode if you remained in the castle any longer.

So, logically, you began to sneak out.

It was harmless fun at first; just seeing how long you could go without being noticed. The City Watch was relentless with their nightly patrols, and so it became somewhat of a game to evade them.

Over time, you became more bold. You would wear less to disguise yourself. You would stand closer to watchmen. A few times you even swiped trinkets and food from vendors in the street.

As all things do, however, it eventually became boring. What used to be exhilarating became mundane, and you once again ached for excitement. That excitement came in the form of one Ser Harwin Strong.

You knew who he was; his father was hand of the king, after all. And Harwin was certainly memorable by himself. You and Rhaenyra had whispered about him more than a few times before, but she had never been taken with him– not like you had.

So, when you finally spotted him one night in Flea Bottom, patrolling the streets in his armor, you couldn’t resist the urge to test your luck.

Grinning to yourself, you pulled off the torn cap barely hiding you hair and shoved it into the pocket of your trousers. With silver hair on full display, you started your trek towards Harwin.

He had his back turned to you as he walked down an empty alleyway. You cautiously approached, deciding to just walk past him to see if he would notice.

Your shoulder brushed his armor-clad one as you passed him, and instantly the knight reacted. His hand that had been resting upon the pommel of his sword gripped it, beginning to unsheathe the blade.

You just kept walking, until his startled “Princess?” stopped you.

You turned with a smile, curtsying to the knight. You saw as he tried– and failed– to mask a smile.

“Ser Harwin. Lovely night, is it not?” You spoke as if you were out for a stroll in the gardens at the keep. He shook his head, sheathing his sword and dropping his hand to the side.

“Forgive me, princess, but you shouldn’t be out here. Especially not alone.”

You hummed in agreement, nodding your head. “Would you care to accompany me, then? I’ve grown quite bored by myself. I’m sure you would provide great company.”

“Princess, I cannot– I must take you back your quarters.”

“You mustn’t. I am in need of some fresh air and excitement. My quarters have become quite stuffy as of late.”

He looked at you, and you could tell he was torn between his mischievous spirit and his duty. Deciding to make the choice for him, you took a step back.

“Well, Ser Harwin, I understand you must do your duty and return me to safety. However, I fear that you must catch me first. I hope that armor is lighter than it looks,” you teased before turning and running out of the alley. You could hear him curse and then the clanging of armor as he ran after you.

“Stop!” He called out, causing a few heads to turn as he followed you into a crowded street.

You laughed with glee as you slipped between people, turning your head every so often to catch a glimpse of Harwin’s gold cloak far behind.

As you rounded a corner, you were met with a dead end. You turned to leave, only to be met with the armor of a city watchman once again.

Looking up, you grinned as Harwin scowled.

“Hello again, Ser. It seems you’ve caught me.”

“It seems I have,” he grumbled, reaching for your arm. You willingly gave it to him, watching as his hand grasped your bicep. His grip wasn’t tight– but it certainly wasn’t lax, either.

He began to steer you back towards the castle, and you sighed. You easily could’ve evaded him longer than you had– you’d been doing it for years. However, maybe a part of you had wanted him to catch you.

Harwin had always been kind to you and Rhaenyra. He wasn’t like the other lords at court– he wasn’t fawning over your sister and vying for her hand. He was watching from afar– occasionally up close– and his focus wasn’t on her. It was on you.

“Forgive me if I speak out of turn, Princess,” he begins, and you nod your head absentmindedly. “But I cannot believe that the red keep could be so bad that you have to sneak out every night.”

You stopped, causing Harwin to tug slightly on your arm as he took another step. At your halt, he turned and looked at you with a grin.

“You can’t think you’ve gotten through the streets so safely all these years without help, Princess. I am better at my job than you think.”

“Why haven’t you stopped me before?” You questioned, resuming your walk.

“I have… noticed certain things during my time here. Certain things pertaining to you.”

“You’ve been watching me, then?” You replied, to which he chuckled.

“Everyone watches, Princess. Some more closely than others.”

“So it seems,” you responded. The two of you fell silent as Harwin steered you back towards the keep. It shouldn’t have surprised you that he led you right to the secret passage you had used to get out of the castle.

Smiling sheepishly, you removed your arm from his grasp and turned towards the passage. He bowed, giving you a quick “princess” before turning to head back towards the city streets.

“I’ll see you tomorrow night, Ser Harwin.” You called over your shoulder, causing him to stop mid-step. He didn’t turn, but you heard him chuckle as he continued on. You smiled to yourself as you watched him leave for a moment, before turning and slipping into the passage.

—

Your game continued from then on, except you weren’t the only player. You would deliberately search for Harwin, and he would always take you right back to the keep– but you two became closer as time passed. You would drag out your walks to speak to him for just a minute more. He would insist on hiding in the shadows for a moment so he could survey the nearby crowd, only so he could get closer to you in the darkness.

Eventually, you could no longer entertain your nightly trips to the streets of King’s Landing. You were being watched more closely as tensions within the castle rose. It didn’t help that Rhaenyra’s scorned suitors were now turning to you, as their first choice had been wed to Laenor. If they couldn’t have the heir, at least they could still have a Targaryen.

Your father became engrossed in finding you a match– just as he had done for Rhaenyra. Of course, you had already made up your mind on who you wished to wed.

“What are you thinking about?”

Harwin’s rumbling voice broke you from your thoughts of marriage and politics. You smiled as you rolled over in your bed to face the man beside you.

“Marriage,” you replied honestly, closing your eyes as he brushed a strand of silver hair behind your ear.

“Marriage, hm?” He spoke, his hand coming to rest on your cheek. You nodded, your eyes still closed.

“Which lucky lord shall be your husband?” He asked, and you reached your hand up, resting it atop his.

“No decision has been made yet. Perhaps a Lannister? Maybe a Baratheon?”

“You wound me, Princess,” he said, and you giggled as you opened your eyes. He was smiling at you, and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Oh, how about a Tully?”

“Truly, you have no heart,” he told you, to which you laughed. You removed his hand from your cheek, intertwining your fingers.

“Of course I wish to wed you, my love. I could not imagine marrying another.”

“The son of the hand and the daughter of the king. I’m sure the king will be thrilled,” Harwin spoke.

“The king will be thrilled to be rid of me,” you replied, shuffling closer to him. “I am a burden keeping him from focusing on his heir.”

“You,” Harwin said, “are no burden. The king is lucky to have a daughter as great as you.”

“Flattery suits you, Ser Harwin,” you giggled. He chuckled and released you hand in favor of reaching over and pulling you into his chest.

“Tell me more of how great I am.”

“That would take years, Princess,” he responded.

“I have plenty of those.”

Harwin chuckled again, a deep and soothing sound to your ears. You rested your head on his chest as he slipped his fingers through your hair.

“Let’s just stay here forever. No eyes watching. No family quarrels. Just us,” you whispered.

“Just us,” he repeated.

[aemondsbabe]

What is Owed

summary: the gold cloaks raid the brothel, you make a deal to secure your freedom

pairing: harwin strong x lyseni!reader x daemon targaryen

warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors dni!), no use of y/n, afab reader, reader is briefly described as having lyseni features (pale hair, purple eyes) but no other physical descriptors are used, mentions of sex work, reader is a sex worker, breast/nipple play, dirty talk, double penetration, piv sex, anal sex, anal fingering, regular fingering, squirting, unprotected sex, double creampie oh jeez, oral (m receiving), handjobs, hands on necks, "whore" is used both as a pet name and degradingly we love innovation, big hulking men idk, let me know if i missed anything!

word count: 7.7k

a/n: so sorry for being away! wasn't intentional, just busy with life things! but god i missed writing and i'm so happy to finally have this one done! daddies galore!

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A barely concealed sigh of disgust leaves your lips, which remain pulled into a tight, docile smile as some lord, whose name you couldn’t be bothered to remember, finally finishes over your bare chest with a beastly grunt, his hips twitching as you stroke him through it. 

Took his sweet time, you think as you rise to your feet and quickly grab one of the spare cloths stashed in the nearby vanity to wipe his spend from your chest. Depositing the cloth in a nearby basket, you take a moment to right your dress and run your fingers through your pale hair. Finally, you turn back around and eye the man still lying across the ornate chaise catching his breath. 

You glance at his trousers, still haphazardly piled on the floor, before checking him once more, smirking when you see that his eyes are still closed. Carefully, you make your way over to his trousers and kneel once more as you grab for the heap of fabric; keeping your eyes on him, you swiftly rifle through the pockets and smile triumphantly as you pull a few coins from one – one golden dragon, three copper stars, and a half-penny. 

Grinning, you toss the man’s trousers back onto the floor before quickly grabbing the small coin purse you keep tucked away beneath the chaise, way back toward the wall and covered by the ends of one of the red satin curtains that cover the windows of the brothel – the perfect hiding spot until you can move them to the more secure lock-box beneath your bed. 

“Mmph,” the lord sighs, stirring finally just as you drop the last coin into your pouch. Shoving it back beneath the chaise, you quickly rise to your feet with a placid smile just as he finishes stretching. 

“Some wine for you, my lord,” you smile, keeping your voice light and sweet in just the way the Madam likes as you offer him a goblet, “To replenish your strength.”

“Yes, yes,” the older man mumbles, paying you no mind as he busies himself with the buttons on his tunic, “Fetch me my trousers,” he commands, brushing you off with a wave of his hand. 

“Of course, my lord,” you nod, teeth gritting as you set the goblet back down before grabbing his blasted trousers with an eye roll. He all but snatches them from you with a pompous little hum, not even looking in your direction. Once again behaving as the Madam demands, you merely stand by while he redresses, hands clasped demurely in front of you as you wait to be of service once again, or, hopefully, to kindly escort him to the door. 

You don’t mind working in the brothel, not really, especially knowing that it could be much worse – you could’ve ended up as one of the many beggars that line the streets of Flea Bottom or, more dreadful still, stuck as a slave back home. It was luck, really, that brought you to the brothel in the first place, back when you were still stumbling half-blind with grief around the fish market by the docks only to be plucked up by chance by a few of the girls from the brothel. They’d brought you back here, promising that the Madam would take you in, that you’d earn great money with your exotic looks. 

One of those things had been true – the Madam was very happy to take you in. Technically, you do also make great money… for the brothel; only a small percentage is ever paid back to the workers and, for your circumstances, that just won’t do. Which is precisely why you sometimes took a little tip for yourself, especially if your client for the evening was of higher status; it’s not as if they’d miss, or even notice, a few missing coins. 

As far as you’re concerned, it’s a flawless system. 

You’re brought out of your short reverie by another sigh from the lord as he polishes off the goblet of wine you’d offered some moments ago and once more, your lips quirk up into a pleasing smile, “Leaving so soon, my lord?”

“Mm,” he merely grumbles before flashing you a lecherous grin, his yellowed teeth making your stomach turn, “Worry not, girl, I’ll be back before the tournament’s over.”

“Wonderful,” you sigh, grimacing internally as you make a half-step toward the arched doorway, “I’ll see you out.” Blessedly, the lord makes no more of a fuss and lets you lead him to the entryway, sparing you one final nod before slipping down the dimly lit street. 

You remain in the doorway for a moment more, arms crossed over your chest as you gaze outside, relishing the feel of the cool night air against your skin. After a moment, though, your eyes narrow when you realize the streets seem much quieter than usual. At this hour, there would normally be more people about – some returning from a long day of work, others already stumbling around drunk, but tonight there were only a few scattered people roaming about. 

“Strange…,” you murmur to yourself, absentmindedly running a finger over the gold chain around your neck, your fingers brushing over the small key hanging from it. Sparing a glance up at the Dragonpit looming on the nearby hill, you finally close the door with a shrug. Returning to the room you’d serviced the lord in, you glance around quickly to make sure the coast is clear before you retrieve the small coin purse from beneath the chaise, smiling at the weight of it as you carry it swiftly back to your bed, to your little lockbox, wholly unaware of the envious gaze on your back. 

“Commander on the floor!” One of the Gold Cloaks shouts as Daemon prowls into the hall, a self-righteous smirk on his lips as the drum of fists against chest plates ceases. 

“When I took command of the Watch, you were stray mongrels,” he growls, dark violet eyes surveying the men around him, “Starving and undisciplined!” 

He pauses for a second, heart pounding with the heady sensation of power as he prepares to do what his dear older brother cannot – punish. Too long have the streets of King’s Landing, of his city gone to the Seven Hells; controlled by crime and near-anarchy when they should be controlled by him, by the dread of his authority. 

“Now, you’re a pack of hounds,” his voice rises as he speaks, as he breathes life into his men, “You’re sated and honed for the hunt!”

Howls erupt around the hall, making the prince’s lips stretch into a vicious grin – his men were ready, ready to rule with the iron fist Viserys lacked. 

“My brother’s city has fallen into squalor!” He says, pacing down the room, “Crime of every breed has been allowed to thrive!”

His chainmail clinks with each of his heavy steps, pride swelling in his chest as many of the soldiers nod their heads along with him. It was true, after all, everyone knew it. Viserys may have the crown, the damned throne, but the dragonfire in his veins had run cold long ago. The blood in Daemon’s burns hot, however; centuries of power and glory fuel his fires, flowing through him like the lava in the Dragonmont. 

“No longer,” he grunts, pausing at the end of the hall, the silken cloth draped over his shoulders shining in the light of the torches lining the room as he turns to eye his men, smirking at the blood lust evident on their faces, “Beginning tonight, King’s Landing will learn to fear the color gold!”

A loud bang wakes you sometime later and you sit up with a small gasp, clutching the linen bed sheets. Whipping your head around, you can see the dark night sky still looms heavily over the city through the slats in the window – you must’ve not been asleep very long. 

Another cry from somewhere outside finally gets you moving and you quickly wrap yourself in an embroidered silk robe, tying it loosely around your waist as you move closer to the door, your ears perked at the sound of frantic whispers. Poking your head through the beaded curtain that separates the sleeping quarters from one of the hallways, you finally spot a familiar face in the dim candlelight. 

“Genna!” You whisper, waving one of the other working girls over, “What’s going on, what’s happened?”

“Gold Cloaks!” She hisses, working quickly to stuff an armful of dresses into a small bag, “They’ve gone mad, they’re rounding up damn near everyone out there!”

“Gone mad?” You echo, brows pinching together as you look toward the entrance, another muffled cry from outside catching your attention, along with the sounds of metal clanging against metal. 

Genna merely nods as she practically shoves past you to get into the room before quickly loading her bag with various perfumes, oils, and loose jewelry from one of the vanities, “One of the regulars came by, woke everyone up,” she explains as she quickly ties the bag off, “They’re taking in anyone who’s so much as nicked an apple from the market.”

Your eyes go wide at her words, head ringing as blood rushes to your cheeks. Thankfully, she seems too busy to notice you glance warily at your bed, knowing your lockbox with weeks worth of lifted coins is tucked neatly below it. 

“I’m telling you, if you’ve pocketed even one extra groat, you’re as good as dead,” She shakes her head as she slings her bag over one shoulder, “Get out while you can, yeah? I think they’re a ways away st–”

A deafening crash from the front of the building cuts her off, the both of you shrieking. Your heart pounds in your chest at the sound of men’s voices; yours and Genna’s heads swivel to face one another at the same time before you both glance at the large wardrobe in the corner of the room – big enough for someone to climb inside of. 

It seems you both have the same idea at the same time, each of you scrambling toward the cupboard. She’s a second behind you, though, her hefty bag slowing her by an instant and she yelps as you pull the wooden doors closed, pinching one of her fingers. You push yourself as far back in the cramped space as you can, trying to tuck yourself behind the hanging coats and dresses.

Finally, you stay as still as possible, chest heaving as your back presses into the wood behind you. You hear a muffled curse from Genna before she shrieks as heavy footsteps flood into the room. 

“Shut it, whore!” A guard yells and the sound of a harsh slap makes you cover your mouth with a hand. 

“Careful!” A different voice shouts as more heavy footsteps sound outside, “She’s a woman, not a shadowcat,” the new voice admonished, “Take her outside with the others, then go ahead and take the wagons to the dungeons below the Keep. No harm is to come to any of them, understood?”

“But the Commander sai–”

“I don’t give a shit what the Commander said,” the man all but growled, “I am your superior still, soldier, you take orders from me; I’ll worry about him. The night’s gotten out of hand as it is.”

“Yes, Captain,” the first man grumbles after a second. Heavy footsteps sound for an instant before Genna shrieks again, “I said shut it, whore!” The man’s voice is a bit muffled this time, further away. 

“Tell the Commander I’m searching in here!” The second voice calls out gruffly; silently, you curse. 

You hold yourself as still as possible as the muffled sounds of opening drawers and cabinets sound from outside the wardrobe, slowly but surely getting closer to you. Your heart leaps into your throat as the wardrobe doors are tugged open, yet you hold yourself still and squeeze your eyes closed, a naïve part of you hoping the soldier would just overlook you.

Of course that doesn’t happen. 

“I do see you, you know,” the gruff voice sighs, his eyes on you, “Come on, out,” he commands. 

Finally, you open your eyes and peek at him through gaps of fabric, warily taking in his appearance. Your eyes widen at his size, truly a mountain of a man, with curly dark hair and matching dark eyes, clad in metal plate armor with a familiar golden cloak around his shoulders. The look in his eyes is neutral, if not sympathetic, but you still don’t move, rooted to the spot. 

With another sigh, he shakes his head at you and beckons you forward with a wave of his hand, “Please make this easy.” 

When you still don’t move after a few more seconds, the man grumbles and reaches in, shoving past various articles of clothing until he grabs at your forearm and pulls you, stumbling, from the wardrobe. 

“Let me go!” You cry, struggling in his grasp like a fish on a line, “Let me go, damn you! I haven’t done anything!” You shriek loudly, uselessly kicking your feet as he holds you steady at arms length. 

“Easy!” The dark-haired man shouts over your screeches, “If you’ll just calm–”

“What’s this?” Another voice questions from the doorway, making both of you pause. Your eyes widen when you see the man, dressed in the same gold cloaked armor as the one holding you, though this one has purple eyes and pale white hair cascading over his shoulders, complete with a familiar face you’d seen before in the shadowy corners of the brothel, “Is that her?”

Her? You balk, glancing between the two men, They were looking for me?

The brunette stays silent for a moment, bushy brows furrowed together as he looks between you and the prince, brown eyes meeting two sets of purple, “She’s not… one of his, is she?” He asks quietly, only confusing you more. 

Prince Daemon merely chuckles and shakes his head as he traipses toward you with a smirk. “Ohh, no, definitely not,” he mutters, squeezing your cheeks in one large, gloved hand as he forces your face to lift up toward his, “No, my dearest brother would never dare betray his wife so.”

He tilts your head from side to side, studying your face carefully, before making you face him once again as the other guard keeps hold of your arm, “What’s your name, girl?”

You glance between the men, caged in between their large frames, before finally telling them, each syllable merely a whisper on your lips.

The prince repeats it with a smug smile, the sound of your name on his tongue makes your head spin. “Ah, see, just as I thought,” he smirks, a pleased twinkle in his violet eyes, “A Lyseni whore.”

The other man merely grunts, though you don’t miss the way his dark brown eyes flit over your form appreciatively. Daemon moseys around the room, eyes scanning over the row of matching twin beds lined against one wall. “Which is yours?”

“I… I don’t sleep in here, my pr–”

“Lying won’t do you any good, you know,” he smirks, “We’ve had eyes and ears all over the city for months, including here. So, I’ll ask again. Which bed?”

You hesitate, only for a moment, before nodding at the bed to the far right. Your mind reels as Daemon begins his search, Someone was spying in here? One of the other girls?

“Aha!” He says after only a moment and your heart sinks as he pulls your small wooden lockbox out from its hiding spot. He drops it down onto your bed with a gloating smirk and you glance up just in time to see one of the prince’s pale hands reaching for the key at your neck, easily tugging it off the chain as you gasp and jerk once more in the other man’s grasp. “That was a gift from my father!”

“Daemon, please,” the other man sighs tiredly, scrambling to hold you in place once more, “Was that truly necessary?”

“Don’t start with me, Strong,” the prince huffs, moving to unlock the box, “You’ve spoiled my night of fun enough as is.” A low whistle sounds from his lips as he flips open the lid, quickly shuffling through the various coins, small pieces of jewelry, and other trinkets you’ve managed to swipe. 

“Seems we got the right one after all,” the man holding your arm, the one apparently called Strong, murmurs, nodding toward you.

“Of course we got the right bloody one,” Daemon scoffs, violet eyes rolling in his head, “I only know of two Lyseni whores in this city and it certainly isn’t the other one.” 

“Mysaria!” You whisper lowly, eyes widening as puzzle pieces begin clicking together in your mind.

The prince merely laughs, looking between you and the other knight as if you’ve just told some hilarious joke. “Finally figured it out, eh?” He teases, sauntering over to where you’re still being held. 

As soon as he’s in reach, the guard holding you grabs your other arm as well, holding them both behind your back as if you’d be stupid enough to try anything against two Gold Cloaks. Even if you did manage to free yourself, what would be the point in running now? 

“Seems we have a clever whore on our hands, Strong,” Daemon drawls, grinning when you flinch as he grips your jaw, forcing your eyes to meet his once more, “And a pretty one too. You must earn enough to pay your keep, no? A little exotic flower like you is bound to get plucked at often enough.”

You wait for him to continue speaking but he doesn’t, he simply waits, eyes boring into you as if he’s trying to read your thoughts. For all you know, he can – you’ve heard whispers around King’s Landing of how the Targaryens were supposedly closer to Gods than men. 

“I suppose so, my prince,” you all but squeak a moment later, unable to bear the intense silence any longer. 

“Then tell me,” you gasp as he suddenly turns your head, directing your gaze toward the small wooden lockbox strewn open on your bed, “Why does a well paid whore need to steal? Hm?”

“I wasn’t stealing for me!” You blurt, chest heaving.

“Then why do it?” You startle slightly as the knight behind you speaks, his grip on your wrists loosening enough for you to relax some in his grasp. For someone so gruff and intimidating, there was a distinctive warmth to his voice – a soft, kind lilt. 

With a sigh, you glance between the two men before speaking, “I send it back to my family, once every other moon or so.”

“You send money to your family,” Daemon echos, purple eyes narrowed suspiciously, “In Lys, I presume?”

You simply nod, your eyes downcast as the men share a look over your head.

“Why do you need to send them money?” The Strong guard asks as he releases your arms, brown eyes watching you closely. 

“My father was a merchant,” you begin, nervously fiddling with the tie on your robe, “He would travel to Volantis a few times a year to buy the more exotic goods shipped in from cities further east, from the other side of Slaver’s Bay, to bring back to sell in Lys. He could get a better price for them at home, Westerosi ships rarely go any further than our ports and they were willing to pay more.” 

“And then, one time he left for Volantis and… never came back,” you continue, your voice only a raspy whisper as the back of your throat tightens, “We received word some months later that there had been a slave rebellion in the city and that my father had been killed in it. So, now I send money back so that my mother and siblings are able to pay for our house, because in Lys, if you can no longer afford your land you –”

“You risk becoming a slave yourself,” the brunette knight finishes, sighing sympathetically when you nod.

“How very touching,” the prince mutters, though you can see pity clouding his eyes as well. 

“Perhaps we should just let her go,” the Strong guard says after a moment, making you whip your head toward him in shock, “She isn’t a danger to anyone.”

“She may not be,” Daemon says, crossing his arms over his broad chest, “But a drunken, disgruntled lord who’s discovered his gold missing certainly is.”

The brown haired man hums thoughtfully at his reasoning and both of them eye you for a moment, silence falling over the room. 

Shifting your weight from foot to foot, you silently reason that you have two options – convince them to free you or wind up in a cell beneath the Red Keep. Being locked away simply isn’t an option, not for you, as that would mean being unable to send money to your family and although petty theft doesn’t carry the penalty of death, you know that if anything were to happen to them, you’d wish it did. 

Gathering your courage, you look between the two men, eyeing them up and down. “Perhaps,” you start, loosening the tie on your robe just enough to bare your cleavage just a bit more, “I could convince you that I’m worth much more as a free woman?” 

“Little minx,” the prince rasps, stepping toward you and grasping at your jaw once more, “Maybe you’ll prove useful after all,” he says cryptically. 

Before you have time to dwell on his words, he releases you and busies himself with quickly unbuckling his plate armor, letting the chest and torso pieces noisily clank on the floor as they fall against a pile of gold cloth. 

You gasp as Daemon grabs you by the hips and pulls you to him, pressing himself against you tightly as his rough hands roam over your soft curves. You can’t help but giggle as an appreciative grunt leaves his lips, violet eyes darkening as they meet yours. 

“Daemon,” the other guard starts with a sigh, hand resting on the pommel of his sword. 

“Come, ser Strong,” the prince growls, hastily turning you to face the brown eyed man. Your teeth dig into your bottom lip as you look him up and down, the corners of your lips quirking up into a small smile when you see the flush on his cheeks, “It would be rude to turn down what our little mouse is so generously offering, hm?” The feel of Daemon’s hands on your body makes your eyes flutter closed for just a second, only to snap back open when he roughly grabs at your breasts just as his teeth press against the column of your throat, eliciting a soft cry from you. 

“O-Oh!”

“See? Listen to that,” Daemon says, words muffled against your skin, “She likes it, don’t you?” 

You quickly nod your head yes, head clouded by the feel of the prince’s length as it presses against the small of your back, hard enough to be felt through the trousers they wear under their armor. He chuckles as he suddenly cups your center, the silky fabric of your robe pressing against your already aching flesh, and nips at your neck once more before releasing you. 

“Go,” he murmurs, giving you a gentle push toward the other knight, “Make the stubborn bore more comfortable.”

Biting your lip, you approach the man with a little grin. Standing before him, you move your hand to his shoulder, to the buckles of his plate armor. 

“Is this okay?” 

All he gives you is a curt nod, but it’s enough for you. With another reassuring smile, you pull at the leather buckles, unstrapping them one by one until he grabs at his chest plate and sets it on the floor, more gentle with it than Daemon had been. 

Pausing for a second, you cock your head to the side curiously. “I know him,” you say with a nearly bashful smile, nodding your head at the prince, “But what do I call you, Ser?”

“Harwin, my lady. Just Harwin.”

Still sensing hesitance from him, you decide to be bold and gently take one of his hands and place it on one of your breasts, peering up into his deep brown eyes all the while. Your lips turn up into a pleased smile at the low groan that rumbles from his chest and you marvel at how warm his touch is through your robe, though before you have time to linger on it further, Harwin surges forward and presses his lips against yours. 

You still for a second, not having expected such boldness from a man who had held so much back thus far. Getting your wits about you, you quickly respond in kind and move your lips with his, leaning into him a bit more as you grab at his shoulders. A pleased hum leaves your lips as his hands begin exploring you, seeming to grab and knead at any bits of you he can like he’s been starved for touch for years. 

He groans into the kiss once more when you nip at his bottom lip, prompting him to slip his tongue into your mouth, which earns a small whimper from you as one of your hands slips down from his shoulder to rest on his toned, muscular chest. 

The sudden feel of another presence at your back makes you jump slightly – you’d gotten so wrapped up in Harwin that you’d nearly forgotten that Daemon was still in the room, though the knowledge that he’d been watching the two of you sends an excited zing up your spine. 

“Oh!” You gasp as he begins nipping and biting at your neck once more, soothing the marks he leaves behind with his tongue. Your lips move against Harwin’s as another pair of hands begins exploring you, impatiently tugging at the tie around your waist until your robe falls open. A whine leaves you as the knight’s hands immediately cup your bare breasts, kneading them and savoring the way your soft skin feels against his palms. At the same time, Daemon nearly growls as he presses himself against your ass, grinding his length against you as his hands grip at your hips and waist. 

“I believe you said something about convincing us?” He mutters against your neck, grinning when you pull away from Harwin and meet his gaze as you turn to look over your shoulder, brow raising when you see he’d taken the time to strip off his tunic at some point. 

“Quite right, my prince,” you grin, looking between the two men once more before slipping off your robe, leaving you bare as it pools on the floor. Your cheeks flush at their appreciative groans, skin prickling at the way you can practically feel their eyes on you. 

With another little breath, you lower yourself to your knees between them and immediately skim your hands over their strong thighs. Ever eager, Daemon quickly unties his trousers, a predatory gleam in his purple eyes as he frees his hardening length. 

You bite your bottom lip at the sight of it and quickly reach up to wrap a hand around it, marveling at the way it hardens steadily under your touch. “I think you’ll find I can be very persuasive,” you murmur, softly licking over the tip before sealing your lips around it and suckling gently while you gaze up at him, batting your lashes enticingly. 

“Fuck,” he breathes, long fingers threading into your hair as his head tips back. You grin around him, bobbing your head while you stroke over the rest of his length with a hand, laving your tongue over the head. 

Not forgetting about Harwin, you shift your gaze to him as your other hand palms his length where it presses against the rough fabric of his trousers, already hard and wanting. That seems to be the final straw for him and he scrambles to undo the ties, brown eyes glued to where your lips are wrapped around the prince’s hard cock. 

Your eyes widen when his length finally springs free and you let Daemon slip from your lips as your mouth falls open. “Seven Hells,” you murmur, watching as Harwin strokes a hand over his cock, a proud smirk on his lips. 

“Well now, that must be where your damn stubborn attitude comes from, Strong,” the prince teases, chest heaving as you continue stroking a hand over his length. 

Unable to resist, you brush the knight’s hand away before grasping his cock in your own, heart skipping a beat as your fingers hardly touch around the girth of it. You lean over and lick up the length of him, from the base to the very tip, before taking him into your mouth, bobbing your head in the same way you did with Daemon. 

It takes a few moments, but eventually you settle into a good rhythm – stroking one man’s member with your hand while you suck and lick at the others, swapping every few moments or when one of them gets impatient enough to tug you over by the hair. 

It’s easy to lose yourself in the cacophonous sounds of grunts and growls above you, at the way each man’s fingers thread into your hair differently. Daemon’s grip is much rougher, more commanding, as he drags you exactly where he wants, pushing and pulling your head along his cock in an exacting rhythm. 

Harwin, on the other hand, is more gentle — his tugs seeming more like suggestions than commands. Unlike the prince, he strokes over your hair gently as you attend to him, letting you set your own pace. Anytime your eyes meet his, he looks at you with awe almost, hairy chest heaving as his hips twitch, holding himself back from fucking your face in the way he wants. 

Daemon has no such qualms, hasn’t the patience to resist tugging at your hair as he presses your mouth lower and lower down his cock, relishing the way you choke and sputter. His violet, half-lidded gaze sends shivers through you each time your eyes meet, the look in his eyes echoing the fierce dragon’s blood flowing in his veins. 

Surprisingly, it’s Harwin that breaks first, tossing back his head with a low groan after some minutes and pulling you off of his cock. 

“What—?” You scarcely get the word out before his lips are on yours once again, tongue licking into your mouth. 

“Need you,” he mumbles simply, glaring as Daemon snickers behind your back. “Please,” he breathes, voice softer this time. 

“You needn’t ask,” Daemon drawls, pressing himself against your side as his hands paw at your breasts, pinching and pulling at your nipples and chuckling at the way you whine, “She’s a whore.” 

You roll your eyes playfully at the remark and grab Harwin’s hand, leading him toward one of the bigger rooms of the brothel. “That may be true, but perhaps I like a man with some decorum, my prince,” you call over your shoulder, chuckling as Daemon follows hot on your heels. 

You lead the men to one of the fancier rooms, one laden with imported ornate rugs and silken lamps that give it a warm red glow, complete with a giant circular daybed with plenty of room for all three of you. After all, if the brothel is empty, why not take advantage of it?

Putting on your very best show, you push at Harwin’s hairy chest until he sits back on the edge of the bed before walking over to him with a sly smirk, hips swaying enticingly. A chuckle leaves your lips when his eyes widen as you climb on his lap, your thighs bracketing his. 

“Is this ok –” His lips are on yours before you can finish the question; the both of you move a bit more desperately now, though his touches are no less attentive as his hands skim over your waist and up your back. 

Suddenly, you’re tugged away from Harwin’s lips with a little gasp as one of Daemon’s hands laces through the hair at the crown of your head, drawing you back until your spine is arched. 

“Forgetting someone?” He teases, lightly wrapping his other hand around your neck in a way that sends pleasant tingles down to your already aching center. You shake your head no, teeth biting into your bottom lip as Harwin’s cock twitches between your legs.

“Never, my prince,” you murmur, smiling into the kiss as Daemon presses his lips against yours. His movements are more urgent than Harwin’s and it soon dissolves into a battle of teeth and tongues; you mewl into his mouth when the hand around your neck slides down your chest and palms eagerly at one of your breasts. 

Though they’re closed, your eyes roll back as Harwin leans forward and begins mouthing at the side of your neck, his wavy hair tickling your shoulder. Soon enough, both men are pawing greedily at your chest, making your head spin – both of their touches are so different: where Daemon is rough, pinching at your nipple until you gasp and whine into his kiss, Harwin is gentle and uses his thumb to tease at the other until he feels you shivering on his lap. 

The knight surprises you once more when his touch skirts down over your stomach before his fingers run through your folds, making you jerk from Daemon’s grasp with a moan. Your cheeks flush slightly at the sight of the little victorious grin on Harwin’s face as he expertly circles your pearl, watching closely at the way his touch makes you squirm and grind down against his hard length. 

“That’s it,” he husks, grunting as your grasp tightens on his shoulders, nails digging into his lightly tanned skin, “Need to warm you up, don’t I?”

Beside you, Daemon scoffs as he stands straight once more, fingers still threaded through your hair. “Please,” he huffs, sliding closer to where you sit on the knight’s lap, until his length is practically brushing against your cheek, “Whores don’t need warming, Strong. You may as well take her.”

Before you have time to so much as register the jab, Harwin slips a thick finger inside you in the same instance that Daemon manhandles his cock into your waiting mouth, muffling your whimpers. Both men growl as they take you, the knight’s finger fucking easily into your wet channel as the prince’s length slides against your tongue once more. 

You can hardly do more than ragdoll in their grasp, mewling while Harwin fingers you open, adding a second digit after a moment and crooking them in a way that makes your hips rut eagerly into his touch while Daemon takes from you as he pleases, fucking into your throat with loud growls and grunts. 

Below you, Harwin groans as he easily presses a third finger into your heat, watching you carefully as he does and smirking when you show no signs of discomfort. “Think you’re ready for me,” he murmurs, chuckling when you nod your head as best as you can. As desperate as you are to be filled properly, you can’t help but let out a little petulant whine as he pulls his fingers from you. 

“Patience,” he grunts, shifting you on his lap enough to reach between your bodies and fist his length, grinning at the way you squirm eagerly as he runs the head through your slick folds. His chest reverberates under your palms when he growls as he finally grabs at your hips and pulls you down steadily over his thick cock, half-lidded eyes staring down at where you both connect, “Fuck, there you go.”

You pull away from Daemon with a loud gasp, sucking in a lungful of air, chest heaving as your walls pulse around the knight, savoring the way his stretches you open. “Gods!” You cry, wriggling in his hold as you grind against him, your hips moving of their own accord. 

Daemon huffs, annoyed, and tries dragging you back onto his cock a few times to no avail, quickly becoming irritated at the way you mindlessly clench your jaw closed each time Harwin’s cock presses against the sensitive spot within you. 

“Poor little whore,” the prince sighs exasperatedly, once again tugging your head back until your eyes meet his, “Too distracted, hm?”

You open your lips to reply, only to gasp dazedly as Harwin thrusts up into you from below, muscular thighs flexing under your own. “Give her a moment,” he grunts, gripping your hips to guide you over his length.

The prince merely tsks, pulling at your hair again until your eyes pop open; a shiver goes through you at the smirk that graces his lips, as if he knows something you don’t. “Tell me,” he starts, carding his long fingers through your hair, “Have you ever taken two cocks at once?”

“N – fuck!” You gasp, eyes rolling back briefly as Harwin ruts up into you quickly, evidently excited by the idea, “N-No.” 

“Hmm,” Daemon hums, smirk only widening, “Then I know just the way to get your attention.”

He moves away from you quickly, letting your head flop back uselessly as he walks swiftly to a small cabinet in the corner of the room where the Madam keeps a small stock of massage oils and lotions. You straighten just in time to watch as he stalks back over to you and Harwin, a vial of oil in hand. “I trust you have at least some experience with this, yes?” He questions, letting out a pleased hum when you nod. 

The two men share a look between them and you mewl as Harwin lays back against the day bed, pulling you with him until you’re lying against his chest, making you gasp as the change in angle presses his length squarely against the most sensitive spot within you. 

“Hold her steady,” Daemon murmurs behind you, uncorking the little bottle of oil.

The knight grunts when you tighten around him and one of his hands abandons its hold on your hip to cup one of your cheeks, his touch surprisingly delicate for a man of his stature. “Excited?” He questions, brown eyes studying your face carefully. 

Any reply dies on your lips in lieu of an eager gasp when you feel the prince’s presence behind you, his hips nearly touching your rear as he slots himself between Harwin’s legs. Still, you nod your head earnestly, sending pearlescent hair cascading over your shoulders to pool on the knight’s chest.

Harwin’s chest rumbles with a satisfied hum, though you’re left gasping at the feel of one of Daemon’s hands deftly parting your arse cheeks, swiftly followed by massage oil being drizzled between them, filling the room with the scent of lavender. When you jolt slightly at the feel of a finger skirting over your entrance, the prince is quick to reprimand you with a sharp slap to the rear, leaving your skin tingling in its wake. 

“You’re going to be good for us?” Harwin questions, drawing your attention back to him as he smooths a thumb over your cheekbone. 

“Y-Yes, yes,” you nod listlessly, breaths staggered as Daemon fingers you open, expertly preparing you. Again, you earn a pleased hum from the man below you. 

The next few moments pass in a blur – your head spins as the prince readies you and Harwin placates you all the while with gentle caresses and kisses, even snaking a hand between your bodies to rub at your aching pearl.

Finally, Daemon seems satisfied and pulls his fingers from you before slotting himself against you, quickly slicking up his cock with more of the oil before pressing the head against your opening, grinning smugly when you press back against him. 

“Fuck, there we go,” he rasps, carefully sliding his length into you until his hips meet your backside. 

A high, whining keen is pulled from your lungs at the stretch, tingles shooting up your spine and making you shudder at the feel of being this filled. You can do little more but gasp, pinned between two muscular bodies, as the men start to move. The feel of it is like none other, a constant push and pull as they thrust in and out of you in tandem. 

“G-Gods, fuck!” You finally cry, managing to suck in a lungful of air as your nails dig into Harwin’s chest. 

The knight beneath you isn’t faring much better than you are, a near constant stream of deep grunts and groans leaving his lips as he feels you tighten on his cock. “By the Seven, you feel divine,” he mumbles, making you cry out as he pulls you to him, strong hands encircling your waist as he mouths at your shoulder, biting at your skin.

Above you, Daemon’s violet eyes remain fixed on your ass, savoring the way it bounces each time his hips smack against it, watching as his length spears into you again and again. “What a good little whore,” he grunts, words short and clipped as he clenches his jaw. A stuttered moan is pulled from you as he grabs at your backside, fingers do doubt leaving bruises in their wake as he gropes you, “Taking us so well.”

Your muscles tense at the praise as your high threatens to overwhelm you, looming in a small pit in your belly that’s growing bigger and bigger with each passing second. Your walls tighten around Harwin again, making him hiss beneath you. 

“Gonna, Gods, I –” you cry, eyes squeezing shut as the knight bullies the sensitive spot within you, pounding against it with each rough thrust, making your words die on your tongue. 

Thankfully, Harwin understands perfectly, balancing on that thin precipice himself – the cacophonous litany of your moans and whines along with the lewd, wet sounds of their cocks plunging into you again and again only serving to push him further to his own end. 

“That’s it,” the knight rasps, grabbing your chin with one hand and directing your attention toward him once more, “Go on, peak, let me feel it.”

His command, along with another hard smack to your rear from Daemon, send you hurtling over the edge with a sharp, loud cry. You lose all sense between them, muscles clenching and relaxing rhythmically as your whole body seems to erupt into flame. 

The gorgeous look on your face, along with the steady pulse of your walls around him, finish Harwin as well. A deep groan, complementary to your own high-pitched whines, is all but punched from his chest as his length twitches within you, painting your walls with his spend. 

As your peak slowly settles, like waves receding at low tide, you’re left gasping, clinging to Harwin as Daemon still thrusts wildly into you, chasing his own high. Desperate to feel you clench around him once more, the prince reaches around, over your hip, and his greedy fingers quickly find your bud. 

“Oh!” You gasp, squirming in the knight’s grasp as the prince’s fingers roughly rub against your pearl, forcibly dragging you right back to the edge you’d just fallen from. 

“Come on,” Daemon grunts, tugging you up by the shoulder until your back presses against his chest, deep, vicious grunts filling your ear, “One more, little whore, fucking do it for me.”

You scramble in his hold, lips parting in a silent cry as your muscles jerk in sharp, uncoordinated movements. Unable to extract yourself from his hold, the overstimulation finally gives way to blinding pleasure once more and you peak with a loud, piercing yelp. 

Daemon grunts behind you, pleased, as your walls all but force a high from him as well. He thrusts into you a few more times, groaning at the feel of your slick coating his fingers and pooling between your bodies. Finally, he lets go, grumbling low words in a language you don’t understand as he fills you. 

The only sounds in the near empty brothel is the sound of staggered pants as the three of you catch your breaths, content to do little more than lie in a heap for a few moments. 

It’s Daemon that moves first, pulling himself from you with a muted grunt before swaggering over to a small vanity, pulling up and tying his trousers as he goes. 

Harwin soothes you with gentle touches as he pulls away, keenly aware of the way you wince at certain movements, overly sensitive now. “Are you okay?” He asks, voice gentler now as he surveys your body, “Nothing hurts?”

You can’t help but chuckle at his concern, so unused to men caring for you once they finish. “I’m fine, I assure you,” your lips quirk into a smile as you soothe his worries, a little sigh leaving your lips as you settle back against the silken sheets that cover the daybed. 

“Here,” Daemon grunts with indifference as he tosses a clean cloth at you, more than familiar with the layout of the place, “To clean yourself.”

You huff softly and roll your eyes playfully before grabbing the small towel and standing to wipe spend and extra oil from your skin, making a mental note to heat water for a proper bath as soon as the men leave. 

It’s then that it occurs to you that they may not let you stay, what if even this wasn’t enough to secure your freedom, to get them to overlook your transgressions? 

“So,” you start, discarding the cloth in a laundry basket by the vanity before turning and facing the men, surprised to find Harwin’s eyes already on you, “Forgive and forget, yes? The debt has been paid, etcetera?”

They share a look as they dress themselves, Daemon loosely pulling on his armor, opting to tuck most of it beneath an arm, though Harwin takes the time to fasten his properly. 

“Oh, I think you’ve more than convinced us to spare you, little minx,” the prince drawls, eyes roving over your still nude form as he approaches you and takes your chin between two long fingers, “As for your debt, well…”

You grin as he trails off, two pairs of purple eyes sliding over to Harwin. 

“There’s still the interest to consider,” he murmurs with a little chuckle, dark eyes sparkling with mirth.

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Forgive me

Harwin Strong x Velaryon!Reader (unrequited love), Alicent Hightower x Velaryon!Reader, Larys Strong x Velaryon!Reader

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"Get out," you demanded the moment you saw Rhaenyra with Jacaerys in her arms entering your chambers. You noticed how her smile seemed to tremble at your cold tone but you didn't care. If she didn't care about your feelings when she fucked your husband then you had no reason to care about hers.

You had to admit that Rhaenyra had been cautious enough to come when you were alone. If your mother had been with you you were sure that she would not have held her tongue and would have told the princess everything she thought of her. You could even see your mother dragging her by her hair to get her out of your chambers. A small smile appeared on your lips as you imagined the scene, that would be something to talk about in court. Although you would never let your mother lose her temper so much, she couldn't get on the king's bad side.

"Jacaerys wanted to meet his cousins," Rhaenyra said as if she hadn't heard you and sat down next to you. You moved as much as you could, wanting to make your displeasure clear. You couldn't go far since next to you was the basket where Aethan was sleeping there.

Of course, she was going to use her son as her excuse to see you. It wasn't the first time she had done it. Now that she knew that she had seen that you cared about Jacaerys—if it were up to you she would never have found out but one night the prince couldn't sleep no matter what Rhaenyra, Harwin, and Laenor did so your brother had the wonderful idea to take Jace with you, you managed to make him sleep by singing him the same song that you sang to him in the nursery before the perplexed gaze of your husband and the princess—I thought that through him he could get close to you again. But she was wrong.

"Jacaerys couldn't have told you that," you said, feeling Alyn begin to stir in your arms. A small part of you wished that he would start crying so the princess would leave but you knew that if he cried then Aethan would wake up and he would start crying too. You sighed and began to coo to your son, trying to ignore Rhaenyra's glare.

"But it's obvious that he's in a bad mood because he hasn't seen you in days," said the princess.

"Fine. He can stay, now you can go" you said, starting to think that you would have to call one of the maids to help you. You didn't like the idea but there was no way you could handle two newborns and a baby less than a year old alone.

"Y/n" Rhaenyra said your name with pure pain.

"What?" you said pointedly. You hated that she was doing this. You wanted to be calm with your children and she came to interrupt your little peace. No matter how many times you made it clear that you wanted nothing to do with her, the princess wouldn't stop insisting. And now she wanted to make you feel bad for her when you weren't the one who ruined everything between the two of you.

"Forgive me. Please, I just want everything to go back to the way it was before," Rhaenyra begged, if you hadn't had your son in your arms she would have taken your hands and kissed them like the two of you used to do when you were young whenever one of you had said or done something that had hurt the other.

"Rhaenyra, that will never happen," you said, starting to feel pain in your head.

"I miss you" You closed your eyes as you heard the princess's voice falter. “I love you,” you couldn’t help but let out a shaky breath. You decided to focus on your anger and ignore any other emotions you felt.

"You say that and you still fucked my husband," you said, opening your eyes and looking at her furiously.

"I handled the situation badly," she admitted, hugging Jace, trying not to break down in front of you. "I'm really sorry," she apologized again, feeling her heartache at your attitude. "I know I was wrong but I need you. I can't stand you hating me."

You'd like to say you weren't affected by hearing the desperation in Rhaenyra's voice but you'd be lying. You hated her. And you hate yourself for stopping her from affecting you. A part of you feared that deep inside you were still the young woman who loved the princess and lived to see her happy. You forced yourself to remember the whispers of the court at Jacaerys's hair color to erase any trace of pity you felt for the princess. She alone had caused this. She couldn't expect that with a simple apology, you would forget everything she did.

“You'll have to live with that for the rest of your life, Rhaenyra,” you said that because it was the truth, you weren't going to ever forgive her, but you also said it because you wanted to hurt her, you hoped she felt at least a part of the pain that she and Harwin gave you. “You had to think about it before betraying me”

“You betrayed me first!”

Rhaenyra's scream caused the three babies to start crying. If Jacaerys had not been in the princess's arms, you would have thrown the object closest to your reach at her. Who the hell did she think she was to come uninvited to your chambers and yell at you? Not only that, but she accused you of betraying her. You couldn't believe her audacity. It hadn't even been thirty minutes since she apologized to you and now she was yelling at you.

If the babies' cries weren't drilling into your head, perhaps you would have asked her to explain what the supposed betrayal you had committed was, but right now you just wanted her away so you could calm the twins down.

“Get out” you ordered and for once Rhaenyra listened to you. Of course, she had to leave slamming the door, making your children's cries even worse.

“I don't like them,” Aegon announced, looking with obvious disgust at Aethan, who was in your arms, and Alyn, who was being cooed by Alicent.

Perhaps another woman would have been offended or bothered by the little prince's comment but you couldn't help but laugh at the pout of his lips and his little wrinkled nose.

“Aegon!” Alicent instantly reprimanded him, making the boy even more upset.

“It's okay, my queen,” you reassured her with a smile. “Do you want to tell me why you don't like them?” you asked in a soft voice and settled better in your seat so you could hold Aethan well with one hand and thus be able to caress him with your other hand Aegon's hair.

The boy felt a little better at your sweet caresses. “Because of them you can't spend time with me and Sunfyre anymore,” he grumbled.

Since you gave birth to the twins you didn't go to the Dragon's Pit with Aegon. Now it was the dragon guardians who taught him how to care for and bond with Sunfyre. He didn't like that. Aegon wanted you to be next to him, he wanted to see your proud smile every time he pronounced a word in Valyrian correctly, he wanted you to take him to fly with you over Nightwing like you used to do every time he finished his lessons.

The worst thing was that every time Aegon wanted to spend time with you there was always someone else with you and there were the babies. You couldn't play with him or pay attention to him for long because one of the twins would always start crying or someone would turn their attention to the twins. Aegon didn't understand what people saw as interesting about the twins, they were just annoying babies who didn't know how to do anything but cry. Aegon just wanted to have his time alone with you again.

“Oh, my little prince, I miss spending time with you too” You kissed his cheek several times until Aegon began to laugh.

Alicent watched them both with a smile. It always warmed her heart every time she saw how you cared about her children and how loving you were towards them. She was sure that you cared more about her children than Viserys did. She knew you loved her children like they were your own. She could see it every time your face lit up when the children came running to hug you. She could see it in how you listened intently to Aegon and Helaena's ramblings. She could see it every time she found you in the nursery singing to Aemond and Daeron. She felt grateful for all those moments. She was grateful that there was someone who genuinely cared about her children.

“I promise you that once I recover I will go with you to the Dragon’s Pit.”

"But just the two of us! No annoying babies!" Aegon said, looking at you "seriously" as he pointed at you. You laughed again, the little prince's attitude made you tender.

“Aegon, you shouldn't talk about them like that. They are your family,” Alicent reminded him sternly, making you stop laughing and making the boy have a pout on his lips again.

Sometimes you felt that Alicent took everything too seriously and forgot that Aegon was just a child. It was obvious that he was just jealous that he couldn't spend time with you and it was the first time you'd heard him complain. You didn't like seeing Aegon being reprimanded just for acting his age. A child his age should be free to say what he thinks, he should spend more time playing instead of being pressured to attend lessons just because they thought it would impress his father. You didn't like it nor did you want to take away authority from Alicent's upbringing but sometimes you couldn't help but intervene because you didn't like how they pressured Aegon.

“You can say that they are annoying or anything you want, Aegon,” you said poking his nose with your finger making him smile a little “As long as we are alone” you quickly clarified before the queen's gaze “Besides I am sure that once they grow up and you can play with them you will like them”

Before the prince could answer you, the maester appeared to take the boy away since he had to start his lessons. You managed to convince Aegon to leave after you promised him that he could visit you again once he finished his lessons and that you would be waiting for him with his favorite sweets.

“How are you feeling?” Alicent asked once they were alone. She had been furious when one of her handmaidens informed her that Rhaenyra had come to see you. She had also noticed the dark circles under your eyes. She knew that the twins weren't letting you sleep much, she more than anything wanted to be able to help you but she was the queen and people would notice if she came to your chambers in the middle of the night.

“I'm tired but now that I've seen you and Aegon I'm happy” you admitted, resting your head on her shoulder and you closed your eyes, missing the blush on the queen's cheeks and the sweet smile that appeared on her face at your words.

You smiled as you felt Alicent's lips on your forehead. Not feeling satisfied, you stopped leaning on her shoulder so you could steal a kiss from her. You felt your chest warm at the familiarity of the sweetness of her lips.

Any discomfort that Rhaenyra caused you was forgotten with Alicent's kisses.

Again another night of crying. You didn't know how many minutes ago Aethan and Alyn were crying. You tried to feed them but none of them wanted to take your breast, you had already changed them but they still kept crying.

You rocked Alyn in your arms and with your foot from time to time, you lightly pushed the crib where Aethan was, hoping that the movement would tire him out. All this while you sing to them, trying to ignore the lump in your throat. You feel worthless for not being able to make your babies stop crying. It shouldn't be difficult to put them to sleep if you are their mother.

You jumped when you heard the door open. Your body tenses as you see your husband enter. Harwin had not come to your chambers since the birth of the twins. He never made a complaint or a reproach to you about your relationship with Larys, he stayed by your side and presented your children as a proud father before the court but he no longer went to your chambers. And you were okay with that because you didn't want him to keep insisting that you forgive him.

“What do you want?” you asked pointedly, not bothering to hide your annoyance at his sudden presence, hoping that would make him leave.

You were surprised to see that Harwin didn't seem affected by your tone like usual. You noticed the determination in his eyes and wondered what the hell had happened. Was he coming to argue with you because of how you spoke to Rhaenyra? If he dared to come in the middle of the night while your children were crying just to defend his lover you would kick his ass and let your mother scare him with Meleys.

“I heard the twins crying.”

“I'm sorry that my children don't let you sleep,” you interrupted him with obvious sarcasm. Trying not to think that if Harwin could hear them cry, so should other people. You didn't want to think about how tomorrow the court would talk about your inability as a mother.

“I came to help you” You were surprised by his words.

“Why?” you asked clearly defensively. Although you two knew that you really wanted to ask him, why would you help me with them when you are not their father?

“Because I care about you,” he said but you both knew he really wanted to tell you because I love you. You told yourself that you felt nothing as you saw the obvious love in Harwin's eyes. “You haven't slept well in days. I heard them cry for days and I know you, I know that every time you can't calm them down you are insulting yourself. "I can see right now how frustrated you are because you can't also pick up Aethan and comfort him as you would like."

The lump in your throat grew bigger. You hated that he knew you so well. But you weren't surprised after all he is your husband. Of course, he knew how you thought and how your mind worked. He had seen you in your most vulnerable states.

He had been so good to you but he had to ruin it all.

“Can I pick him up?”

It was silly but you really appreciated that he had asked instead of directly taking your baby in his arms. You nodded, not trusting your voice not to come out shaky.

You frowned as you watched Harwin take off his nightshirt.

“Jace calms down when he feels my skin,” Harwin was quick to clarify and get Aethan out of her crib before you decided to kick him out for thinking she was trying to seduce you. He felt you watching him intently as he placed the baby's small body against her chest. Of course, his crying didn't stop instantly but he seemed to calm down a little.

Your husband started singing the same song you were singing a few minutes ago. His Valyrian was rusty compared to yours. Once you are sure that your voice is not going to betray you, you accompany him in singing. You don't stop rocking Alyn as you watch Harwin pace around the room carefully holding your son. You relaxed as you saw that Aethan didn't look uncomfortable and how as the song continued he became calmer and calmer. It doesn't take long for Alyn to calm down when he sees that you are no longer upset.

Your eyes meet Harwin's and the two of you smile at each other. And Harwin can't help but think that this is where he belongs.

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The White Sheep - Harwin Strong X Reader, Part Two

Part Two of The White Sheep!

I wanted to say right off the bat that I hope it’s okay that this chapter sets up some backstory. I wanted to establish a relationship between the reader and Viserys. I’ll get started on part three soon, which will focus on the wedding! Lots of Harwin fluff there, for now we have more angst.

(Big fan of our boy Vizzy T, I promise he’ll get better, he’s just in his feelings a bit. Also still on mobile so apologies if the formatting gets wonky)

When you were a young girl, not much older than eight years old, you stumbled past the dining hall and heard the unmistakable laughter of your father. Pressing your small frame against the wall, you were able to hear his conversation through the wooden door, which had been partially left open by one of the attending servants. You took great care in remaining out of sight as you peered into the room. Your father was talking to a man you scarcely recognized along with two young boys that were most likely his sons. You had internally chided yourself for not paying more attention when the palace had received its most recent guests, for you could not recall their names or even their house. But you were a child, your mind preoccupied with the newly expanded library and the wildflowers blooming outside your window and your sister’s brand new gown that had golden stitching along the wrists. What were boys to you?

“So I might marry Rhaenyra?” The youngest boy asked through a forkful of lamb.

That earned a round of chuckles from everyone else at the table. Presumably his father, the man shook his head and clapped the boy on the shoulder. “Aye, not you lad. The honor would go to your brother. You would take the other princess, the quiet one.”

The boy let out a whine and tossed his fork down, the clatter sending bits of meat across the table. “But she’s boring!”

There was no laughter this time. “Watch yourself boy,” his father hissed. “That’s the king’s daughter you’re insulting!”

“He’s right though father,” the elder boy replied, “She’s had her nose in a book the entire time. I don’t think I’ve heard her speak to any of us since we arrived. It’s no wonder he has no interest.”

Viserys had been eyeing the boys carefully since the first comment had been made, chewing slowly. He proceeded to unsheathe his dagger and feign interest in it, pretending to inspect the blade. “Do you know what this is made of, boys?”

“Valyrian steel.” The older boy responded, as if reciting an answer for an exam. The younger one mumbled in agreement.

“Right you are, Valyrian steel. Everyone knows of its strength. But sometimes you need to see up close,” Viserys paused and grabbed an apple from the table, slicing a piece of skin off so precisely and quickly that it landed on the young boy’s cheek, “just how deadly and unforgiving it could be.”

“It’s not the only thing in the Red Keep that possesses those qualities either.” With a terrifying grin, Viserys chuckled and bit into the apple. You noted how the children’s faces had paled, the youngest one not daring to move a muscle, even though the fruit was still sticking to his skin. “A word of advice to you lads. Never insult a daughter in front of her father. You’ll find that there are things more unforgiving than a blade.”

As you turned on your heel to leave, you could hear the old lord laugh uncomfortably and utter apologies and the sound of chairs sliding against the cold floor, signaling that the meal was being hastily adjourned. You couldn’t help but walk away with a small smile on your lips. Your father proved right then and there that you were enough for him. That you were loved and cherished as his daughter. It’s a memory that has kept you warm these many years, bringing you comfort during council meetings, feasts, tourneys, and other events where you had been pigeonholed as the second daughter, the quiet one, the white sheep.

Viserys was a very busy man, often leaving you wondering how he truly felt about you. The king was not known for his outward expressions of love but it was easy for anyone to see how proud he was of your sister Rhaenyra. At a young age she was already equipped with fiery personality that captured the hearts of many people across the realm. But you were just a child who happened to be born into a dynasty. At the end of the day you were grateful to have a sister and father that you loved very much. All you wanted was for them to be happy, especially after your mother and brother had passed. Everyone in your family felt those losses strongly but you had internalized your pain, resulting in a sense of personal responsibility for your family’s happiness. It’s why you felt most comfortable saying nothing at all and choosing hobbies that caused little strife. It’s why you always said yes to your father’s requests and why your refusal to marry as of late seemed to agitate him more than Rhaenyra’s outbursts. You were the good child as your sister would say, which was intended as either a compliment or a demeaning remark depending on her mood. “I may very well put father in the grave with my antics,” she mused to you one time, “but if anything I know is true, it’s that father will always love you.”

You were hoping that love would be enough to temper the storm that had been brewing ever since you accepted Harwin’s proposal. He had escorted you back to your chambers and bid you goodnight with a tender kiss and a promise to return for you the following morning. The fire in your belly from the night’s events allowed sleep to elude you, your eyes fixated on the silver ring that adorned your finger. Excitement eventually dwindled as fear of your father’s reaction began to take root in your mind. On the one hand, he could’ve been overjoyed that you actually showed interest in marriage and that you had chosen a respectable husband, one who had proven himself as dutiful and loyal. But more than likely he was going to be displeased due to not being offered a say in the matter, as removing you from the marriage market meant that certain advantageous matches could no longer be considered. You were, after all, a Princess of Dragonstone, which still held a significant amount of value. It hadn’t bothered you much as a child, the feeling of being a pawn, a bargaining chip to be offered to a man of a great house. For a time, it actually made you feel important. Now you realized you only felt that way because you had nothing to lose.

The ring on your finger reminded you that was no longer the case.

Harwin kept his promise and arrived at your door after you had been served breakfast. You didn’t even register the quip he made about your full plate; the fact that you were too nervous to eat was not lost on him. You suddenly felt yourself being held against his chest as he embraced you in a tight hug, his head dipping down to your neck as he whispered gentle, sweet words into your ear. He hummed softly as he started to spin you around, his hand trailing down to your waist as he kept you close. Tears sprang to your eyes when you realized the song he had begun to sing was a song you had not heard since your mother had passed. A gentle lullaby about a bird in summertime returning for his love;

“Darling, know my love for thee

Two sweetlings in a maple tree

Though I leave on a summer’s eve

I ask my love to wait for me

Darling, know my love for thee

And when the leaves begin to fall

I will fly across the sea

When I hear my lover’s call”

He had begun to let go but you clung to him tighter, pressing your face against the cold breastplate of his armor. Harwin planted a kiss on your forehead and rested his head against yours.

“As much as I feel as though I could live in this moment forever, we should meet your father before he begins to worry.” He murmured softly.

“I don’t think I can do this, I don’t think I can face him,” you whispered. “I’m not strong enough.”

“My beloved,” Harwin said, his hand raising your chin up towards him, his eyes searching yours, “You are strong, and our love is a cause worth fighting for. You know this to be true.” More genuine, heartfelt words were spoken but you could no longer hear them, the feeling of terrible weightlessness overwhelming you. Misery had taken hold of you and would not let go.

You appreciated Harwin’s efforts to calm you but you were still wary, and rightfully so. Dread coursed throughout your entire body as the two of you began to walk down the corridor. Every step that led towards the throne room felt torturous, the sound of your feet upon the cobblestone floor reminding you of the dull thump of a nail into a coffin. Harwin squeezed your arm reassuringly and you paused briefly to glance up at him. The words he spoke to you moments before in the privacy of your room echoed in your ears again, although it felt like the first time.

“No matter what, I will fight for us. For you.”

“Say the word and we leave now. Together.”

“If this is my end, I will find a way back to you. Your love has saved my life and I believe in its power to do it again.”

He smiled at you and gestured forward, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Come, my lady. It’s time.”

The heavy doors creaked open and revealed your father’s silhouette on the throne, his form being partially shrouded by the sunlight. Lyonel Strong was positioned at the base of the steps, his arms clasped together. He acknowledged the two of you with a brief nod. You returned the gesture in kind, although guilt started to flood your thoughts soon after. He was likely not to approve of the marriage either. You had hoped that the honorable hand of the king would be spared, free from any repercussions caused by your actions. It hadn’t quite occurred to you just how many people could be affected by this decision.

Your heart sank further into your stomach.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, my youngest?” Viserys said in greeting. “And as always, it is good to see you Ser Harwin. You look to be in good health.”

“Father, Ser Harwin wishes to ask you something.” You announced, swallowing thickly. Harwin stepped forward and kneeled down before his father and his king, bowing respectfully before raising his head and stating his request.

“Your Grace, I humbly ask to resign from your kingsguard, effectively removing myself from the position of the princess’s guardian.”

Harwin’s plea was met with silence. Viserys was still for a moment before a hint of a smile formed on his lips. He turned to Lyonel and quipped, “My apologies to you old friend, for whatever my daughter has done to frighten your behemoth of a son.” All credit was due to Lord Strong, whose casual laughter at the remark disguised the fear in eyes all too well. A thousand questions lingered between father and son, the air growing thick with tension.

“There is only one reason why I would choose to walk away from this role, Your Grace,” Harwin continued, his voice steady and firm. “I have fallen in love, and I intend to marry.”

In a swift response, your father began clapping, quirking an eyebrow at Lyonel when he did not follow suit. “Well now son, don’t keep us in suspense!” Viserys laughed, his hand moving to rest under his chin. “Tell us the name of the lass.”

“It’s me.” You said gently.

The world went silent for a moment.

If birds were singing, notes were lost in their throats. Waves ceased crashing. Even the flames in the torches flicked upwards in a soundless dance.

“Say that again child.” Viserys demanded.

“I am his intended. We would like to be married.” You stated, your voice unwavering. “I have never loved a man so deeply-“

“Do not speak of love!” Viserys thundered. “Not to me, not in this room, not ever!” Your father stood up, his mouth growing taut and rigid with anger. “I cannot believe what I am hearing!”

“Why is that father?” You challenged, walking towards the steps of the throne. You had hoped, prayed that he would understand. Now you were seeing that this conversation would be no easy feat. But it was your life, and your love, and you would die at his feet defending it if you had to, if it truly came down to it. “Why is it that only you get to experience true love? Do you think mother would be pleased to know that you are treating her daughters like cattle to be sold off to the highest bidder?”

“Your mother was dutiful!” Viserys snapped back, pointing his finger at you. “She knew of responsibility! She would not approve of you making such a decision behind your father’s back! A decision that is not yours to make!”

“I should have a say!” You cried out, waving your arms in exasperation. “You afforded Rhaenyra such rights!”

“Rights that she will surely lose after this incident,” Viserys said icily. “I may be your father, but I am also your lord and king. Your future lies within my hands girl, not yours. What if I had betrothed you to another already? What would you have me do then? Do you expect me to start a war over this union? All for you to marry a man that can only offer you a blackened estate?”

“It’s either Harwin Strong or no man at all,” you said defiantly, “Too long have I spent in the shadow of my sister, only to be feasted on by aging lords or young sons who only seek the power of our name. Too long have I spent biting my tongue, agreeing to whims of your council simply because it made me appear more sensible and obedient. I am a Targaryen and I promise you if I am not allowed this wish, the only wish I have ever asked for you to grant, I swear that you will bear witness to my fury.”

There was no council to offer. Lyonel Strong remained stoic, his eyes trained on his eldest son. All he could do was wait to see if his child would be cut down in front of him or dragged away to be hung for treason. How he managed to raise a son who was completely ruled by his heart was unfathomable. There should’ve been some logic that screamed at Harwin to not do this, to understand that not every love can be fully realized, that duty and honor comes above all else. But Lyonel’s son continued to bend the knee, his blue eyes unblinking as he stared at the furious king, ready to accept any consequence from his actions.

Viserys had gone still, his body no longer shaking with rage. All the more terrifying, in your opinion. He studied you both for moments that felt like eternity. Your mind should have been preoccupied with your fate, which seemed to be undecided at the moment, but all you could think about was the memory of the dining hall. Faceless boys who witnessed the quiet wrath of your father, all because they dared to speak ill of you. Where was that love? Why was he filled with so much rage? Why couldn’t he see that Harwin would give you the love that he had once told you that you were worthy of? Your heart leapt at the thought of telling him how Harwin defended you in the city, but the words died in your throat when Viserys addressed the two of you with the most callous and cold words he could manage.

“You may marry. Marry the Strong boy, marry your handmaiden, marry a rat for all I care. I will not witness the ceremony. Perform this atrocity outside of the Keep, and commit these halls to your memory child, for it may be the last time you see them.”

“Father!” You cried out, your arms outstretched in a desperate attempt to reach him. But drawn swords from his guards formed a cross, preventing you from moving closer. He descended the steps quickly and brushed past you, not even chancing a look at you as he left the room, the doors closing shut with a deafening finality.

Harwin immediately took you into his arms, shushing you as you began to weep. Kissing your hair, flooding you with words of encouragement, holding you upright in his arms when your knees buckled. Moments later, a voice could be heard over your wracked sobs. “Pity I did not get to witness you defend your betrothed in front of her father,” Lyonel said with mock thoughtfulness. “it felt as if you left her to the wolves.”

You wiped at your eyes and took a deep breath. Harwin took a brief moment to study your eyes, only turning to face his father after you mouthed that you would be okay. “My lady spoke for herself and I am proud of her.” Harwin finally replied, shooting daggers at his father. “I would gladly give my life for her if it were asked of me.”

“It very well could have been asked of you, you fool!” Lyonel snapped. “You ruined this poor girl’s life and there is no going back on this, boy. Nothing I can say will bring you back into the king’s good graces. I may not even be able to escape his wrath. Did you stop to think about that before you asked for her hand? How many lives are you willing to risk for this?”

“I swore my duty and I did it well,” Harwin bit back, “You know I have done well. I have been the perfect son for god knows how long. I left Harrenhal and began training at your request. I accepted a life that would not allow me to start a family at your insistence. I would’ve continued to serve the king for all of my days, and in the end it would’ve been all for you. My whole life reduced to the boundaries set forth by you until I’m left to rot in the earth. No longer. I will not apologize for seeking happiness. And I will not turn my back on my beloved. Not for you, not for the king, not for anyone.”

Harwin stood tall, his chin raised, silently challenging Lyonel to continue the argument. To his surprise, he was met with a tight embrace instead, his father squeezing him like it might be the last time they would ever touch. “I believe the king’s advice goes for the both of you,” Lyonel said, breaking apart from his son as he shared a concerned look with the two of you. He sighed heavily and shook his head. “God knows if we will ever see your faces within these walls again.”

Lyonel departed along with the last of your father’s kingsguard, leaving you alone with your betrothed. You staggered toward to steps before collapsing onto them, your hands raking through your hair as you began to process what had happened. Harwin stood before you, looking contemplative.

“Do you regret this?” He asked suddenly.

“What? Telling my father?” You answered, slightly perplexed. While it had not gone as you had hoped, it had to happen. Marrying in secret would’ve had far worse consequences and you both knew that.

“No. I meant me. Choosing me.” Harwin said quietly.

You couldn’t help but smile a little at that. Many would look at Harwin and would assume him to be full of confidence. He was rugged, strong, attractive. Until a moment ago, the strongest knight in the kingsguard. A flash of his smile could capture your heart if you left it unattended. But there was more to him than that, layers and nuances that only you were allowed to see. He trusted you with these parts of him and all of his insecurities too. His doubts manifested in questions like this, although this query had been the most serious so far. If only he knew how much you adored him, and for just how long. If only he knew how he set your whole body ablaze the day you two met in the very same room you found yourselves in. How afternoons in the garden together had been blissful in such an excruciating way. Your time was spent falling in love with a man you believed to be out of reach. A languid breeze, the sounds of the wind passing through the trees, and a sleepy knight propped up beside you against the godswood. You had chosen him right then and there, all those years ago, loving him with your whole heart ever since.

You took your hand and placed it against his cheek. Harwin closed his eyes and leaned into your palm, nuzzling it gently as you began to speak.

“I only existed before you. And now, its as if I get to live. You are my reason for being, Harwin. I would do this all over again if I had to. My heart is yours. I think it always has been.”

Harwin breathed heavily before leaning down and pressing a searing kiss to your lips, taking the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth when you gasped. Holding you by your hip, Harwin kissed you again and again, his tongue rolling over yours and teasing your lips whenever you began to pull away for air. Finally he broke the kiss, only to cause you to squeal when he bent down and scooped you into his arms, carrying you the way a man holds his bride. Blowing a piece of hair from his face, he gazed at you with a fiery intensity and a breathtaking smile to match.

“By the gods woman, I am marrying you tonight.”

[50shadesofrossi]

Want Me

Ser Harwin Strong x Female Reader

Summary: You're Rhaenyra's lady in waiting, by her side at all times and thus leading you to spend many hours within Ser Harwin's company, drawing the two of you together

Warnings: Smut, mentioned violence, swearing, angst (if you squint), fluff

A/N: Hi, small warning, haven't written a full smut scene for a while so I'm a little rusty, but I hope you enjoy :)

"Want me to kill him?" You absentmindedly offer to Princess Rhaenyra. 

She chuckles from behind you, her fellow ladies attempting to hide their smirks and smiles whilst they finish up her hair. "I know how much you crave violence, but I can not allow you to kill him. Besides, how would you even do it?"

You pause in the mirror, your eyes flickering to find Rhaenyra's. "Seduction is a woman's greatest strength." You whirl around to face her, a cruel expression etching into your face at the thought. "A simple poison into his drink and during the night he'd cease breathing and the Maestor would declare a heart attack. An easy kill, if I say so myself," 

The princess raises her eyebrows, her lips pursing together. Tonight is her name day feast, celebrating another year of her youth and thus drawing in all the potential suitors wishing to offer themselves. One of the Lannister twins made a fool of himself, offending Rhaenyra and thus resulting in you plotting his death, should your princess command it. 

As her lady in waiting, you take your role very seriously. Though, you are oft referred to as her sister, the two of you becoming close at a young age and growing up together. It has solidified your relationship with her, and in turn, you know each other inside and out. 

Your sharp words and cunning nature are a breath of fresh air as opposed to the customary expectations of Rhaenyra's fellow ladies. 

You glance over yourself once more in the mirror, your attention spanning over the finer details of your gown and the excellent work of the seamstress. The dress accentuates your frame, the embroidery and accessories dating back to your House and heritage. 

You look like a woman, a woman grown and of power. 

"Are you ready?" Rhaenyra pulls you from yourself, twirling around to give you a full look at her. 

"Indeed, and must I say my Princess, you look divine." You tell her honestly. 

She smiles, the two of you making your way to the great hall. Heads turn at the sight of you both, the heir to seven kingdoms and her fierce lady, who would protect her more so than a knight. 

Your stomach begins to twist as you near the hall, your teeth grinding together to keep the nerves at bay. You feel a reassuring squeeze on your hand, your dear friend sensing your change in behaviour. 

"If he doesn't fall at your feet and beg for your hand, I'll feed him to Syrax myself," she whispers. 

You bite your tongue, though a small smile creeps out. In the past moons, you've become acquainted with a knight, the two of you sharing passions and dreams. Nothing more of talk has happened thus far, but you can't help but think that maybe he will ask for your hand in marriage, as the two of you spend most days side by side. 

He makes your heart beat rapidly, with the small gestures and whispered words when no one is close. Not to mention, the way he looks at you, like no one else exists but you. 

Yet, you can't help but think that you're in way over your head, too consumed to see the reality. 

You have no time to ponder Rhaenyra's words, as the two of you arrive at the hall, the chatter dying down instantly. Swallowing, you hold your head high, following Rhaenyra down the stairs and toward the high table where you veer off to your own. 

His eyes were on you the moment you appeared, refusing to leave even as you sit down. You look absolutely breathtaking. 

Of course, you avoid his gaze, even from across the room, as you begin to fill your plate. Your skin ignites under his heated stare, your desire overweighting your sense of propriety. Glancing up, you meet him, his deep blue eyes burning into your darkest depths and tearing down every wall you've ever built. 

Ser Harwin Strong, renowned for his strength throughout the seven kingdoms and his proud house. 

Your cheeks heat up under the intensity, neither of you daring to break contact. You admire how he's dressed, his fine threaded clothes making him look regal, his unruly curls neatly pulled back into a bun. Gods.

The grumble of your stomach brings you to your senses, your head bowing down to begin consuming your food. You feel him continue for a heartbeat longer, before he diverts his attention elsewhere. 

As the night begins to progress, you drag Rhaenyra to dance, moving with the music and enjoying yourself. You change partners throughout, making yourself known and extending yourself to the other lords and ladies currently attending for the princess's name day. 

For once, Harwin doesn't grace your thoughts, until he becomes your next partner. 

Your eyes widen for a moment, your breath catching. "Ser-" you start, not expecting to see him. 

"My lady, you look exquisite." His rasps, his body feathering your own. 

His heat wraps around you like wild vines, pulling and tugging you closer, enticing you to become lost. You hit your chin out, refusing to fall prey. 

"And you, good Ser," 

Harwin smiles, a hum of satisfaction rumbling within his chest. His hand brushes your own, a part of him needing to touch you, his resolve almost snapping from the softness of your flesh. His fingers itch to press firmly, to warn off any man or lord that dare think they have a chance with you. 

"Are you enjoying yourself, this evening?" He asks, his lips close to your ear as to make sure you hear him over the loud music. 

You turn your head, his breath fanning your cheek. Heat pools within your stomach, want gnawing at you and demanding to be free. "I'll enjoy myself once I've had my dessert," you dare. 

His eyes narrow, assessing the situation. Little minx. Before he can conjure his own smart remark, a fellow knight of the city watch approaches, pulling him away from you. You watch him go without a word, a sense of humiliation washing over you as you continue to dance alone, searching for Rhaenyra. 

You find her with her uncle, enjoying themselves. 

Biting your lip, you move off the dance floor, standing on the sideline. You feel deflated, watching your friends enjoy themselves and even sneak out of the hall with their suitors, and your heart's deepest love couldn't even excuse himself. He just left you. 

You see him, surrounded by his companions, and more so with an older woman hanging off him. Now you feel stupid, your usual confidence and ego a ghost. The woman wraps an arm around his waist, much like a partner, and him not moving. 

Of fucking course, I'm just the plaything to keep him entertained whilst his lover is elsewhere. 

Grinding your jaw in anger, you inhale deeply and begin to make your way through the crowd, ignoring Harwin and his group as you have to pass them to ascend the stairs out of the hall. Your hasty exit catches many people's attention, especially the one you were hoping wouldn't notice. 

You don't realise he follows you, until you almost reach your quarters. His boots hit the ground harshly, as he tries to catch you, going as far as calling out your name. You pause in front of your doors, whirling around to face him once he draws near. 

Fire dances within your eyes, making Harwin pause momentarily. "Ser Harwin?" You snap. 

"I wanted to make sure you're well, you left in such a hurry," 

"I'm fine," you start, your thumb running over your fingers anxiously. "The hall became too much, so I'm retiring for the evening." 

Harwin tilts his head. He calls bullshit. He knows you, he grew up alongside you and knows that you are one of the last to leave the party, oft enjoying yourself too much to notice the sunrise and thus requiring an escort, usually him. 

He reads your body language, depicting your sudden mood change has something to do with him. He chuckles lightly, amusement etching across his features at your frustrated glare. "You're jealous." 

"Jealous?!" You repeat in disbelief, your raised voice echoing the corridor. "Me? Of what?" You ask him incredulously. You naturally begin to step closer, "of that woman? Why would I be jealous of some wench when I am the Princesses lady in waiting, I can have almost any suitor I want, I have sway within these walls and no one quite realises the extent I'll go to if I'm pushed, not to mention," you stop just shy of him, your chest heaving. "One word to my Princess, and I can have whatever I want." 

Harwin peers down at you, a small smirk gracing his lips at your outburst. "I never said what you were jealous of," he says lowly, almost inaudible if not for your closeness. "I'll be sure to tell my sister you think she's a wench." 

Your world crashes and burns. Sister? That was his fucking sister?! Your heart ceases beating, your breath catches in your throat and your skin clams up. Realisation and dread wash over you, embarrassment etching into your cheeks. You become a wounded animal, and respond much as they do, 

"Fuck you." You don't know what compels you or who takes over your body, but you can't stop the words from tumbling out and sending them straight at Harwin. 

He blinks. 

Quickly you spin on your heel and make haste to your door, pulling the handle to only have it slammed shut, and a large body pressing against you. Your throat constricts, feeling Harwin's entire front against your back as his hand looms over your head, keeping the door closed. 

One small movement, and he could bury his nose into your hair. "Say that again," his chest rumbles, his mouth angling down to press on your ear. To make sure you hear him loud and clear. 

You're frozen, your body shutting down. You open your mouth but nothing comes out. "Go on, don't go shy on me now, my lady," he presses, pushing you. 

Licking your lips, you hesitantly shift on the spot, leaning your back against the door and tilting your head to hold Harwin's gaze. He pins you down, the entirety of his body caging you in, almost like a shield protecting you from peering eyes. 

"Fuck you," you whisper. 

Reflexively, his other hand snaps to your jaw, his fingers digging into the skin. Your lips part, your muscles relax and your body becoming a rag doll. He could very easily suffocate you like he was bunching up a piece of parchment, he wouldn't even feel your bones snap. Yet, in this very moment, your thighs press together, your garment becoming soaked with each passing second. 

You know he won't hurt you. His hold on you is firm and delicate, the pads of his fingers gently holding you in place. He tilts his head, assessing you like he would an opponent, his dark eyes roaming your face and his brows twitching in thought. 

You test the waters, standing straighter and in turn bumping your nose into his cheek. Harwin exhales shakily, his grip tightening if only a smidge, in comparison to his self-restraint. You nudge your nose against his, his hooded eyes following your every move. 

Your breath tangles with his own, desire and hunger transpiring. Harwin's jaw clenches, his palm against the door closing into a fist. You want him, he wants you. Swallowing thickly, your lashes feather your cheeks and you take the plunge, pressing your lips against his own with uncertainty. 

For a moment, you float, your body becoming weightless and your mind lost. His lips are softer than you imagined, despite his harsh reputation, soft and plump on your own. Harwin responds, before suddenly pulling you away by his grip still on your jaw. 

A bucket of cold water drenches you, his sudden cold demeanour creating a crack in your heart. Not so much that he pulled you away, more how forcible it was, after he began to lose himself under the taste of you. That hurts. 

Your eyes flash. You move to release yourself from his grip, but he tightens it, his head turning slightly as though to check for any movement within the corridor. With precision, he pulls you flush to his body and opens the door in one movement, shoving you inside to your quarters and locking the door behind him. 

"You naïve girl," he starts, running a hand over his beard. 

You scoff, creating distance between the two of you by standing at the window sill. "And they say romance is dead." 

Harwin narrows at you. "You have no idea what you've just done, what if someone had seen?" His voice raises, his hand gesturing to the doors. 

Confusion swirls within you at his sudden change of behaviour, at his switch from intimacy to frustration in an upsetting kind of way. "I don't see the problem," you cross your arms, raising a brow. "I want you, and I don't give a fuck what anyone else thinks." 

"Well, you should!" You're taken aback by his sudden outburst, a sliver of fear creeping up your spine. "I am not good for you," he says your name with such emotion. "I have enemies at every turn, I can't be at your side protecting you every day and not to mention what would happen to your reputation-" 

"My reputation?" You cut him off, your voice low in disbelief of what you're hearing. "You think I give a fuck about my reputation! About your enemies? Gods Harwin," you begin to pace, your hands running over your head and falling against your neck. "How fucking dense are you?" 

He attempts to ignore the hiccup in his heart rate at the way his name rolls off your tongue. "I'm more than capable of protecting myself," you start after calming down a notch. You cross the room, standing before the brute and taking his large hands in your own. "Is it that hard to believe that I want you? That I don't care about everything else, about your history and reputation, about the fucking court gossip and your enemies? All I care about is you, your health and well-being, and that I know you'd never hurt me, physically and emotionally. I know you'd die protecting me, and you'd make me feel so loved, despite that shield you put in front of yourself every day." 

Harwin brings your hands to his lips, brushing them over your delicate fingers whilst he closes his eyes, relishing in the moment. His coarse beard caresses your skin, planting the idea of how it would feel between your thighs. 

He opens his mouth to speak, but you drop your hands down, beating him to it. "You want me Harwin?" your voice pulls to him, lulling him in. "I am right here, otherwise there's the door," you gesture. 

Your chest clenches at the thought of him turning his back. You wonder how he could kiss you back, then cough up some bullshit about him being bad for you. It confuses and wounds you. 

His lips part, the cogs turning in his head as he makes his decision. He surges forward, gently taking your head in his hands and angling you upward to capture your lips in a searing kiss. 

He walks you back until you hit the pillar, careful not to slam you into it. His lips move against yours hungrily, his tongue begging for entrance and his breath meddling with your own. Your fingers curl onto the front of his jacket, squeezing out any air left between you, your fronts pressing tightly. 

Your lungs burn, your actions becoming erratic as you move up to his hair, tangling his curls and removing the band keeping it back. You pull at the roots, emitting a deep groan from Harwin, his own hands gliding down your body to find refuge on your waist. 

You pour all your emotions into the kiss; the hunger, lusting, anger and need. He dominates you, his mouth slowly moving down your jaw, his teeth nipping along your bone and travelling to your neck, unknowingly finding your sweet spot. 

You bite your lip at the sound you release, a small sense of embarrassment flooding your body. Harwin immediately comes up, holding you still with his hard stare. "Don't you dare quieten on me." 

"Like your girls loud, Ser Harwin?" 

He chooses to ignore your comment. You smirk, your usual demeanour washing into the shore, a calculating look flashing in your eye. Before he can do anything you shove him back, pushing him down onto the lounge. 

Surprise is evident on his face, his eyes watching you curiously. You crouch between his spread legs, your palms sliding over his thighs in a soothing manner, slowly making your way to his waistband. 

You quite like this image; his unruly dark curls free and framing his face, his intense eyes swallowing you whole and his knees bent outward. He looks casual, yet so fucking handsome you have to restrain yourself from fucking him there. 

"Don't look at me like that," you scold, tugging on his pants. 

"Like what," he grumbles, lifting his hips. 

His pants pool at his feet, his hardened cock free from restraints. "Like I don't know what I'm doing." He eyes you suspiciously, waiting for you to shut down his thoughts. "I've been fucked before, if that's what you're wondering." 

He hums in dissatisfaction. 

"I'll decide if you've been fucked, my lady." You raise a brow at the title. 

He opens his mouth to say something more, but only a loud groan escapes, your lips wrapping around his cock. His hips reflexively jut, his hand moving to your head in response to your movements, your tongue flattening along the underside. 

Harwin shudders, his chest rising in deep pants under your ministrations and his fingers flexing in an attempt to hold himself back from face fucking you. You work him steadily, glancing up at him through your lashes and feeling a sense of pride roll down your spine at his dishevelled state, his head lolling over the back of the lounge. 

"Fuck," he curses, tilting down to hold your gaze. 

You move a hand to work the rest of his cock that you can't fit in his mouth, momentarily pausing when he grabs your wrist, and quickly heaves you off him. "You do that, and this night ends very quickly." 

"I find it hard to believe that Breakbones finishes in under twenty seconds," you muse, slipping out his grip easily and situating yourself on his lap.

He groans quietly, both in frustration and need. "Believe me, my lady, that when I cum, I intend on cumming in you and filling you up." 

"Good." 

You begin undoing his jacket, sliding it off his shoulders and down his arms before moving to his shirt, heaving it up and revealing his toned stomach. Your fingers splay across his chest, feeling his hard-earned muscles and scars from various fights. You pause on a particularly large wound along his abdomen, feathering the pink tissue. 

"Don't worry about it," he whispers your name, reading the emotion on your face. 

"This is an assassination attempt, Harwin." You press, flickering up to hold his stare. "Someone almost succeeded in fucking killing you." Unwanted tears spring in your eyes, raw emotion thick within your voice.

The thought of Harwin being killed, frightens the fuck out of you. 

He cups your cheek, his thumb tenderly wiping a tear. "This is what I meant," he refers to his previous statement about his enemies. You still, your features hardening. 

"Don't you dare, Harwin. Don't you fucking dare." You spit. 

He stays silent, observing you whilst your fingers continue their path along his torso, grazing each other his scars. "Seven Hells help the next man that makes an attempt on your life," you vow, your hand splaying out over his heart. 

"My little warrior," he rasps, pulling you down to him. 

Your lips collide, the taste of him invading your mouth and stealing your breath away. You whimper at the feel of his hands sliding up your arms and resting on your collarbone, toying with your dress. Blindingly he reaches for the lace tying it together, pulling it apart and loosening the top section. 

Goosebumps rise along your flesh as Harwin gently tugs the dress down your arms, exposing your breasts and stomach once it pools around your hips. You rest your forehead in the crook of his neck, gasping under the ministrations of his hands along your breasts, his thumb tweaking the bud. 

You thread through his curls, your nails scraping his scalp and your lips seeking out his neck. 

Suddenly he lifts you off him, placing you down on your feet. You raise your eyebrows in surprise and a little confusion, unsure of his next motive. "Take it off," he commands softly, the low rumble in his chest making your heart rate spike. 

The dress falls to your feet and you step out of it, mindful of taking off your shoes and being left bare before him. He slowly takes his boots off, never breaking contact even whilst he removes his pants. 

You watch him stand, tilting your head as he comes near. He doesn't speak, nor does he kiss you again. Instead, he hooks his hands under your thighs and hoists you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist and your arms coming to the back do his neck. 

He walks toward your bed, gingerly laying you down. You stare up at him with adoration, every fibre of your body knowing you're safe with this man. Despite his reputation, you could almost laugh, knowing that there is a softer, more caring side to him than anyone realises.

No one has ever touched you like you're glass, like you could shatter and slip through his fingers. He kisses you with so much passion and care, in stark contrast to his daily goings. You've witnessed him in a brawl, smashing the men to the ground without a worry and pummelling them to an inch of their life. 

Yet you know, these hands handle you with love. 

You slide up to the head of the bed, brushing the hair from Harwin's face when he comes to hover above you. He descends, missing your face entirely and planting kisses along your neck, slowly travelling south. 

Airy breaths leave you, your body responding to his attention, more so as he pauses over your breasts, taking an erect nipple into his mouth and tugging. Fire pools within your stomach, threatening to pour out. In a way it does, your head falling back into the cushions and your lips parting to release sounds of pleasure. 

Harwin continues his way down, his eyes flickering up to you through his loose curls, intently watching your reaction as he nears between your thighs, softly blowing cool air on your sensitive region. You grit your teeth, glaring down at him. 

"Hurry up." 

"As my lady commands," he chuckles. 

Your flush at the incredibly loud moan, not exactly expecting him to dive right in. Harwin drags his tongue up your slit, finding your clit and sucking. He switches between flicking your clit with his tongue and sucking, groaning lowly to himself at watching you writhe under him. 

He draws more sounds out of you, snaking a hand up to tease your opening, carefully entering a finger. "Fuck!" You arch your back, your hands reaching for his hair. 

He slowly pumps it out of you, enjoying the way you feel around him. He can only imagine how tight you'd be around his cock. The thought almost makes him fuck you right here. 

Your stomach twists, your knuckles turning white. No man has made you feel like this, even with just his mouth and finger, the two bringing you closer and closer to the edge. 

He adds a second finger, wanting to properly prepare you for him, and enjoying watching you lose yourself to the pleasure he's giving you. 

He can feel you get close, teetering along the edge as he begins to increase his pace. You whimper at the ache, rutting your hips upward. "Harwin," you whine at the contact of his lips enclosing over your clit and sucking, hard. 

The fire burns brighter, scorchingly hot and desperate for a release. 

"Let go," he murmurs, gently nipping your clit. You do, your orgasm crashing down like a wave, engulfing you. 

He slowly continues to move his fingers through, allowing you to experience your high as he draws it out. He can't help but clean you up before he even thinks about moving away from the safety of your thighs. 

With ease, Harwin climbs back up, claiming your lips. You taste yourself, rummaging your hands through his hair and down his back, his muscles rippling under the pads of your fingers. 

He pulls away from you, question shining in his eyes; do you still want this?

You nod, leaning up to kiss him again, solidifying your answer. He hums, guiding his cock to press against your slit, teasing you for a moment before he nudges your opening. You gasp on his mouth, your nails digging into his shoulders at every inch. 

Harwin falls into the crook of your neck, groaning at the sensation. He stops moving once you've taken all you can, pausing to make sure you're comfortable. You clench around him in reflex, eliciting a deep rumble from his chest, his beard grazing your neck. 

"Harwin," you pant. "If you don't move in the next five seconds," 

He chuckles at your warning, slowly pulling back. You bite your lip, closing your eyes at the high pleasure rocking throughout your body. Harwin lifts his head, his forehead brushing your own. He intends to watch you complete shatter underneath him. 

He slams home, somewhat slow but hard, rutting into you like wild waves against a rock, your back arching and pressing your chest to his. You can't help but rake your nails down Harwin's back, ignorant to the fact that you're close to drawing blood, desperate for a way to show how easily he's unravelled you. 

"Gods Harwin," you cry out at each thrust, harder and deeper than before. 

He grins, his lips on your ear, "I know quiet isn't exactly in your nature, but maybe don't alert everyone in the Red Keep of our rendezvous." 

"Oh fuck off."

Harwin reaches for the headboard, his knuckles turning white from his harsh grip, using it as leverage to pound harder. You chant his name, subconsciously clenching and unclenching around him, causing him to falter each time. 

That burning ache brews within you, gradually growing with each slide into you. His free hand comes down to your clit, playing with the bud and drawing you closer to the edge. Overwhelming sensations spark up your body, your legs starting to shake from the pleasure. 

"Harwin," you whine. 

"I know," he grits, picking up his pace. He hits parts of you that you never knew existed, fireworks erupting each time he enters you deeper, if that were possible. "Good girl, you're taking me so well, hmm?"

Your head is tilted up by his hand leaving the headboard to cup the side of your face, forcing your eyes on him. You struggle to keep your eyes open, a drowsy, drunken look coming across you. 

Without warning, you let go, bursting around him. "Gods, fuck!" Harwin calls your name, following you over. He couldn't last any longer, not after feeling you come undone from him. 

You gape in a silent moan, relishing in the feeling of him fill you up, his hips slowing but not yet relenting. You shiver from the sensitivity, thankful for when he stops. You struggle to hold contact, fatigue seeping in. 

You sigh at the feeling of him remove himself, your muscles relaxing and your spine calming. You don't see where Harwin moves off to, until he comes back and murmurs for you to spread your legs, gently wiping his seed from your thighs. 

For a moment, you wonder what happens now. Does he just leave? Does he stay? What happens between the two of you? Thoughts rummage, ruining your come down. 

"Hey," he brushes your forehead. "Come here." He pulls the sheets back, indicating for you to crawl underneath. All those thoughts are momentarily thrown out the window when he slides in beside you, pulling you to him. 

You lay in silence, your head on his chest and your hand playing with his loose curls. "What happens now?" You can't help but ask. 

"Now?" He hums, his chest vibrating. "You become my lady wife, and I fuck you whenever I please." 

You laugh, rolling further into him. "You better, now that I've given you my maidenhood." 

He pulls away slightly, making you look at him. "What? You told me that this wasn't your first-" he stops, reading the glint in your eye and the expression on your face. "You cheeky girl, almost gave me a heart failure." 

You grin cheekily, not quite saying anything whilst you comb his hair. You've found yourself with an obsession. "Leave your hair like this," you say lowly, loving the way it frames his face. 

"But it gets in my way," he grumbles, swatting your hand away. 

"And I like it like this," you counter, going for his curls again, but this time running your nails along his scalp, smirking at his groan. "And I think you secretly like it too." He gives you the side eye, taking your other hand and bringing it to his lips.