#harwin strong x oc
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Ooohhhh okie so;
Can I get a Harwin x Fem!Reader
Major fluff, I’m thinking Harwin either wining or losing to Daemon at a tourney and reader like cleans him up as they share a bath.
The idea is really vague.
(Feel free to ignore!!)
Crown of Soap.// Ser Harwin Strong x fem!reader.
Summary: Ser Harwin only wants to crown his wife as the Queen of Love and Beauty. And the problem is not that Daemon is his opponent, but that his wife does not want Harwin to win the tournament.
A/N: sorry if this was too much introduction till the bath. I LOVED THIS IDEA. Thank you for reaching, hope you like it❤️gif not mine.
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Days at King Viserys's court were quiet considering the presence of Prince Daemon. Daemon's marriage to his beloved niece Rhaenyra had brought happiness to the family, though it was a difficult decision for the King. But the Princess radiated joy and quickly outgrown your reputation as a happy bride. Whenever Rhaenyra appeared in your room, your husband Harwin left politely but hurriedly. You could see him roll his eyes when your attention was taken from him, and you could only smile at his politeness, knowing full well that he was not irritated, and that he was exaggerating just to amuse you. You, on the other hand, were deeply happy for your dear friend Rhaenyra, who had trusted you from the first day you sat beside her. And of course, the Crown Princess's wedding deserved something grand, something to entertain the nobles, a tournament.
"No, Harwin, there is no need for you to participate," you told him at dinner. Your refusal took him by surprise.
"And why not? It will be fun. Besides, who can beat me?"
Ser Harwin "Breakbones," of course, and his confident smile appeared at that nickname. And the breadth of his shoulders and the strength of his arms would never deny it, but not everything lasts forever. Daemon was a proud, competitive man, and besides, Harwin was more clumsy, strong, but clumsy.
"Well, I just don't want you to get hurt too badly."
"I'll take my chances. I want to crown you Queen of love and beauty."
"That's very sweet..." you saw him take your hand, pleased with himself. "But I wouldn't want you to."
"I'm not understanding anything."
Poor thing, you stroked his hand, big and rough but so manly and tender.
"It's a tournament in honour of Daemon and Rhaenyra. And Daemon will want to win to crown Rhaenyra. And honestly, she deserves to be crowned, even if Daemon doesn't deserve to win. You don't know how many times the Princess has cried on my shoulder for Daemon. She doesn't deserve that man either...but since she's got him, it would be fitting to give them a nice start to their marriage. Do you understand, my love?"
You watched as he processed the information, his sweet eyes looking into yours. And he nodded, smiling and stroking your hand back.
"All right...but I'm not going to make a fool of myself."
"Harwin..." you chided him.
"You deserve crowns too, and it is my duty to honour you. So I won't let them laugh at me or you. And I will fight as hard as the Prince fights." His tone was serious, but not strong or stern.
"I don't want a crown!"
"Then you shall have it!"
"You are disgustingly stubborn."
"You cannot prevent me from winning fairly. It is dishonourable."
"Harwin, please..." he got up to get into bed, shaking his head.
"I'm sorry, but I'm going to win you that crown." He pointed his finger at you and began to undress.
"Then I'll flush it down the toilet," you lied, crossing your arms.
You could see the smile creeping back on his face, and you couldn't hide it much longer either. And the 'discussion' went on until Harwin fell asleep.
The tournament was not long in coming. Of course, while you were putting on one of your best dresses, Harwin was putting on one of his best suits of armour. He sat obediently for you to put his long, curly hair up in a ponytail. You offered to be late for the tournament while you frolicked in bed, but he declined.
"We'll enjoy tonight, where I can see you happy and beautiful with your new crown. Only with your crown."
"That's if you come in one piece, my love."
Of course, he never took such remarks with offence. A man as great as he was did not doubt his manliness in the face of words, and his dear wife was the first with whom he could be vulnerable and who truly knew his ways. And to hurt Harwin's spirit it took more than that, and that was what you loved most about him, that he was so much more than 'the strongest man in the Seven Kingdoms'. He gave you a tantalising kiss before parting from you, a kiss that could have gone further, but Harwin broke away, leaving you wanting more. As you sat down next to Rhaenyra, you could see him smile sympathetically at his squire, happy and nervous. The bride looked with his same emotions, her eyes searching energetically for Daemon, touching her necklace.
"Who are you going to bet on, Princess?" you asked jokingly.
"For my husband, just as you will bet on yours..." she replied, smiling.
"Oh, don't think I'm so convinced. Prince Daemon will do everything he can to crown you. He'd be willing to finish off the brute of Harwin to win a kiss from you."
You watched as Rhaenyra laughed, blushing. She reminded you of yourself when you were newly wed. A young lady, who travelled with her father to King's Landing to gain a place among the King's court. And of course, you were given the duty of marriage. The Princess and now Queen Alicent were kind, and kept you company during the exhausting courtships of the lords. Rhaenyra was only bent on marrying Daemon, Alicent was already married, but you couldn't find anyone you liked at all. Until the hunt in honour of Aegon. Ser Harwin Strong hadn't said a word to you since you arrived, and it was understandable since you were a girl in the shadow of a princess and liked to watch him from afar. When the whole court moved to spend three days hunting, the Strongs offered to take you and your father in the carriage, for yours had broken down in the middle of the road. And it was during those days that Harwin truly saw you. He gave up riding on his own horse to keep talking to you on the road, gave you his cloak at night when it was cool, and sat beside you at suppers, listening to your gossip while he told you what he had seen on the hunt. And though Harwin was a candidate to be the Princess's husband, he was quick to ask your father for your hand, but not before asking you first. Your betrothal was so simple and so happy that Rhaenyra had to hide her jealousy, but it was soon noticed and you and Harwin planned dinners with Ser Lyonel, where you convinced him that Daemon would be the best choice and conveyed it to the king. You triumphed.
The jousting began, and as expected, the final three were Daemon, Harwin and Criston. Your husband winked at you every time his opponent fell to the ground. And it was he who defeated Criston, making both you and Rhaenyra chuckle a bit too much. When it was his and Daemon's turn, they both approached the stand where you were standing. Daemon asked his wife for her favour, while Harwin asked for yours. You chose the most beautiful and simple ribbon, with small purple flowers and colourful dark green leaves. When you put it on Harwin, you looked into his eyes.
"I would wish you luck, my lord, but if you do the right thing, you will always come out on top." That was your last request.
And you watched as they both clung tightly to your horses. Difficult to overthrow, Daemon and Harwin were beginning to grow frustrated, as were you and Rhaenyra. And when Harwin broke Daemon's shield, it was all but settled for the knight to win, not the prince. Before they made the final turn, Harwin looked at you, without the smile, and you nodded for him to look at Rhaenyra. She was holding your hands, her face was one of disappointment as she saw her husband angry at the situation. And you saw how he himself struggled. On the last blow, Harwin again galloped with impetus, as did the Prince, and before he could strike the blow, the Prince was able to push him off his horse. It was harsh, and a resounding fall. Everyone held their breath a little before bursting into applause as Harwin removed his helmet in defeat. You clapped as you watched your husband, being lifted up by Daemon. They shook hands and then he reached for his squire. And from a distance he could see the smile on your face as Rhaenyra was crowned Queen of Love and Beauty by her husband. Then, he waited for you to arrive at his tent so that you would feel sorry for him.
"Are you all right?" You asked, genuinely dismayed.
"I think I need to wait in bed for a month and a half. In the company of my wife, naked if possible. The masters so indicate." He exaggerated a tired tone that made you laugh.
"You are perfectly fine, I see. Though you reek of sweat."
"A crown of flowers would have taken away this stench."
"Soap and water is also a good option."
And you walked towards the castle, but Harwin was not at your side, and when you turned you saw that he was limping. The sight made you tender, for he was so big, he made so much noise in that armour, and he walked like a little boy with that smile framed by a beard. You had to let him rest his arm on your shoulders.
"Come on, 'old-bones', we haven't got all day."
You smiled at him when he rolled his eyes at his nickname. Harwin didn't have that many years on you, you were always amused by the nickname, pointing out his very limited grey hair as if it was the beginning of the end, and watched as he proceeded to try to impress you with his talents. And you loved those displays, him picking you up, practising with his sword in front of you, or helping to fix things around the castle. In time, Harwin began to enjoy your "pity" for him when he fell asleep on your chest, or when you read aloud to him. When he was drowsy he always let you fill his face with little kisses. The maidens prepared a large bath for you, with refreshing water after the hot day, and the squire brought into the room the cloak, shield and crown with which you had wished Harwin luck.
You helped him take off his armour, one of your favourite hobbies, and your husband always enjoyed watching your concentration. He had bruises when you undressed him completely, and one that was sure to get worse on his abdomen, where Daemon had struck to get him to throw it off. He was sweaty, incredibly handsome, but his injuries worried you.
"Don't worry," he said, voice low and caressing your face, making you stare at him. "I'm fine."
"It's a good bump."
"That's what happens when you raise your arm too high, you find a weak spot."
You could tell by the smile. Harwin had done it on purpose, he'd let himself get hit. It made sense, he had the advantage, and he was too easy to beat even when Daemon had been hurt worse.
"You let him win..."
"No..." he lied. "I'm old, that's all."
He climbed into the tub by himself, sinking down to wet his head. Meanwhile, you stood outside, watching him, your brave knight. Grabbing an ointment, you sat beside the tub and carefully spread the cream over those bruises. You could feel Harwin's eyes following you. And when you reached the big one, the pain made him pull away.
"I'm sorry," you said, "I can't quite reach, turn around a bit."
"No," he replied. "Get in with me. You smell like sweat too."
"But I have to put the ointment on you."
"Put it on later. Take a bath with me."
At your refusal, Harwin splashed the water on you, soaking much of your dress and hair. So, wanting to kill him, you gasped and shed your clothes. Your husband couldn't take his eyes off you, and immediately made room for you.
"This bathtub isn't that big..." you said as you settled in.
"I know, and that's what I like the most."
You were in front of him. You had to pull your knees up to your chest to get in, and Harwin grabbed your foot and made you straighten your leg. When he kissed you on the sole, his beard tickled you.
"Harwin, stop!"
"I can't hear you, wife, you're too far away." And he tugged at the hand you'd thrown to pull your foot away from his lips, and pulled you down to lie in his lap. Your faces close and his hands resting on your waist. Then already Harwin let you clean him. With the washcloth and a bar of soap, he closed his eyes as you ran it gently over his armpits, over his shoulders, always leaving a path of caresses.
"It's a shame you didn't win, my lord..."
"More's my pity you didn't get a crown."
"You're obsessed with the crown," you joked. Harwin opened his eyes to focus on you. "Honestly, I don't need you to win tournaments or be a great fighter to prove anything. I like the humble, good man I have for a husband."
As you washed his face, Harwin moved his hand along the curve of your back.
"I just wanted to see you shine," he confessed.
"What do you mean?"
"Ever since you came to the palace, you've been in the Princess's shadow forever. And I only dared to speak to you when I could find you apart from her. You are more than a lady-in-waiting to Rhaenyra, and I feel that the life I give you does not take you away from that. I feel that...I need to bring you pride and honour. I need them to see you, as I see you."
"Oh, Harwin..." you threw yourself on his mouth, and you kissed each other so passionately that you felt like you could melt right there, on top of your husband, with his flowery scent and warm from sweat. And as you kissed, Harwin's hand caressed your thighs, drawing you even closer to him. When you broke apart, your smile was irrepressible.
"I adore you... I adore you for what you have done for Rhaenyra. And I adore you for thinking of me. And I love you, Harwin, I love you for being the gentle knight as sweet as you are stubborn."
You saw him blush, smiling. And you kept bathing him until all that was left to do was to wash his hair. Then you stood behind him, all that back holding your upperbody.
"I can't wait to be an old man so you have to bathe me all the time." You felt him relax with your massage.
"In a month you'll be fulfilling that dream, you little elder."
You heard his laughter as you removed the soap from his hair. And then all that was left to do was relax. With Harwin between your legs and his head on your chest, his hands caressed the hands resting on his chest and you stared into nothingness. Then you began to talk about your favourite subject.
"I saw Criston tripping before the joust began," Harwin said. "He thought no one saw him, but he saw me looking at him."
"And you laughed, didn't you?"
"And I laughed..." and Harwin burst into laughter again, laughing and making you laugh as well. "Well, though in fairness, I don't think there's anyone in the kingdom who could wear a crown of flowers better than Criston, he's a handsome mother fucker..."
"I don't agree. He's very handsome...but he doesn't deserve it."
Your arm reached for the small crown from before, Harwin looked over to see what you were doing. When you took the little crown, he thought he understood everything.
"True, you are a better candidate for..." when he went to take it from you to crown you, you pushed it away from him.
"No, my dear Harwin. I don't deserve it either..." you put on an exaggerated solemn tone. "The true king of love and beauty is the sweet knight Ser Harwin 'Breakbones' Strong."
And he let you put the crown on him, his hair wet and clean. You watched as he clasped his hands together and placed them tenderly near his cheeks, lifting one shoulder flirtatiously. He forced you to kiss his hand, which you did as you laughed. But his appreciation was shown when he plunged you back into one of those kisses that only he knew how to give you, the kiss he had promised before the joust began.
And you knew he was truly honoured because he spent the rest of the day with that wreath on, and took one of the flowers in his suit the next day. No one else could know even if they saw it on his shirt. But only you needed to know, because when you got close to his chest you could smell not just a flower, but the love and beauty it represented.
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second heir
pairing: harwin strong x targaryen!oc
synposis: tensions in the targaryen family rise when viserra targaryen, the youngest child of queen aemma and king viserys, gives birth to her second son with ser harwin strong. ser criston cole learns that picking on harwin strong's son is not the smartest decision.
warnings: graphic depiction of childbirth, swearing, violence, slight angst, fluff, ser cri*t*n c*le
notes: I usually do a reader insert but thought it would make more sense to use a targaryen-esque name - enjoy!
"Push Princess. Just one more."
A whimper escaped her lips. Her body felt like it was on fire. Or dipped in acid. Or both. In that moment, Viserra Targaryen was convinced there was no greater suffering on earth than that of childbirth.
"Push!"
"I'm fucking trying." Viserra seethed through clenched teeth as she pushed with all her might.
"Come on my love." The deep voice of her husband murmured in her ear as he knelt beside her. "Take my hand."
Viserra let out a groan of pain as she pushed once more, her hand clasping around her husband's as she squeezed with all her might.
"Why did you have to get me pregnant you fucking cunt, I swear I'm going to-" Her rant was cut off as she let out another scream of pain as the midwife behind her held open her legs.
"I think one more push will do it princess, I see the head!" The midwife announced from below her.
"Yes darling, tell me how much of a cunt I am come on." A gloved hand caressed her face, drawing her attention away from the midwife between her thighs. Her eyes locked with the deep brown ones of her husband.
"I love you, you stupid cunt- ah!" If he was not so strong she most likely would have pulverised the bones in his hand.
A breathy chuckle escaped Harwin Strong's lips as he squeezed her hand back.
"I am a cunt, a cunt that loves you very much." With that she clenched her eyes shut as she gave one last push.
She let out a moan of relief as the pain subsided, air filling up her lungs once more as the midwives gushed in praise.
"It's ok my love, it is over." Harwin murmured, kissing her damp hair as he held her closely.
"You are so strong, a brave mother." Viserra let out a silent sob as she clung to her husband, letting him pepper her face with kisses and praises as she fell limp in his arms.
"It is a boy, princess."
Viserra finally opened her eyes as crying filled the cavernous room. She was both crying and laughing with joy as she watched the midwife carefully bundle up her son.
Overwhelming love and warmth filled her as her son was placed into her outstretched arms. Almost as if those last few hours of pain had been erased, like she would do it all again now just to hold him like this.
"Healthy?"
"As healthy as one can be, princess." The midwife confirmed.
Viserra let out another sob as she cradled her son to her chest and placed a kiss to his forehead.
"Hi baby." She whispered to him, watching as he squirmed and flailed in her arms.
"Look how beautiful he is." She murmured, finally passing him to Harwin to hold.
"Well no wonder, look at his mother." Harwin smiled softly as he gently took his son in his arms. "I told you I knew it would be another boy."
Viserra felt her heart warm when she saw the tears rolling down her husband's cheeks as he spoke.
"He is perfect." She remarked, her eyes never leaving her son, completely entranced in the new life she and Harwin had just created.
"That he is." Harwin murmured as he carefully handed him back to Viserra.
"Princess." The sound of an unfamiliar voice made Viserra finally tear away her eyes from her son.
She felt a sense of dread course through her at the sight of the nervous handmaiden. She knew that could mean only one thing.
"The Queen has requested the child be brought to her. Immediately."
"Now? For what purpose?" Harwin's voice was demanding as he rose to his feet, a complete shift in his demeanour from only moments ago.
"I-I-" The handmaiden began to flounder, her eyes wide and fearful as she glanced between the commander and the princess.
"-it is fine." Viserra saved the handmaiden from her unpredictable fate.
"I will take him myself."
"You will do no such thing." Harwin snapped as Viserra began to push herself off the mattress. "You must rest."
"Your husband is right princess, you must stay in bed." One of the midwives agreed.
They were right, of course. Viserra wanted nothing more than to lay in bed with her husband and new son. But Queen Alicent Hightower had already ruined that perfect moment by sending her handmaiden in here. Just the mention of her name was poisonous enough to sour everything it touched.
The least Viserra could do now was ensure that she drip fed the Queen her own sweetly crafted poison while she met her grandson.
"Remove the cord and make sure the afterbirth has arrived. Then help me dress. Husband, you hold him."
Harwin eyed his wife for a few moments before nodding as he took his son once more. He knew his wife well enough to know that once she made her mind up, there was no changing it. Best to stand aside and let her run her course.
"It is done princess." One of the midwives announced after a few minutes.
Viserra gritted her teeth and wrapped a hand around one of the bedposts. She ground her teeth in an attempt to extinguish the grunt of pain she let out as she pulled herself off the bed and onto her feet.
"This is ridiculous." Harwin spat, his heart aching as he watched helplessly as his wife winced as the handmaidens cinched her dress around her waist.
"What could possibly be so urgent that she needs to see our son right away."
"I am sure the Queen has her very rationale reasons." Viserra drawled as the handmaidens stepped away from her.
"Let us just get this over with." She huffed as they opened the doors from their chambers.
"Run a bath for the princess for when she returns." Harwin murmured to one of the servants quietly so Viserra did not hear.
"Sister!" The sound of Rhaenyra's voice filled her ears the second they stepped into their main living quarters.
"A healthy boy, I heard." Viserra felt a smile form on her lips at the sight of her sister bounding towards her.
"Oh he is beautiful sister, congratulations." A rare true smile appeared on Rhaenyra's face as she stared down at her nephew.
"Thank you sister."
The smile was quick to fall from Rhaenyra's features when she noticed Harwin's grim features and the way her sister's smile did not meet her eyes.
Her brow narrowed when she watched her brother in law and sister begin to make their way towards the threshold of their quarters.
"What is wrong? Where are you going?"
"The Queen has requested to see him. Immediately." Harwin answered as they stepped into the hallway.
"She what?" Rhaenyra could hardly believe her ears as she walked alongside them.
"I know she did it with Joffrey but I never thought- she has gone too far. I cannot sit by and-"
"- you can and you will sister." Viserra cut her off, breathing deeply as pain rumbled through her.
"We will go and show her the child, let her feel powerful for a few moments. It might do her some good." Their voices were low as they made their way through the hallway. At a very slow pace at that given Viserra's state.
"I am coming with you."
"No." Viserra's voice was firm as she came to a stop to grab her sister's arm. "She will just find some way to villainize you or to get you to say something she can twist."
Rhaenyra's face morphed into one of sadness as she studied her sister.
"Let her torture us for a while." Viserra insisted.
"We can handle it." Harwin spoke, sending his sister in law a nod.
Rhaneyra glanced between them as she tried to reach a decision. She knew what the rationale one was. That her sister was right. As heir it was more strategic to leave it. But as Viserra's older sister, every part of her was screaming at her to march up those stairs and tear Allicent's hair from her scalp.
The look on Harwin's face was what made her decision for her. The look that said if anything happened to his wife, he would literally murder everything in sight. She knew her sister was safe with him.
"Fine." She relented. "But please try not to strain yourself too much sister." A hand reached up to gently brush Viserra's cheek.
"I will do my best." Viserra forced a small on her lips as she leant into her sister's touch.
With that Harwin and Viserra were on their way once more. Viserra let out a whimper as she clung to his arm. They had only made it a few metres when Harwin came to a stop.
"Alright that is it."
"Harwin what-"
"Hold him." Viserra opened her mouth in surprise as he passed their son into her arms.
"Harwin-" She let out a small yelp of surprise as he bent down and wrapped his hands under her back and legs and lifted her off the ground with ease.
She clung to their son as Harwin cradled her in his arms and began to march with a determined pace towards the Queen's chambers.
"Harwin-" She began for the third time.
"I will put you down before we go inside do not fret. We can let her think you scaled those steps on your own. But I am not letting my wife who just gave birth take another step if it can be avoided." He answered her as he passed by gaping onlookers without so much as a glance in their direction.
Her heart warmed at his words. She felt her anger subdue for a few moments as she studied her husband, with that look of loyal determination on his features. The face that she had fallen in love with as a teenager.
She remembered the day that he had taken up a position as a sworn protector of her family. The first time the pair locked eyes across the hall. The first time they spoke when he caught her trying to sneak out of the castle. The first time they unfurled their secrets to one another. The first time she took his hand and led him into her chambers.
While Rhaenyra was having her tryst with Criston Cole, Viserra was having hers with Harwin Strong.
But unlike her sister, Viserra did not have the weight of being their father's heir on her shoulders. Nor was her father as focused on marrying her off to the most politically strategic husband possible.
So when Viserra walked in one afternoon and informed her father that she was in love with Harwin Strong and was to wed him, what else was he to do but agree? He could never say no to his baby daughter, nor did he want to. He could see how in love she was and all he wished was for her to be happy. Besides, the rumours of their tryst and the ruining of her maidenhood had began to spread through the castle. This would quell those rumours.
It made sense politically too, given Harwin Strong was the son of the hand of the king and the heir to Harrenhal. It was the perfect strategic match for a second born daughter. That was how he had explained it to Alicent when she had questioned it anyway. Of course, that only deepened the queen's jealousy and resentment towards the Targaryen sisters.
Harwin came to a stop in front of the Queen's chambers. Viserra brought a hand up to caress his cheek.
"I love you husband."
"As I love you, wife." He answered, pressing a kiss to her palm as he gently placed her down on the ground. He captured her lips in a kiss. The usually frowned upon public display of affection caused the guards stationed at the door to divert their eyes.
"Give her hell." He whispered into her ear as the doors opened.
That she would.
Their son squirmed in her arms as they made their way inside. Neither spared Ser Criston Cole a glance as they passed him. Alicent was standing at the window, her back to them, her gaze fixed over the sea.
Viserra fought the urge to double over in pain as her insides burned. Her body was slick with sweat. Practically dripping from head to toe. Her blonde hair plastered to her face and back.
It was a comfort to her to know that even when she looked like this, Alicent's beauty would still never compare. A small comfort, perhaps a petulant one. But a comfort nonetheless.
"Viserra." Alicent's sickly sweet voice rung out through the cavernous room.
"What are you doing here? You should be resting after your labours." Her concern almost sounded sincere.
"I did not wish to disappoint you, your grace." Viserra answered as Harwin ushered her over to the couch.
"Oh yes, please sit." Alicent nodded, her dress swishing at her ankles as she made her way over to them.
She watched with intense eyes as Harwin guided his wife down to sit on the sofa. His gaze was so full of love and concern it almost made Alicent feel ill. Anger rippled through her as he placed a tender kiss to Viserra's forehead.
Such love, such intimacy. It was something that Alicent would never experience. At least Rhaenyra had to make some small sacrifices in the name of duty as heir. Viserra on the other hand did not even know the meaning.
Being the second born daughter meant the focus had always been off her. That she could run around and do as she pleased with no consequences. Alicent had known of her treacherous affair with the Strong boy, she had even gone to Viserys with the information. Yet nothing was done, she was brushed off once more. And after all that Viserra still got to wed the man that she loved.
"I cannot believe how long it has been since your last son was born. How old is Aemar now?"
"He will be six next month, your grace." Harwin answered her.
"Six." Alicent remarked. "Such a long space in between children."
"It was not for a lack of trying your grace." Viserra answered her as she raised a brow. "Believe me."
Harwin glanced down at his feet to hide his smirk as Alicent's mouth drew into a sharp line.
"Yes well, better late than never I suppose." She cleared her throat as she approached them.
"Let me meet him properly." It was a demand, not a question. Her arms extended expectantly. Viserra bit her tongue as she reluctantly handed the queen the small bundle in her arms.
"He was two weeks early I understand? Like his brother?"
"Ten days early, your grace."
Alicent let out a hum as she examined the child in her arms intently. "Do the maesters think it will impact him the way it has Aemar?"
Viserra could feel the fire beginning to build up inside her.
"I am not sure I understand, your grace." Harwin spoke for her, noting the way his wife's fists had curled up the material of the sofa.
"Well the boy is quite small for his age."
Criston Cole smirked in the corner.
"The maesters have assured us they are both strong and healthy. They do have Targaryen blood after all." Viserra answered, using every ounce of her strength to keep her voice calm.
"Unless you are questioning the quality of Targaryen blood, your grace. Which I am sure was not your intention."
Alicent looked up from the child, her eyes locking with Viserra's.
"Of course not. I suppose it would have to be the integrity of your husband's blood that caused such defects."
Silence fell over the room. It had been such an off handed remark. Said so casually and plainly for how great of an insult the words wielded.
Harwin and Viserra were no fools. They were aware of the Queen's suspicions around the lineage of Rhaenyra's three children. The rumours that they had been fathered by one of the knights in the city watch. They were true, of course. It was plain as day. The three boys had dark brown hair and pale skin. But nothing would extract that confession from Viserra.
It was only logical for Alicent to start questioning the lineage of Viserra's children too. If one sister was capable of adultry, why not the other? It did not help that Aemar had been born small and lean, particular in comparison to his father. But the maesters had assured Harwin and Viserra that he was merely a late bloomer, that he would grow into his build.
As Viserra stared at Alicent, she wondered how she had ever felt sympathy for her. Much less been her friend. She used to follow Rhaenyra and Alicent around wherever they went when she was a child. Hanging onto their every word like it was gospel.
Even after her father had announced his intention to wed Alicent, Viserra had still tried to be friends. She had seen how Otto Hightower had manoeuvred his daughter like a chess piece for his own gain. And she had felt sorry for her as she watched her churn out child after child, trapped in a loveless marriage.
But the moment she had started going after Rhaenyra, all hope was lost. And as the three women grew, Alicent's bitterness towards Rhaenyra spread to Viserra, entangling her up in her web of venom and lies and hatred.
There was no repairing the bond that had been broken.
"What did you say?" Harwin's voice was low, his eyes bright with rage.
He took a step towards her. The sound of Criston Cole's blade being unsheathed rang out behind them.
"Husband, relax." Viserra brought a hand up to grip his forearm.
She turned around in her seat and glared at Criston. "And sheath your blade Ser Criston, there is no need for such theatrics." She resisted the urge to smile at the sight of his glowering stare.
"The Queen did not mean any harm by her words." Her voice was scarily light and calm. She forced a chuckle up her throat and past her lips. Her face was the perfect portrait of calm.
She thought she might tear the Queen's head clean off her shoulders when she noticed Alicent's grip on her son tighten.
"You know that she is often left alone by father, sometimes he forgets to pass on things. Like what the maester's have told him about the health of his grandchildren."
Viserra could feel Harwin relax under her touch as she shot Alicent a smile.
"Right, your grace?"
If looks could kill, Viserra would be shredded into ribbons right now.
"Of course. I meant no offence." Alicent managed to force out, causing Viserra's grin to widen.
Viserra knew she should leave it at that. To not poke the beast. But Alicent's insult had ignited the flame within her. And once that flame was alight, it could not easily be extinguished.
"You know, you must get your boys to come meet their new nephew, your grace. Especially Aegon." Viserra spoke casually as Alicent handed her son back to her.
"Must I?"
"Oh yes. I mean with me as second heir and the birth of our son that would put Aegon now at... seventh in line?" Viserra feigned confusion as she glanced up at Harwin.
Harwin knew the nature of the game instantly.
"Eighth, my love. Counting our little nephew." Harwin responded, a smirk on his lips as he glared at the queen.
"Oh yes eighth of course, I almost forgot to count little Prince Joffrey. My mistake." Viserra chuckled.
"I know Aegon is not so... passionate about ruling as you or your father are, so I am sure that the knowledge he is now eighth in line would be most relieving for him to hear."
Viserra was not sure if she had ever seen Alicent so unhinged. Her bottom lip trembled and her face twitched as she stared at her step-daughter. Usually the perfect face of righteousness and dignity. The ever composed queen. She looked as if she might just step forward and scratch Viserra's eyes out.
"You dare-"
"What happy news this morning!"
Viserra felt her heart warm at the sight of her father making his way through the double doors. Viserys' eyes lit up at the sight of his daughter and his newest grandson.
"It appears your hunch was right Harwin, a healthy boy I have heard."
"Indeed your grace." Harwin smiled as Viserra extended out the bundle of cloth for him to take.
"Let me see my handsome grandson."
Alicent glared as she watched her husband take the child in his arms. He had never even looked that happy when holding their own children.
"Oh he is beautiful. He will make a strong knight I am sure." Viserys beamed as he rocked the babe gently.
"Has my grandson got a name yet?"
"We were thinking Edmyn." Viserra answered when Harwin glanced down at her questioningly.
A grin spread across his lips at the name. It was a traditional House Strong name. One that Viserra knew Harwin had been secretly dying for.
"Edmyn? That is an unusual Valyrian name." Alicent chimed in. Viserra had to resist the urge to roll her eyes.
"Because it is not one. Aemar has a Valyrian name, I think it only fitting we also pay homage to the Strongs."
"I could not agree more daughter. Edmyn suits him. I am sure your father will be proud of it Harwin."
"Indeed he will your grace."
This time it was Alicent's turn to not roll her eyes.
"You know, I think I can see a bit of his grandmother in him." Viserys remarked, his voice cracking ever so slightly. Viserra could feel tears threatening to pool in her own eyes at the mention of her mother.
Harwin cleared his throat when he noticed his wife's state.
"If it is ok with you, your grace, your daughter has been more braver than I could ever be, I think she deserves to rest."
"Oh of course." Viserys smiled as he glanced down at his daughter. "I know how draining your labours can be."
"Thank you father." Viserra grimaced as Harwin helped her back up onto her feet.
"We are hoping to bare you a granddaughter next." She continued as she studied Alicent. "And we have already picked out the name."
She was more than happy to twist the knife in further.
"Aemma."
This time Alicent could not fight the eye roll at Viserra's words, turning her back as she did so.
A tear rolled down Viserys' cheek as he brought his hand up to caress his daughter's cheek.
"We can only hope the gods may be so kind." Viserys smiled as he embraced her in a tight hug.
"Now go rest with your husband and new child."
Viserra winced as she slipped into the hot tub. She withheld a moan as the warm water surrounded her, melting into her skin and bones.
"I am sorry if I bled on you."
Harwin let out a small chuckle and shook his head as he knelt down beside the tub.
"I have seen the worst that mankind has to offer, the type of violence that no one should see. You really think a little bit of blood is going to offend me?" He mused as he brought a damp cloth up to her forehead.
His gaze softened when she did not reply, watching as her eyes fluttered closed.
"You should not have had to go through that today." He murmured as he tenderly cleaned her.
"No." She conceded. "I should not have."
"You would not have to if we left King's Landing. If we travelled to Harrenhal and lived with my family."
"You know I cannot leave Rhaenyra. Not with these spiders circling her ever tighter. She is surrounded. I am all she has." Harwin withheld a sigh at her words.
They were expected, but disappointing none the less.
"I know."
No more was said as Harwin bathed her and helped her dress. He picked her up and carried her to their bed, placing her gently on the satin sheets.
She was asleep before her head hit the pillow. Harwin smiled softly as he watched her sleep, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
Viserra stirred but did not wake at the sound of a soft knock on the door. Harwin spared her one last glance before he crept to the door. He was greeted by Rhaenyra Targaryen on the other side.
"Is Viserra asleep?"
"She has had a long day." He answered quietly.
Rhaenyra merely nodded in understanding, her face tight with worry as she glanced over Harwin's shoulder.
"She will tell you all tomorrow, I am sure." He assured the princess.
"Was it bad?"
"Quite. Alicent grows more venomous each day." Harwin answered.
"I thought Viserra would be spared given she is not first heir."
"It appears that her resentment has spread to encompass your sister too, princess." Harwin could not hide the anger in his voice as he spoke. He hated feeling so helpless, like there was nothing he could do to protect his wife.
"You should leave, you do not have to stay here. Both of you and the boys should go to Harrenhal. Be spared from this torture." Rhaenyra whispered, desperation evident in her voice.
"You and I both know that Viserra will never leave you alone here."
Rhaenyra sighed and nodded in agreement. "I wish I had not taught her to be so stubborn."
A sad smile spread across Harwin's lips.
"As do I."
Harwin squinted as the sunlight hit his eyes. He stepped out into the training courtyard. The sound of wooden swords hitting sacks filled with barley filled his ears. The grunts of young boys exerting themselves as they practiced.
He glanced up to see Viserys watching from above. He gave him a nod and a smile in greeting. His eyes scanned the yard, counting four of his nephews. He was quick to spot his son. The smallest of the five children. And the only one skulking about in the corner.
A smile spread across his lips as he watched the way Aemar's eyes brightened at the sight of him. Aemar dropped his sword without a second thought and raced towards him, weaving between the other boys to reach him.
Harwin let out a small chuckle as Aemar smashed into his leg, wrapping his thin limbs around his thigh to cling to him.
"Is it supper time father? Is training over?" His son asked as he peered up at him through his thick head of dark hair.
"Not quite yet. I just came to see how you were getting along."
"Oh." Aemar's smile was quick to fall. He watched as his father crouched down to meet his eyes.
"Maybe I can finish training early today? Could you ask mother?"
"Your mother is sleeping with your brother. She is quite tired."
"Oh no do not disturb her then, mother deserves as much rest as she can have." Aemar's brow knitted together as concern flashed across his features.
Harwin smiled softly as he ran a hand through his son's hair. He had always been so considerate and kind of others. Something that worried Harwin slightly. That kind of compassion was a weakness here.
"How has your training been going?" Harwin's eyes drifted over to Criston to see Criston's gaze already locked onto his.
Aemar glanced down at his feet. "Fine."
A lie.
Harwin could see Criston speaking to Alicent's boys, Rhaenyra's children left to practice on their own. He had a feeling his son was being given the same treatment.
"Go on then, I will watch you train and then we can go get something to eat." Harwin shot his son a warm smile and patted him on the shoulder.
Aemar, never one to disappoint his parents, dutifully nodded before scurrying back to the centre of the yard.
Harwin rose to his full height and paced around the edge of the square. He could feel Criston's eyes on him as he walked but chose to ignore it as he watched the boys begin to spar.
Criston and Harwin were similar, some would say. Both knights, protectors of the royal family. Both had fallen in love with a Targaryen princess. Both had disgraced their sacred vows to bed them.
The difference between Criston and Harwin was that Harwin's infatuation was not one sided. A difference that both were acutely aware of.
Harwin had always found Criston's jealousy quite pathetic. And initially quite humorous. That was until Ser Criston had started taking out his anger on Viserra and Rhaenyra's children.
"Come on Aemar, weapons up." He encouraged when he saw his son hesitantly go to pick up his sword.
His small fingers had nearly reached the hilt when Criston's boot stepped on it, crushing it as he brushed past Aemar to speak to Aegon.
"It seems some of your younger pupils could do with a bit more attention, Ser Criston." Harwin could not control his tongue any longer. If he did not say something, it would be his fists that would talk instead.
"You question my method of instruction?" Criston answered him.
"No, I merely suggest that method be applied to all your pupils."
"With all due respect Ser, I doubt you can have an impartial stance on the matter."
Harwin barked out a humourless laugh as he locked eyes with him. "Humour me."
Criston eyed him for a few moments before an unreadable expression crossed his features.
"Very well. Aemar, you spar with Aegon."
Harwin gritted his teeth as he watched Criston grip his son's armour and yank him into the centre of the field.
"That is hardly a fair match."
Indeed, Aegon was at least twice his son's size and weight and even in age. Aegon, being the spoilt cunt that he was, seemed delighted at the opportunity to crush a weaker opponent.
"When steal is drawn a fair match isn't something anyone should expect."
Harwin glanced up at the viewing balcony at the king and his father. Neither seemed willing to say a word.
"Blades up." Criston continued.
Harwin could see Aemar was shaking, even from where he was standing. His son was not a fighter, at least not yet. He was small and skinny and his temperament was the most gentle he had seen. He may grow into one yet, but Harwin was certain that this type of combat would not help him get there.
Aemar glanced at his father, his eyes pleading as he shakily rose his sword up in front of his chest.
"Engage."
Aegon let out an unhinged scream as he hurtled himself at Aemar. Harwin was too far away to stop him from hitting Aemar across the face and pushing him down. Harwin reached him as Aegon raised his sword to bring it down onto Aemar's chest.
Harwin lunged forward and grabbed the older prince by the scruff of the neck. Aegon let out a scream of frustration, thrashing around against Harwin as he tried to attack his younger nephew.
"Aegon!" The King finally let out a weak reprimand from above.
Harwin simply shoved him away, sending him stumbling into Ser Criston.
Rhaenyra's children ran to crowd around Aemar who was still on his back. They were murmuring comforting and encouraging things to him as Harwin reached them.
"Son, are you all right?" Harwin crouched down, his heart hammering in his chest as he brought his son up to sit.
The wood had drawn blood, a small slice across Aemar's smooth cheek. It was still enough to make Harwin see red.
"I am ok father." Aemar's small voice wavered, his chin wobbling as he tried to keep a brave face.
"I am confused Ser Harwin. You wish for me to treat your son equally and yet intervene within mere seconds."
Harwin's jaw clenched at the sound of Criston's mocking voice behind him. Harwin rose to his full height, his fists bunched at his sides as he turned to glare at Cole.
"The prince could have been seriously hurt. That match up was not safe."
Criston let out a small chuckle as Harwin turned around once more to pay attention to his son. He needed to quell his anger before he could no longer contain it and did something regrettable.
"I am sorry you feel that match was not fair, Strong." Cole spoke as he eyed Harwin.
"But I am afraid due to your son's.... stature... none of his nephew's would be a fair match." Harwin glanced down at his son who's head hung in shame at Ser Criston's words.
He could hear Aegon and Aemond sniggering behind him.
"Perhaps I could ask one of the handmaiden's to volunteer. Or your new son. They are probably equal in strength."
The snap of broken bone hung in the air.
Criston stumbled back as blood began to leak from his nose. Harwin let out an animalistic growl as he knocked him to his feet and launched himself on top of him. He landed punch after punch, screaming as he let out his rage.
"Say it again! Speak that way about my son again!" He shouted as arms wrapped around him and forced him off the knight.
Criston's body was limp, his head lolling back as blood poured from his nose.
"You talk about him like that again and I will fucking kill you, do you hear me!" He bellowed as other knights dragged him away.
Viserys and Lionel watched from above, their faces grim as they watched the scene unfold.
"So much for that pleasant afternoon." Viserys sighed.
"I heard it took four knights to pull you off him."
Harwin winced as Viserra pressed an ointment into his blistering knuckles.
"I was a bit too preoccupied to count."
Amusement flashed across her features as she rubbed the ointment in gently.
"I wish I was there to witness it, would have got me all hot and bothered."
Harwin shook his head, trying to fight the smile on his face as he glanced up at his wife.
"What? It taking four knights pulling me off him, or watching Ser Criston being beat into a pulp."
"Can a woman not find both equally arousing?" She teased him as she placed the ointment on the table beside the bed.
She withheld a sigh when she watched the smile seep from his face. His eyes glazing over as he thought about today's events. She leant forward and captured his lips in a gentle kiss.
"You did nothing wrong, my love." She mumbled against his lips as she pressed their foreheads together. "
Cole should not have dared insult a prince like that. All the boys heard him say it, he has no way to talk himself out of it. He will be punished. I will see to it that you are not. You were just protecting your son." Viserra's voice was thick with emotion as she spoke, anger furling up inside her at the memory of her husband relaying the words that Cole had said to their son.
She could not think about it for to long. Or think about the small cut on Aemar's cheek that she touched when she kissed him goodnight. It made her sick with rage. Angry enough to burn the entire castle to the ground.
"I still should not have lost my temper. Not in front of Aemar. It sets a bad example." He mumbled as he glanced down at his bruised knuckles.
"It might have frightened him."
Viserra's gaze softened at her husband's words. She ran a hand through his thick hair before using her index finger to tilt his chin up and force him to meet her eyes.
"Aemar adores you. He could never be frightened of you. He knows that you would only act like that if our family was in danger."
Harwin smiled as Viserra leant forward to kiss her husband's forehead.
"I do not know what I would do without you." He mumbled against her skin as he embraced her in a tight hug and buried his head into her chest.
"Nor I you." She whispered to him as she let him cling to her, engulfing her frame as she wrapped her arms around him.
It was in that moment that Viserra's mind wandered back to the conversation they had yesterday when she was taking her bath. About leaving King's Landing. And for the first time, she felt herself seriously considering it.
A knock at the door made both of them pull apart. They exchanged glances before turning their attention to the entrance.
"Enter." Viserra called.
"Rhaenyra." Her sister's name slipped through her lips at the sight of her.
"Sister, Ser Harwin." Rhaenyra inclined her head as they both rose to their feet to greet her.
"What brings you here at such a late hour?" Viserra's brow knitted together as she studied her sister.
"I came to tell you." Rhaenyra swallowed as her eyes darted between them.
"My family and I are leaving. Tomorrow."
Viserra's lips parted in surprise, her eyes darting to Harwin before turning back to her sister.
"To Dragonstone?"
"I should have left years ago." Rhaenyra nodded.
"But what of your position. If that bloodsucking queen has father all to herself-"
"-I have been made a spectacle of sister." Rhaenyra snapped, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "They whisper about me in the corridors. I wish to leave them to it."
Rhaenyra sniffled as she held back her tears, her eyes moving from her sister to Harwin who was studying her warily.
"After the events of yesterday and today, I cannot stay here any longer. You and your family have been tarred with the same brush. I cannot let you be tried and punished for the crimes Alicent believes me to have committed."
"Sister." Viserra breathed out as she stepped forward to take her sister's hands in her own.
"I beg of you, do not do this for my benefit. We are on your side, in your corner. We can batter this storm."
Rhaenyra shook her head and squeezed her sister's hands tightly. "I know sister, I know. But this is a storm that we should flee from." She locked eyes with Harwin's once more.
"And I am not doing this for my benefit, I am doing it for both of our families."
Harwin came to stand beside Viserra as she released her sister's hands, confusion contorting on her features.
"Come with us." Rhaenyra continued as she glanced between the couple.
"We can be a family. Our boys can do as they like, play and train without us having to fear what Criston Cole might do to them."
Viserra dragged her eyes from Rhaenyra up to Harwin's. He was already staring down at her, his face muscles taught. In that moment, it was just the two of them together as they studied eachother.
"Your father-"
"My father does not matter." Harwin cut her off. "Our family is what matters. You know I have always championed us to leave this place."
"I cannot ask you to do this." She whispered, her voice wavering as she spoke.
"I go wherever you go. I would follow you to the end of the earth my love." He murmured back, squeezing her hand tightly.
"It would be nice to give birth and stay in bed for longer than thirty seconds." She murmured after a few moments. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he nodded in agreement.
"Indeed."
For once Rhaenyra was unable to hold back her tears as she watched her baby sister and her husband.
"To Dragonstone then?"
The couple turned to her at her words. "To Dragonstone." Harwin agreed, squeezing his wife's hand once more.
"Maybe you can beat up Cole once more before we go. Just so Viserra and I can have a fond memory of this place to look back on."
A grin spread across Harwin's lips as Viserra chuckled beside him.
"That can be arranged."
I adore this fic and the little family I have created hehehe <3 p.s totally canon that Viserra and Harwin have a girl called Aemma. As always, feedback would be super super appreciated and you can give it back HERE!
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𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬
Paring: Harwin Strong × reader
Warnings: Swearing, hints of violence
3.04
Not letting you out of answering, Harwin repeats the question, tucking your hair behind your ear, and softly asks, “Vaella, my princess, what has you so upset?”
A soft chuckle passes your lips. “You sound more like my sworn protector than my husband when you call me that.”
It was foolish of you to think you could have possibly snuck out without waking your husband when you returned to the bedchambers. Harwin was waiting on you, and seeing your trembling lips and swollen eyes, he insisted you sit while he sent for herbal tea to help calm you down. The room was cold, but the sweat was dripping down your forehead because of how stressed out you had become.
“I swore my life to you; being married doesn’t change that.” Harwin grows more concerned; he crouches down so he is on level with you, “And you are a princess, my princess. So please, tell me what happened.”
You felt so ashamed and disgusted with yourself for letting Criston think he could get close to you. Teary-eyed, you look up at him and say, “Cole kissed me.”
His breathing came hard and fast, and you could tell Harwin was trying to control his anger.
“After I held a blade to his throat.”
Profanities you’d never heard your husband utter before spill from his mouth as he struggles to control his rage. Eventually Harwin squeezes his eyes shut and tilts his head back slightly, letting out a deep sigh. “Why did you threaten him with a blade? Did he harm you?”
“I did it to protect Rhaenyra and her sons.”
“Protect her from what?”
For the first time in years, you struggled to find your voice. Every fiber inside you was screaming to tell him the truth, but it wasn’t your secret to tell. You feel sick as you decide what to tell him. May the gods forgive me for breaking a promise shared between kin. Quietly, you say, “He knows who Jacaerys' real father is."
“It’s him, isn’t it?”
You nod.
“The rats in the red keep have more honor than that insufferable Cole.”
You lean back in the chair. “Are you crossing with me?”
“I’m not cross,” he says, clicking his tongue. “But Cole is dangerous; he could have attacked you.”
“I know, I let my anger get the better of me and cloud my judgment. If I’d known he would have reacted that way, I would never have. I should never have confronted him without you.”
Harwin reaches over and runs his knuckle gently over your bump. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Usually Harwin’s jump between his anger at others and his softness for you would melt your heart, but right now it only aided your guilt. You've been keeping another secret from your husband, and the weight of it has been bearing down since he arrived in the red keep. You feel overwhelmed with emotions and wish you had confided in him sooner because the burden was starting to weigh heavily on your heart. You know that you can't keep hiding the truth for much longer, but the fear of his reaction makes you hesitant.
“Vaella, whatever it is—”
“The greens have been saying troubling things about your brother,” you blurt out. “I overheard the queen saying Larys orchestrated the death of Ser Richard.”
You study Harwin’s tense posture as he stands, feeling guilt seeing the tension he’s holding tightly in his face and the rage in his eyes. You reach for his hand. “My love?”
His eyes soften when he looks at you, but his anger doesn’t shift. “It’s late; you and the baby need to rest.”
“Harwin?”
He leans down, kissing you on the forehead. “I don’t want you to worry about any of this anymore; I’ll take care of it.”
Seconds later, you watch the door shut behind him, and hot tears squeeze from the corners of my eyes.
—
The tension in the air was thick as you sat around a table placed in gardens. You had insisted on it being outside since the fresh air would do you father good, despite Alicent protests.
Ser Lyonel was struggling to remain tight-lipped as his gaze was fixated on his son, while Harwim remained quieter than normal, no doubt to avoid a public argument with his father. Your children were not the wiser and were happily playing with your nephews nearby.
As you butter scones for your father, you say, “I received a gift from Pentos this morning, a gorgeous red gown.”
Smiling fondly, your father says, “Daemon has always known you’re a proud Targaryen.”
He was right; even as a child, you represented your house by proudly wearing red most of the time. It was only after your mother's death that you began wearing more blue as a way of honoring memory and your house, Arryn.
“And here I thought it was because the red resembles Caraxes.”
“Daemon was the one who picked up your dragon egg and placed it in your cradle the day you were born.”
“I always assumed you or my mother did.”
“Your mother hated the mere smell of dragons,” he laughs. “And after Rhaenyra’s egg never hatched in the cradle, I assumed yours wouldn’t either.”
It was when your father revealed information like this that you somewhat understood Daemon's frustration, as he, as a king ruling in the name of House Targaryen, should be doing the most to uphold your family's traditions. “Well, I shall most certainly wear the gown next time I see my uncle.”
The tension had eased slightly and normal conversation resumed, but not until Alicent approached the table with one of the Cargyll knights beside her.
Your father smiles at her warmly, and while Harwin and his father stand to greet the queen appropriately, you remain seated.
She presses her lips into a thin line. “I’ve just come to inform his grace that Ser Erryk will be standing in for my sworn protector for some time.”
Raspy breaths rumble from his chest as he looks up at her, confused. “Where is Ser Criston?”
“Ser Criston had an accident during the night and is currently suffering from several broken bones. He will be on bed rest for some time.”
You place a hand atop Harwin’s hand, discreetly covering his bruised knuckles, even though you assumed everyone aside from your father had heard of the brutal fight between the knights during the hour of the owl. He was called Breakbones for a reason after all.
As your father asks more questions about the 'accident', you notice the look of fear in Ser Lyonel’s eyes.
—
As you finish writing a thank-you message for Daemon and Leana, you feel the familiar cramps in your belly that you would always start experiencing at this stage of pregnancy. Knowing there wasn’t much else you could do for the aching, you decide to take a bath in lukewarm water to ease your discomfort.
Your lady-in-waiting helps you undress and fills the tub with water. You step into the soothing warmth and feel some of the tension slowly leaving your body.
As you soak in the tub, the warm water lulls you into a peaceful sleep. You don't realize how long you've been dozing off until you wake up, shivering to the bone. You find yourself submerged in cold water, and you quickly stand up, now wide awake.
You hear a knock on the door, and your husband enters the room. Harwin notices that you’ve gotten out of the tub on your own and tuts, “You must be the only princess who doesn’t take advantage of the help she can get.”
“Harwin…” You cut yourself off, feeling a sharp pain in your lower back. You let out a deep sigh. “Fuck, that hurts.”
He steps closer behind you and places his large hand on your lower back. “Here?”
You nod.
Harwin begins to rub your back, saying, “You don’t usually get back pain until you’re further along.”
You huff, “I’ll speak to the maester when we return to Dragonstone; perhaps I’m more pregnant than we think.”
You’ve hardly had any time alone with your husband to discuss anything that was revealed the night before, but just as you open your mouth to bring up Larys Harwin, she says something that sends shivers across your body.
“My father has asked me to leave for Harrenhal with him tonight.”
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coaxed you into paradise
Chapter One: Brown Eyes.
Description: Saera Targaryen was her father's forgotten daughter. Years following her marriage with Ser Harwin Strong, she catches him in an affair with her sister and seeks solace in the arms of her uncle. Not realizing that the consequence of their affair is just as dire as her sister's.
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SHE COULDN'T remember the day she fell in love with Daemon. Only that the fall was a glorious one. Perhaps there was an allure in something clandestine, how they'd both live of stolen glances and crave each other's touch at night.
There was a thrill in something that you cannot have. "Should I give you a kiss before you leave?" Saera jokes as Daemon begins to put on his armor. He wasn't a bulky man, but you could see that he had muscles — his nose was defined and his eyes were lilac purple.
"What thrill would I have from something I am entitled to?" he replies as he pecks her lips gently. It would be another eon before they meet again. She sighs under his touch and leans into his embrace. "I will miss you," she whines as he chuckles lightly.
He'll be in Driftmark, meeting his future wife — Laena Velaryon. The next time he'll return, he'd be a married man. But not untouchable — not when his heart still belonged to the woman inside Saera Strong.
"I'll miss you more," he replies as he presses another kiss to her forehead. She reaches for his shoulders, and allows her hands to touch the coldness of his armor. "When you come back," she starts as she meets his eyes.
"You'll be a different person, but I'll still be the same. The same loving, the same passion..." she ended as his arms slowly crept onto her neck. He presses another needy kiss unto her temples, "Your father should've allowed me to take your hand in marriage." he spat as she laughed.
Her white locks blowing with the wind. "My father listens to no one, and sees no reason. You should've stolen me, and made me your wife." she retorts as she plays with the corners of his metal armor.
She pleaded for him to take her. It was her wedding with Ser Harwin Strong — and every night after that, was one filled with the darkest of regrets. "Now you'll have to leave me alone. With my husband who defiles our vows every night, with my sister who doesn't know any better." she tries to persuade him but he smiles at her softly instead.
The Velaryons and The Strongs were more valuable as allies rather than enemies. He places a hand on her cheeks, as his lips shudder in regret. "You must be strong for me, Saera. Dragons do not cower under flames." he pleads and she nods.
NEWS OF RHAENYRA'S labor reached far and wide. Soon enough, the entire realm was celebrating — and feasts were being scheduled here and there. Saera could see that Harwin was nervous, her brain knew the reason why — but her heart couldn't believe it.
Rhaenyra's children were sired by Ser Harwin. It was evident in the way he paced and constantly rambled with Ser Leanor. "Harwin, it seems to me that you are more worried that the-father-to-be." Saera remarked sarcastically as Harwin halts.
He scratches the back of his neck and she rolls her eyes. "I'm not nervous, Saera" he responds softly as he sits down beside her.
They've been married for 5-years, they've loved each other for 3, not once has she fallen pregnant with his seed. In her eyes it seemed like the Gods would not grant them a child together for their union was a sham.
"Well, you should be. My sister is giving birth to her heir." she replies coldly and he raises his eyebrows. She looks away from him, until she feels him sitting a few centimeters closer. She could feel his hot breath on her neck, and he places a hand on her lap.
"Have I done anything wrong?" he questions while Saera bites her lips. She turns and smiles, "I'm sorry, I'm probably worried about Nyra." she lies and he nods and places a kiss on her face.
SAERA BITES BACK A GASP as she exchanges a confused stare with Queen Alicent. "He is a handsome young boy," King Viserys smiles as Prince Jacehaerys coos lightly. Even a blind man could see that this child wasn't Ser Laenor's.
Harwin smiles from behind his wife as they both stared into The Young Prince. He had the brownest honey eyes that pierced into Saera's soul. As if the baby was mocking her, laughing at her inability to carry his father's children.
"He is adorable," Saera breaks her silence as Rhaenyra stares at Ser Harwin. They both felt a little guilty about the ordeal. "Thank you, sister." Rhaenyra smiles as she offers Jace. "Would you like to hold him?" she offers and Saera scowls.
Was she trying to shove it deeper in Saera's face? That she fucked her husband behind her back? "No thank you," she declines as she gathers her gown and excuses herself from the room.
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ROSELLA LANNISTER IN CASTLES CRUMBLING
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There were none so close as the princess and her ladies, the court had once said. Rhaenyra Targaryen was hardly ever seen without Alicent Hightower or Rosella Lannister by her side, the three girls entering the cusp of womanhood together.
After the death of the Queen, the three were never seen in such a way ever again.
The three girls became women overnight, each faced with a different expectation thrust upon them as they moved from spectators to players. Rhaenyra became Heir to the Iron Throne, Alicent became the King's bride, and Rosella became the most desirable girl in the seven kingdoms, earning the affection of several men who did not please her.
With none but her cousin Loras, brother Tyland, and loyal guard Gareth Marbrand by her side, Rosella navigates the complicated waters of womanhood and King's Landing, with her mother's guidance gently ringing in her ears.
It takes the birth of Alicent's son for Rosella to fully realize the weight she now carries, as the invisible string between Lannister, Hightower, and Targaryen severs, and the rest of the realm is left wondering why the bells of war ring quietly in the distance.
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》 Your sworn guards, Ser Harwin Strong and Ser Criston Cole, are yandere for you. 《
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Professor? (MODERN AU)
pairing: Harwin Strong x OC!Reader
summary: Daeneryn Targaryen, youngest daughter of Viserys Targaryen and his second wife Alicent Hightower. Daeneryn is in her senior year of university with only a couple of months left until she graduates. Harwin Strong is her hot Wars of Westeros professor.
Word count: 7,5K
Warnings: Fluff, smut, P in V, Fingering, Blowjob, Professor kink, Degradation kink, Spanking, Size kink, Grinding, Praise Kink
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Daeneryn has always admired her hot professor Harwin, he was one of the nicest professors, always smiling and patient even when students showed their aggravating sides, sometimes even she wanted to throw her shoe on people like this, making fun of their own history but professor Strong remained cool and responded with a smart answer leaving the student baffled.
She took the course to merely watch him during the lectures, she did not need it for her future, besides she had her dream job waiting for her thanks to her father, yes he was absent but he at least tried to make sure her life along with her siblings were at least decent. She was to take the position of Marketing Manager in one of her father's many companies, Daeneryn was truly eyeing Dragon Fire Corporate (DFC), which was under the supervision of her older half-sister, Rhaenyra and her husband Daemon, who she had a good relationship with. Many times she had babysat her youngest children during her breaks whenever Rhaenyra went on a business trip, sadly she was the only one of her siblings who had a good relationship with Rhaenyra.
Professor Harwin's class was going to start soon which is why you should probably leave soon. Your eyes watched as the handle of the clock a couple of feet away ticked moving in a perfect circle. Professor Strong, oh how handsome he was, his curly hair down to below his chin which he sometimes slicked back into a man bun. The muscles on that man were insane, when did he even have time to go to the gym and get them.
Dany could not help but imagine how his veined hands would look like wrapped around her neck, even better if his cock was inside of her pussy drawing breathy moans from her lips but his lips were there to swallow them whole. She could not help but squirm at the thought of both his arms wrapped around her waist guiding her up and down his cock as she rode him in his lecture room where anyone could walk in.
"Earth to Dany" Daeneryn snapped back to reality when Baela snapped her fingers in front of her face. She reeled back confused for a second, she quickly realized that everyone were already done with their lunch and stood up except her.
"I'd pay every single penny in my pocket to know what you're thinking about" Jace teased, he wrapped an arm around his girlfriend, Sara Snow. Daeneryn pushed her chair back with a roll of her eyes.
"If I wanted you to know I would've shared, dickhead" She hissed slapping his shoulder. He chuckled pushing her gently, minding that she were wearing heels for the day.
"Besides if you pay for her thoughts who will pay for lunch?" Rhaena pointed out from the other side of the table. Jace groaned throwing his hands up in frustration, every time they all went to lunch suddenly everyone forgets their wallets, its not about the money none of them cared about spending their parents' money it is more of a game on who it falls on and it seems it is Jace's turn for the day.
"Why did you have to choose such an expensive restaurant?" He huffed brushing passed Daeneryn t go pay at the register. She giggled along with Sara, she was from a rich family but not even considerable close to Daeneryn's, no one ever was.
"You know he will be grumpy about paying for the next like decade" She expressed with a giggle. Daeneryn smirked knowing this would actually put a dent on Jace's bank account after he got caught with Sara fucking in the living room and her half-sister cut some of his allowance until further notice.
"He can go cry to his mama about it, she is soft for him and will give him his money back in no time" Daeneryn huffed. She picked up her bag along with her books ready to go back to university for the last lecture of the day, Wars of Westeros. Baela linker her arm with Daeneryn's as they all walked out, she had the same class as Daeneryn but for what reason she had no idea.
"We will meet you guys at nine by the bar, right?" Rhaena wondered. Daeneryn felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and pulled it out to find a text from her older brother Aegon.
DrunkBlonde: Where is my car?
Daeneryn's eyes snapped up to the red Black Lamborghini a few feet away parked. She had taken the first car key she found on the way out considering she was late and she did not care whose car she ended up with. Still she smirked knowing that will irk Aegon once she drove off.
Dany: With me
"Yes defiantly. I'll change at Dany's so don't wait for me" Baela replied to her sister. Daeneryn up looked grinned as Jace stepped out as well muttering under his breath, she can only hear 'Bitches', but it was so low it could have been something else, it was his fault he agreed to have lunch with only girls really, knowing that they liked expensive shit. Another text rocked Daeneryn's phone making her look down at the newest model of the half eaten device in all pink.
DrunkBlonde: If you scratch it I will fucking kill you
Daeneryn smirked evilly having half a mind to scratch it just to get on his nerve but decided against it. She may be spoiled and does not give a fuck but if she scratched a car every time she bickered with one of her siblings their money would be spent only on cars.
Dany: Do you not trust my driving skills?
"We'll go now, see you at nine" Baela noticed Dany not paying attention slowly stirred her to walk down the street to the Lamborghini. Dany gave a wave without even looking up from her phone. She pulled out the key unlocking the beautiful car and slipped in. The second Baela's door was closed Dany dumped her books and bag in the girl's lap.
"You bitch" Baela gasped dramatically. Dany smirked at the girl as her phone vibrated again. Dany winked at Baela before turning back to her phone.
DrunkBlonde: No
Dany: You literally taught me
DrunkBlonde: I never said I trusted myself with that car either
Dany: Fuck you
Dany threw her phone in her bag and turned on the car loving the sound of the loud engine. She did not even bother to put on her seatbelt as she pulled out of the lot and sped out of it an down the street. There was still fifteen minutes before classes started but knowing it was Professor Strong's lecture she could not wait. Excitement coursed through her body along with blood.
"What were you thinking about back at the restaurant?" Baela wondered. Dany slowed down before coming to a complete stop at a red car beside a black Range Rover.
"Not telling" Dany waved her off. She pulled her lipgloss out of her back and pulled down the screen with the mirror. She applied some on her lips smirking seeing as her makeup was done to perfection. She slammed close the screen and turned to place the bottle in the bag again. She looked up to find Baela gaping at her like a fish.
"What?" Dany asked confused. She looked around trying to identify what could have her sister's stepdaughter/ her best friend in such a shock.
"You like someone" Baela said as if it was a fact. Dany let out a fake laugh shaking her head from side to side.
"You've gone crazy" Dany noticed the light turned yellow prepared herself to take off again. The second the light lit green she was off again with the Range Rover close behind but still under the speed limit unlike her. She swerved into the university and into the closest spot near the doors. The sound of the expensive car earned the attention of many of the students around them. The Range Rover parked beside them much to Dany's annoyance, she could not endanger the Lamborghini.
"You do! You like someone!" Baela almost shouted handing Dany her things. The two girls slipped out of the car.
"Girl you've lost it. Me? Like someone? impossible" Dany shook her head as she locked the car. It is a known fact that Dany did not believe in love, not romantic at least, she lover her husky son Vermithor, but no one else. Dany has never been in a relationship before, she literally lost her virginity to Aegon's best friend Jason Lannister without him knowing.
"You do! Otherwise you would not doll up all the time and you would not deny it" Baela hopped around like some bunny. Dany's mouth fell open at her sudden excitement.
"Have you ever heard of someone agreeing to something that did not happen?" Dany sassed. She moved to stop Baela from jumping up and down. The other girl pouted teasingly. Before she could speak though her eyes snapped to something behind Dany and gasped shocked. Dany turned around fearing that something happened to Aegon's car but found Professor Harwin Strong himself stepping out of the Range Rover.
He was wearing black suit pants along with a white button up with the couple first buttons undone. Even from the small distance between them she could smell his cologne, a mix of wood and lemon. Dany's heart stopped when his eyes met her own as he closed the door and locked the car.
"Miss Targaryen, Miss Targaryen" He greeted both of the girls. Dany's sister's husband chose to change his last name along with his daughters to your Rhaenyra's which she was super proud of and in the tabloids they kept calling her a power woman.
"Professor" Baela greeted. Noticing Dany's lack of response she nudged her snapping her back to reality. Professor Strong turned to look at Dany as well.
"Professor" Dany nodded in greeting. Dany rubbed her upper arm where Baela had elbowed her. She turned to glare at the other girl but she only smirked at Dany with a shrug.
"You should not speed so fast Mis Targaryen, you are not only endangering yourself but others as well" He scolded. Dany's face dropped and heat rose up to her cheek noticing the annoyed tone in his voice, a tone she have never been on the receiving end of until today.
"Sorry Professor" She muttered, hand still rubbing where Baela hit her. He took a deep breath as if he was trying to compose himself before nodding his head. He moved both of his hand forward with his own bag and held them formally in front of him.
"Good, I'll see you both in class" His voice had changed in tone but it was not necessarily a good thing, he sounded gruff and it lowered a couple of octaves which only made Dany wet. She rubbed your thighs together to get some relief but that did not help at all.
"Yes Professor" Dany mumbled. He brushed passed her to get inside of the building. Her heart picked up in speed when the fabric of his shirt brushed against her bare skin causing goosebumps to form up her arm.
"This is wrong" Baela snapped Dany back to reality. She wanted to hit Baela for interrupting her fantasies for the second time in a span of less than thirty minutes.
"What?" Dany turned back to look at Baela. The other girl had a scowl on her face making Dany feel uncomfortable, she shifted fixing her hold on her books.
"What are you talking about?" Dany tried playing innocent. Baela eyes her up and down with a sigh.
"You fell for your professor? That is disturbing AF" Baela shook her head from side to side. As if she gets to speak! She was the one who fucked her high school biology teacher which she was failing until one day she wasn't.
"I did not fall for my professor I was merely praying he does not scratch Aegon's ride as he got out" Dany began walking into the building. Sweat of fear started building up her back and she had some speed in her step as if she can get away from the other girl who was not only in the same class but they were in a project together for said class.
"Do not lie Dany, you do not even believe in gods" Baela pointed out trying to keep up with the taller girl. How in the world Dany cold walk so fast with heels Baela had no idea.
"Enough Baela, you are delusional" Dany snapped, pushing open the hall door and stepping in. There some people in there but not everyone yet, they tend to come minutes before the lecture begins. There mostly girls fixing their makeup and hair.
"See those girls? You are just like them" Baela whispered. Dany's eyes widened in horror when the truth spilled right into her ear. She was acting like som desperate whore and for her professor no less. Baela moved to sit in their usual spot, the last row to the side where it was hard for them to be seen.
Dany followed her quietly with her head hung low, her blonde hair covering her embarrassment. She sat down huffing and her back let out a loud thump as it landed on the floor. She could hear some girl gasp in shock as if she could not believe Dany could throw a Louis Vuitton bag on the floor.
Dany did not dare look up at Professor Strong the entire lecture, even when he passed by to check on her and Baela's progress through their project, the project she could not concentrate on anymore and thankfully Baela did not comment on it. When the two hours were over she was the first out of the hall and in seconds she was by the car waiting for Baela.
The drive back home was quiet and neither girls said anything to one another. When they got there they decided silently to let the situation go for the time being and spoke of only their clothes and jewellery and on what to wear to the party. Dany chose to wear a simple black dress in no mood for exaggerated clothing as usual, she matched it with glittery silver heels and a matching purse. She left her hair in it's natural curls that she got from her mama but in platinum blonde that was from her father's side. Her makeup light with a minimum lipgloss.
This time Daeneryn took her own car, a white BMW, she did not know the number it was Aegon who usually changed her cars to the newest version or whatever, she did not really care. Baela seeing the tension and the turmoil of thoughts going on in Daeneryn's head decided to speak of her crush, a boy from their class as well, an Alyn Valeryon or whatever. Daeneryn tried to seem interested she really did but Professor Strong was all she could think of, the way she could see his muscles flex under the fabric of his shirt or the way his trousers looked tight around his thighs, he was just so muscular.
"There you are!" Rhaena greeted the two by the doors. She pulled them in for a group hug gasping at their dresses.
"You look so pretty, Dany!" Rhaena squealed. Her hand moved to twirl a curl around a finger, it was a rare accusation Daeneryn let her natural hair show but after showering earlier she had no energy to fix it.
"Yes pretty and in desperate need to get laid" Baela teased, wrapping an arm around Daeneryn's pulling her into the bar. Daeneryn rolled her eyes at the exaggeration of Baela.
"Not really feeling it, I'm here to get hammered no more" Daeneryn denied. She slid into the booth beside Jace who looked glum that Sara had to cancel for some reason. At least Lucaerys and Aemond were here.
"Yes hammered by someone's dick" Baela wiggled her eyebrows. Aemond grumbled taking a swig of his drink.
"Yes hearing my sister's sex life has always been a very interesting subject" He murmured. Daeneryn cringed agreeing that talking about this around Aemond was just awkward as hell.
"Like I said I just need a drink" Daeneryn waved a waited over. Usually they would go the bar but considering it was Dylan Hightower, a second cousin of theirs, who was bartending he did not mind coming over to the table to get their orders.
"Fancy having you here again, what can I get ya'll" Dylan's American accent was obvious from having studied there ever since he turned thirteen until two years ago.
"Vodka with whatever you want" Daeneryn was the first to throw her order at the young man. He chuckled scribbling down her order.
"Vodka on the rocks" Aemond was next with Jace getting the same thing. Baela and Rhaena chose to not drink so they can drive the two cars. Lucaerys ordered plain old beer.
The drink arrived soon after when the conversation were all different, the girls gossiping about a Baratheon girl who ended up pregnant while the guys were talking about cars. Daeneryn's drink was of reddish colour and tasted of cherish with he burn of vodka with each sip. She took huge gulps in need of getting drunk. In less than thirty minutes she was off the bar ordering a second one before returning to the table with shots.
"I needed more energy" She smirked as Dylan placed down the tray before leaving. They each took a small glass except Rhaena and Baela.
"You ready?" Daeneryn asked, one hand occupied with the shot glass and the other with a lemon slice.
"One... Two... Three..." The four drinking that night downed their shots in one quick motion, Jace and Luce scrunching their faces with disgust not used to the alcohol one being twenty and the other eighteen still new to drinking. Daeneryn laughed biting into the lemon slice and tearing the skin off before eating the juice part.
"Lets go!" Baela cheered filming the two's reaction before turning the camera onto Daeneryn. Daeneryn shook her hips to the tune of the music in the background with a smirk at the camera giving it a show.
"Dany!" Aemond scolded earning a laugh. Dany pouted innocently picking up her new cherry tasting vodka drink and took a small sip.
"Where is Aeg and Hel? Aegon doesn't usually miss opportunities to drink" Rhaena asked making sure Baela had ended the video. The older sister was quick to post the video on her story with no caption, it was not needed in her opinion and she was just a little bit lazy.
"Hel has early class and Aegon is out of town with some girl" Aemond shook his head disappointed. He sipped on his vodka on the rock, an unusual drink really but he liked it. He has been struggling with his on and off relationship with an older girl called Alys recently.
"Their loss" Daeneryn shrugged. Her head was beginning to feel a little fuzzy, she never fared well with alcohol. She signalled Dylan to bring another round of shot and he was quick to do so. The clear liquid made Daeneryn's mouth water.
"Come on wuss" Rhaena nudged Luce who was shaking his head afraid of the alcohol. He sighed defeated and took the shot. Baela whipped her phone out again and filmed Daeneryn alone this time.
"Here goes nothing" Daeneryn swung back letting the liquid trickle down her throat, her eyes watered because of the burn but she was quick to tear into the lemon and chew on it for a distraction.
"Wooo" She yelled for no reason, slamming he cup down on the wooden table causing an echo. The music sounded louder in her ear and the figures sitting around the table grew blurrier with each second.
"Imma dance" She announced proudly. Aemond muttered an 'Oh no' knowing his younger sister was already half drunk. She sashed away with a perfect sway of her hips. Soon none of them could find her in the crowd on the dance floor.
"Let her have her fun" Baela immediately shot down Aemond when he tried getting up to find Daeneryn.
The blonde young adult found herself in the middle of the dance floor hanging off some guy who looked just as drunk. He wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her close to his chest swaying to the music. There was a drumming in her head and her ears rung but the music was still very evident in her ears. She looked at the guy through her lashed gasping when she saw Harwin Strong in front of her.
"Professor?" She tilted her head to the side confused. The guy leaned down to lean his head against her shoulder.
"You're into your professor blondie?" he asked nibbling on her ear. He pulled back to look at her, Harwin Strong was long gone and in his place was a younger guy but with almost the same physic.
"I can work with that" He smirked. He leaned down trying to capture her lips but she turned away. Her hands trembled as she tried pushing him away. For once luck on her side and the dude saw she was panicking or whatever was happening to her.
"Hey hey, calm down, let me get you some water" He wrapped an arm around her waist guiding her away from the dance floor and to the bar. She sighed in relief as she let her body sit on one of the high chairs there.
"A water for the lady" The man ordered Dylan. Dylan nodded and scrambled to get her some water. Daeneryn thanked Dylan and sipped on the water trying to regain some sense.
"Thank you" She nodded at the blonde guy. He had a sweet smile on his face.
"No problem blondie, need me to get you someone?" He asked. His eyes roamed the room looking through the people still dancing and the tables filled with people.
"Baela from table four" She whispered. The guy nodded and went off in search of the number on the tables. Soon he returned with Baela by his side looking worried a little.
"Dany! Are you okay, girlie?" Baela asked. Her hand raised to push some of her hair back behind her ear. Daeneryn could already feel the bile rise in her throat.
"Get me out of here" Daeneryn begged. Baela wasted no time wrapping an arm around Daeneryn's waist and helped her off the stool thanking the guy before pulling the blonde out of the bar. The second fresh air hit Daeneryn in the face she was crouching down the side throwing up whatever there was in her stomach.
"Shhh girlie, let it all out" Baela pulled Daeneryn's hair back and away from her face. Dany whined feeling a headache approaching and she was nowhere near sobering up.
"Home" She whined like some child. Baela directed Daeneryn to the white BMW helping her into the passenger side and slid into the driver's side.
Baela kept turning to look at Daeneryn every now and then checking on the drunk girl, she never really faired well with drinking. She tried being as quiet as possible trying to get to Daeneryn's room without alerting Alicent or Viserys who slept in two different rooms or Helaena who was also asleep.
By two in the morning she finally managed getting Daeneryn out of her dress and into her lingerie looking sleep dress and slid her under the covers. She changed her clothes and slid in on the other side of the bed so she can sleep as well.
Classes did not start until late in the day the next day so they were able to get at least six hours of sleep before the alarm went off waking the two girls up. Daeneryn was the first to get up rushing to the bathroom to throw up again and shook Baela off deciding to stay in that day and miss the two classes she had.
Baela was not happy but did as Daeneryn wanted and went on her own. Her mood worsened when she noticed Professor Strong's eyes kept searching the lecture room pausing at her before resuming, he was searching for Daeneryn.
Daeneryn was not having a good time, she kept throwing up her bathroom and could not keep anything down except some warm tea and Aegon's miracle sandwich he sent her the recipe of. She slept most of the day trying to get rid of her hangover.
The next morning Daeneryn was much better and decided to join Baela to class. She wore much simpler clothes this time, just jeans and Aemond's King's Landing university hoodie. She tied her hair back in a pink bow to match her purse and sneakers. Baela kept Daeneryn updated on their project, they were almost done with it and they definatly will be if they worked hard enough during class.
The two sat in the furthest corner int he lecture room whispering to one another and adding some information here and there and some references before submitting the project to Professor Strong one five minuted before the lecture was over not like they listened much.
"Miss Targaryen do stay for a minute" Professor Strong called as everyone pilled out. Baela froze by the door and turned to look at Professor Strong. He turned from his computer to look at the two girls.
"You can go Baela" He nodded at the other girl. Baela raised her eyebrow but nodded and left the room.
"What is the matter professor?" Daeneryn asked worried. Harwin pushed back his chair and moved closer to the blonde.
"Where were you yesterday, you missed important information" Harwin glared down at her. Daeneryn could not help but feel aroused at the way his muscled flexed or how his voice dropped some octaves as he spoke with her.
"I was not feeling well professor however Baela kept me updated" Daeneryn answered. She gasped shocked when he pushed her back against the closed door. One of his hands remained by her head while the other trailed down to the lock and with a click it was locked.
"Yes I saw" His hand moved from the door to his pocket pulling out his phone, he unlocked it and opened something before turning it to show her.
It was an article one some website with the video Baela took of her swaying her hips after the first shot emerged. The caption read 'Big brother Aemond disappointed with younger sister's behaviour' the video then turned to Aemond, it was mute but Daeneryn remembered the warning in her brother's voice.
"It was just a night out, they exaggerate" Daeneryn laughed awkwardly. Harwin pocketed his phone again, placing his hand on the other side of her head and leaned down.
"You have been a very bad girl, Daeneryn" He growled lowly. His face was inches away from her own. She gulped attempting to rub her thigh together to get some friction. She wanted to slap herself for feeling this way around her professor, Baela was right this is wrong, besides Baela was the one with the experience of getting involved with your teacher.
"What? Professor I-" he cut her off with a finger to her lips. His eyes turned from looking at her right eye then to the left and again repeating the process. He leaned even closer to the point she could feel his breath on her face. She gulped unconsciously fearing what was to come. Her bag fell from her hand in shock from how close he was to her.
"You've been out partying like some whore showing off your body to some unworthy man, tell me did you get laid?" He asked, cocking up an eyebrow. She whimpered at the title he threw her way and he noticed, smirking victoriously at getting a reaction out of her. Her teeth tried breaking the skin of her lower lip successfully.
"No professor, I promise-" He cut her off again by shoving his fore and middle finger inside of her mouth. She gasped shocked, her eyes snapped up to look at him wide and so very beautiful, the lavender in the were almost gone as her pupil dilated.
"I do not want you to promise me shit" He hissed. He pulled his fingers out of her mouth slowly watching as a string of spit connected them to her plump lips.
"What do you want then?" She asked, feeling her patience running thin. Harwin was having none of that and delivered a slap to her thigh with his other hand making her squeak.
"Spoiled brat, I should fuck that attitude out of you" His hand snapped up to wrap around her throat. The little bunny act was gone in a second and a smirk painted Daeneryn's lips. Harwin's eyes widened when he realised that she has been toying with him this entire time, riling him up and she succeeded with an A+ from his reaction.
"What are you waiting for then, Professor?" She asked, her eyebrow shot up teasingly. She tried rolling her hips feeling his bulge against her thigh. He sighed at the contact but his glare did not waver.
"You truly are a whore, huh?" He asked. He leaned his forehead down on her own, putting pressure on her neck slightly. She whimpered desperately.
"Come on professor, punish me for being a whore... your whore" She moved her hands up his huge biceps and back down his chest towards his buttons. She unbuttoned two buttons exactly before he moved back with his hand still around her neck and pulled her like some dog to his desk. With a swipe of his hand all the papers and his things were scattered all around the room. His hand moved to the back of her neck instead of her throat and pushed her to bend over the table.
"I'll punish you alright, little Targaryen" He pulled reached forward to unbutton her jeans before pulling them down to her knees. He pushed her knees apart as far as possible with the jeans stretching as far as possible. He felt a feral feeling grow in his chest at the sight of her black lace underwear, she planned this.
"Naughty girl" His hand came down on her ass cheek making it jiggle. She whined wiggling her hips desperate.
"Such a little slut for professor, huh?" He asked delivering another blow to her backside. He leaned down so his chest was flush against her back. He trailed kisses from her ear down to her neck, licking a strip up and back down loving the ways bruises were already forming seconds after turning red. Daeneryn forgot all about the spanking enjoying the feeling of his body so close, his heat engulfing her so perfectly and his lips felt like feathers on her skin which earned Harwin a loud squeal when he delivered a third spank surprising the blonde girl.
"Professor" She moaned pushing her hips back, rubbing her reddening bottom against the tent that formed under his black dress pants. She pulled Aemond's hoodie off to show her matching bra.
"What? Are you already wet?" He teased, feeling his cock growing harder at the sight of the bra. He moved to stand up straight again. His hand trailed down her spine and down to her hips grabbing her panties and pulled them down to join her jeans at her knees. They probably would stretch beyond being wearable but Daeneryn did not care, she can just buy a new pair.
"Look at that! A waterfall is coming out of you, little Targaryen" Harwin teased. He ran a finger over her slit gathering some of her arousal on the digit. Daeneryn whimpered feeling her cheeks growing warm at the declaration, she felt like a teenage girl again getting wet from three spanks and his mere voice. She reached behind her back to undo her bra and threw it over her hoodie by the desk.
"Whose this for?" He asked. He put some pressure on her clit earning a sigh of relief. He rubbed slow circles letting her get used to his touch, the roughness of his skin before moving back over to the slit.
"Answer me" he demanded, pushing his pointed finger inside of her with ease. Daeneryn squealed unconsciously pushing her hips back for more.
"You, all wet for you, professor" She cried. Harwin hummed approvingly curling his finger inside of her. She moaned happy with the attention he was giving her. His finger explored inside of her in search of that soft spot that got her seeing stars.
"Tell me little Targaryen, did you enjoy whoring yourself around?" Harwin asked, adding a second finger inside of her. Daeneryn gulped grabbing at the edge of the table for some stability.
"I- I-" She could not even answer because he found that spot. Her eyes rolled back and moan left from her chest instead of her throat. Harwin smirked seeing her legs begin to shake and pressed harder at the spot before pulling out earning a whine. He pushed her jeans and underwear further down and off along with her sneakers.
"Answer me and I will let you come" He promised. Daeneryn turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. He was smirking and his hair was a mess, he probably ran his fingers through her watching the way she sucked his fingers in so good. Her cunt clenched around nothing at the mere sight of him.
"I- I-" She still could not speak. Harwin placed his hands on her hips grinding his hips against her behind with a smirk. He leaned closer to her until his lips were by her ear again.
"I-I- speak, whore" He mocked. His hand came down slapping her thigh sending a jolt of sparks straight to her core.
"I did it to forget you" She cried, her forehead made contact with the table to hide her humiliation.
"Hmm is that so?" He pulled back. Daeneryn's heart picked up pace when she heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down. Her body's shaking worsened with anticipation.
"Professor" She whined, at the feeling of his tip making contact with her clit. He shushed her prodding at her whole getting her arousal to coat his cock. He pushed his tip inside slowly to not overwhelm her.
"Bad girl" He smacked her bottom again when she tried pushing her hips back to get him to push inside. He pushed in, in one go making her scream. He leaned down to cover her mouth his his hand. He started moving without giving her time to adjust, gone was the caring professor and in his place was Harwin Breakbones, a man who enjoyed the pain.
"Bad girls get punished, good girls get rewarded. Which one are you?" He asked. He leaned his forehead against the back of her head. His pace was relentless, Daeneryn's head was fussy and she started loosing feeling in her legs.
"Bad- ooh" She moaned, he moved his hand to give her space to speak. With each thrust his mushroomed head pushed against the spot his fingers reached earlier, an area Daeneryn could not reach with her fingers hence the dildo hidden in a box under her bed, but his cock was nothing like the purple dildo, no he was longer and had a wider girth to him the biggest Daeneryn has had ever had inside of her.
"Hmm will you be a good girl for me?" He questioned. Daeneryn moaned a little too loud to his comfort and his hand slapped against her mouth again. His other hand moved to her hips to assist with his thrusts.
"Bad girl" He moved to stand straight and pulled her back with him with the hand over her mouth. His hips were snapping against hers at this point, Daeneryn tried rolling her hips back to meet his as much as she could. She could feel the area where her the edge met her his skin already burning and a bruise was forming there.
"Sorry" The singular word came out muffled. Harwin moved his hand down to her throat cutting some of her airway, enough for her to breath but not make too much sound.
"Close" She whined. Her head rolled back against his chest, she could not even reach his shoulder. Harwin smirked also noticing the size difference.
"Say you'll be my good girl and I'll let you cum" Harwin had to fight back his own orgasm when he felt her walls clenching around him, trying to milk him.
"Please... I'll be g-good" Daeneryn tried to run at her own clit but Harwin was faster pushing her hand away and began rubbing it himself. Her whole body was burning, sweat was coating her hairline and the back of her neck. Her legs were shaking and she could barely breath.
"Yes!" She cried pushing back against him trying to swallow more of him if possible. Her hands tweaked her own nipples needing an anchor to stay conscious.
"Tight" Harwin's voice sounded strained. Her cunt pushed his cunt out of her much to both of their displeasure. Daeneryn's hips pushed forward to grind her clit against the table pushing his hand closer to her cunt if that was possible. His rubbing did not stop riding out her orgasm. She leaned down on the table for some stability, she could not hold her own weight up and her arms were shaking.
"Good girl" Harwin moved both of his hands to her hips helping her hold up some of her weight. She sighed in relief as her shaking ceased slowly.
"But I am not done just yet" She gasped at the suddenness of his movement, he turned her around and picked her up to sit on the table.
"Professor?" His hand rested in between her breasts, covering half of both, everything about him looked too big compared to her. He pushed her back to lay on her back.
"Shh little Targaryen" He spread her legs open and let them curl around his waist. His head fell back as he slowly pushed back inside of her hole. Daeneryn whined from the overstimulation, she barely got to cum once when she was with a guy let alone to feel a fully hard cock inside of her after an orgasm.
"That's it, sucking me in so well" Harwin praised. Daeneryn wiggled her hips from side to side trying to adjust to his size again. He leaned down close to her, cupping her face with his big palm.
"You okay?" He asked concerned. She willed her eyes to peal open with a soft smile on her face. He realised that he did not ask for permission to touch her in the beginning and was about to pull out but she pulled him closer with her legs.
"Never better" She whimpered, grinding against him. Harwin smirked beginning to move again. Slower this time, but still just as deep if not deeper.
"Good girl, taking my big cock so well" He praised. Daeneryn tried to move her hips to his rhythm. Harwin moved to kiss along her neck and collarbone. Daeneryn's fingers buried into his brown curls moaning straight into his ear. Harwin himself let some moans slip through, she felt so good around him, like a glove made just for him.
"Yes soo big" She cried. His lips trailed down to her chest sucking against the skin. He took a nipple in one mouth and the other was covered by her hand. His hands held her sides moving her body on the table to meet his thrusts.
"You're so big Professor" She resumed her whining. all fear that anyone can hear was erased from both of their head. Harwin tugged at her nipple with his teeth before moving to the other one moving her hand away. One of his hands reached in between their bodies to rub at her numb. her back arched into him at the pressure.
"Yes make me cum, professor" She cried. Harwin's thrusts picked up pace almost matching those of his fingers.
"Come on little Targaryen, cum on my big cock again" Harwin moved to whisper in her ear. He groaned feeling her walls clench around him again. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer using him as her anchor this time instead of her own breasts.
"Fuck yes" She spasmed around him, her whole body shaking with her second orgasm. Harwin picked up his thrusts to ride her orgasm and feeling his own approaching.
"Fuck yes little girl" he pushed her arms away to stand straight, pulling her legs up over his shoulders to thrust even deeper, covering more of his cock.
"Fuck!" Daeneryn cried body still recovering from her second orgasm but he was still moving. Her hands grabbed at the edges of the table feeling it moving against the floor.
"So good" Harwin cried, throwing his hair back. His sweaty curls looked amazing around him, he looked like a god.
"Fuck me professor" Daeneryn cried. Harwin looked like he was in a different universe with her cunt clenching so tight around him. She felt a third orgasm building up, it was close to her second one since he gave her no time to recover.
"Cumming" She warned, wiggling her hips. Harwin turned from looking at where they were joined to look at her face, snapping out of his trance to find her eyes rolling back, her back arching of the desk, her arms looked like they were tensing by her sides unable to move and her legs shook over his shoulder.
"Cum" he growled, snapping his hips harshly against her own. Daeneryn slapped a hand to her mouth to cover the scream that erupted from her chest. Harwin grunted trying not to cum inside of her as he rode out her orgasm.
"Fuck" He groaned pulling out fully, palming himself furiously. Daeneryn used whatever energy she had to roll off the table and kneel down in front of him. Harwin's eyes darkened even more if that were possible at the sight of her on her knees for him, the daughter of the richest man in the city if not the whole country.
"Here, let me professor" Daeneryn pushed his hand away and took him in her mouth. Harwin was so close, he could already feel some of his cum moving through his cock.
Daeneryn sucked and licked his shaft, tongue flattening against the veins that adorned his cock. She moaned against his skin when his hand grabbed a fistful of her hair to move her faster against him. She bobbed her head back and forth. He looked down and the sight was his undoing, he grunted loudly as his cum shot down her throat. Daeneryn did not stop her movement and even moved her hand to cup his balls making sure she got everything he could give her.
"Fuck" He pushed her head off him gently. Daeneryn panted leaning back against the table. Harwin crouched down to her height looking over her, body shining from the sweat that covered her body, her thighs were covered in her own cum and her hair was a mess.
"You were such a good girl" He leaned closer to capture her lips. She giggled letting him help her up and to sit on the table. He moved to his bag pulling out wet wipes. He wiped her arousal from between her legs before moving to clean the spit and cum from his own cock.
"How is that for roleplay?" Daeneryn asked. Harwin threw away the dirty wipes before moving back over to her.
"You like roleplaying as the bad girl?" He teased, wrapping his arms around her waist pulling her closer to the edge. She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him down for a heated kiss. His tongue immediately prodded her lips and began exploring her mouth, battling her own. Daeneryn pulled away from him panting.
"Baela is starting to catch on, she thinks I have a crush on you" Daeneryn pulled away from him and hopped of the desk in search of her clothes. She pulled up her underwear moving to clasp on her bra.
"Is that truly a bad thing?" Harwin asked pulling up his own boxers. Then he pulled up his dress pants and buttoned his shirt again, Daeneryn realised that in their haste Harwin kept his shirt on the entire time.
"My love I am not telling anyone so you don't get fired and I expelled. When I graduate I swear I will scream it from the roof of the building if you want" Daeneryn walked over to him as she buttoned her jeans. Harwin smiled leaning down to kiss her forehead.
"I'd like that" Harwin moved to grab Aemond's hoodie and handed it to her. Daeneryn raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "Me screaming from the roof?" She teased.
"No, everyone knowing how much we love each other" Harwin pulled her close to his chest the second her shirt was on. He leaned his forehead on her enjoying the smell of her perfume and sex that filled the room.
"Soon, professor"
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Harwin Strong Drabble.
Harwin Strong x Betrothed!OC
Prequel
The aftermath of a jab from Princess Rhaenyra may cost Harwin his betrothed and childhood companion.
“I wish I could turn you back into a stranger.” Mayanne choked out. Shame on the behalf of her betrotheds’ actions coursing through her. She felt humiliated, she did not know who this man who stood in front of her was anymore.
Pathetic was the only word to describe him, arms awkwardly at his side like a boy caught stealing lemon cakes from the kitchens, eyes downturned. He could not even look her in the eye anymore. Once, she loved him like a brother but there is only so much humiliation a woman could take. This man in front of her could not be the lordling who accompanied her to her lessons with the septa when he was not busy training, and definitely not the same Harwin who professed his love for her a stuttering mess under their favorite weirwood tree.
This man has scorned her for the entire seven kingdoms to see. Bearing Princess Rhaenyras bastards and having no shame, making Mayanne a cuckold against her will. She had held in her doubts for far too long, the arrogance of Princess Rhaenyra at supper has set off the already ticking time bomb. “How dare she question my virtue!” Mayanne exclaimed, less directed towards Harwin and more to nobody in particular. Mayanne sharply turned away from the man in front of her, her entire body rigid.
Mayanne paced around the room impatiently, flailing her arms about, screaming at how unfair it was, and calling Rhaenyra and Harwin every insult under the moon. Harwin had never seen his Mayanne so undone, he sucked in a breath as he feared that he has pushed her too far this time. He reached to comfort her, a simple hand upon her shoulder. He had never been so cautious around her before, always sweeping her off her feet without warning or pulling her into a secure embrace even in her most vulnerable state. Harwin never felt like he could not touch and comfort his Mayanne however he saw fit, but things had changed. Mayanne was no longer his.
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The life they gave away | FemOC Hightower x Harwin Strong,
summary: when will they can do it again?
a/n: English is not my first language so expect for grammatical and typographical erros (I'm not joking srsly my english is not great).
warnings: angst love, age gap, arrange marriage? (not really sure if I can call it like that)
Being the oldest daughter of the King's Hand is very exhausting at a young age she has to learn how to be a "decent" girl, she always read books, learns new things, study history, and everything because that's what her father wants.
"Agatha" she looked at the girl who called her, her younger sister Alicent.
"The carriage is already here, Father want our presence in the Keep" she explained again as they ride the said carriage.
When they arrive at the castle Alicent was immidiately drifted away from her she said she's gonna look for her bestfriend Rhaenyra, the princess of the realm. She walked around the castle being here always when she was a little girl she already knew the route around the castle.
She walked inside the kitchen and saw a lot of servants there preparing some foods, her eyes scanned the room and looked for someone she knew here, Romilda the oldest cooker here.
"Romilda? what's with all the food?" she asked while giving her the book she asked for.
"Oh it's for the knights Lady Hightower, the Queen Aemma said that we should give them snacks for today it was an urgent order so were being quick" she said and go back to work.
"I will help" she said and started to do works some servants protest but she still insisted, she have nothing to do here her father is still in a meeting, and her sister is with the princess, so instead of just roaming around why don't she help them?
She baked breads and cookies she used her late mother's recipe that she thought her before, she gave Romilda one of it to taste test.
"Agatha this is delicious" the old lady compliment making her smile reach to her eyes, she was flattered as the other maids tried it and they all agreed.
"Thank you, it's my mother's own recipe" she said and started to bake more.
She wiped the sweats forming in her forehead, she loves baking but god she didn't expect this amount of bread to be baked but she can't complain she asked Romilda of how many possible bread she have to bake and she happily agreed when the lady said a specific amount. After baking all of it she put it all in a big container.
"I'll come with you, please" she begged.
"Ask your father first Lady we can't let you out the castle without his permission" Lucinda nodded and run fast until she reached the council meeting room.
"I would like to talk to my father please" she said to the knight that was guarding the door, the knight nod and opened the door letting her in.
All eyes turned to her as she entered the room and whispered to her father.
"Father I will help the servants to give foods for the knights in City Watch, please let me come with them" she pleaded. Otto gave her a familiar look when his answer is a no, she nod in defeat and was about to leave.
"Let her Otto so she can also see the City, you're daughter is no kid anymore" She heard the King said.
"She's still a young girl, your grace but if that's the king's order I will allow it, you can go" Agatha smiled widely and muttered a thank you to the King.
She was smiling from ear to ear, and walked back to the kitchen she told Romilda that her father already allowed her and the lady happily guide her to her carriage, Agatha also insisted to bring breads with her in the carriage.
Her ride was quiet but deep inside she was so excited after eighteen years she can finally see the City she grew up on. But sadly she can't explore it, after minutes she heard a knock in her carriage it was Romilda, they have arrived at the City and where the knights took there rest for some minutes. She helped them put the foods on the table that was served she can see some of faces are shock probably some didn't recognized her or some are surprise to see her.
She roamed her eyes around and it was settled to a big tall man he was talking to someone, she scanned him he's wearing a knight armor and a sword on his right side, he looked so scary like someone who you wouldn't want to mess with.
On the other hand Harwin was talking with his brother gathering information about the daughter of the King's Hand.
"Fuck off Harwin" Larys said completely annoyed because of his brother.
"Come on brother, I just want to know her"
"Does it look like I have talked to her? Also if you want to know her go talk to her but I will warn you, Otto is not an easy guy brother" Larys reminded him, he only rolled his eyes.
He's not scared to approach her he just don't want to scare her off.
He looked for her and saw her talking to Romilda a cooker from the Keep she was also helping her with the foods, she took the container from the old lady and happily brought it on the table, everyone ate and laugh and saying thank you to the servants, she looked at Agatha and saw her looking at the baked breads and cookies, she kept looking at it and back to the people.
Agatha was nervous, why does no one was eating her breads and cookies? she continues peeling the skin of her fingers, she turned around and stayed inside her carriage she decided to just stay there until they go back.
A hard knocked startled her inside, she opened it and saw Romilda narrowing her eyes at her.
"What are you doing here? The people are looking for you!" Romilda scolded.
"They do?"
"Of course they said that your pastries are delicious" Agatha jumped out off the carriage like an excited kid and fixed herself before walking to the people waiting for her, everyone complimented her.
"This is great my lady!"
"Truly one of the best cookies I ever had"
"I could eat this all day and still ask for it"
And a lot more compliments, she felt appreciated and welcomed, her father told her baking is a waste of time but she didn't believed it and continue doing it because to her baking and the cookies she made is a memory of her late mother to her.
"Thank you, I'm happy that all of you liked it" she said and smile.
She see some knights inviting other people to eat with them always offering her pastries to them,
"Now I need to know what's the recipe behind this amazing cookies" she slightly jumped when she heard a voice behind her, it was the knight she saw earlier.
"Oh! it's my mother's recipe, Ser?" she trailed waiting for the familiar guy to answer her,
"Harwin"
"Ser Harwin, I learned it from her" she added, Harwin can't help but to admire her smile, eyes, her entire face actually.
"I'm Agatha by the way" she introduced herself trying to be friends with the knight.
"I do think a lot knew you, you're father is the King's Hand" he said and took another bite on the cookies he was holding, her cookies was really great that's why he immidietly told everyone to give it a bite.
Agatha just smiled at him and turned around helping the servants again.
"I would stay away if I were you, Otto will surely wed her to some high Lords" He glared at his bitter brother beside him.
His eyes followed her as the girl entered the carriage.
"If she looked back means were gonna meet again" he thought to himself.
And she did looked back.
She smiled sweetly at him and waved a goodbye, Harwin did the same he waved back like a kid to her, she is an amazing woman.
Harwin watched her climb up to her carriage and wide smile was plastered on his face he can see the disgusted look his younger brother's throwing at her but he didn't care.
The god must really love him because they make his dream come true, it was night when he decided to visit and hunt some wild animals in the forest, he was eyeing for that white horse but it ran away he go after it but it lost in his vision.
"Fuck" he muttered to himself, he panicked when he heard some twigs rumbling sounds like he has an accompany.
He followed the source of the sound and suddenly it stopped.
Agatha was walking around the forest to gather some fresh air but she felt like someone is following her, getting alerted she hid from the big tree and wore her hood there she saw a man coming out from the dark, she took her dagger and tackled the man.
She pushed the guy to the ground before pointing the dagger in his throat.
"Who are you and why are you following me?" she asked, she can't clearly see the man beneath him cause other hood was too big for her head.
"Lady I'm sorry to-" she realized who's the voice from and instantly took off her hood both person was shock.
"Harwin?"
"Lady Hightower?" they both said at the same time.
She moved away from him realizing how awkward there position was, she fixed the dress under the long hood and Harwin also did the same, shame covered her whole body and just walked away.
Harwin followed her until her reached at the very end of forest, it was a cliff Agatha sat there making her legs swing.
"It's dangerous for you to be out here" Harwin said sitting beside her.
"I just want some fresh air you know, it's been a rough day" she smiled her eyes was glistening from the tears that's forming on the side of her eyes.
"You know people say I'm a great listener" he jested and acted fake proud about it, she laughed at him.
"Why? Has anybody already open up to you Ser? or it's a different thing that you're hearing?" she joked back she tilted her head to the side, teasing him.
"You'll never know" he answered and they both laughed together, her eyes disappear everytime she laughs which is an odd thing because her eyes aren't that small.
When their laughs faded the lady sighs.
"My father, he wants me to go in the North and wants me to be a nun which is I don't understand! He wants Alicent to be wed to some high lord but for me he want me to be a fucking nun? it's not like I hate them but I don't want to be a nun! Sevens my father is so weird, when I told him I don't want to and that I want to get wed and be a Queen or a high born wife he laughed at me" her strong features soften as she remember the words her father gave her.
"He said I'm not pretty enough for a lord to marry me or asked my hand in marriage, he said I'm not pretty as my mother nor my sister...." she said almost turning into a whisper.
"What the fuck is wrong with her father?" Harwin thought, every knight was literally drowned to her beauty when she arrived at the City he have to threaten some of them to not make a move to her so he can have her for himself only.
"I really wanted to be a Queen someday you know, I want people to look up to me, respect me I know it sound silly but still...I also want to help them, the people.... " He adored her reasons but Harwin lost his hope in her words, being a Queen is something he can never give to her, he's a heir but not a King.
"It's no silly even I want to be a King though it's impossible but who gives care? we dream what we want" he tried to cheer her gladly it worked the girl beamed at him.
Harwin and Lady Agatha shared a lot of bonds the next few days, they shared a lot of information about themselves and Harwin couldn't be any happier finally Agatha knew and acknowledge him, he knew a lot of things about her, she loves baking, reading, and painting she also has a great voice.
Meanwhile, Agatha is also happy about the accompany the knight is giving her, she loves how carefree Harwin is something she could never be, the knight awakens something inside her that she never recognized but whenever she's with him she somewhat felt happy.
The love between them grows as time goes by and they're not the only person who took a notice about it.
"So you and Ser Harwin?" Alicent teased her, they're in their assigned room and prepare to rest but her little sister had invite her in her chamber.
"What about him?" she asked while turning the pages the book she's gonna read for her, her focus was interrupted when the door of her sister's chamber opened and revealed the princess; Agatha stood up and bow her head for respect.
"No, there's no need" Rhaenyra chuckled and held her shoulders slowly pushing her down to sit again, and then the two young girls started poking her.
"You never told me there's something between you and Breakbones, hmm" Rhaenyra teased and poked the sides of her waist and Alicent did the same.
"There's no something between us Rhaenyra" Agatha said not looking at them but just at her books as soon as the playful smile appeared in her lips the two other girls squealed and giggled loudly, she panicked a bit and sign them to stop.
"Do not make any loud sounds we might wake up the whole Keep" she reprimanded the two.
But even herself she can't help but to feel her inside from thrilling, Harwin was truly handsome but it's not only his looks that made her like him, despite from her nickname he was a gentleman and seems like the perfect type of a man who will submit to her, to his lover. The idea of a man being dedicated to her makes her inside beam.
"Both of you should rest, Queen Aemma wouldn't want to know that the princess is late for her bed" She reminded them, and leave the room
She was walking through the empty halls to her chamber when a hand grabbed her arms and dragged her somewhere, she looked up to see Harwin wearing his city watch uniform.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
Harwin didn't answer until they reached outside the castle Harwin pushed a mystery door and it revealed them somewhere near the lake.
"Can you walk more?" Harwin asked her with a wide smile in his face, before she can even answer she heard Harwin whispered something under his breath before carrying her in a bridal style.
"Ah- I can walk Harwin" she raise her voice, the knight just chuckled he continue to walk until they reach at the top of a mountain, star was visible in the sky and the moon is full and bright..
Agatha was astonish of the scenery in front of her, she slowly sat on the grass she didn't mind if it will stain her dress, she looked around and saw Harwin looking up and admiring the beautiful sky too.
He looked so fucking beautiful the stars reflecting in his deep blue eyes is ideal, his long curly hair in a half bun, his strong posture everything about him is flawless, that's where she realized she have fallen in love with him, Ser Harwin "Breakbones" Strong, the strongest knight in the Seven Kingdoms, the man she dreamed of.
"Harwin" she called him, he turned his head to her and walked closer to her he stopped few feet away from her but Agatha walked closer, closing the large distance between them.
"Thank you" she said and smile and small tear forming in the side of her eye, only now did she feel that she was important to someone, that someone see her, know her truly.
"You deserve more than this to be truthful" Harwin tried to kiss her forehead but Agatha grip her collar and sealed her lips to him, she can feel how Harwin froze, she caress his hair to calm him.
And there under the moon, not only the gods but so are the stars and the moon itself witnessed their love for each other.
"Someday, if the right time comes I'm gonna marry you and make you mine" Harwin whispered between their passionate kiss.
"I'm already yours" she answered.
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Day passed Agatha was happy with Harwin but they need to keep their love between the two of them I mean that WAS their plan only if the princess and her sister aren't that so smart.
"I never expected the both of you to be together!" Agatha hushed the loud princess.
"Princess Rhaenyra, Lady Alicent promise me you will keep this personal, me and Agatha still need time" Harwin explained, the two girls nodded understanding him.
Rhaenyra stood up as soon as her personal shield, Ser Criston Cole called her the knight said that her father is asking for her audience.
They all watched as the young princess walked out of the garden, Agatha insisted on going with her since she will also have to talked with her father.
Harwin and Alicent was left at the garden the girl coughed to gain Harwin's attention, when he looked at her she exhales and spoke
"Ser Harwin I trust you with my sister please make her happy" she said with a smile but the smile was something else like she's...... sad?
"You're sister makes me the happiest man on the whole Realm and I only intend to give back what she deserves" Alicent was amused by his words Ser Harwin truly is one of a kind man, no wonder her older sister fell for him, Alicent know that her sister will need Harwin, one day she will have to left Agatha and do a duty her father want.
Alicent can't help the tear that escaped her eyes, she instantly looked away while wiping the tears off her.
"Lady? Are you alright? did I say something wrong" Harwin grew worried but she just shook her head.
"No no I'm just happy for my sister" it was a half lie, that's not the reason why she's crying but she was happy for her sister.
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Agatha was walking back to her chamber not planning to go back at the garden to meet her lover and sister, she immediately closed her door and locked it.
She didn't mean to eavesdrop the small meeting between the King, her Father and the Princess, the Queen is now dead, she's been dead for three days but the King didn't have the courage to tell the people and her daughter, she died from a childbirth..
She was worried for Rhaenyra but also sad because the Queen has been a great mother figure to both her and Alicent, she heard a soft knock in her and opened it, it was the young princess Rhaenyra, the girl immediately hugged her tightly and breakdown to her.
"Mother's dead...." she whispered, her cries are followed with Alicent's footstep as soon as she saw Rhaenyra crying she already know that she have heard the sad news.
Alicent wrapped her arms to hug her bestfriend, they both entered her room and comforted the grieving princess, after couple of hourd passed Alicent called by their father she excused herself to both of them before leaving.
"How are you feeling?" Agatha asked as she stroke the white hair of the princess, she sat up and wipe her tears.
"I am not okay but both of you are here so it's more great you two bring so much comfort in me..... especially Alicent" the last word almost sound a whisper but didn't go unnoticed by the Lady, she was no blind and it's clear as sky the little romance that her sister and the princess is having, from leaving and entering their chambers together with smile and loving stares at each other, from always looking out for each other, the hugs, small hands gestures, teasing small kisses, it all connected to the older Hightower, they were inlove with each other romantically.
"She's special to me.., Alicent" Rhaenyra said and grabbed her hand squeezing it.
"I can't help but to fall for her, she made me feel valid, and loved though my father never failed to show love to me but hers is different, Alicent- she's...... she's everything to me" the princess added, Agatha can almost see how her pupils gets bigger while confessing her love for her sister, and slowly a loving smile formed on the princess' lips.
"I am inlove with Alicent...and she feel the same way we've been hiding our relationship for almost a month" she confessed.
Agatha knew from the start, just as she said she's not blind nor stupid or maybe the two young girls are just too obvious.
"You both deserve each other and I am happy for both of you and I will do everything I can to protect you both, it just saddens me that I have to hear it from you and not from my own sister" she faked sad and dramatically held her chest like it's hurting, Rhaenyra laughed and softly smacked her arm.
Agatha was happy that these young girls have found themselves and their happiness.
But women aren't free to love who they want in a society that's lead by men....
//
"No I can't do that!" Alicent shouted to their father as she reject him.
The King's Hand, your father Otto Hightower have always lust for a higher position, even his current position now didn't satisfy him and the only position who's higher than his is the King.
So when he realized he can't have it perhaps one of his future grandsire can, that's when he called for a family meeting in their tower.
"You do must I say! I am your father-"
Alicent and Otto are fighting in front of her, she just her father as he offer your younger sister to "comfort" the sad King til it leads to something but of course her sister rejected him, she can't do that to the princess, her secret lover.
"I can't do it father I can't!" and that's where Otto grow tired convincing her sister and turned to her.
She is his last chance....
Otto didn't want her to be the Queen he always saw her as unworthy because of her weak attitude but truly her father never knew her and her desires for the high title, her plans for the Kingdom, everything.
And she's not going to lie, her father's plan will lead her to somewhere and if lucky she can be the next Queen which she always dreamed of, she knew how much she wants to be the Queen and now the opportunity is in front of her, she have choices.
First she can reject his father and her father would let him, let's say Otto kind of favors her more than Alicent when it comes to this decision weird yes but what can she do? and then her younger sister is forced to do what their father wish, second, accept it.
And she choose the one she would benefit, the second one.
With that she can be the Queen and she can protect Alicent and Rhaenyra she will make sure that they will have a happy life while their young and she can help the people who need needs help.
The kids in Flea Bottom, families there and women who endured all kind of abuse just to survive their daily lives......she wants to help them and to make it come true she have to be the Queen first...
"I'll do it but in one condition" she said.
Alicent looked at her older sister and shook her head trying to say that she doesn't have to do this but Agatha already decided, she will do this one way or another.
Otto let her do what she wants she said that she would make the King marry her but not by bedding him, she would never stoop that low. She will go to the King's bed and comforted him give him sweet words saying how brave he is.
She knew the King, she knew how vulnerable and sensitive he is, she knew what the right words to use for him to like her, she will made him feel valid, understood, and more.
//
"You're greater than you think My King" Agatha said and rub his back, he just got into an argument with his brother again and Daemon insulted him for how weak he is as a King.
"A great father and a King the people couldn't ask for more do you hear me?" she caressed both side of his face and make him look at her.
Viserys is a great man she would not deny it but he is weak to be a King he's soft heart, his lack of strategies on everything, and vulnerability is his weaknesses.
"How can you still see me like that?" Viserys asked.
She was lost in his eyes not because it was beautiful but because she can almost see Harwin's eyes on his, she was lost and her mind completely went to him.
To her love....
But she didn't let that mess this up, she smiled sweetly at him "Because that who you are and you deserve all the love a person can give you..." she said.
She hoped her words brought comfort to him because she really want to comfort the sad King but she also wished it worked on him.
And it did.
Later Viserys talked with her father and asked for her hand in marriage of course her father agreed instantly.
The news was delivered to her by her sister Alicent she smiled to her, Agatha turned around at her as the tears starts pooling to her eyes.
This is what she wants right? to be the Queen? then why the fuck she is crying?
Well maybe because of the fact that she just realized that she will have to leave Harwin, even though her marriage with the King is pure political Agatha wants to be a dutiful and faithful wife.
"Sister I'm sorry...." Alicent hugged her from behind.
"I have to talk to him"
"Can I ask you something Agatha?" She looked at her young sister and nod "If you love him then why are you doing this? You could just say no to our father and you know well he will be okay with it and force me to marry him instead but you didn't"
Those questions was repeated to her now, but now it was the love of her life who's asking.
"Why did you offer yourself if you can just say no?" was the exact words that leave his mouth.
She wanted to protect Alicent and Rhaenyra is one of her reason but she have a specific reason why did that.
She also wanted to be a Queen....
It's was her dream, it's what her heart wants, she loves Harwin so much other than everyone but he's no King, it sounds selfish yes but being in her situation where men decides for your fate is exhausting, with this marriage she can get away from her father's order and she can even help women in the realm.
She want to rule, to have power, for people look up to her, for people to listen to her. She wanted all of that and Harwin can't give that to her.
///
"I need this Harwin you know that" she said and pulled his hand to place it on her cheeks.
The soon the news reached his ears he immediately went to her and they both went at the top of the mountain where he brought her. Where Agatha first felt the love that Harwin have for her.
Of course Harwin understands her, he knew how much she wanted this what she would trade to be the Queen, he just didn't expect that this day would really come.
"I will always wait for you" Harwin reminded him, his eyes starts to water but the strong wind wipe it away.
"Don't.... please....you have nothing to wait from me I'm never coming back to you"
"Why? I can be your mistress if you want, please there's always a way Agatha" Harwin begged and cupped both side of her cheeks.
"I love you Harwin please know that"
"Then why are you doing this to me?"
"Want is different from need, I need you but I want to be the Queen and I chose to where I can do something"
The silence covered them, her hands on his shoulder while his in on the both side of her cheeks. Harwin was staring at her, her eyes that's covered with teard and sadness, her lips that has a small comforting smile.
He love you and he will understand every decision you make, he wants you to be happy even if it means that you have to leave him.
"I do not deserve your love..." her chuckle turned into a sob as she stood up and starts to walked away.
It's the truth she didn't deserve his love, he will give up anything for her but she won't do the same, their like an asymptote line,no matter how closer they get fate will always find away to separate them.
While Agatha thinking she doesn't deserve his love nor anyone's love Harwin didn't think the same instead he thought that maybe if he showed her his love for her then maybe it will be enough for her to stay.
For her to choose him...
"You deserve everything Agatha you have give every part of yourself to everyone, you also deserve for someone to give you a part of themselves and I'm willing and will always be willing to be that person" Harwin said and kissed her forehead.
That was the most saddest form of touch they both felt.
No matter what decision Agatha will make Harwin will always love her, with or without something to return.
"I really want to think it that way but I just can't....I't doesn't feel right maybe because some people just really don't deserve to be happy like genuinely happy and unfortunately I am one of them" The day she and Harwin became together she thought she can finally have a genuine and happy life because after years finally someone loved her, a love without needing to return for it, a love without needing to give back but maybe all of that was just a thought.
Maybe the gods forbid her for being happy if is so what did she do to deserve a such thing? why does she have to crave for power and not love?
"I'm sorry.... really I am, I want to come back but I can't anymore I wanted this Harwin I want you to know that there's no one to blame on this not my father, Alicent or even my betrothed" she added.
Her betrothed...
Harwin thought that words will be refered to him someday, "Agatha's betrothed".
"Did you regret meeting me?" Agatha asked suddenly. She wanted to know, did he? after this would he tell himself that maybe of both of you didn't crossed path this wouldn't happen?.
"No, and if in different times this would happen again I would still always choose to cross my path with you because I love you, I love everything about you, your kind souls, eyes, smiles, lips, words, I love your decision whether it's right or wrong I love you Agatha so no I never regretted every single thing we had" With his words Agatha broke down.
She hurt him and what's worst is she can't do anything to mend his pain.
She can't say anything other than sorry because that's all what she can do right now, to apologize to him.
"In different time I am begging my love, next time if we ever cross our paths again choose me..." Harwin softly said and hugged her.
He was now crying cause he knew after this everything they have will be thrown away and forgotten, he will go back as a knight and her will be his Queen.
"I will my love, I will" she only answer they both stayed in their place afraid that if they pulled away no one in between them will know when they can do this again
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SO HAPPY YOU'RE BACK!!! Something that's been plaguing my mind is harwin x male!targ!reader (viserys and daemon's younger brother)
Maybe some headcanons for these two? With some smutty smut with harwin on the receiving end of it please?👉🏻👈🏻
Maybe even them doing the deed on nana vhagar's back...
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Harwin Strong being your secret lover- headcannons. // Male!reader.
A/N: NSFW, kind of short. You find out who's the buttom, hihi. Btw! I have missed you 🐉, there will be a 3rd part of Zālagon and Vaghar👀
Being a little younger than Harwin and let him use that excuse to watch your back all day.
Make up any excuse to keep your brother Viserys from sending you out of the capital. You could have arduous tasks like listening to the king's dull council meetings, the endless petitions of the people, or the repetitive visits of other lords to the court. It was all worth it when you turned your eyes to the corner where Harwin stood, and back he looked at you.
You met him the first time his father Lyonel brought him to the castle to take his place at court. You were still a teenager when he dismounted his horse with his charming smile. He took no notice of you, but you wandered the castle, hoping to catch even a glimpse of him.
It didn't take him long to challenge your brother Daemon's prowess. And out of respect, he let him win, but it hurt Daemon's ego quite a bit and cut a wound on his hand out of anger.
You offered to heal his cut, and there he finally saw you.
Sitting inside the armoury, in the dim light from the window, you heard him speak in his deep, gravelly voice.
"You are a gentle man."
Those words made you blush, and his look of affection brought a smile so genuine that it changed something in Harwin's heart.
He stopped to talk to you at every crossroads where he met you. He didn't care if he was accompanied by anyone or if you were accompanied.
The shame drained from you, and though your heart throbbed hard at the sight of him, it was routine to make him smile, to treat his wounds, and to let him speak tender words to you.
He taught you how to handle a sword.
You taught him to speak to a dragon.
Viserys was totally blind to your love for him, so any excuse to be with him seemed harmless, pure brotherhood, and he liked knowing you wanted to learn from a great knight like Harwin.
Daemon was fully aware of your love for him, so any excuse to be with him seemed like fun. It brought out your Targaryen side and he helped you create situations to end up alone with Harwin.
Ser Lyonel was aware as soon as he saw the two of you together. Never before had he seen his eldest son so happy with another... friend.
Larys was the first to tell Harwin. He heard the rumours of your pining for the knight, and in an attempt to separate you, he sought to make him uncomfortable, telling him of the times you'd wandered the castle in search of him, the times you'd mentioned your love to Daemon or...the times the maids had changed your sheets because you'd spent the night thinking of him, whispering his name.
Nothing and at the same time everything changed for Harwin. He became more aware of you if that was even possible.
It was he who kissed you first. In the same place where you had healed his wound the first time he came across you.
He couldn't go a day without giving you a kiss since then.
He loves the back of your neck, where he always has easy access during training.
You kissed his chin, where you can reach him most easily, and watch from there as he blushes, trying to hold back the urge to lower his face to kiss you one more time.
You had to show him the secret way to your room.
He learned it on the third try.
You had to rescue him the first and second time you agreed to meet.
Those two times, you almost slept in the recesses of the castle, for there was so little sense of privacy that you could not tear yourselves away from each other.
The smell of your bed always cheered the Bonebreaker's heart.
You preferred the smell of his sweat, so masculine and warm.
Everyone watched from the sidelines as the two of you sparred in training, the great Harwin against the gentlest of the Targaryen brothers. In private, there were never weapons, only affection and caresses.
Harwin would let you braid his hair in little disguised plaits.
He'd deposit hickeys on your neck, knowing you were used to wearing collars and shirts.
His attempt at Valyrian made you laugh.
Your attempt with the sword made him laugh.
Watching him fight someone, with those grunts and the little smile of victory made you burn inside, you felt yourself grow and you couldn't wait to have him all to yourself again.
When you spoke to your dragon Vhagar, with that deep Valyrian tone, your calmness and control in the face of that huge creature and soaring through the air always made Harwin sweat. More than once, he had cornered you in the Dragon Pit itself to kiss you in the darkness of the cave.
He loved to stroke your silver hair when he had you on his knees. Your pleasure as you sucked his cock also came from his caresses and moans.
His back looked like a map of star-spangled muscles when he lay in bed as he let you make him yours at night.
When he asked you to sit on his face, he never joked. And you soon learned that it was never a joke.
When he was feeling especially brave, Harwin would agree to fly with you over Vaghar.
Never at high altitude, the dragon would take you far away, and right there, you would let the adrenaline and freedom take you both away. Standing behind you, Harwin would slip his hand down your trousers, his bare hand, big and strong, stroking you until you shivered, resting you on his chest as you cum.
Then, in bed, you would return the favour, letting him enter you so you could feel him inside, and he would release all the pleasure your tightness gave him.
Sleeping on his chest was better than any cotton and silk pillow.
You would never be king or heir.
He would never be a great lord or a great advisor.
And neither of you ever needed anything else. You had enough of the secret corridor leading to your room.
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pairing: harwin strong x reader
synposis: the commander of the city watch's unexpected departure from king's landing prompts a long overdue confession to the handmaiden of princess rhaenyra.
warnings: angst, fluff, swearing
notes: justice for harwin, our baby who deserved better and more than 10 minutes of screen time <3
"There was an incident at the training yard today. Involving the commander and Ser Criston."
*yn*'s body froze, her hand hovering over the chalices as the words slithered into her ears.
"What kind of incident?"
She straightened up and placed the pitcher of wine down before the cup could overflow. Her knuckles bone white as she chaperoned the two glasses of wine over to the table placed in between the princess and her husband.
"The kind where Ser Harwin nearly beat Ser Criston to a pulp."
*yn* had to use all of her willpower to not drop the gold goblets at the princess's words. Surely there had to be some explanation, some misunderstanding of sorts.
"Seven hells, whatever for?" Laenor's words were slurred, his tone high pitched. Drunk.
"For the same reason the Queen dragged us up to her room when Joffrey was born."
*yn* could feel Laenor's eyes burning into her as she placed the goblets down on the table.
"The vile accusations are circling us husband. On all sides."
Rhaenyra's tone was firm but her face was ever expressionless. One that was impossible to read. Forever wearing a mask that *yn* rarely ever saw removed. Some never did.
"I wish to speak to my wife in private."
*yn* turned to Laenor and curtseyed quickly.
"Of course your-"
"*yn* has served me for many years, she is well aware of the rumours spread about us. We can speak openly in front of her." Rhanerya gestured to her handmaiden lazily, her piercing eyes never leaving her husband as she spoke.
"I am not asking this time."
*yn* swallowed and glanced between the pair. Neither were paying her any attention, their gazes solely fixed on each other, daring the other to blink. Neither wanted to back down.
Before *yn* even had time to fix her anxious expression, Rhaenyra's stare was on *yn*. Rhaenyra's eyes glided over her features, *yn* could practically feel her deciphering every micro-expression etched into her skin.
If Rhaenyra sensed *yn*'s anxiety, she did not reveal it. Instead she curtly nodded and sent her a tight lipped smile. It was more than most people ever got.
"You may go, *yn*."
"Of course princess." *yn* curtseyed. "I will be back to help put the boys to bed."
"No need, me and Laenor can manage tonight."
"But-"
"-That will be all *yn*." Rhaenyra's tone was gentle but firm as she cut *yn* off before she could protest.
*yn* knew what that tone meant. Now was not the time to argue with her or question her commands. Rhaenyra had always treated *yn* with respect and kindness, almost as if they were friends, but she was still a Targaryen. The future queen.
This time *yn* merely nodded and curtseyed before hastily making her way to the door.
"Oh and *yn*." Rhaenyra's voice stopped her from curling her fingers around the door handle.
She spun around, her lips parted to answer. Rhaenyra beat her to it.
"I heard Ser Harwin was at his usual tavern, drinking away his sorrows."
The ghost of a smile flashed across Rhaenyra's lips as she spoke. It was gone so quickly *yn* thought she might have dreamt it.
"Just if you were curious as to where our commander might be."
*yn* could feel a blush creeping up onto her cheeks, her face growing a deep shade of crimson red. Laenor's brow furrowed as he glanced between the two women in confusion.
"Thank you princess." *yn* stared down at her feet as she curtseyed once more, her fingers finding the door handle as she did.
Rhaenyra inclined her head in response before turning her attention back to her husband. *yn* turned her back once more just as Rhaenyra brought the goblet up to her lips to hide her amused smirk.
The stench of liquor, sweat and sex infiltrated *yn*’s nostrils. Tavern goers barely spared her a moments notice as she slipped into the chaos. Ducking and weaving through the crowd, her eyes flitted from one face to the next.
He was hard to miss. His massive frame dwarfing the table he was crouched over. An intimidating mass of muscle shoved into a dingy corner. A mass of brown curls concealed his face as he bent down to press his lips to the pint of lager he was nursing.
Harwin Strong looked up from his cup. His eyes glassy and unfocused as *yn* slid into the seat opposite him.
"You should not be here. It is not safe." His voice was gruff and deep. The type of voice that crept down *yn*'s spine, leaving shivers in its wake.
"Well lucky I have the commander of the city watch to protect me then." Her attempt at lightening the mood seemed to have the opposite effect, Harwin's eyes darkening and his jaw tightening at her words.
“Have you not heard darling?” He hiccuped as he paused to take another long swig from his drink.
“It’s ex-commander now.” His words slurred together into one convoluted string of vowels.
He had completely consumed himself in drink, something *yn* had not seen from him before.
“What?" *yn* blinked in disbelief. "How is that possible? Does the King not know what Cole said to you?”
She could feel her voice rising as her anger grew. She had never liked Cole, not since he had attempted to guilt Rhaenyra for refusing to give up the crown for him. And now that he was Queen Allicent’s lapdog, his cunt-like attitude had only worsened.
“It does not matter what he said to me.” Harwin shrugged as he slouched back in his seat.
“Of course it matters. He goaded you. You have every right to do what you did.”
“I should not have let him get under my skin. I have disgraced myself. My family. I deserve it.”
“You absolutely do fucking not.” *yn* growled. “That man is an insipid little cuck who is bitter at the world because he got so cunt drunk on-“
She cut herself off, inhaling sharply before she could say anything further. She had to watch her tongue in places like this. Where rats with beady eyes watched from their little spider holes and sewer pipes.
Harwin studied her intently, as if he was only just realising she was sitting across from him. Like her words had finally snapped him out of his drunken haze.
She watched as his face morphed from one of anger to one of humour as he took in her bright eyes and clenched jaw.
“I like when you are angry.” Harwin mused.
“Brings out a fire in you.” His eyes danced with amusement as he peered at her over his drink. “Makes you even more ravageable.”
*yn* felt heat creep into her cheeks at his words. These types of compliments from Harwin were completely foreign to her. He was always kind, humorous, but never flirty. It appeared that drink loosened his tongue.
*yn* had been Princess Rhaenyra's handmaiden since she had turned eight and ten. The second born daughter of a wealthy merchant, Dreyos Valrin was more than willing to offer his daughter to the King.
She had grown up beside Rhaenyra, and by proxy had grown to know all the other members of the royal court, and their protectors.
Harwin had always been there, although it took *yn* a few years to notice him. He had always been in the background, observing.
But then Criston wreaked havoc at Rhaenyra's wedding and Harwin had stormed through and scooped her and Rhaenyra up under each of his arms as if they weighed no more than a feather, carrying them to safety. She could remember him placing her down on the ground and staring down at her with those big brown eyes of his as he asked her if she was ok.
It was like she was properly seeing him for the first time.
Once Harwin became commander, the pair grew closer. Hours spent waiting in the corners of feasts and tournaments lead to in depth conversations and stories. To secrets and inside jokes. Knowing glances and stifling giggles.
Rhaenyra grew fond of Harwin to, the three becoming close friends. Then the rumours started. *yn* had always dismissed them, especially with the way Rhaenyra so convincingly denied them.
But as each child was born and *yn* saw the scientifically mystifying dark brown roots instead of starch white ones, her doubt only grew.
And her heart broke a little more. Because it was further proof that this infatuation was entirely one sided. An unrealistic fantasy.
“Seven hells, you are drunk.” Was the only thing that she could muster up under his intense gaze.
Her sheepish mumbling only made Harwin’s smirk widen.
“That I am.” He conceded.
“But my inebriated state does not make you any less beautiful.”
*yn* felt the blush spreading across her face darken.
She must have done something to gain the gods favour because at that very moment a drunken customer bumped into her back, sending his drink flying through the air. It missed her by an inch, but it was enough of a distraction to save her from having to construct a reply to Harwin's forward comment.
"Sorry love." The man gurgled as he stumbled past.
Harwin glared at him as he walked away. *yn* did not miss the way his gloved hand tightened around the handle of his drink.
"You should not be in a place like this." He reiterated as he finally dragged his eyes from the man.
"Neither should you." She countered.
"This is precisely where I should be. With the other fuck ups and outcasts."
*yn*'s smile vanished at Harwin's words, watching as he tilted his head back to finish the remnants of the liquid sitting at the bottom of his cup.
"Come. Let us leave this place." She spoke as he slammed the empty cup onto the table. "You have wallowed here enough."
"Why do you care where I wallow." He muttered, his eyes following her every move as she rose up to her feet.
"Because you are my friend." She stated matter-of-factly. "It is my duty to care."
"Friend huh?" His mumbling was so quiet and slurred that *yn* did not even hear him as she glanced around at her surroundings.
"How much?" A gruff voice called out from behind her.
"I'm sorry?" Her forehead creased in confusion as she turned to see a man staring at her.
"How much for an hour of your time darling."
Her eyes darted behind his shoulder to see a few man luring at her. She swallowed and fought the urge to wrap her arms around herself as the hairs stood up on the back of her neck.
"I'm not a whore."
Her response made him chuckle and his pack of friends snigger in cohesion.
"Everyone's a whore if you've got enough money." He answered her as he took a step closer. His eyes were raking up and down her figure in a way that was making her skin crawl.
"So tell me, how much is that little cunt of yours worth?"
"What the fuck did you just say?"
Harwin was now sitting up tall in his chair. His brown eyes suddenly sharp as they locked onto the man. *yn* cursed under her breath as she watched the anger ripple through him.
"I suggest you go." She spoke, her voice firm as she turned away from Harwin to glare at him. The man merely let out a dry chuckle and a low whistle as his eyes dragged down her once more.
"Must be pretty fucking good to get this one so riled up."
The table scraped against the ground behind *yn*.
"Apologise to the lady."
His voice was so deep that she felt the rumble of his chest against her back as he spoke. Her eyes never left the man in front of her.
She watched as the man's eyes drifted up past her face, all the way to Harwin's behind her. He had always dwarfed her in size, like he did most people, and she could see the realisation begin to dawn on the man's face that he had made quite the fuck up.
His friends behind him were whispering to each other, taking turns to steal glances at Harwin.
".....breakbones......"
Her ears plucked those words out of the air at the same time the stranger's did. She watched him visibly pale as he realised who he was picking a fight with.
"Apologise. Now. I will not ask again."
The man shrunk into himself at Harwin's words. A glance over his shoulder revealed his friends had scattered in all directions, leaving him without backup.
"I am sorry m'lady."
She watched him as he made an attempt at a bow, staring up at her pleadingly through his lashes. She let him stew there for a few moments, taking the time to glare at him.
"It is fine."
"I do not think it was sincere enough." Harwin growled as he stepped around her to approach him.
She reached out and placed a hand onto his forearm. The feeling of her touch made him stop and turn to look down at her.
"He apologised. Let us leave and be done with it."
He studied her for a few moments as he felt the white hot rage begin to melt away under her touch. He gritted his teeth and turned to look at the man trembling in front of them.
*yn* felt relief wash through her when he nodded his head stiffly in agreement. Her hand was still on his forearm as she guided him past the man, leaving him shaking where he stood. Harwin let her lead him through the tavern, his glare keeping anymore drunks away.
It was clear his anger had not fully dissipated once they stepped out onto the dimly lit street. She finally let go of his arm as they began to walk back towards the castle.
"I do not want you going there again." The silence finally broke after a few minutes.
"Well stop going there to get offensively drunk and I I will not have to."
"The lack of respect I endure from you will never cease to amaze me." *yn* could hear the smile in his response which in turn made a small smile appear on her lips as the energy around them shifted.
"I did not realise an ex-commander required a certain level of respect." Her stomach dropped the second the words slipped past her lips.
It was a low blow. A gamble. Possibly the diciest quip she had ever delivered to him. Something she most definitely regretted.
"You know." He said after a few moments. Nerves wracked her body as she opened her mouth to apologise.
"I always blamed the princess for your insolence, that you had spent too much time in her company. But now I am second guessing that theory."
A moment of silence passed as the pair caught eyes. His face was solemn until one side of his lips began to twitch up into a smirk. Then they both burst out into hushed laughter. Relief coursed through her veins at the sound of his amusement.
The couple slipped back into comfortable silence as they approached one of the back entrances into the castle. *yn* turned to say something to him as she began to scale the stairs but was caught by surprise when she realised he was no longer beside her.
"Harwin?" She peered down at him questioningly when she saw that he had come to a stop at the bottom of the stairwell.
"This is where I bid you goodnight Lady Valrin."
"What are you talking about? You are not returning to your chambers?"
Confusion brewed in her when he shook his head.
"I do not think it appropriate for me to stay here anymore given these recent events."
"But this is your home. Ser Criston is as much to blame as you-"
"Ser Criston did not publicly humiliate the hand of the king." He cut her off firmly.
"I have taken up lodgings elsewhere." He spoke just as she opened her mouth to protest.
"Besides, I do not want to tarnish your reputation by being seen with me at this hour by the castle's preying eyes."
His words made a humourless chuckle escape her lips.
"I am a second born daughter of a merchant, the handmaiden to the princess. I do not have a reputation to tarnish. I am of insignificance to preying eyes."
He shook his head at her words. "That is a lie *yn*."
She felt her heart hammer in her chest as a gloved hand came to cradle her face.
"And you and I both know it." His thumb brushed against her chin as he spoke. His voice was low, his gaze gentle as they looked at one another.
An unreadable expression crossed his face as he dropped his hand from her face and took a step back. She exhaled a shaky breath as he bowed deeply in front of her.
"Goodnight Lady Valrin."
She swallowed as he looked up at her through his mass of curls, his deep brown eyes locking with hers. The confession she had so desperately wanted to rid herself of hung tantalisingly on her lips. But she shoved it down once more, like she had done a thousand times over.
"Goodnight Ser Harwin."
"Can we go to the dragon pit yet?"
"Once your mother is finished with the council. I heard she wants to watch you train today."
Lucerys Velaryon moaned as he flopped down beside *yn*.
"But I want to go now."
"We all wish we could have things when we wanted them young prince." *yn* teased him lightly.
"But patience is a virtue, we know." Jacaerys huffed as he bounded over to join them.
"Yes Jacaerys, that is correct." *yn* nodded as the two boys joined her under the shade of the tree.
"You have only told us about three hundred times." He answered back sarcastically which made Lucerys giggle.
"Well now I have told you three hundred and one times and I will continue to until you learn it." *yn* raised a brow at him, unable to hide the smile on her face as she tried to be semi-authoritative.
The boys could read her like a book, and play her like a fiddle. They knew she was all bark and no bite.
"How do you 'learn' patience?" Lucerys queried as he moved to rest his head in her lap.
"Well, I am getting quite good practice right now."
It took the boys a few moments to realise what she meant, but when they did they let out gasps followed by fits of giggles.
"When will mother be done?" Lucerys asked once their laughter had died down.
He was like a dog with a bone.
"I am not sure, it should not be much longer. Then you can go to the pit." She answered him as she ran a hand through his hair.
"I thought we were saying goodbye to Harwin after the council."
"What?" *yn* could not hide her surprise as she turned to look at Jacaerys. "What are you talking about?"
"Mother told us he was leaving and that we had to say goodbye."
"Leave? To where?" Jacaerys' brow furrowed at her tone, noting the concern on her features.
"To Harrenhal."
*yn* felt like she might be sick, her brain racing at a million miles an hour as she tried to process the information provided to her by two young children.
"Did your mother say when he was leaving?" She could feel her voice wavering as she spoke, her eyes beginning to sting as she kept her gaze fixed on the grass below her.
The two children exchanged worried glances when they noticed the expression on her features.
"Mother said he was leaving tonight." Jacaerys answered her.
"Did Ser Harwin not tell you?" Lucerys piped up from her lap.
"No. No he did not."
"I thought you two were friends." He frowned, sitting up to study her when he saw the grief flit across her face.
"As did I."
*yn* did not think it possible to experience so many different emotions in such a short period of time.
She had gone through sadness, confusion, humiliation and betrayal all in the span of one afternoon.
Now she had settled on anger. Pure, unbridled rage that was directed at one person and one person only.
The last thing she wanted to do this evening was to traipse up through the castle to the princess's chambers. Yet that was exactly what she was doing. Having been summoned by her princess to discuss something 'urgent'.
All she wanted to do was to curl up in her bed and cry.
She squared her shoulders and painted a pleasant smile on her features as she opened the door. She could thank Rhaenyra for her learned ability to hide her true emotions.
Swirls of pink and orange light filtered in through the large windows, bathing Rhaenyra's room in a beautiful golden haze. Dusk had always been *yn*'s favourite time of the day in King's Landing.
Her body went rigid when her eyes fell on an unexpected figure standing at one of the windows on the far side of the room.
"What are you doing here?" Even she was surprised by the bitterness laced through her words as they left her mouth.
Harwin turned, clearly caught off guard by her presence as his lips parted in surprise. He composed himself quickly, his face expressionless as he studied her.
"The princess sent for me." His words were calm and soft. The complete opposite to hers.
She huffed and crossed her arms in front of her chest, sending him a glare before purposely turning her head to avoid his gaze. Some might call her petulant for this but she did not care in the slightest.
It also pained her to look at him.
"I take it you have heard the news?"
She could feel her anger begin to rise to the surface at his question.
"Yes, the princess's sons informed me." She kept her gaze fixed to the window opposite her.
"I am sorry."
"Are you sorry you did not tell me or sorry that I found out?" Her words were venomous as she finally turned to direct her rage at him.
"That was your plan, was it not? To scamper away to Harrenhal without a word."
He did not burr up as she pelted him with her anger. Instead his gaze only softened as he took a step towards her.
The dusk light filtering through illuminated his figure as he stood in front of the window. It made him look more ethereal than usual.
"I thought it would be easier this way."
"So you are a coward then." She snarled, her eyes glowering with anguish as she watched him step closer.
"In this situation, I am." He murmured.
His confession took her by surprise. She froze, her lips parted as she stared at him. However, it only quelled her rage momentarily before she was aiming her venom laced words at him once more.
"Why are you leaving?"
"My father has instructed me to return to Harrenhal and start my duties as heir. These rumours have left me no choice but to leave."
"Are they true?"
Harwin blinked at her in disbelief at her question. *yn* never thought that she would ever be brave enough to say those words aloud, but now with the prospect of never seeing the man she loved ever again, she felt oddly liberated.
"The rumours, are they true?" She pressed when she did not receive an answer.
For the first time in their interaction an expression that resembled anger flickered across Harwin's face.
"You really think that low of me?" His voice was low as he glared at her. "That I would go off and father three children with a married woman when my heart so clearly belongs to another?"
The brief sense of relief that she had felt was very quickly drowned out by his confession. His heart belonged to another. Of course it did.
"I jest about your insolence but I never expected such an insult from you."
His words brought her back to the present. Her eyes narrowed as she stepped forward, her fists clenched at her side.
"You dare speak of insolence to me? You care so little of our friendship that you were willing to leave, perhaps to never return again, without so much as a wave goodbye." She was aware there were hot tears streaming down her face now, but she found herself unable to care. He was leaving, she might as well bare all of her ugly parts to him now.
"I do hope you did not extend such little courtesy to the woman you profess to love. I shudder to think how she must feel right now."
Her words were designed to hurt. Perfectly crafted to pierce through his skin. It was safe to say that she was quite confused when his shoulders slumped in defeat and he let out a halfhearted chuckle at her words.
"From where I am standing right now, she seems to be understandably quite enraged."
His words left her speechless and frozen. Like a blanket stifling her anger as if they were flames.
"And although I usually find her anger very alluring, I am actually quite frightened this time." A sad smile that reached his eyes spread across his lips.
She watched as he took a few steps forward, closing the gap between them.
"You love me?" She breathed out.
He nodded in response as he came to a stop in front of her. Their height difference forced *yn* to tilt her head up to keep their eyes locked. Her anger had completely dissipated now, dissolving completely as his hand came up to brush a strand of hair behind her ear.
"For as long as I can remember."
"Why have you never said anything?"
"I am not sure. Terrified of your rejection most likely. Scared of how my heart so entirely belongs to you." He mumbled as his eyes scanned every inch of her features.
"That is why I did not want to say goodbye. Because I was terrified that I would not be able to bring myself to leave if I saw you one last time."
*yn* felt her heart break as he glided the pad of his thumb across her bottom lip. She had so much she wanted to say, but she could not find the words to articulate her thoughts.
So instead she did what Rhaenyra would do. Take what she wanted with no apologies or embarrassment. With that thought in mind she reached up onto her toes, wrapping her arms around his neck to guide his head down to meet hers.
She felt her stomach do flips as their lips met. Her fingers curled into his thick hair as his hands found her waist. Her head was spinning as the kiss deepened. A rumble emitted from Harwin's chest as her fingers entwined further into his hair and he dug his fingers into the flesh of her hips.
The pair only pulled apart when they could no longer breath, their chests rising and falling at a rapid pace as they stared at each other.
"It is quite extraordinary how quickly you reduce me to a quivering bundle of nerves, you know." He remarked, an amused smirk flashing on his lips.
"Ser Harwin Breakbones Strong a bundle of nerves? Impossible." She managed to stop herself from shaking under his touch, a smile on her lips as she spoke.
"My heart has always been yours too." She admitted quietly after a few moments passed. Harwin's brown eyes were filled with tears now too.
Both were aware of how bittersweet this moment was, finally confessing their love to one another just to be ripped apart for who knows how long. Perhaps forever.
The sound of footsteps approaching made the pair spring apart, only just detangling from each other when the door opened.
"Princess." They both spoke, bowing in unison as Rhaenyra appeared in the doorway.
Her hands were clasped firmly together in front of her as she came into the room. Her eyes flitted between them, silence stretching on as she took her time in studying them.
"*yn*, a word." As she spoke, her two sons came bounding in after her. They made a beeline for Harwin, both talking over the top of eachother to tell him about their afternoon in the dragon pit.
*yn* did not risk a glance at Harwin as she nodded to the princess and made her way over to her.
"We are leaving." There was no attempt at quieting her voice as she spoke. Loud enough that Harwin could hear every word over the boys animated shouts.
"To Dragonstone?"
Rhaenyra nodded. "We have been here for far too long, we should have left years ago. It is about time we escaped the whispers that keep us prisoner here."
She agreed with Rhaenyra. The castle had grown poisonous as Allicent's boys aged and Viserys withered. It was no place for Rhaenyra's boys to grow up, or for Rhaenyra to thrive.
"A good decision, princess. We will leave soon?"
"Tomorrow."
Rhaenyra glanced over her shoulder at Harwin, before turning to *yn*.
"You should bring him." *yn* could not mask her surprise at Rhaenyra's words, her head jerking around to look at Harwin.
"I am afraid I do not understand."
Her answer made Rhaenyra cock her head to one side as she studied her.
"Someone needs to train the boys. Besides, you will need the extra company, or else you will grow tired of me."
A smirk appeared on Rhaenyra's lips, her eyes dancing with amusement as she glanced over at Harwin once more.
"I think he will do a fine job of keeping you entertained."
Before *yn* could protest, Rhaenyra stepped around her and made a beeline for the boys chambers.
"Come boys, it is time for bed."
The boys knew better than to protest as they excitedly bid their goodbyes to Harwin and bounded after their mother.
*yn* stood rooted in place as she watched the three disappear from sight. The sound of their bedroom door shutting echoed in the cavernous room.
Harwin and *yn* were alone once more.
"Did you hear all of that?" *yn* murmured to him once she finally mustered the courage to turn to him.
"I will come with you. To Dragonstone." Her lips parted in surprise at his words.
"But you are the heir of Harrenhal Harwin." She answered as she watched him approach her.
"Fuck my inheritance." He stated as he closed the gap between them.
"I never wanted to be a Lord anyways. Or inherit a cursed castle. Larys can have it." He shrugged.
She shook her head in disbelief, her eyes shining as tears began to pool in the corners once more.
"I cannot ask you to give that up for me."
He smiled as he cupped her face in both of his gloved hands and bent down to place a tender kiss to her lips.
"Good thing I am not asking then."
I love that this man had like 4 lines and I've just given him an entire personality.... anyway hope you all loved it!!! Enjoy this hyper fixation for a while because I want to keep writing for him hehehe. As always, feedback would be super super appreciated and you can give it back HERE!
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Broken bonds
Paring: Ser Harwin Strong x Targ OC
Warnings: Mentions of blood
3.01
“This is my favorite part,” Harwin says, between kissing your neck. “I love it when you start to swell, and everyone can see you are carrying my child.”
You turn your head to capture Harwin’s lips with your own. You’d recently found out you were pregnant with your fourth child, and although you were delighted, you hadn’t thrown a feast to celebrate like your previous pregnancies, as it didn’t seem right. Days before the maester confirmed you were with a child, Ser Richard, Rhaenyra’s lover, suddenly died, leaving her utterly devastated. You had flown back and forth between Dragonstone and the red keep to try and comfort her, especially since she was pregnant with her third child, but no amount of sweet gestures or kind words would bring him back.
“I’ve got a gift for you,” Harwin takes your hand and leads you towards your bedchamber. He chuckles, seeing the mischievous look on your face. “That’s not what I was planning on giving you, but I could most certainly—”
You swat at his chest playfully. “I’ll hold you to that.”
When you enter the bedroom, you notice two beautiful sky blue dresses laying across the bed. The material was soft and had loose layers so that it would accommodate your growing bump. Harwin hugs you from behind; he kisses your cheek. “I know you want to feel close to your mother, and I thought wearing her house colors might help.”
Your eyes become glossy. “Thank you.”
The peacefulness of the moment is abruptly interrupted when one of your ladies-in-wait knocks on the door and then enters; her face is flushed red. “Forgive the intrusive princess, Ser, but there has been an incident during the children’s lessons today, and the maester said I was to inform you at once.”
Harwin is still behind you. “Was anybody hurt?”
She nods hesitantly, “The princess and prince's are fine, but a dragon keeper has been injured.”
Harwin starts to ask more questions, but you immediately know which son is behind whatever transpired. “Where is Vaegon?”
“In his chambers, princess.”
“Thank you,” you shake your head and go to leave, but a knight appears at the doorway before you have the chance to leave, “Ser Cartel.”
“Princess,” he greets. “Word has just arrived from the Red Keep that Princess Rhaenyra has gone into labor.”
—
“Unless you are accompanied by myself, your father, or you are attending a lesson, you are no longer permitted in the dragonpit.”
“You flew on Varos much younger than I am.”
You shake your head and say, “This isn’t about your age, Vaegon. You are my son; it’s my job to keep you safe, and until you can assure us you won’t do anything reckless like that again, you will lose some privileges.”
You were changing into something more suitable for dragon riding while your son continued to do anything but explain everything that happened. “I didn’t say it,” he says. “Nightmare thought she was protecting me. I told her to stop, but it was too late. I didn’t mean for anyone to be hurt!”
“We know,” Harwin says calmly. “But that still doesn’t explain why you disrespect the maester by sneaking out of your lesson.”
Vaegon excused himself to go to the bathroom during his history lesson and made his way to the dragonpit. One of the dragon keepers had spotted Vaegon climbing upon his dragon, and when he attempted to bring him down, Nightmare burned him. Luckily, the dragonkeeper managed to jump out of the way, and only the back of his hand was badly burned. You, Harwin, and your son all apologized to the keeper. The maester assured you the man’s hand would heal, but it did nothing to help with the feeling of guilt.
Once you’ve finished buttoning your jacket, which was threatening to pop, you go to where your son is sitting and smooth his hair out of his face. “Remember what your grandsire told you? The idea that we control our dragons is just an illusion, and we must always remember that. Not only for our own safety, but others as well.”
Vaegon says nothing. Since the day he could walk, he had been getting himself into mischief, but something has changed recently. He was frustrated a lot of the time, and even now you can see the rage on his face. Vaegon was an exceptional dragon rider for only being ten years old, but he often failed to see the danger he was putting himself in.
“Muña?”
You turn to the doorway to see Aerion and Ada, and as soon as your daughter spots her father, she lets go of her brother's hand and skips over to him, and Harwin lifts her up, causing her to giggle. You smile at Aerion. “Yes, SweetPea?”
“Can I travel with you to the keep?”
“Of course, we will be leaving soon.”
“Thank you,” Aerion says, running off to his room to get changed.
Before the question leaves Vaegon's mouth Harwin answers it, “No, you will be traveling with me and Ada by boat. And you are going to attend the rest of your history lesson and apologize to the maester before we leave.”
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You ignore Ser Criston’s presence as you barge into the queen's quarters, holding onto Aerion’s hand. The first person you see is your brother-in-law, Ser Laenor, who was holding a newborn boy in his arms. Laenor had deeply disappointed you by allowing your sister to be treated so atrociously. Then your eyes land on the queen herself.
“How lovely to see you, princess,” Alicent says sarcastically. “And you too, Prince Aaron.”
Your son looks up at you confused, almost as if he’s trying to process why Alicent called him the wrong name.
“Sweetling, go say hello to Ser Laenor and the baby.” When Aerion goes over to them, you glare at Alicent. “What is the meaning of this? My sister should be resting after her labor.”
“I did insist the princess should be resting.”
“Before or after you demanded her newborn be brought to you? What kind of queen abuses their power by taking a babe from their mother?” You don’t even attempt to hide the venom in your voice.
As soon as you arrived at the keep, you were informed that your sister had only given birth less than an hour before, and the queen summoned the baby to be brought straight to her. And not wanting to be away from her child, Rhaenyra walked through the castle carrying her newborn. You kneel beside your sister, who looked exhausted, and kiss the back of her hand. “I’m so proud of you.”
“I’m glad you are here,” she says weakly.
“There she is, Vaella, my girl,” your father says happily when he enters the room. He greets you by kissing both cheeks. “I’m glad to have both my daughters under the same roof again.”
You notice your father's left arm is amputated up to his elbow, something Rhaenyra had failed to mention in any of her ravens you’d received recently. You smile at him and say, “I’ve missed you, father.”
“Rhaenyra has done us proud; he will be fine knight, I believe.” Seeing the way he smiles at your sister warms your heart. He rubs at the back of Aerion’s head and asks, "Are the rest of my grandchildren coming over?”
“Yes, Harwin will be bringing them over by boat.”
Laenor stands beside you and hands you the tiny baby. “This is Joffrey.”
You lock eyes with Rhaenyra, and you can tell she’s dissatisfied with the name choice. “He is precious.”
“That he is,” Laenor says, staring at the baby with so much love in his eyes. “I believe the princess has exhausted herself heroically.”
He helps your sister stand up, and you follow them with Aerion closely by your side. When you step into the hallway, Rhaenyra informs you that Jace and Luke needed to be informed that they had a new sibling. “I’ll go,” you offer. “Do you want to come to the dragonpit, SweetPea?”
“I’d like to stay with Auntie Rhaenyra and the baby, if that’s okay.”
Rhaenyra ruffles his hair. “Of course, sweet boy. Now, tell me all about your dragon; your mother told me you flew him for the first time last week.”
You watch, concerned, as they walk away. Your sister was putting on a brave face, but the trail of blood coming from her told a different story.
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The Realm’s Princess- Harwin Strong
summary: Alyssa Targaryen, youngest daughter of Aemma and Viserys, lives a peculiar life
warnings: super long intro, wanted to give some back story to my OC :) I was really going to try to power through and make this one part, but it’s not happening
Alyssa Targaryen, the second daughter of Aemma and Viserys, was a surprise and a blessing for the then family of three. Aemma had spent 9 moons hoping for a boy, only to deliver a still born. As the woman had laid in bed, the midwives and her sisters trying to comfort her, the blonde had felt the labor pains again. Shortly there after, a pink and squawling newborn girl made her demands for attention known.
Rhaneyra was obsessed with her little sister. The oldest daughter was the realm’s delight, but Alyssa became the realm’s princess. Many small folk over the years would see the form of Veraxion, the bright white dragon who had been born from Alyssa’s cradle, and smile at the thought of the Princess on it’s back.
Alyssa made herself accessible to the people of King’s Landing. At the age on ten and one, the young lady was sneaking out of the keep to visit Flea Bottom. She would bring her allowance and shop the stalls before heading to the orphanages to spend the rest of her time and deliver the rest of her change.
(The girl would never need to know that her dramatic uncle followed her on every excursion, to ensure the little ones safety).
The people of the keep were hard pressed to find any issue with the youngest Princess. She always attended her studies, she was very kind to all of the workers in the keep. She was able to keep her Father and Uncle from killing each other with a look, and was able to bring her sister back down to earth when she found herself longing for freedom.
Aemma and Balerion’s death had taken a toll on young Alyssa. She had barely left her quarters, no matter how many times her sister begged it of her. She joined her father and sister for dinner when ordered, but the woman she spent most of her time with was her cousin Rhaenys.
It was the woman’s gentle but stern guidance that had Alyssa slowly returning to her normal self. Alyssa began to spend her time in the gardens once again, reading with her sister and a few ladies in waiting. The first time she trekked back into the city, was when Viserys had summoned his youngest to tell her about his upcoming marriage to Alicent Hightower.
Viserys wasn’t sure how he expected his daughter to take the news, but laughing in his face was not it. Alyssa, despite her kindness, had spent years hearing her uncle, Rhaenys and Corlys speak of the detrimental effect Otto Hightower’s influence would have on the King’s reign, and this was the biggest indicator yet.
Alyssa had been able to shake off Viserys, and then practically ran to visit Flea Bottom. As her father and one of her friends planned their wedding, her sister pouted, and her Uncle used his exile to participate in a war, Alyssa spent her time with the small folk once more. She used her father’s desire for a big happy family to ask for extra money to disperse among the people of King’s Landing, continuing through his wedding and the birth of his son, her brother Aegon.
For Rhaenyra, the current heir to the Iron Throne, the birth of their brother was one of the hardest moments of her life. While the older sister worried about succession, Alyssa found herself worried about her half-brother when she saw the way the newborn was thrust onto nurse maids, Allicent rarely with the young boy. So Alyssa found herself breaking into her brother’s nursery, sitting and reading with the boy in High Valyrian, and playing with him.
She had even been the one to drag her father to the Dragon Pit to pick out an egg for Aegon. By the time Allicent came around, Aegon was as obsessed with Alyssa as the rest of the realm was. Alyssa had been the one to take over planning the boy’s name day, even convincing Rhaneyra to spend time with their younger brother, to not see him as her competition, but as her family.
“Look at us, all together,” Viserys looked around the wheel house, Alyssa and Rhaneyra on one side with Aegon in the former’s lap, with his pregnant wife next to him, ignoring the other three.
“Should you be travelling in such condition?” Rhaneyra questioned Allicent as the auburn haired woman winced as they carriage went over some bumps.
“The Maester said fresh air will do me good,” the girl grimaced.
“Soon you two will be with your own children,” Viserys looked at his girls with pride. “And make me a proud Grandsire.”
Alyssa sighed as she felt Rhaneyra tense up next to her, Allicent talking about how easy having children was as the mid wives exchanged looks and gazed at Aegon who was more comfortable with his older sisters than his mother.
“You should ride out with me, join the hunt,” Viserys tried to invite his oldest, Rhaneyra quickly declining.
“It’s a hunt,” he sighed. “How would the two of you like to participate?”
“I shall hold onto Aegon I think,” Alyssa smiled, trying to break up the tension. “Someone will need to make sure no one kills themselves while you men go out and play.”
Viserys’ smile quickly turned to a frown as Rhaenyra asked why she should have to participate. Alyssa rubbed her sleeping brother’s back as the two Targaryen’s shouted, sighing as she felt the carriage slow as they approached the area chosen to celebrate Aegon’s name day.
Her father and Alicent exited first, while Alyssa waved off the wet nurse offering to take Aegon. With her brother sleepily blinking on her hip, the blonde reached down to grab up her skirts as she approached the steps. Her personal Kingsguard Ser Rodd began to approach the wheelhouse to offer her his hand, but he was blocked by a broad back.
“My Lady,” a deep voice interrupted Alyssa’s concentration, her eyes darting up to meet a pair of brown eyes shining with mischief. “May I?” Ser Harwin Strong offered the Princess his hand, which she accepted with a smile. He even grabbed up some of the spare fabric of her skirts to ensure she did not trip.
“Thank you Ser,” Alyssa bowed her head. “I think I would have never lived it down if I had fallen and made a fool of myself.”
“No one would ever think you a fool, Princess,” Harwin smiled as he escorted the woman to where her father was waiting, both their siblings staring at them in intrigue. “I hope to be able to see you later during the hunt, my Princess,” Harwin nodded with a grin, strutting off as Alyssa blushed and turned to offer Aegon to their father.
Alyssa and Rhaenyra entered the tent, Alyssa heading to a seated circle of ladies and Rhaenyra meandering around the area. Alyssa listened half heartedly to the gossiping women sitting with her and Alicent, but looked up when she heard heavy foot falls approach.
“Ah, Larys,” Alyssa smiled, beckoning the man over. The two of them were the most frequent visitors of the Red Keep’s many libraries, and had found themselves debating many topics over the time the man had joined his father at court. “Please sit,” she gestured to a chair, introducing the women to the youngest Strong lord.
The ladies continued on talking about the Stepstones, the women turning to Rhaneyra as she came through the curtains.
“Your Uncle is the brain behind this war, is he not?” Lady Ceira Lannister needled Rhaenyra, the young woman clearly uncomfortable.
“My Uncle and I have not spoken in years,” Rhaneyra stared at the Lannister woman.
“Since you supplanted him as heir,” Lady Ceira mused.
“Since the King of the Seven Kingdom’s named her his rightful heir,” Alyssa said sharply, Lady Ceira looking to the normally soft spoken Princess in shock. “You should have care of how you speak Lady Lannister.”
Alyssa levied the older woman with a sharp stare, before getting out of her chair and walking out of the tent. The youngest Princess walked her way around the camp, saying hello to the court goers she knew and checking in on the animals who were being prepared for the hunt. She couldn’t deny she felt the penetrating gaze coming from the area the Lord of Harrenhal had settled his house in, meeting Ser Harwin’s gaze more than once before the sight of her sister storming out of the tent caught her attention.
“Rhaneyra?” Alyssa called as she hurried to where her sister was mounting her horse. The girl paid no attention to her sister, galloping off as Alyssa went to climb on her own horse to follow her sister, and then Criston Cole.
“No Princess,” a gruff voice called out as large arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her away from her horse. “You must not.”
“Let me go!” she squirmed for a moment before realizing she would never catch up with them at this point. She huffed and stilled her body, waiting for the arms to release her before turning around with a glare. “Ser Harwin, next time you should just let me go.”
“Ah, but then I would have to give chase,” the man smirked at the glare on her face. “Ser Cole will bring her back, I can assure you.”
Alyssa begrudgingly agreed with him, turning to head back to the tent. “Would you like to join my sisters and I before the evening meal?” Harwin called out as she retreated. She stopped in her tracks, thinking it over before turning around.
“Let me see if my brother is awake,” she smiled at the heir to Harrenhal as he grinned back, heading back to his own tent. Aegon was in fact sitting up silently in his crib, almost waiting for her. After grabbing a blanket in case he got cold, the Princess carried her brother back to the camp site where she joined Harwin, his sisters Shaena and Jane, and Larys.
Alyssa mostly observed the family as she sat there for the next few hours. The girls cooed over the Prince of course, and the Princess asked the girls how they were finding life in the Red Keep. Knowing how hard it was to grow up as a woman in the castle, Alyssa made a note to spend more time with the Strong girls as the evening approached.
After returning her brother to the wet nurses, Alyssa decided to not spend her evening alone at the head table, and returned to feast with the Strong house. Lord Lyonel had joined them for the evening meal, finding himself very pleased that the Princess was showing his girls attention he knew that were lacking. Alyssa ignored the drama she could see her father participating in between Jason Lannister and Otto Hightower lurking, immersing herself in the stories the girls were telling her of their older brothers, both of whom denied every tale.
The camp woke slowly the next morning, the King riding out with many of the men to hunt. Alyssa broke her fast with Aegon and Alicent, the two women sitting silently, the only noises being Aegon’s babbles. After eating she made her way back out of the tent and was pleased to see Shaena and Jane sitting outside with books open. The Princess headed over, asking if she could join them.
As Larys and Harwin joined them, the girls became entranced as Alyssa told stories of her adventures with Veraxion. Harwin found himself smiling as he listened to the girl wax poetic about her dragon, skinning a rabbit he had caught earlier in the day. The girls all looked up as they noticed the camp go quiet, staring at the blood covered Rhaneyra walking through the camp. Alyssa said a hurried goodbye to the Strong children, chasing after her sister to help her clean up and get the story of her night before they returned to the keep.
Alyssa was shocked to be summoned to the Small Council chambers the next morning. “Good morning father,” she greeted as Ser Harrold admitted her into the room, before closing the door with Ser Rodd by his side.
“Good morning my sweet,” Viserys smiled as Alyssa kissed his cheek before settling into the chair at his side. “I wanted to tell you, your sister is to go on a tour of Westeros these next months to search for a betrothal match.”
“Ah, good,” Alyssa nodded. Her sister would feel much better about a marriage if she had a say. “Would you ask me to go with her?”
“Not this time,” her father shook his head. “I want you to do your own searching for a match.” Alyssa nodded in agreement. It’s not like she did not know she would have to be married soon enough. “And while your sister is gone, I had hoped you would be able to help the Small Council on a matter.”
“Me?” Alyssa asked in surprise. “I would of course be honored. How can I help the council?”
“It has been brought to our attention the issues in Flea Bottom are not getting better,” Viserys sighed. “It has also come to my attention, that you may have some, let us say, insights, over what may be the most helpful to the people.”
Alyssa blushed at the knowledge that her father had clearly been told about her trips to the city. “I would like you to meet with the leaders in Flea Bottom, and find out where we can be the best help. We are prepared to supply money, grain, wool, and can talk about other supplies if needed.”
“You will be sending me to Flea Bottom?” Alyssa asked in shock.
“Only occasionally,” Viserys smiled. “I would like you to take some of your meetings here, so the people can see the crown supports this endeavor. But when you do go to Flea Bottom, you will have an escort.”
“And I assume you have someone in mind if not Ser Rodd?” Alyssa eyed her fathers smirk.
“Yes,” he nodded to the cup bearer who headed to the door. Alyssa had to hold back her grin as the man was admitted.
“Ser Harwin Strong is to be our newest member of the City Guard,” Viserys looked between the two of them. “While he will be your protector on these trips, my hope is he will be able to learn more about the city and how best to keep it safe.”
“An admirable mission,” Alyssa smiled softly, her grin widening as Harwin winked at her across the table.
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coaxed you into paradise
Chapter Five: The Doting Husband
Description: Saera Targaryen was her father's forgotten daughter. Years following her marriage with Ser Harwin Strong, she catches him in an affair with her sister and seeks solace in the arms of her uncle. Not realizing that the consequence of their affair is just as dire as her sister's.
Warning: Smut
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Time Jump : 6 months
HARWIN PLACES A HAND ON HER SWOLLEN BELLY, and she places her book down on the bed beside her. He's been a doting husband ever since the start of her pregnancy, he even stopped talking to Rhaenyra although she doubts that the deal would hold out that long.
"Are they lonely up there? Should I give them company?" Harwin jokes and she playfully rolls her eyes. For a man who acted polite in public, he was worse than Mushroom behind closed doors. "The servants are just a wall away," she scolds as she continued to rub circles on her stomach.
Harwin smiles at her and kisses her forehead. "Now I understand why they always say that pregnant woman glow," he remarked and she chuckles lightly. "Really?" she questioned as he hums and rests his head on her shoulders.
The door opens wide and a servant steps in. "Yes?" Harwin raises his head while the servant looks down. "My lord, my lady. Princess Rhaenyra has just announced her second pregnancy — his majesty requests for your appearance." the servant announces and Saera's hands quickly turned into fists.
Of course, it was stupid to think that Harwin would take his hands off her.
Saera looks at Harwin to see him frowning. He was worried for Nyra, worried for the mother of his children. "I suppose we should leave immediately," he stands up and dusts his clothes and she bites back a scowl. "Surely we can stay, it's not like they worry about us" she tries to argue as he shoots her down with a look.
"If we stay then we'll risk offending Rhaenyra," he defended his choices and she raises her eyebrows. "Rhaenyra? I was not aware that you and my sister were that close." she spat thinking about the possible paternity of Rhaenyra's children.
He takes a deep breath, "I apologize, I shouldn't have referred to her that way but my point still stands. We need to keep up with your family." he corrects and she rolls her eyes.
He offers her a hand and she declines it — instead standing up on her own. Only to be shot down with pain in her lower abdomen. "Ahh" she clutches her stomach as she begins to feel water trickle down her thighs.
"What is going on?" he asks as she gently hits his shoulders. "It's happening — ouch!" she panics lightly as he runs towards the hallway and calls a few of her servants to help. Her maid, Syclla quickly bolts towards her lady and begins calming her down.
Harwin walks towards his wife and a handful of the servants try and push him out of the room. "Call Daemon and Laena, I need them!" she orders as she throws a goblet on Syclla's direction.
"Is she going to be alright?" she could hear Harwin yell from the outside. They place her on the bed, and she could now feel the other effects of giving birth. "Don't tire yourself my lady, we still can't see the head. You can start pushing once we do," Syclla explains as she presses her hands in her forehead.
"Call the maester! Goddammit!" Saera yells as the servants exchange worried gazes. There was something foreign about their lady's anger — as if it stemmed from a place of unholyness.
DAEMON WALKS TOWARDS SAERA'S CHAMBERS, chuckling as he sees all the servants come out with worried expressions. "She asked for me?" he asked loudly, hoping that Harwin would hear him. "You and Lady Laena, my prince." the servant corrected as she opened the door to the room.
There laid Princess Saera whose entire bed was filled with blood. But she didn't look any better, her skin was paler and she looked afraid. "Uncle," she reaches for him as he entwines his hands with hers.
"And you're good husband, why is he not here?" he interrogates as she chuckles weakly, "They would not let him in." she replies as she tries to defend for his honor as they both stare at the midwife. "He was not outside my lady, he told us that he'll be joining the festivities for Princess Rhaenyra's pregnancy." the midwife replied plainly as Daemon lets out a hearty chuckle.
In the war for Saera's heart — Daemon has proclaimed himself the winner.
"Would you wish for me to call him, my lady?" Syclla offers as she declines. "There is no use asking for someone who doesn't wish to be here." she rolls her eyes as her grip on Daemon tightened.
She wasn't expecting to be holding the hands of her lover while giving birth to his child. But it couldn't turn out any better. She'd rather have him here, then have Harwin.
He gives her an antagonizing smile, and presses his forehead on hers. "You're going to do a wonderful job," he comforts as she bit the insides of her cheeks. "I'm scared," she admits as the maid hands her a mixture of milk of the poppy.
Daemon hums, "It's all going to be fine." he repeats trying to resist the urge of kissing her face. "I'll be here." he added while he offers her another rare smile.
ANOTHER SCREAM ESCAPED FROM SAERA'S LIPS, as a child's cry pierced the silent halls. The Maester lifts it up with pride and gives a proud look to the mother, "A boy, my lady. He is healthy and kicks like a donkey." he replies as he wraps the child in cloth and hands it to her.
She smiles, and exchanges a glance with Daemon. Her son was a real Targaryen — his hair was white, and his eyes were purple. Unlike Rhaenyra's son. "Have you thought of—" the maester gets cut off by Saera tapping him and handing the boy to her uncle.
"Something still hurts," she informs as Syclla looks underneath her skirts. "There's still another child!" she exclaims as the midwife quickly runs to deliver the second child.
Daemon frowns, and glares at the maester. "You couldn't have anticipated this sooner!?" he complains as he tries to rock his son into deep sleep. The Maester was an incompetent broad who was responsible for the death of The Late Queen Aemma — Daemon wouldn't have the same thing done to her daughters.
"I apologize my prince," he apologizes as Saera's grip on the sheets tightened. And after a scream, the cry of a child could be heard radiating in the same manner that their brother did.
Saera looks at the midwife as she hands the second child to her. "A daughter, my princess." she informs and Saera smiles and looks at Daemon once more.
"Have you chosen names, my princess?" the maester asks and she nods, staring at her oldest son. "Daegon and Alyssa," she breathed out and Daemon smiles. "Alyssa, after my mother." he added and she smiles. "She will be as perfect and kind," she commented as he leans down to stare at his daughter.
Alyssa was the perfect copy of Saera. They had the same face, and there was no doubt in his heart that the children were his. "They are beautiful," he smiles as he presses a kiss on Daegon's forehead.
As if on cue, Harwin and Laena barge inside of the room. "Saera," Harwin walks towards them as Laena stands beside her husband. "A boy and a girl," Daemon announces coldly and Laena smiles at the couple. "Congratulations, Lady and Lord Strong!" she greets and Saera returns her kind smile.
She rocks Alyssa and hands her to Laena. "They truly have the blood of the dragon in them," Laena comments as she looks at The Twin's face. "Did you name them?" Harwin asks and Saera nods. "Daegon and Alyssa," she replies as his face quickly turns sour.
"You couldn't have waited for me?" he remarked sarcastically as she rolled her eyes. "Where were you?" she questioned and he scoffs. "I was doing our duties," he explains which earns him scoff from his wife.
Harwin stares at Daemon and offers his hands, "Right," Daemon mutters as he hands the little son to him. "That is Daegon, he looks just like Daemon." she chuckles as she stares into his face.
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oops another oc :: rosella lannister in castles crumbling
( hotd s1 - ?? )
The only daughter to a Great House, Rosella Lannister knew her duty better than most. She adhered to it, even if it killed her, and when Jason decided to foster her in King's Landing, she followed her brother's orders without so much as a word out of turn.
But Rosella Lannister was also a lioness.
Proud, ambitious, refusing to go quietly.
It what separates her from the sheep, her father once said. And as she befriends the Crown Princess and the Hand's Daughter, she learns things she never could at the Rock, hiding her fangs behind coy laughter and soft smiles.
Alicent, Rosella, and Rhaenyra.
Three girls who grow into women faster than any of them wish for, turning into three women at the center of devastation and destruction.
A dragon clothed in black.
A tower alight with green flame.
A lioness in sheep's clothing.
Black. Green. Gold.
They dance a waltz around each other, watching as castles crumble, friendship wither and die, a dynasty brought to ruins to the symphony of girlish laughter and women's tears.
And Westeros will never be the same.
@kingsmakers she's HEREEEEEEE!
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》 Strong and Rose 《
Celebrations were held for the news you gave to your House that day. Your husband looked very happy and proud that day. Harwin was very happy to have a child with you again. Your marriage was blessed with three sons and three daughters. Many ladies were jealous of you for having a good husband and healthy children. Frankly, you wouldn't hesitate to admit it if it wasn't for your husband's obsession. You didn't forget how many men were seriously injured because of looking at you, talking or getting too close to you. Thanks to your requests that day, Harwin took you for a tour of the city. When you met Princess Rhaenyra, she looked at you and especially your belly with a jealous and longing look. Before you were married, you knew the Princess wanted Harwin. But your husband has always been loyal to you from the day he got married. Have you ever wondered if the Princess would still want him if she knew of your husband's obsessive behavior?
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