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thebadboyfanclub · 1 year

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Look At Me, Princess (Harwin x Reader)

This was a really nice spin off since I wanted to write about Rhaenyras aunt and someone that Rhaenyra could have a close bond with also having Harwin as your love interest is always a plus

There’s one person princess (y/n) Targaryen loved more than her family and children and that was her dearest niece, Rhaenyra Targaryen who looked up to her aunt ever since she was a toddler, Rhaenyra had formed a bond with the youngest sister of Viserys like no other, mayhaps because (y/n) was only 10 when the princess was born so (y/n) plus understand the struggles she was going through better than anyone since they were still fresh in her mind.

No matter the reason Rhaenyra felt most comfortable in the presence of “the people's princess”, (y/n) was an interesting character, it seemed like she had the best features of both of her brothers, she was fair and optimistic like Viserys but also adventurous and outspoken like Daemon, both of her brothers spoiled her rotten, no harm would come to her if they had something to do with it, it only took for a simple mist of tears to well up in her eyes for Viserys to fill her hands with gifts and Daemon to roll heads.

“You look beautiful Rhaenyra”

“Thank you, I was going to say the same for you, I see you have not held back on the jewelry”

“It is my name-day, the tourney is held in my job honor, and as my dear brother says “it is an opportunity to gather an established suitor” so, in my opinion, it is just enough, besides, I was never known for my subtle taste”

Rhaenyra giggled at the answer of her aunt, (y/n) was one of the most luxurious women Rhaenyra has ever laid eyes upon, ever since she could remember her aunt was dressed in the finest of dresses with the most intricate patterns, and her neck was decorated by rubies and pearls as were her earlobes, she would bathe in goat milk and rub rose oil on her to keep her skin looking youthful.

Her dress was in Targaryen red with golden details sewn all over it, Rhaenyra wondered how long did it take to create this dress to be worn by the most beautiful woman in the seven kingdoms who remained unmarried, Viserys had begged her to marry but she refused any man that asked for her hand, all of them wanted to lay with a Targaryen, the sense of power excited them none would even spare her a look of it wasn’t for her name.

“I must thank the knights that decided to partake in this tourney held by my beloved brother and your king for my name day, I am honored to feel such warmth from you on this special day, I shall keep this brief since I believe no one came to listen to me but to watch the men in action, let the games begin”

Everyone clapped as (y/n) sat back down and winked at her niece who was smiling brightly, poor little thing had yet to adapt after the second wedding of her father, and to her best friend at that, Rhaenyra leaned on (y/n) more than ever and (y/n) was right there to offer a shoulder and an ear, she knew the pain of living without a mother very well.

“I ask the favor from the woman of the hour, princess (y/n) Targaryen, the heart of the realm”

(Y/n) had done her best to keep the peace within the small folk, but the starving masses had torn her heart open, she talked her brother's ear off to offering food and water in the flea bottom and paid for the orphanage to be fixed and in proper condition, that is where “the heart of the realm” name came from.

(Y/n) rose from her seat with a flower crown in hand and stopped in front of the stand, she leaned enough for the flower crown to slide down the spear of the strongest man the Seven Kingdoms could offer, Ser Harwin “Breakbones” Strong who waited patiently for the princess that was smiling as bright as the sun.

“I wish you good fortune and thank you for the kind words Ser Harwin”

“You honor me, princess”

He replied before he commanded his horse to the other side, (y/n) was supposed to walk away as well and sit back in her seat, surprisingly she remained still, her eyes following the Commander of the city watch until he charged at his opponent who to no one’s surprise loss against the knight dressed in blue armor.

(Y/n) smiled and clapped for him only for Ser Harwin to bow his head in gratitude, after that, she went back to sit next to Rhaenyra, the young niece had a playful smirk on her lips.

“Ser Harwin is a very handsome young man”

“Indeed he is”

“And Strong, who else would be better suited for a dragon?”

“You are rushing my dear, where is the fun in marrying Ser Harwin just because he asked for my favor? Things like this shine better with time”

“Princess (y/n) Targaryen with her brother Prince Daemon Targaryen”

(Y/n) and Daemon walked into the room side by side, no one knew where to focus, to the luxurious princess or the rogue prince who made his first appearance after his wedding was recently dissolved.

(Y/n) was the one to inform her brother about the feast, she was aware of the feelings Rhaenyra had developed for her older brother so she thought it would be a good gift to her niece.

“Congratulations my sweet Nyra, may the mother bless this wedlock with a plethora of children”

(Y/n) spoke before she got up the steps and hugged her niece, the kiss she placed on Rhaenyra's forehead reminded Daemon and Viserys of their mother Alyssa, even though (y/n) had never met her she would still mirror their late mother in so many aspects of her life.

“Thank you, aunt, mayhaps you are next”

“That is a possibility your father would adore”

“I wish for you to have a husband by your side is that so bad?”

“No brother I was just jesting, let us enjoy this night”

(Y/n) took her appointed seat next to her brother Daemon who sulked in his chair and stared daggers into anyone he laid eyes upon, (y/n) wondered what life would be like if she was Daemon or Viserys, she loved them both and would give her life for them but she had to recognize the privilege of being born a male, a prince at that, one had a target on his back for killing his wife and the other sacrificed his love for a babe that did not survive and is now married to a much younger lady.

Would she suffer the fate of Aemma as well? Or mayhaps marry someone she is not interested in out of duty like her niece? Her thoughts were interrupted by a young man dressed with the sigil of a lion bowed before her.

“Princess, my name is Gregory Lannister, brother of Jason Lannister”

“Pleasure to meet you, my lord, to what do I owe this introduction?”

“I was hoping you would accompany me for a dance”

“The princess will-“

“Be delighted, thank you, my lord”

She interrupted her brother who was ready to attack the young man. It was time for (y/n) to face the music, she is not getting any younger and as a princess, there was not much that she could do but marry, she had managed to slip through the cracks for so long though she could not always run away from it.

The Lannister lord seemed delighted and offered his hand for her to take, his touch was soft and gentle, he guided her to the middle of the crowd, and with a curtsy, they followed the music for the custom dance.

“How does it feel to see your niece be wed?”

“It is a wonderful day for my lovely Rhaenyra, lord Laenor will be a great king Consort for her”

“He is an honorable choice that is true, is that what marriage is for you as well”

“Wedlock is an oath given to the gods, to trust and to hold, it is a sacred act that I hope I will experience myself”

“I am certain you had your chance with multiple suitors would I be overstepping if I asked why have you chosen to stay a maiden?”

“As mentioned I believe marriage is sacred, call me insane for wanting to find a man that I enjoy being around and not just a man that appears to be a match for the realm”

As the two of them grew into a discussion (y/n) did not have the mind to notice a man that gawked at her like a hawk, Ser Harwin Strong had followed her with his gaze and had yet to pull away from her, his hands turned into fists as he saw the man’s eyes shifted down from her face and to her cleavage.

Gregory cared nothing for (y/n) nor her personality, it was all a mediocre act to get his hands at the pot of gold which was befitting behavior of a Lannister Lord.

“You are letting your true self show son”

“I am just guarding the princess”

“You can fool anyone but not me”

Harwin did not respond to his father, he had nothing to say that could prove to his father that he did not have a soft spot for the lady that was spinning around and her dress taking most of the space on the floor, she was perfect to him, a woman that anyone would be lucky to have so he couldn’t help but wonder why was she dancing with a man that was beneath her? He wasn’t clever nor strong nor did he have anything that could help his courting with her besides the Lannister sigil.

No one could have guessed what was coming next, a blood-curling scream went through everyone’s eardrums as the crowd became one mesh, in a blink of an eye Harwin lost sight of the princess, baffled he started shoving people out of the way in hopes to see her, knights were throwing commands as the people screamed and ran for their lives.

(Y/n) attempted to move out of the circle only to be met with someone’s back which caused her to fall back and hit her head on a piece of wooden furniture, the impact on her head was enough to bring her into a sense of lightheadedness, Gregory lifted her by her waist and pretty much carried her outside until they were secluded to a more private and dim lighted area, (y/n) blinked profusely to clear her foggy eyesight but to no avail, her legs felt weak as she had to support herself from Gregory.

“I can’t breathe”

She felt Gregory’s hands go up to the strings of her corset, she was about to thank him for loosening the tight piece of clothing until the corset started to become loose as to expose herself, thankfully she was quick enough to bring her hands up to her chest and keep it there, her mind tried to find an excuse as to Gregory being in shock and not knowing exactly what he was doing.

“My dress”

“It is alright (y/n) we are alone”

“No, my dress is untied”

“I’ll be quick”

(Y/n) finally met his eyes, the eyes that she could not recognize, dark and almost demonic, her hands were occupied with keeping her corset in place to shove him away as she was starting to get squeamish, her stomach turning as she fussed to get away from her.

All she felt was his weight leaving her but she did not count that he was keeping her up, (y/n) slid down and curled into a ball from fear of what was to come, it was at this point that she saw a man towering over Gregory and punching him repeatedly, a part of her felt relieved for the immediate justice of Gregory’s attempt to harm her, her other part trembled about whom it was and who could have seen them.

“Princess”

A voice as soft as silk reached her ears, Harwin strong had knelt to take a good look at her, make sure she was unharmed, he had run out to look for her only to find her in distress whilst the Lannister bastard wanted to defile her, (y/n) flinched when Harwin reached for her and although it hurt him he understood that she probably does not wish to be touched.

“Listen to me princess, in any minute people will start to pass by and if they find you like this they will not ask questions, they will just start whispering, we must take you away to your chambers, can you walk”

“I don’t think so”

“Can I lift you?”

“Please”

“Alyssa be careful”

Harwin heard (y/n) call for their eldest daughter as he entered the hall with a letter in his hand, the scene was heavenly in front of him, his beloved princess sitting on the couch with a fan in her hand to cool herself, her swollen belly was protruding from her dress, it was almost time for her to start her labor for their fourth child, their two older children, Alyssa and Alamea running around in mischievous nature chasing one another around and the third Arran was only two years old was sitting down next to his mother playing with his toys.

All of them had inherited their father's hair, dark brown curls, only little details telling of their Targaryen ancestors, Alyssa had her grandmother's eyes, Alamea had a few strings of blonde hair and little Arran had lavender hues, (y/n) never complained, she enjoyed the fact that she could see her lovely knight in their children.

“How are you feeling my dear?”

“I’m burning up but that’s nothing new”

Harwin sat next to her, contemplating how to go about this, his hand found her belly to caress it lovingly, the last thing he needed was to cause any complications with the news that he must share with her, he had done his best to shield his family from the outside world, brought them to harrenhal to maintain a peaceful life away from the menaces that lurked at court, his offspring should never be taint by the monstrosities that found a home in the red keep.

“A raven came from Dragonstone”

He simply informed as he passed the piece of paper to her, (y/n) who was clueless as to what it said grabbed it with excitement, wanting to read news of her family.

“My beloved aunt,

I write to you with great grief to announce to you that my father, your brother, Viserys has passed.

Unfortunately, this letter is not just to inform you over the kings passing, it is to ask for you and your family to come to my aid as I go against my brother Aegon who has usurped me and was crowned in front of the masses, claiming that he is the rightful heir due to his gender.

Please, I beg you for your love and guidance, in return I offer you the position of being the hand of the queen and your husband to be the commander of the queens guard, I need you by my side as you have always been the light of hope at my darkest of moments.

Love,

Rhae Rhae”

Tears welled up in her eyes as her hands trembled over what she was reading, her eldest brother was gone and before his body grew cold the Hightowers declared war on her Rhaenyra, Harwin took the princess in his arms as the tears escaped and sobs took over her body, he hated seeing her like this, he had done his best to keep her happy and now the pain of losing one of the few members of her immediate family engulfed her to such a degree that he saw just her younger self clinging on to her brother for dear life.

Even though (y/n) had created a family of her own, Viserys was someone she adored, her kindhearted brother, (y/n) dug her nails on top of Harwin back out of desperation as he was the one that she could always snatch upon and feel some level of safety, the man that always stood in front of her and took all the pain just so she can be out of harm's way, now that meant that he endured her nails piercing through his skin in an attempt to bring her some type of comfort.

“I must go to her”

“You cannot travel my love, what of our children?”

“You are right I suppose, I am sorry”

“Magdalena take the children elsewhere”

“I want to stay with momma”

Alyssa complained, (y/n) was in shambles and she had every right to be but Harwin wanted to spare them from witnessing such a tragic scene of their mother being miserable.

Once the children were out of sight (y/n) wiped away her tears and her eyes bounced from one thing to another since they refused to focus because her mind was scattered with thoughts that came all at once, a headache was surely soon to follow.

“Look at me, princess”

Harwin's voice was low and endearing, he pulled her out of her delirium the minute her eyes found his deep blue hues, oh those bewitching eyes that held a tremendous amount of admiration for his lady wife, his princess, Harwin took one deep breath through his nose and then out the mouth, (y/n) followed as Harwin wanted to slow down her heart and breathing, soothe her enough so they can plan together.

“Harrenhall shall declare for Rhaenyra, once I give birth we will ride for dragonstone”

“Alyssa is young she cannot go through a war”

“We can take them to Lys, we have friends there”

“If you become the queens' hand and I go as a commander it means we risk our lives”

“I cannot leave her”

“Harrenhall will declare for Rhaenyra, we will send an army to her and bend the knee to her, I give you my word for that, bullet us enjoy a few days of peace until we decide.”

“Fine but I will send a raven to her”

“I love you, princess”

“I love you more, Ser Harwin break bones”

Harwin leaned to place a gentle kiss on his wife's lips, he feared for what would come next, if she dies there was no reason for him to keep on living, but if he refused her she would end up despising him or try to run away, he had no choice but to bargain with her.

The next morrow Rhaenyra received a raven from Harrenhall, she put everything to a halt in order to read what her aunt was writing, she knew she was asking for too much and the princess that was days away from starting her labours had every right to refuse her or remain cordial.

“My Rhae Rhae,

I grieve for my brother, I will forever hold the moments I had with him near my heart, and with utmost love, I also know he is probably cursing at his son from the other side over this treacherous crime.

I also of you to understand that I wish to stay at Harrenhall until I give birth, in a few morrows time my children will go to Lys for sanctuary, I want them away from any type of war.

My husband and I will be by your side, as we only recognize the firstborn daughter Rhaenyra Targaryen as the true heir to the iron throne.

My flesh and blood, my strong niece, you will have your throne and crown.

I love you

(Y/n)”

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thebadboyfanclub · 1 year

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I Would Like That (Harwin x Reader)

Another Harwin imagine and this was actually really interesting cause I wanted to write a slow burn with an arranged marriage trope, I hope you like it.

Lady (y/n) Tower was a wonderful match for Harwin, a noble house of the river lands and allies to Harrenhal, his Father Lyonel did not want to discuss it further with Harwin, especially after the whispers amongst the red keep of Harwin's living princess Rhaenyra pregnant, the same that this would bring to house Strong would be fatal.

(Y/n) traveled to Kings landing to meet with her intended, Harwin was wildly disinterested but respectful, it was to his knowledge that the lady did not have a choice in this nor was it her scheme to be ripped away from Princess Rhaenyra.

“May I present the third of my four children, lady (y/n)”

“My lord”

(Y/n)s voice was as light as a feather as she bowed before her future lord husband and good father, Lyonel was impressed, the lady was young and attractive, and she would stand well next to his boy.

(Y/n) took in Harwin for the very first time, the rumors were true he looked quite powerful, he also looked as strong as he was handsome, with curls that fell loosely and deep blue eyes, she immediately pictures little children that inherited his eyes.

Harwin took her hand in his to place a kiss on the back of her palm, some would say it was a good start for the couple, however (y/n) only felt coldness radiating from his lips, he hadn’t said a thing and he did not appear to be excited or even interested.

She shifted from one foot to the other due to the uncomfortable aura that lingered within them, Lyonel waited for a minute to give his son a chance but to no avail.

“You must be tired, the journey is certainly long and we deeply appreciate you for coming all the way here, let us show you to your chamber”

“That sounds lovely”

(Y/n) had a target on her back, to which Harwin hated himself for it, the minute they were married he felt responsible for her, (y/n) is kind, poised, and optimistic, to be around her was like being in the sun, her warmth engulfed you, unfortunately for her a few days after their wedding princess Rhaenyra gave birth to Jacaerys Velaryon, a boy that looked almost identical to Ser Harwin.

One could imagine the embarrassment that ran through her veins when she had to bow before the princess and her husband and congratulate the couple for their heir, still, she smiled fondly at them before she peeked at the child, her hand landed on the top of his head to caress the babe's hair lovingly.

“Congratulations princess, one day I hope to be as lucky as you”

Some say it was a jab to Rhaenyra, others it was a secret pain that bled (y/n)s heart to death, whatever the case may be Harwin felt the urge to do better by her, every time his gaze fell upon her he was constantly reminded of how he was underperforming in his wedlock.

“I have arranged for us to leave when spring comes, harrenhal is lovely this time of year”

“I do not understand”

“We are going to settle to Harrenhal, I will take my place as my father's heir and you will be by my side”

(Y/n) did not respond, she just furrowed her eyebrows as she tried to find the reason behind his new plan, ever since they were wed Harwin had not only been the commander of the city watch, but he was also sworn knight to Princess Rhaenyra, how could he leave everything behind?

Harwin almost sensed the questions that occupied her brain and reached from his chair to grab the hand that was resting on the arm of her chair, Harwin and (y/n) were not usually physical with each other, as much as she would love to be Harwin had never shown that type of intention.

“I haven’t done right by you, it is time for me to treat you a lady Strong deserves to be treated”

(Y/n) smiled as her heartstrings played like the sweetest of harps and the words rested on her mind, it felt like a beacon of hope had finally been lit in her life.

She nodded before she bit her lip to hide her excitement, she could already imagine telling that story to her beloved daughter when she comes of age and must marry, to bestow optimism for what’s to come to her and show her that there is always room for improvement.

Unfortunately, one mustn’t know all the plans that the future holds.

Harwin had gotten into a fight with a commoner while he was on watch and had managed to slice in the belly, along with a pretty heavy wound on his head, his fellow knights had dragged him to his wife, waking up in the hour of the bat to see your husband bleeding and unconscious caused her to go in hysteria, she had woken up the entire castle with her screams and luckily the maester as well.

(Y/n) tended to him for a fortnight, sat by his bed awake, and cleaned his bandages every two hours like clockwork, the damage was not fatal but it was serious and if it got infected the cost would be his life, Harwin would wake up only to be fed by her, soup, water and bread, that was all he was allowed to consume since they had once tried to give him meat and he threw up almost immediately, his stomach could not handle it yet.

“(Y/n)”

“It’s me my love, time for supper”

(Y/n) wrapped her arms around him like the maester had shown her to make it easier for him to sit up, Harwin grunted as he felt his flesh stretched which was an extremely unpleasant sensation alongside how fragile he had become.

“Here, I managed to convince the maester to let us add fish, I know eating the same thing can be boring”

“Nothing can be boring when you are the one that serves it, dear (y/n)”

(Y/n) could already detect the blood rushing to her cheeks as she was blushing, how could she not? Harwin had been in and out of consciousness for days, barely being able to speak, now as he slowly was coming up on his feet and (y/n) could listen to the sweet sound of his voice was a treat by itself, let alone to listen to such lovely compliments.

(Y/n) dipped the spoon on the plate before she blew slightly to cool the substance and then fed it to Harwin, the warmth of the soup brought comfort to him, and the combination of food with (y/n) looking at him with her deer-like eyes as she waited for a reaction was getting his spirits high.

“Oh I remember you, you were right, fish makes it better”

“If you digest it properly maester said that we can also try to help you walk, I was thinking of the gardens since the weather has been generous the past days”

“Not more than you, you have been more than generous to me”

“It is my duty as your wife to tend to you”

“No, it isn’t, you have been ridiculed by the court, you could have despised me and left me for dead”

“Harwin-“

“You endured it all, with grace at that, now you came to my aid and have been nothing but wonderful to me, you are more than I could ever ask for”

“You are not a bad man Harwin, I understand I was not the lady you would have chosen to be your lady wife”

“Indeed, I would not have picked you”

The scrunch of the nose that Harwin saw (y/n) does was enough to help him recognize that (y/n) was also hurting, badly, she thought that she came second and perhaps that stood true when they first met.

(Y/n) was about to feed him another spoonful before Harwin stopped her, once again he grabbed her hand but this time he brought her knuckles up to his lips to place a kiss full of endearment.

“Because I was a blind man that did not see the blessing that is you, I am delighted that my father was smart enough to see the gem that you are. I love you”

Tears came to her eyes as the weight that had kept her from breathing was finally lifted off her chest, she deserved a round of applause for how well she had kept it together for this long, only the Gods know the number of times (y/n) had cried herself to sleep from the unbearable burden of having to wed a man that already had a firstborn bastard and with a princess at that, she kept her spirits high for the sake of her family and to restrain herself from going insane.

“You healed my wounds, I believe it’s time that I heal yours, what do you say?”

“I would like that”

Her voice cracked as the tears ran down her cheeks for Harwin to reach and wipe away, it was hushed but it was enough of a response for Harwin to smile at her, silence fell upon them but as they stared back at one another all that needed to be said was there, to Harwin's hand resting upon hers and the fond grins.

They both experienced the relief of beginning a new chapter as they both held the pen together, their vows coming to fruition as they spiritually became one, accepting one another as someone to love and hold.

As (y/n) kept feeding her husband with the ritual of slightly blowing each spoonful for him slowly but surely the soup vanished from the dish and Harwin felt better than ever, it was perfect timing for his father to walk in.

“How are you today son?”

“Much better, my dear has been taking good care of me”

Lyonel came to a halt at the scene that unfolded before him, (y/n) placed the tray aside and Harwin stretched his arm to find her hips and pull her next to him, making (y/n) yelp from the surprise and plop right next to him.

Lyonel admired his good daughter ever since he met her, she was perfect for Harwin and the way she cared for him and stood by him was admirable, to say the least, now that Harwin had seen to look past his nose and become the man he should have been months ago to her was wonderful news, Lyonel nodded once as a smirk played on his lips.

“I see I am interrupting, I shall leave you to it”

“No, you are not interrupting my lord”

“Father with all due respect I would like to spend some time with my lady wife, in private”

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thebadboyfanclub · 1 year

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I Promise (Harwin x Reader)

This was requested by @ladystrongofharrenhall I am so excited for this it is my first time writing for the gorgeous Ser Harwin, I hope you guys have more requests for this sexy man.

(y/n) was Laenors twin, she was a dutiful lady and was named the heir to driftmark due to her father’s soft spot for her, Corlys and Rhaenys loved all of their children but Corlys saw a bit of himself in (y/n).

“When I held your brother I knew I would die for him, he is my precious boy, but when I held you I took one good look and felt like I would kill for you, my beautiful heir”

He confided in her once when they took a walk down the shore after the declaration of the new heir, (y/n) teared up and hugged her father tightly, she felt like a little girl that attempted to become one with her father.

“I hope that one day I will find a man like you”

“Knowing what you are my dear, that man better be strong”

(Y/n) was always close to her brother, the young twins were attached at the hip since they were babes, refusing to sleep in separate cradles and would even feel each other's pain when the other was hurt, they leaned to one another and would confide to each other about everything.

(Y/n) met Ser Harwin at Laenors wedding feast, such a grim day, from the moment she found out about it she felt a lump form in her throat, she was well aware of her twins' nature and his dear love for Joffrey, to be thrown into a wedding with someone you respect but do not crave at all was a crime to her, especially since they grow up in a household that was booming with love.

“Excuse me, dear cousin, may I dance with Ser Harwin?”

“Of course”

Rhaenyra responded with grace when (y/n) interrupted them. Rhaenyra spared one last smile before she left them to it, (y/n) took a slight curtsy while Ser Harwin took a bow.

“Lady (y/n), it is an honor to be your partner in this dance”

“You are utmost kind Ser Harwin, it is a pity we have not met before”

“I believe you reside on driftmark, I’ve heard it is a spectacular place”

“Indeed, I would love to show you around someday”

“Is that an invite?”

“I am so glad you noticed, I had no other plan about asking you to join me”

(Y/n) and Harwin let out a cheeky laugh at the remark, (y/n) enjoyed his presence, a handsome man that was so pleasant and a knight, he could protect her and keep her safe, maybe (y/n) and Harwin could be the next Corlys and Rhaenys, a love story that generations will swoon over.

Unfortunately, all good things come to an end, Harwin was close to (y/n) when the bloody incident occurred and the crowd started to run everywhere, (y/n)s first instinct was to walk off and look for her brother, naturally, Harwin protective nature swooped in and grabbed her wrist.

“We need to leave”

“I must find Laenor”

“He is a man grown, he will be fine”

“No, I need to see him”

Before she could realize what was happening (y/n) was thrown over Harwin's shoulder and he was running towards the door, at that moment she found a glimpse of her brother, who was trying desperately to pull the soldier off of someone.

Once Harwin felt like they were safe, he put her down, due to stress and her concern (y/n) stumbled a bit, so Harwin wrapped his arms around her to help her stay firmly on her feet.

“Thank you, Harwin”

She lifted her eyes to meet his, blue hues that shined under the sunlight, Harwin noticed the princess biting her lip when she glanced at his lips, the only thing that could be heard was the sound of the waves crashing.

“Princess”

“I know, we shouldn’t”

“We mustn’t”

“But don’t you want to?”

She questioned him. (Y/n) haunted him ever since he became her sworn knight, her cheeks grew red as her breath became shallow, for the briefest moment they weren’t lady (y/n) and Ser Harwin Strong, they were just two young people who yearned for each other.

“Someone could see us if your father hears about this”

“Is your fear over my father stronger than our fate?”

(Y/n) fought for her love, she went on a hunger strike when lord Corlys refused to wed her with Harwin, she snuck out the window of her room and landed on her dragon so she can have just a few hours with him.

Harwin would hug her like she was the most fragile thing that ever graced this earth, (y/n) had snatched his heart right out of his chest, and Ser breakbones Strong was defeated and became a pile of mush in (y/n)s hands.

Corlys had no choice but to give in, (y/n) did not wish for an extravagant ceremony nor a feast, an intimate ceremony with people that were genuinely happy for them was enough, married under the seven gods and in old Valyria ways, lord husband and lady wife, till the sorrow day of death.

“Do you have to go?”

“It is my duty to be the Lord of Harrenhall my dear, I will be back before you know”

Harwin reassured his lady wife, he knelt to her growing belly and placed a gentle kiss on the bump while his hands slowly rubbed circles.

“Be good to your mother”

He whispered before their oldest daughter jumped on his back, earning a grunt from the knight as the girl wrapped her little arms around her father.

Their son was just a babe, little Corlys had just celebrated his first name day only one moon ago, and now his father had to go back and claim his place.

“I want to go with you”

“I know my love but your mother will be here and take care of you, I will send a raven as soon as I get there”

“Promise?”

“I promise”

Harwin kissed his daughter on the cheek before he lifted her as he stood in front of his wife. (Y/n)s eyes clouded with tears that were ready to spill, Harwin had left her side before, yet this time it felt like he was being ripped out of them, maybe it was her pregnancy that compelled her to be emotional or an instinct only women had.

Harwin reached to caress (y/n)s cheek with his free hand, (y/n) leaned into the touch as a meek smile sat on her lips, tears spilling down her cheeks and landing on Harwin's thumb.

“You mustn’t cry my love, I will come back before our little babe is here”

She did not respond, she just gazed back at those ocean eyes she adored for so long, biting back her worries she watched him put their daughter down and walk away, Rhaelle grabbed her mother's dress and hid behind (y/n) as her father departed, (y/n) remained strong for her daughter until she finally drifted off to slumber.

(Y/n) slept while she hugged Harwin's pillow for dear life, his scent lingering on it was the only source of comfort. Her sleep was interrupted by nightmares, all of which ended with (y/n) giving birth to a son who she named Harwin and her lord husband far away from them, like a spirit in the room.

“Father, I did not know you would break your fast with us”

“(Y/n), a raven came from harrenhall”

“Oh that is wonderful news, Harwin informed us he would send one as much as he could”

“It’s not from Harwin”

Corlys saw the color drain from (y/n)s face, instinctively a hand went over her belly as she eyeballed her father. The eerie sensation made her skin crawl at how her fathers' stiff behavior was, “the children” she thought, she couldn’t do this in front of them.

“Wet nurse, please escort the children out”

“Right away princess”

They stood there frozen until the sound of the door shutting was heard, (y/n) waited to hear the news, she could tell from the empathetic look Corlys had on his face that her worst fear had come to life.

“There was a fire”

“No, no”

“He managed to escape but the burns were too severe”

“No, please no”

(Y/n) collapsed in her father's arms, the screams of agony and cries of loss could be heard from a mile away, Corlys hated himself at this moment, his precious daughter was experiencing her heart getting ripped out of her chest so violently, she became the little girl again and this time he could not protect her.

(Y/n) was inconsolable for hours on end Rhaenys had never seen her so shattered, she held her daughter dearly and pet her head, there were no words that would make this better, what could Rhaenys do to mend her daughter's pain? Her love was gone and on top of that, she was with child, his child.

Her family took care of everything, the body was brought back to them for the funeral, and they gave strict directions to the wet nurses when it came to (y/n)s children, Rhaenys went so far as to even feed (y/n) when she refused to eat.

When (y/n) saw her husband's body all she could do was lean to place a kiss on top of his head, the burns had turned him in such a condition that he was barely recognizable, still, all (y/n) saw was the man of her dreams, the father of their children, her soldier.

“Rhaelle is asking about you, I do not know what to tell her, she was always her father's daughter. Corlys won’t even remember what you… looked like”

She managed to say while her voice broke, she held his hand as sobs took over her body, she missed his warm touch, his smile, his warmth, and reassurance, Corlys would never know Harwin's love and compassion, the babe she bared would never feel their fathers touch, he left before he could hug their third child.

There they stood, at the place where (y/n) had been wrapped by a towel that Harwin held, it was not a warm and sunny day, a grim morrow with clouds hiding the sun as the wind blew strong.

Rhaelle cried silently in her mother's arms whilst Laenor held Corlys and stood next to his twin, this scenery reminded everyone of Queen Aemmas funeral, the Stranger has been visiting them quite often.

Harwin's body was wrapped up and placed in a wooden small boat it was released into the ocean. (Y/n)s dragon circled the sky per (y/n)s request, her beautiful black dragon, nightshade had been grieving with its rider, the keepers reporting the she-dragon yelling and crying ever since the day (y/n) found out about Harwin's death.

“I can’t do it”

“You must, Harwin needs you”

Laenor encouraged her. (Y/n) spared one look to her daughter, how would she make it work now that Harwin is gone? She could not fail her children, she was now left to defend and protect her family.

“Dracarys Nightshade”

Nightshade did not obey, hesitantly she kept circling, maybe she sensed the uncertainty in her rider's voice, or she recognized what she was about to burn.

“Dracarys!”

She demanded, her voice booming through her and pulling everyone out of their trance. Nightshade obeyed and a light of fire appeared, burning her rider one true love, her knight in shining armor, her Strong husband.

“It is alright Rhaelle, I am here”

“I miss father”

“I know you do, but he will always be with us, we must remind your siblings what your father was, Corlys will need you to tell stories of your father, soon enough we will have a new sibling”

“I do not want another sibling, I want father”

“It will be hard my dear love, but we must be Strong, he will watching over you now”

“Do you promise?”

“I promise”

“Push my lady”

“Get it out!”

She yelled between grunts, Rhaenys was holding her daughter's hand and letting her squeeze as hard as she wished, a wet cloth would cool her forehead that Rhaenys was using to pat away the sweat and show her support and love through the action.

“One more push and this will all be over”

(Y/n)s screaming was interrupted by the blissful sound of her babe crying, Rhaenys smiled at the sight of her grandchild who was bloody and honestly kind of gross, though it was still the most beautiful thing Rhaenys had ever seen.

“A boy my lady, congratulations”

“Let me hold him”

The nurses wrapped the boy in a piece of cloth before they passed it to his mother's arms. (Y/n) started to cry the moment she felt his little hand wrap around her finger, the sweet boy was the last gift Harwin gave her before he was taken away from her.

“He is so beautiful my love”

“Harwin, his name is Harwin”

Rhaenys kissed (y/n)s temple and then reached to wipe away the tears that had run down her daughters' cheeks, it was such an important moment, new life was brought to them, the blessing of a child, a son, yet it could not overshadow the distinguished pain that had shattered her.

“He would be so proud of you, you did so well”

“Thank you, mother, for everything”

“I will always be here for you, do not dare to forget that”

(Y/n) smiled for the first time in a while as she leaned on her mother's shoulder and held her son close to her chest.

Something caught her attention from the corner of her eye and maybe it was hallucinations from the pain or just a gift from the Gods but there he was, her Harwin standing next to the window, in his shinning silver armor smiling at her, his dark love falling perfectly and his warm aura engulfed her after what felt like an eternity to her she felt at peace.

She could not wait to go to bed, if someone asked her about it (y/n) would simply say that in her dreams she could be with her husband, away from all the horror she returned to the times that she escaped her home to see him, the familiar routine of her having to survive on just crumbs of moments with him, to hold him, kiss him, tell him how much she missed him, but she was fine with that, she had him all to herself, forever frozen in time to the gorgeous Ser Harwin that adored his family and wife until he took his last breath.

She did not know it but when he was mi utes away from death he used the strength he had left to grab the maesters hand and whisper his last few words.

“Tell my wife, my (y/n), that I love her, tell my children, I am sorry I could not be there, I will wait for them... On the other side”

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