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buckybarnesb-tch · 10 months

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Alpha!Daemon Targaryen meets his Omega

The king had taken you in upon realizing that you were an Omega.

You were the daughter of Vaemond though he would never acknowledge you as his as you were just a bastard, though you were also the first Targaryen offspring of any kind that was an Omega in nearly 100 years. There were a few Alphas such as Daemon and Corlys but no Omegas.

Viserys ensured you were given the best education possible (considering you didn’t present until you were 14 and had lived as an orphan until then) and kept you close with constant guards, unwilling to risk a rouge Beta deciding that fucking a Targaryen Omega would be fun.

You became quite close with Rhaenyra and neither of you was usually seen without the other. You had arrived in the palace after being found by a guard in the street only about 2 weeks after the beginning of Daemons war in the step stones.

You had been told plenty about Daemon by your best friend who admitted she had had a little crush on him before falling in love with Ser Harwin Strong. You wondered quite a bit about the rouge Prince but for the most part you put it out of your mind.

You didn’t meet Daemon until 3 years later, you had settled into being a lady and for the most part gotten a handle on life in the capital, so of course someone would show up and turn it on its head. The smell washed over you almost instantly as he knelt down before the king, handing over his make-shift crown and you froze. You had always been tense around Alphas, it’s just common sense when you’re an Omega, especially one without any kind of defense training which you didn’t have since you had guards at all times but you do wish you could feel safer in knowing you could protect yourself, at least a little bit.

His scent though…it washed over you in waves and you were overcome by the rush of calm and need your Alphas scent delivered you. He was in the middle of hugging his brother when his body went stiff and you knew he smelled you too.

“Help?” You whispered to Rhaenyra, her looking over you and realizing what was happening fast.

“Are you sure? It could only be-“

“Your Omega brother! This is wonderful! Y/n is the only Omega in the castle, where are you child?” Rhaenyra pulled you down and through the side door, having avoided the guards who were listening to Damon’s shocking news.

“You do know you can’t avoid him, right? Daemon is…tenacious to say the least.” She teased and you smiled a bit as you both quickly made your way outside and into the gardens.

“I understand but I don’t want all of those people watching like it is their own affair.”

If anyone understood you in the world it was her, for the most part at least. You were only alone in the Godswood for about 5 minutes before you heard footsteps and looked up to see her father walking towards you with a battalion of guards.

“Go, it’s okay. Get back to your room, you’ll be safer there than anywhere else. I’ll handle my father, go!” She pushed you and you stumbled back before running through the bushes of flowers and trees, only just having looked back to see if she had followed when you plowed into a firm, hard body.

“You must be Y/n.” He spoke and you nodded your head cautiously, taking a step back but his face softened. “Don’t be frightened. I know my reputation but no harm will ever befall you while I am here lovely Omega.” His face was smirking but the thrumming bond that snapped in place the second you smelled each other was weighing down on you, pushing you to relax. “I mean what I say, you are safe my sweet Byka rūklon. I am your protector now.” (Little Flower)

He held out his arm, I suppose trying to be less intimidating and I enjoyed it quite a bit having heard the tales of Daemon Targaryen, rider of Caraxes. Everyone said that you couldn’t help but feel fear when he stared down at you, an intimidating presence to say the least but all I felt from him in that moment was adoration. I took his arm after a brief pause and he smiled, his face relieving itself of that signature smirk and led me back to the castle. “Oh Good! You’ve found her brother.” The king spoke as he stood by the door with my guards who moved to stand behind me before Daemon stopped them.

“You two have been relieved of your duties.” They looked stunned for a second but given that its Daemon that said if they quickly took off before he decided to have their heads removed from their bodies for standing too close to me.

“Brother? You can’t possibly think you can protect her alone, you have duties to-“

“I very well could protect her alone! However I will choose guards to stay with her who won’t lose her in a throne room whenever she decides to go for a walk. I need men far less stupid and I will appoint them when we return to Dragonstone to marry. You’ll love it there Byka rūklon, I promise you. Let us go, the flight will take about 6 hours.”

“You’re leaving already? Daemon, don’t you think-“

“I would like to marry my Omega as soon as possible, you understand that brother. Nothing that need be too planned, we will marry in the ways of our ancestors. I will wait until you and Rhaenyra can be there, I’m sure my Omega wants her friend there, don’t you Byka rūklon?” I nodded quickly.

“Please? It would feel wrong without her…Alpha.” I added Alpha at the end, seeing how much he longed for it by the look on his face.

“Anything you want, always.” Daemon pulled me close to his chest, kissing my head and I welcomed the comfort he now delivered me, his scent flooding my senses and effecting me greatly. “Will you bring her things for her my dear niece? It will be greatly appreciated.” I could tell Daemon was rushing as he began moving again and I knew how much he hated these people and this place, pulling me towards the exit with the King and my friend behind to see us off I suppose. Rhaenyra had told me how much Daemon preferred Dragonstone to Kings Landing, less conniving, conspiring people there and one less Otto Hightower who I admittedly didn’t like either. Speaking of whom.

“Daemon, leaving already?” We we’re almost at the door to the front gates when he had cut him off, looking at me the entire time. He had always stared at me and struck me as the sort of Beta I needed to be protected from. My guards always kept me at least a good 5 feet from him making me incredibly grateful that they answered to the King directly and never the Hand.

“I would like to be back on Dragonstone with my Omega as soon as I can, not that it’s any of your business.” I could hear my Alphas distaste in his voice as he practically spit the words at him. As Otto took a step closer I tightened my grip on Daemons hand and he looked down at me curiously, seeing I wouldn’t take my eyes off of him and that seemed to be enough.

“Well we will certainly miss your presence in our halls my dear Omega.” Daemons hand was gone from mine so quickly I barely had time to look up before he was pressing him to the wall and choking the life out of him.

“Daemon!” Viserys shouted, watching his brother but keeping the guards from stopping him, turning his head to me.

“You think you get to call her that? You think that’s appropriate for you Beta?! No one calls my Omega that but me, you disgusting old bat!” Otto was making a choking noise and while I enjoyed it I knew I had to calm him now before the Hand lost his head. While Daemon would be in his rights to protect me, many would dispute it and we surely wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon.

I reached out, placing my hand onto his shoulder and while his muscles tensed for a second they quickly relaxed again. “Alpha. It’s okay.”

“Why do you fear him? Answer me quickly Omega.” He warned, his hand tightening and a quiet whine coming from Otto.

“I am uncomfortable with the way he looks at me, however the guards never let him close. All is well…Please Daemon? If you kill him leaving now is not an option.” I reminded, his hand releasing the man instantly and turning to me before he collapsed to the floor.

“His eyes will never linger on you again Byka rūklon, you have my word…brother. I will see you in a few days. Do not bring this snake with you.” He turned to hug his brother as Rhaenyra hugged me close.

“Hop on Syrax and come visit often, okay? You can stay a few nights, escape Alicent and skip your schooling with me.” I teased feeling her giggle as she held me.

“I promise. I’ll come a few weeks after the wedding.”

“Weeks?”

“You’ll be busy afterwards, trust me. I know Daemon. He has the blood of the Dragon, and it runs hot. Be safe, and good luck in the sky. Hold on tightly.” I was confused for a moment before understanding her meaning. I had always hesitated to get onto Syrax with her, scared of falling off but now it’s not Syrax I’ll be riding.

My hand was taken again and pulled out the door and towards the big red beast in the courtyard causing me to pull back, Daemon turning to face me and smiling at my nervous face. “It’s alright Byka rūklon, I won’t let you fall.”

“What about getting eaten before I even get onto him!?” He snorted, holding me to him tighter and leading me forward, the dragons eyes on me as we got closer.

“Caraxes understands more than you think, he feels what I feel for you and he would never hurt you because that would hurt me.” The white haired man took hold of my hand and held it in his with his other arm around my waist, holding my hand in his up to the giant scaly creature. “You are the only person other than me that he will feel the need to protect. All dragons protect their riders mates, but Omegas even more so.” He leaned into my much smaller hand and I felt his cold scales on my skin, Damon moving my other hand to stroke up his snout.

“Rytsas Caraxes.” I knew my pronunciation was shit but the Blood Worm made a purring noise that rivaled my own with how deep and lovely it was.

“That was wonderful. Has Rhaenyra been teaching you?” I nodded my head.

“So that we could talk without most understanding, especially the Queen.” I giggled, continuing to pet the Dragon who leaned his head into my body which would have knocked me over had Daemon not been behind me holding on.

“Lykiri!” Daemon commanded though he just continued leaning into me.

“It’s okay…I like it.”

“Hmm…just wait until you are carrying my child. He will never want to leave your side. Aegon the Conquerors Omega was nearly always with Balerion when she was with child, he was a protective beast. Knowing Caraxes you’re going to have an even harder time being alone.” He teased and while he meant to make me laugh it actually sounded quite nice to be honest.

“We’re going to be the best of friends, huh?” He trilled out a wonderful sound but unlike the sound a bird makes the ground nearly vibrated with it, it was so deep. “I think I like the sound of that.” I told Daemon whose hand traveled down from my waist to cup my sex through my dress making me gasp as my body became tingly.

“Then we’d better get started, shouldn’t we?” He spoke in my ear, causing my body to shiver excitedly. “I’m going to fill you up so full there will be no doubt that you are carrying my child, and no Beta will dare lay eyes on you again! You will spend the rest of forever filled with my children, Gods I want to fill this cunt so desperately! All mine!” He growled, his other hand now squeezing my tit as he kissed my neck roughly.

“All yours Alpha! Whenever you want, forever!” I was becoming very turned on but just as quickly as he started groping me, he stopped and lifted me over his shoulder roughly, climbing up onto Caraxes and placing me in front of him so I would not fall off.

“Hold on Omega.”

“You think!?” He cackled at my shout and I rolled my eyes.

“Riding dragons is what you will be doing the rest of your life, enjoy it, there’s no way to get away from it now.” His threat was playful but I considered it for a moment…I don’t think I want to get away from this. This is perfect.

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starogeorgina · 6 months

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𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲

Paring: Aegon II Targaryen x Targaryen OC

Warnings: None

Chapter: 1.01

“Rhaenyra!” You continue to rapidly bang your fist against the door leading into your elder sister's bedroom. "Rhaenyra, open this door right now!”

You hated her.

“You’re a fucking coward to hide from me!” You didn’t care that your language was unfit for a young lady, a princess; Rhaenyra had cut you deeply, and you wanted to make sure she knew it. “Unlock this door at once!”

You hated her.

“I would have never done this to you,” you sob. “I loved you, Rhaenyra, my big sister. We’re supposed to look out for each other, not... I would never do this. Not to you, never.”

You only stop banging on the door when your fist is pulled back by Ser Criston. “You need to stop before you hurt yourself, princess.”

You knew he was right, but it didn’t stop the anger that was radiating through you. Not only has Rhaenyra humiliated you by sleeping with your husband, she has also given birth to his sons. Three of them. Something you were never even given the chance to do. Your brain comes to a heartbreaking realization, one that makes you want to scream as soon as you think about it. Rhaenyra doesn’t care about you and never did. You feel your knees start to weaken, and your stomach drops. The knight whispers, “I know you’re hurting, princess, but they aren’t worthy of your tears.”

You take a deep breath and wipe your fallen tears away, knowing that he was right. “Thank you, Ser Criston.”

“The queen heard about what happened and would like for you to join her in her quarters. She wishes to offer you her comfort.”

You blink away the tears, your vision becoming more clear, and when it does, you see your husband standing down at the opposite end of the hallway. No doubt he was coming to see her. He was staring at you, looking worried. You feel your heart harden, not wanting to give him or her the satisfaction of seeing you hurt. You push back the sob, desperately wanting to escape your throat. “Ser Criston, do you mind escorting me to the queen's chambers?”

“Of course, princess.”

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“How could she betray me in such a way?”

Alicent wraps her around your shoulder; she seems genuinely concerned about you. You had managed to maintain a smidgen of your dignity by holding your head high as you walked through the castle, ignoring all the side-eye glances and whispers going on around you. One of Alicent’s ladies-in-waiting brings in a tray of tea that’s supposed to help calm nerves.

“Prin-”

“Ivory,” you correct with a weak smile.

Lord Strong nods, “Ivory, I am ashamed to admit that rumors of my brother's betrayal had reached me long ago, but I assumed there was no truth to it. It wasn’t until I learned about the incident in the training yard this morning that I came to realize it was true.”

You had spent the last year defending Rhaenyra and Harwin, insisting that Jacaerys and Lucerys weren’t fathered by your husband before you were married. Because of your age, you had yet to lay with Harwin, and you thought if he was going to stray, it would be in the streets of silk, not with your own flesh and blood.

“She swore to me in our mothers names that they were Ser Lenors true-born sons. How could I have been so foolish?”

“You aren’t foolish, my sweet.” Alicent picks up a cup of tea and hands it to you, giving you a sympathetic look as she notices your hands trembling. “You have been deceived, and I can only imagine what Viserys will have to say when he finds out.”

You shake your head. It was widely known that Rhaenyra was your father's favorite, and learning what she was really like could be the thing that breaks him. “My love for my father is the only thing keeping me quiet. He is sick; finding out the truth about what Rhaenyra has done might be the thing that kills him, and we do not want him to suffer. If I’m being honest, I don’t know what to do.”

“I find that praying helps me find clarity and reassurance. I pray to the mother nightly; you can join me if you wish.”

“Perhaps I should pray to the warrior as well as the mother.” You chuckle lightly. “I could really use the gods' strength and courage."

—

After visiting the sept the night previously, the queen had arranged for you to stay in a separate bedchamber for the night since your quarter was beside Rhaenyra’s.

In the morning, Ser Criston escorted you back to your quarters; with him by your side, nobody dared approach you. The knight made pleasant small talk and even managed to make you laugh. When you reach your quarters, you thank him before walking into your bedchamber. You sit down at your vanity and begin to unbraid your hair, only stopping when you hear the door opening.

“Flora?” You call out, hoping to see your lady in waiting, who has become a close friend over the years. “Flora, is that you?”

When you turn around, you’re stunned to see Rhaenyra and Harwin. At first, you were afraid that the sight of them would upset you, but now, as you sit in front of them, all you feel is anger.

You say nothing; you turn your back on them and shift your attention to taking the remainder of your braids out. You push down the lump forming in your throat when Rhaenyra kneels down beside you with tears in her eyes. You pretend she isn’t even there and get up to go pick a dress to wear once you are bathed.

“Ivory! Ivory, please,” Rhaenyra begs. “It happened before you were betrothed! I never wanted you to find out like this. Sister, please! Just let me explain!”

You had fully intended to continue giving her the cold shoulder, but hearing the word sister caused you to snap. You can’t believe she had the nerve to call you that. You spin around fast, and your expression pulls into one of anger and hurt as you snap, “Don’t call me that again.”

Rhaenyra steps back as if you’d struck her.

Harwin says, “I am sincerely sorry for betraying your trust.”

You scoff, annoyed that he seems upset when it’s you that should be hurt by his dishonorable actions. “Until such a time that I am of age to perform my duty as princess and your wife, I don’t think we need to speak again.”

“Ivory…”

“You may leave, Ser Harwin.”

When the knight leaves, you turn to face your sister, whose eyes were bloodshot from crying, which angers you further. “Since the day Jace was born, I have loved him; the same is true of Luke. You’ve watched me play with them and sing to them. I’ve basically grown up with them, and not once did you ever think to tell me they were fathered by Harwin.”

“I tried to spare you the pain of knowing the truth.”

You can’t help the laugh that slips past your lips. “You must really hate me.”

She squeezes her eyes shut as more tears roll down her cheeks. “I love you.”

“No, you don’t. I’ve always looked up to you; I wanted to be just like you. My perfect big sister.” You shake your head, backing away from her slightly when she reaches for you. “Do not touch me.”

"When my father told me about his plans for you and Harwin to wed, I tried to stop the betrothal; I really did.”

“I believe you,” you say, wiping away more fallen tears. You hardly knew Harwin; he would occasionally accompany you on walks around the garden, and nothing more than a kiss on the back of the hand was shared between you, but he was still your husband. “Both Jacaerys and Lucerys were born before the betrothal; I would have easily looked past that and done everything I could to help protect them. But Joffrey, he’s only a few days old. Even after I married Harwin, you continued to have an affair with him.”

You see guilt pass over her features before she drops her gaze to the floor and says, “I’m sorry.”

“I still love my nephews; that will never change, but I can’t be around them right now. Not after knowing what I know, it will just be a constant reminder."

“Of my betrayal.” Rhaenyra takes a deep breath; red patches have appeared across her neck and chest. “I hope one day you can forgive me.”

When Rhaenyra leaves the room, you throw yourself onto your bed, pull your pillow to your face, and sob into it. This was too much pressure for a girl of one and five to bear.

When someone knocks at your door, you groan a little, assuming Harwin or Rhaenyra had come back. “Go away,” you mumble into your pillow. You lift your head to tell them to go away, but change your mind when you see who it is “Aegon, what are you doing here?”

He avoids looking you in the eye and shrugs. “My mother said you were upset.”

“So you came to check on me?”

You weren’t much older than Aegon; before you had even celebrated your first name day, your father had remarried, and Queen Alicent was pregnant. You were surprised to see Aegon, considering he didn’t spend much time with any of your siblings.

He rolls his eyes and says, “No.”

“Oh, then what are you doing here?”

“Wanted to know if you’d like to go dragon riding together.”

You smile and say, “Sure, that sounds like fun.”

Aegon on Sunfyre and you on Ghost were exactly what you needed to take your mind off everything else that was going on.

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axelsagewrites · 8 months

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Hii girlie,

can you please write a fic for Harwin Strong? Him & Targaryen!reader already got 5 children and have no plans of stopping anytime soon when it comes to making more babies🤭

Thank you❤️

Harwin Strong*Breakbones

Pairing: Harwin x wife!targ!reader

Word count: 1731

Warnings: talks of pregnancy/kids, teasing, p in v sex, breeding kink, rougher sex (not extreme), biting, smut 18+

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it was the little things that made life so good. like rolling over in the morning and directly into the sleeping arms of your husband who even in his sleeps wraps you in a tight hug. you smiled sleepily against Harwin’s bare chest, placing a gentle kiss to his skin. times like this made you appreciate your older sister even more since you weren’t forced into marrying a cousin or nephew but instead your sworn protecter.

you were snapped from your thoughts as you felt Harwin place a tender kiss on your head, his hand moving to slowly stroke your back. “Good morning wife,” he mumbled into your hair like he did all mornings. “Did you sleep well?” he asked as his fingers moved to slowly brush through your messy bed head.

“I always sleep well with you by my side,” you mumbled against his skin, nuzzling into his chest as his nails raked against your scalp in just the right way.

“Then I shall never leave it,” he said with a sleepy chuckle.

“Good,” you said as you forced yourself to lean up so you could appreciate your husbands’ features, “But im afraid we must get up,” you said as you placed your hands on his chest to push yourself up, but you were stopped by Harwin’s arms wrapping tightly round your waist, “Harwin,” you whined but it came out as more of a laugh.

Harwin chuckled at your attempt to wriggle free, but his strong arms easily locked you in place, “You’re not going anywhere love,” he said as he stole a quick kiss, “I cannot leave your side remember,” he teased.

You sighed and tried to put on a serious face despite the urge to giggle like a young lady at court, “But what of our responsibilities? you have to train the new guard recruits,”

“We have other fine soldiers. let them train them,” he said, brushing the hair out of your face to gently hold your jaw, “I have marital responsibilities to attend to,”

You weren’t able to stop your giggle this time, but your protest did not end, “What of the children? I need to ready them and make sure they do not try miss their classes,” you said, settling into his chest as your protest turned to just words, “You know how fussy Rhaya gets when I am not the one to dress her,”

“Our children are lucky to have you as a mother,” he hummed making your heart warm. you had done your best to be a true mother to your children despite many of your station passing them off to others to be raised. “Maybe another lucky child will join us soon,”

you rolled your eyes with a light smile, “I have already told you the maester confirmed it was all a mistake. I am not with child,” you said. initially you had both been a little disappointed by the news but the busy hustle of your current litter of children made it easy to forget your upset.

however, a grin crept on Harwin’s face as his hands moved from your waist down your back to your ass, grabbing it suddenly making you gasp, “Not yet wife,” he grinned.

“Husband,” you scolded, hitting his chest knowing your fists were like taps to his frame, “You would make me late to our children for your own needs?” you said with fake annoyance, but he could see the grin teasing the corner of your lips.

“Not my needs dear wife,” he said, his hands moving slowly down to rest on the backs of your thighs, pushing your shift up so he could rub his thumbs over your bare skin, “My marital needs. after all I swore an oath to you. what kind of husband would I be if I did not fulfil it?”

“I think the five others who are currently tormenting their maids prove your more than capable sweet husband,” you said as you finally moved to sit up, but Harwin grabbed your hips, forcing you to stay sat on his lap.

he leaned forward, kissing you suddenly with one hand holding your jaw, the other your hip. the kiss was soft and slow as you felt his fingers squeeze the flesh of your hips which he often praised. despite being married with children he still took the breath out of you with just a kiss, “I suppose,” you said against his lips as you tried to catch your breath, “being a little late never hurt,”

“That’s the spirit,” he said, his lips brushing yours with every word as his hand found the back of your neck.

you couldn’t help but moan into the kiss as he lightly ground his hips up, pressing his growing bulge into your clothed cunt. you knew by how tightly he was gripping your hip there would be bruises tomorrow but you didn’t care. after all there were two reasons, he was called breakbone.

still, you gasped when he suddenly flipped you onto your back. Harwin grinded his hips down slowly, teasing you with each press of his hips against yours. his hands began to roam your body, squeezing your waist and breasts over your shift. his fingers trailed softly along the edge of your neckline before suddenly ripping the soft fabric. you gasped as the fabric ripped, the sudden breeze making your nipples harden.

your soft moans were covered by Harwin’s lips as his fingers began to softly roll your pebbled nubs between his calloused hands. his hands may be rough with a sword but soft on you as he traced around the sensitive buds between squeezes. “You still need to go?” he asked, breaking the kiss for only a moment.

“Im not going anywhere,” you said before pulling him back in for a deep kiss, your hands tangled in his hair.

you whined into the kiss when you felt his hands fall from your nipples, but an excitement began to build as you felt him pulling at his undergarment’s strings. your hands fell from his hair to run down his chest, feeling his muscles as you lightly trailed your fingers down his hot skin. however, it did not take him long to undo his trousers and push whatever fabric was in the way to the side.

you moaned as you felt his fingers trail along your cunt, pausing to tease the entrance of your hole, “Always so ready for me,” he praised as he moved to hold his cock. he lined his tip up with yours, the tip barely pushing in as you bit back a whine, “You want me to fuck you princess?” he asked, brushing the hair off your face with his spare hand, “Fuck you till you are filled with my child? till you scream my name?”

“Yes,” you moaned, gasping as he slowly began to push in, “Please Harwin please fuck me already,”

“I like when you beg,” he mused, his head falling to place soft kisses to your neck as he slowly pushed deeper inside, “you take me so well princess,” he said, his voice a strangled breath of groans and moans as he sunk his cock all the way in, “Such a good little wife,” he praised as he slowly began to move.

intuitively your legs wrapped around his waist, “please,” you whined, your eyes screwing up in anticipation as your fingers trailed over his shoulders, “don’t tease me this time. I need you. please,” your words seemed to move your husband as you gasped as he suddenly began thrusting in you.

Harwin wasted no time slipping a hand between your frames to find your clit, rubbing it precisely after many times of practise. you moaned as his lips worked harsh kisses along your neck to match his thrusts. he was called breakbone for a reason you thought as your nails dug into his shoulder blades.

as your nails trailed down his back you heard Harwin mumble praises and curse words under his breath, enjoying every scrape and scratch you were leaving. you could feel a familiar knot bubbling in your stomach as his cock stretched you out, pounding your defenceless bodily mercilessly into the bed. you wondered if the maids had grown used to the moans coming from your bed chambers of if the current sounds you were making still made them blush.

you did not worry for them however when Harwin grabbed your legs, pushing your thighs back so he could fuck you deeper into the plush mattress. your moans could probably be heard across the red keep by this point, “Please,” you moaned, each word interrupted by his thrusts, “Don’t stop, just like that,” you gasped as Harwin’s fingers dug into your hips tightly.

“I can’t stop myself,” he gasped, his thrusts growing messy, but it did not matter to you as you felt your knot tighten and your cunt begin to grip around his cock making Harwin moan.

“Please,” you began to whisper like a prayer till suddenly your body felt it would burst and you felt yourself come around his cock like a tiddle wave. your curses and moans did not make your husband stop however and you had to bite down on his shoulder as his thrusts grew heavier and you wondered if you would break.

“So good,” Harwin mumbled over and over as his thrusts grew sloppy and desperate before you suddenly felt that familiar feeling as his body tightened, his thrusts stopping, as you felt his seed spill deep inside of you.

you took the moment to catch your breath as your husband rode out his own pleasure before collapsing in the bed beside you. “That was- “he said between pants, “You are- I love you,” he finally settled upon as his gaze turned to you, wide eyed and exhausted.

“I love you too husband,” you giggled, as you rolled over to cuddle into his side, “But you owe me a new shift,” you joked as you traced hearts with your fingertips on his bare chest.

Harwin chuckled lightly as he wrapped his arm around you, “I’ll make sure to get you the finest of linens for it my dear wife,” he said as he pulled you tightly into his side, “See?” he teased, “Being late is worth it sometimes,” you rolled your eyes, pretending to be annoyed despite knowing he was right.

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yeetskeetstreet · 1 year

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Accusations and Words | Daemon x Reader

I AM A SIMP FOR DAEMON RN.

S/N = son’s name

D/N = daughter’s name

if anyone wants me to make this a series, feel free to name the kids!

(Laena never married Daemon, their kids exist with an unnamed father, obvi no Rhaenyra & Daemon.)

This piece has no identifying features for reader other than a non-blonde hair colour, and is NOT of targaryen descent.

CONTENT WARNING: swearing, blood, child abuse, fighti- honestly, its game of thrones, lets be real here.

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Y/N and Daemon burst into the hall, the doors flying open, (a knight behind said door was startled by their entrance).

Rhaenyra looked almost relieved as her uncle and his wife arrived after the handmaiden had been sent to fetch them. Luke was to her left, Jace in front of him, while Daemon and Y/N's son, of age ten, and daughter, of age seven stood to Rhaenyra's right. S/N held his sisters hand, as she hid behind him, her face buried into his back.

"S/N! D/N! What happened?" Y/N ran directly to her children, placing a hand on the side of her son's face, looking at his bruised eye and bloody nose. Her other hand briefly grabbed Rhaenyra's, squeezing it in thanks, for protecting her children.

Daemon, on the other hand, stood next to his wife, narrowed eyes aimed at Queen Alicent, taking in the sight of her enraged expression, and the Maester stitching up his beloved nephew.

D/N didn't move from behind her brother, while (S/N) looked at his mother, speaking to her quietly, "Aemond took Vhagar, he hit Rhaena and was going to kill Luke. He- He.." S/N looked down at his feet, "He called us bastards. Luke, Jace, Me and D/N. It was Jace's knife but I cut him I swear."

Y/N just nodded and sighed quietly, looking at her son before standing, S/N standing in between his mother and Rhaenyra.

Rhaenyra spoke calmly, "There was an incident involving the children. Jace and S/N... defended their siblings and Laena's daughters."

"Defended? Defended you say! My son has been maimed. Your sons are responsible. They were trying to kill him." Alicent almost squealed towards the family, Aemond refusing to turn to look at anyone, even his mother.

Y/N simply directed her daughter towards her father, who simply plucked the small child from the floor, tucking her head into his neck, holding her tightly.

Rhaenyra stood tall, "it was our son's who were attacked and forced to defend themselves. Vile insults were levied against them."

Y/N looked to Daemon who stood close to her right, it was an easy guess as to what these insults pertained too. Alicent had always whispered and questioned the legitimacy of both Rhaenyra and Y/N's children. While Rhaenyra's sons were clearly that of Ser Harwin Strong, (a fact Rhaenyra had been honest about to both Y/N and Daemon) they had all agreed to keep it a secret for the safety of her family.

Daemon was always angered by these rumours, his son carried her hair, both his children carried his pale complexion and his daughter had inherited his Targaryen locks. It was clear D/N was his child, a spitting image of Daemon with her mother's face. His son took Daemon's face, even his expressions the young boy had yet to learn to hide.

Viserys finally limped into the room, moving forward slowly away from the throne with his cane, "I will have the truth of what happened. Now."

The children in the room burst into words, Aemond yelling how he was attacked for no reason, Rhaena and Baela accusing the prince of stealing their mother's dragon, Luke and Jace backing the girl's claims, throwing out accusations of Aemond's attacks.

Y/N's children stayed silent, her daughter still clutching at her father, and her son had his eyes trained fiercely at the King, almost refusing to let his resolve crack under the pressure.

The adults in the room simply stood and watched, until Viserys called for silence. "Aemond. I will have the truth of what happened. Now."

Alicent quickly turned to her husband, "What else is there to hear? Your son has lost an eye!"

Viserys simply ignored his wife, "It was a regrettable accident."

"They meant to kill my son! Prince Lucerys and S/N brought a blade to the ambush."

Y/N was quick to add her piece, "Not only was Rhaenyra's integrity questioned, but mine as well. The Prince Aemond called our children bastards, Your Grace. To question the legitimacy of our children's lineage? That is the highest of treasons, Your Grace."

Viserys addressed his brother's wife, "Prince Aemond will be sharply questioned so we might learn where he heard such slanders."

Alicent scoffed "Over an insult? Over training yard bluster?"

Viserys stepped towards his youngest son, "You tell me boy, where did you hear this lie?" The boy avoided eye contact with his father.

"Aemond. Look at me. Your king demands an answer. Who spoke these lies to you?"

Aemond hesitated for a second, his eyes raising to his mother, before is voice sounded out in the room, "It was Aegon."

Viserys flung his attention to his other son, and almost hissed out at the gob smacked Prince.

"And you, boy? Tell me the truth of it!" Viserys was quickly losing his patience.

Aegon simply looked at the floor "Everyone knows. Just look at them."

Viserys stepped back to his throne, addressing the room "This interminable infighting must cease. All of you. We are a family. Now make your apologies and show good will to one another."

Alicent held her chin high, her eyes watering, "Good will cannot make him whole again. There is a debt to be paid."

Y/N, Daemon and Rhaenyra watched the exchange between the two monarchs with baited breath, each hoping that Viserys would not backing down from his rage-fuelled wife.

Daemon handed his daughter to Corlys, who had left his grand-daughters with his wife. He could feel the tension in the room arise again, and was waiting for it to peak.

However, Alicent had already made up her mind, "If the king will not seek justice. The Queen will. Ser Criston, bring me the eye of Lucerys Velaryon and S/N Targaryen. They can choose which eyes to keep, a privledge they did not grant my son."

As Ser Criston took a step forward, Viserys was quick to halt to knights progress. Rhaenyra pushed her sons behind her, as Daemon stepped forward, slightly in front of his wife and son. Corlys was quick to grab the rest of the Targaryen children and muster them away from the commotion towards his wife.

A handful trusted knights who were loyal to the two Targaryen's and their families had stepped closer to Rhaenyra and Y/N. The knights priority was the two women, Daemon's hand rested on the hilt of his sword. (Every man and his dog knew Daemon could handle himself if it came down to a fight.)

"Alicent. this matter is finished. Do you understand." Viserys addressed the room next, "And let it be known, anyone whos tongue dares to question the birth of my grandsons, nieces or nephews, should have it removed."

Rhaenyra stood tall, "Thank you, Father."

Daemon simply made eye contact with his brother, and nodded firmly silently thanking his brother for protecting his family. Viserys gave his brother a small nod in return.

Y/N turned to her husband, grabbing his hand off the hilt of his sword, holding eye contact as they began to communicate without words. Daemon sighed, nodding his head sadly squeezing his wife's hand.

Rhaenyra had turned around, her back to the rest of the room, and took a few steps to move closer to the children, still huddled together behind them.

Yelling made Rhaenyra stop in her tracks, turning in horror, "Y/N! Behind you!"

The next few seconds were chaos, one second, yelling from Viserys and Ser Harrold filled the room, "Alicent!" "Hold your approach". "Stay your hand, Cole!" "Stay with the King!" "Mother!" "Y/N! No!"

The next, Y/N was hold Alicent's forearms as she brandished the Kings valyrian steel knife towards her.

Y/N could see the knights surround her and the Queen, as well as he husband intercepting Criston Cole from moving closer to the two women.

Alicent looked at Y/N in horror, and almost whimpered out her words, "What have I done but what was expected of me?"

Y/N was almost sympathetic towards the women, "Alicent, You've gone too far."

"You take my son's eye, and to even that, you feel entitled."

"Exhausting, isn't it? Hiding beneath the cloak of your own righteousness. But now - now they see you as they are."

Alicent cried out and pushed Y/N away, dragging the blade down Y/N's forearm. Blood pouring down her hand, gathering into a puddle on the floor.

Y/N gasped and pulled away, gripping her arm, she fell backwards, and was caught by Rhaenyra, a deathly gaze on her face, directed at Alicent. "Are you proud of yourself, 'Your Grace'?"

Daemon moved quickly over to his wife, his face showing no emotion, and attended to her arm, ripping fabric from her dress to wrap her arm tightly, trying to stop the blood that was still flowing down her hand.

The King was yelling at his wife in the background, who was swiftly removing her children to their chambers, the other bystanders in the room heeding the King's warnings, making their own exits and dispersing into the castle.

Y/N rested her head on her husbands shoulder, shaking slightly in his grasp. Daemon was whispering comforting words in her ear, trying to calm her down.

Rhaenyra had pulled her two oldest children close to her, watching as Daemon picked his daughter up, while Y/N held her son by his shoulders.

Y/N looked at her daughter in her husbands arms, Rhaena and Baela holding themselves close to Rhaenys, Jace and Luke who watched their mother with tears in their eyes.

She took a shaky breath, "We need to be careful, I always knew Alicent was trying to get us, but the events of tonight have finally revealed the lengths she will go too. Rhaenyra, I know his your father, Daemon, your brother, but we can no longer rely on Viserys to protect us any longer. Corlys, Rhaenys, I must apologise to you, your grand daughters don't deserve to be dragged into our mess."

The group was quiet as Y/N's words sunk in. Corlys ushered his wife and grandchildren from the room, Rhaenyra following behind after embracing Y/N closely.

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S/N grabbed his mothers hand as the four walked back to their chambers, Y/N looking at a worried Daemon, "I know I wanted to stay in King's Landing, to be near our family, but maybe it would be safer for us and our children to go to Dragonstone. We should ask Rhaenyra to come with us."

Daemon barely reacted, looking up to look at his distressed wife. He pulled his daughter closer, and briefly looked at their son. "Let the children rest, we can speak to Rhaenyra first thing in the morning. For now, let us ignore the issues within the walls and be with our family."

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𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓 || 𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍

⇢ 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 - 18+/smut || Minors DNI || fem!reader

⇢ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 - 4.1k (I got a bit carried away with this one)

⇢ 𝐀/𝐍 - Haven't been able to get this smug lil man out of my head since the finale. I thought I was going to be a Harwin girl all the way, yet here I am writing for Aemond first. Absolutely used Alys Rivers as inspiration while writing this - I adore her.

Huge shout out to my incredible beta reader @larys-strong, thank you for putting up with my antics and my asoiaf/hotd obsession. That being said I haven't written in a while (especially smut), so please be kind with my takes. Any feedback is very much appreciated! εïз

𝐀 = 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱)

ღ┆ Aemond doesn’t have the most dutiful bedside manner when you first start sleeping together. He’s not used to having someone else to care for - typically only concerned about his own pleasure. But as he begins to realize just how much he cares for you that will all change.

ღ┆ Placing soft kisses over any bruises he’s inflicted - silently apologizing for any lingering pain he’s caused. Rare moments of tenderness from a man with a reserved, serious demeanor.

ღ┆ Finding solace in your embrace - he won’t care to admit it out loud but his favorite moments are those spent held in your arms. Head resting comfortably on your chest while you run your fingers through his long hair - soothing away his worries.

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𝐁 = 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 (𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫’𝐬)

ღ┆ Aemond’s quite aware of his good looks, even with his scarred face. Body lean and muscled after years of sword training - a fine tuned instrument for battle. He��s quite fond of his hands, loving how deft and nimble they are while wielding his dagger. Or when buried deep between your legs working at your center.

ღ┆ Your body is like a sacred temple to him - one he savors exploring over and over. Discovering every single piece you have to offer and committing each part to memory. He’s particularly fond of your breasts. How full they look pressed in your tight dresses, spilling out with each breath taken. How they feel when he has you in his hands, soft and supple. The sounds you make when he takes one in his mouth, flicking the raised nub with his tongue.

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𝐂 = 𝐂𝐮𝐦 (𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐮𝐦, 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲)

ღ┆ Loves marking you with his cum. How it looks pooling on your stomach, dripping down your thighs, shooting onto your face - his possessive nature is to thank for that. Loves seeing you eager and wanting for him, it triggers something primal deep within him.

ღ┆ At first he will fight against every instinct he has to keep from finishing in you. The burdens of his royal blood are a constant reminder of his responsibilities and expectations. A bastard child is not something he’d particularly wish to bring into the world. It will take some reassurance but he’ll eventually see that you’re committed to him and willing to take that risk - moon tea is only one call away after all.

ღ┆ Without question he’s going to work at you until you’re fully dripping. He gets such satisfaction from knowing he’s the one causing your pleasure. Teasing you if you get worked up too quickly, secretly loving how turned on you get from him.

ღ┆ “Someone was eager for me tonight, hmm?”

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𝐃 = 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 (𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬)

ღ┆ He might secretly deny it but he enjoys being dominated by you. Relinquishing any sort of control that was once his while you have your way with him. Vocalizing what you’re planning on doing to him - how you’re going to treat him and have your way with him. He’s never quite as spent as he is on the nights you take the lead.

ღ┆ Fantasizes about taking you in the dragon pit. It’s a place of power to him and he loves the thought of pleasuring you up against one of the tall stone pillars - torches casting light over your bodies as they flicker. The danger involved only adding to the sense of urgency felt by the both of you.

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𝐄 = 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲? 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠?)

ღ┆ Experienced enough to know what he’s doing, but he’s had a relatively few number of previous partners - and even fewer true romantic relationships. He’s usually more content with getting himself off and not having to worry about needless chatting or feelings that tend to surface with relationships. He desires someone more independent - not wanting to be bothered with fickle women who are only interested in him for his royal blood.

ღ┆ That being said he would be incredibly turned on if you took control in the bedroom. The idea of being with someone who has more experience than him excites him. Someone who’s not afraid to take charge and knows exactly what it is she wants from him. He’d be happy to let you take the reins every once in a while.

ღ┆ "You always fuck me so good. You ought to be proud to be my girl."

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𝐅 = 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠)

ღ┆ Cowgirl - Nothing is sexier to him than getting to watch you ride him and chase your own pleasure on his cock. Your thighs would fill his hands as he held onto you, occasionally running up your front to grab your breasts while you rode him. He’d shift his grip to your hips when he got close, not being able to help himself from thrusting up into you while pulling you down to meet him.

ღ┆ Doggy-style - When he’s feeling more dominant he’ll prefer this. Getting a front row view of your ass while he pounds into you from behind - his hand snaking around your front to play with your clit as he works. In a rush he’d take you over a dresser or table, your skirts hastily hiked up around your waist - allowing him immediate access.

ღ┆ Blow Job - Plain and simple - Aemond loves getting his dick sucked by you. The expert way your hand works at him before bringing yourself to your knees in front of him. Giving small, teasing licks to the tip while you look up at him from beneath your lashes. Tease him like that long enough and he may just lose restraint and take matters into his own hands. Hand knotting in your hair as he fucks your eager mouth.

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𝐆 = 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐲 (𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭? 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬? 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

ღ┆ Quite serious for the most part - Aemond is an intense lover. Making love to you is something he takes very seriously. He’s a very passionate man and when he gets time alone with you he wants to express that to you. He can be a bit teasing at times if the situation permits it, but he’s always 100% focused on the task at hand.

ღ┆ If you’re feeling a bit playful he might indulge you, especially if alcohol was had beforehand. But afterwards you can usually get him to loosen up and let his guard down. He’ll recount the humorous things that happened earlier in the day - complaining about the lords and ladies of the court.

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𝐇 = 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲? 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬? 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

ღ┆ He’s Targaryen royalty, he’s going to be well groomed and cleanly. He has a fine trail of hair on his otherwise smooth abdomen leading down to his crotch. Nothing too wild, he keeps himself neatly groomed.

ღ┆ In the midst of your passions you often find yourself reaching up to undo the tie in his hair - fingers running through his long strands holding him to you, your hand knotted securely at the back of his head. His long blond hair tickling you as it drapes over your neck and chest.

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𝐈 = 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭? 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭)

ღ┆ Getting Aemond to vocalize his feelings for you can be difficult at first - but that’s not to say that he isn’t interested. As you learn more about each other you’ll find that what first started out as physical attraction has shifted into something more. What was once an outlet for lustful passion now a deep connection that both of you have come to seek comfort in.

ღ┆ His love towards you is shown in the light kisses he places over your face and neck. When he’s especially worked up words will evade him and his love will be expressed in soft grunts and pants in your ear. Praising your body with his hands as they roam and seek to map every square inch of you.

ღ┆ One of the more intimate things you’ve had transpire is the removal of his eyepatch when you’re together - a vulnerability he allows with you after some time together. There’s a gentle tenderness shared between the both of you the first time you reach up and unlace the cover. His brief hesitation before submitting to your touch a reminder of the pain he still holds - though the wound has long since healed.

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𝐉 = 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟𝐟 (𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧)

ღ┆ After first meeting you he found his thoughts drifting ever more often to those of you - unable to keep his thoughts away from those of you and your body. Cursing his imagination for sabotaging his usual composure.

ღ┆ Eventually those thoughts started creeping in while he took care of his needs. The feel of your sweet lips on his, the swell of your breasts filling his hands as he holds you, the sounds you’d make as he grazed your wet center.

ღ┆Loves thinking about your hand easing between your legs working on yourself while thoughts of him flood your mind. How slick and wet your hand would feel as you writhe beneath your own touch. On occasion he’ll ask you to touch yourself while he watches - his intense gaze finding yours for a moment of shared passion.

ღ┆ "You drive me so crazy when you're like this, so needy."

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𝐊 = 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 (𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬)

ღ┆ Praise kink - An obvious one - after a lifetime of being put down even the smallest amount of praise will have this man eating out of the palm of your hand. Tell him how good he feels inside you - how big he is and how well he fucks you. Encouraging words like this will leave him weak, and he’ll finish relatively quickly if you’re not careful.

ღ┆ Edging - Be prepared for what he has in store. Knowing you desire him and want him is the biggest turn on for Aemond. The sweet sound of your voice begging for him while he repeatedly denies you release. He’s going to be sure to work you until you’re completely spent - only allowing you to finish once he’s had his fill of your pleading.

ღ┆ Size Kink - Not so much a kink he has, but rather one he looks for in a partner. Something about hearing you express how full you make him feel, how large he is, drives him mad. Vocalizing how he makes you feel also plays into that aforementioned praise kink.

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𝐋 = 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨)

ღ┆ Nothing beats the intimacy of his chambers. Bending you over a table, a lazy fuck on the couch, the possibilities are endless.

ღ┆ He’s known to take you wherever you happen to be when the moment arises. In a secluded corridor that someone (hopefully) won’t walk down. Hastily lifting your skirts and taking you right there in the hall. Or in the training grounds when everyone else has gone inside for the evening and you search him out. Dirt soiling your dress as he lays you down, your attempts at moving to a more private area thwarted.

ღ┆ Once your relationship is more serious he’ll take you for rides on Vhagar. Landing the two of you in some secluded oasis, perfect for a day spent in your embrace.

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𝐌 = 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐧, 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠)

ღ┆ Praise! Be vocal about what he’s making you feel. Tell him how good he is at fucking you - he is never going to get tired of it. There is little he isn’t willing to do if you’re begging him for it. Perhaps it’s something as simple as him being full of himself or more likely, it plays on his need to be wanted by someone - to be accepted for who he is.

ღ┆ Just seeing your figure throughout the day, knowing you’ll be crawling into his bed at night. Your loud moans echoing off the walls as he takes you - hands grasping at his shoulders pulling him to you. And if you decide to get on top and take things into your own hands? He’ll be praying he doesn’t finish too quick with all you have in store for him.

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𝐍 = 𝐍𝐨 (𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐝𝐨, 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐬)

ღ┆ Degradation - Doesn’t do well with being degraded or harshly teased. A lifetime of jokes at his expense has taken its toll on him and he tends to shut down if it’s severe enough. However, he’d be open to degrading you if that’s something you’re into or comfortable with.

ღ┆ Threesome/Orgies - Aemond wouldn’t be comfortable sharing you with others - at least not when he isn’t the one pleasuring you. The thought of someone else having the privilege to give you pleasure wouldn’t sit well with him. He would need you to be his completely.

ღ┆ Overall he would be willing to try anything at least once if you expressed an interest in it. Anything that has the possibility of bringing you more pleasure is something he’s open to trying.

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𝐎 = 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

ღ┆ Aemond’s a bit greedy and any occasion you offer your mouth to him he will graciously accept. Enjoying the power he feels when you are on your knees before him - worshiping him in a moment of silent devotion.

ღ┆ Slick with precum before you’ve even put your mouth to him, stroking him with skilled hands that know how to work him just the way he likes. His hands knotting in your hair when he’s close - holding you in place as he finishes with stuttered thrusts into your mouth. At times he’ll pull out to finish himself on your face, eyes watching his seed roll down over you.

ღ┆ Though he typically prefers to receive that’s not to say he wouldn’t return the favor for you as well. He’s not one to forget debts owed so be prepared for him to deliver in full. Mouth planting light kisses down your chest and stomach as he works his way down your body. His face finding your center - tongue working at your swollen nub with a steady, constant pressure that leaves you pressing into him, begging him for more.

ღ┆ "Hmmm, you taste so good on my tongue. And all this just for me?"

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𝐏 = 𝐏𝐚𝐜𝐞 (𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡? 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥? 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

ღ┆ If he had a stressful day be prepared for fast and rough - using your body to relieve the tension that’s built up. He’d make his way to your room in search of respite - finding safe harbor in your body for the evening. Nights like these almost always end with you both going multiple rounds, unable to help yourselves or keep your hands from one another.

ღ┆ When less urgency is demanded your sessions can be long and drawn out - each of you taking your time in exploring the other. Slow and sensual kisses. Hands gliding over each other languidly in long, drawn out grazes that have you aching for more. Aemond’s slow, deep thrusts draw out your pleasure and leave you clinging to him, holding him as close as your bodies will allow.

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𝐐 = 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞 (𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

ღ┆ Often. The two of you are insatiable. Anytime you’re able to find a few fleeting moments alone your hands are instinctively reaching out for each other. Fingers lazily hooking together as you hurry through the halls in search of a hidden alcove. Sultry glances passing between the both of you, anticipating what’s to come. Hastily unhooking buttons, carelessly throwing pieces of clothing down in your wake.

ღ┆ Aemond has no regard for privacy. The thought of someone catching you two in the throes of passion is both a turn on and an encouragement. He wants others to know you’re his and what better way than by fucking you into the wall in hopes someone catches a glimpse. Your hand clamped over your mouth, stifling the moans that threaten to spill from your lips.

ღ┆ “Hush now, don’t want to give away our nice little spot do we?”

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𝐑 = 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭? 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐬? 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

ღ┆ Aemond the Kinslayer, rider of Vhagar, a risk taker? Risk taking is all this man knows. If there’s something you’d like to try he’s willing to give it a go. Experimentation and risk taking go hand in hand for him. If you have any kinks that you want to try out he’s all for it - anything that has a possibility of bringing you more pleasure is worthwhile for him.

ღ┆ Aemond’s not one for modesty - he enjoys showing off his possessions and by association includes you. He’s particularly fond of having his way with you in compromising positions, secretly hoping that someone finds you in the thralls of passion. Atop a balcony overlooking King’s Landing, behind a long forgotten tapestry - all are fair game with him.

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𝐒 = 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫? 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭?)

ღ┆ Man has stamina for days. After years of training with a sword his endurance would be unparalleled. Blood of the dragon flows through his veins - there is a fire in him that’s ignited when he’s with you. One that burns only hotter with each moment you spend entwined.

ღ┆ After a particularly testing day he’d take you swiftly and be relentless in his strokes. Your legs shaking from exertion, bodies tangled together in the aftermath of your passions. Never pausing for too long before crawling back to indulge himself in you once again.

ღ┆ He finishes embarrassingly quick when your mouth is on him. After so long together you know how to work him in just the right way.

ღ┆ "It's going to be a short night if you keep that up. Gods."

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𝐓 = 𝐓𝐨𝐲𝐬 (𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐲𝐬? 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦? 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬?)

ღ┆ Depending on what toys exist in the world of Westeros, Aemond would be game to using them. Once your relationship blossoms into something more than just physical attraction the idea of using toys would become a bit more intriguing to him.

ღ┆ Using restraints to tie your hands back as he as he teases you - denying you the release you so desperately crave. Hands involuntarily grasping at the air in search of some sort of footing as he works you. He loves having control of you in this position - blissed out and begging for any kind of salvation from his teasing.

ღ┆ A silky blindfold tied around your eyes, leaving you entirely at his mercy. The deprivation of your sight enhances your other senses and causes even the lightest of touches to feel as if flames are left on your skin in their wake. At times he’ll take it even further, using hot wax to make those feelings of flames ever closer to reality.

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𝐔 = 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞)

ღ┆ In public he’d whisper little jokes knowing that only you could hear him. Always finding the perfect insult to hurl at some unknowing recipient. Hoping to find something that would work in catching you off guard and crack your resolve in front of others.

ღ┆ But oh come ON, you just know he would be absolutely brutal with his teasing behind closed doors. We all know this man loves to instigate and in the bedroom he'd be no different. Quite possibly worse.

ღ┆ Relentless with his little quips, saying just about anything to see you flustered and blushing. Pushing you to your limit over and over to see you beg him for sweet release, not even minding how needy you sound. Working himself up while edging you over and over until you can't think straight you're so pent up.

ღ┆ "Tell me what it is you want. I want to hear you beg for it. I want you to beg for me."

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𝐕 = 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

ღ┆ He’s usually pretty quiet and controlled, able to maintain his composure through most of your time together. As he gets closer and his resolve weakens he would start to let a few moans slip. Groaning into your ear as he finishes - your name a silent prayer released from his lips.

ღ┆ When you’re on top he’ll be at his most vocal - expressing his adoration for you while you’re in full view of him. If you work him especially well you can elicit more of those delicious sounds from his lips. His usual composed composition gone as you use his body to chase your own high.

ღ┆ Prefers to hear you and the gasps and sighs of pleasure that fall from your lips. Enjoys having you beg for him - drawing out those sweet words of desire from your lips. They give him the reassurance he seeks that you’re his and his alone. He’s a simple man, he needs to be needed and he wants others to know he’s the source of your pleasure.

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𝐖 = 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝 (𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫)

ღ┆ You first catch Aemond’s eye while he is praticing on the training grounds. Silently watching from the sidelines as he hones his skills with the sword. His usual focus shattered as his thoughts were drawn back to your mysterious figure.

ღ┆ Not one known for excessive gift giving, Aemond will surprise you one evening with a blue sapphire necklace that mirrors his own. He’ll expect you to wear it with pride - a symbol of his devotion to you. What he won’t expect however, is to find you waiting for him one night dressed only in that very symbol of devotion.

ღ┆ When Aemond grows restless to flee his mundane duties of castle life he’ll ask you to join him in search of a short moment of respite. Together on Vhagar’s back you’ll fly over Westeros - getting a rare view of the country that only few have ever glimpsed with their own eyes.

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𝐗 = 𝐗-𝐫𝐚𝐲 (𝐥𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬)

ღ┆ It’s big. He has the presence of a man who is packing heat. Someone as bold and cocky as he is needs to have the proof to back it up. Perhaps more importantly is the fact that he knows how to use what he has.

ღ┆ Wants to hear you say how big he is, how full he makes you feel when he’s inside you, how good he fucks you. Again, he wants all the possible praise you can give him and more.

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𝐘 = 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞?)

ღ┆ Aemond knows you have responsibilities as does he, but he can’t help his mind from wandering throughout the more dull parts of his day. Wishing he were back in his chambers alone with you to do as he pleased. Thoughts of how he’d fuck you filling his head. If duty keeps you away from each other he’s ready the moment he gets you alone. He’s never going to say no if you’re willing.

ღ┆ If you’re ever traveling or away from him for extended periods of time he expects you to pleasure yourself while thinking of him - a thought that he uses as fuel for himself in return. The thought of you quietly pleasuring yourself with his name on your lips has him straining in his pants.

ღ┆ “Promise me you’ll remember who brought you this pleasure. Whose hands held you while you shook and how good it felt to be fucked by me.”

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𝐙 = 𝐙𝐳𝐳 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬)

ღ┆ Depends on the events of the day honestly. After a long day seeing to his duties he’s more prone to falling asleep shortly after - his body truly spent from physical exertion with you. He’d do everything in his power to fight against sleep that threatened to take him. To have one moment more gazing into your eyes, feel your sweet, soft comforting caresses graze his cheek while your fingers run through his long hair.

ღ┆ On the rare occasion you find yourselves with more time to relax, you’d enjoy each other's company further. This is when Aemond is at his most vulnerable in front of you. These fleeting moments before sleep takes him and you’re free to inquire about his past or any troubles he might have. He’ll divulge anything you ask of him during this time - intimate questions regarding his past and childhood or your curiosities of dragons.

ღ┆ “Want to hear how a boy of only ten was able to claim the eldest remaining dragon do you?”

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Quiet Love

Ser Harwin Strong x reader

genre: very romantic, fluffy, yearning, I mean i squealed while writing it so must be exciting

a/n: Harwin Strong has taken all my attention, not only because its Ryan Corr my childhood crush, also because we got so little of such an eye capturing performance! I have no idea where this came from but I think we all deserve some loving don’t you? Enjoy!

Your heels clicked against the pavement as you took a leisurely stroll through the beautiful gardens of Kings Landing, members of the court addressing you with a nod while servants bowed as you passed.

You were a Targaryen, first daughter of King Viserys and Aemma. Yet it felt like you were second to everything these days since your Mother and baby brother's passing. With your sister Rhaenyra being announced as the heir to the throne and hostilities within court growing worse by the day, it wasn't difficult as to why.

You were extremely proud and happy for your younger sister, she was truly a force to be reckoned with and meant to rule. But without her and your father, it had become increasingly lonely within the walls you called home.

You missed the simpler times; you and and your father horse riding alongside each other breaking out into laughter as it became a race, Rhaenyra dragging you to the library where she would lay and listen to your voice as you read to her. All of it seemed nothing but a distant memory.

You didn't have many friends apart from a few of the servants. Those who did try to gain your favour at court you came to realise was for their own personal gain, to get closer to your sister or father. And that hurt more than anything. Which is why you denied any affection given to you by any suitor.

However, you always seemed to feel like someone was watching you. When you sat within the council, dancing at one of the many events, even now as you walked through the rows of blooming rose bushes.

In the corner of your eyes, the flash of sunlight against armour caught your attention, a silhouette with a mane of wild curls stood at the entrance of the maze.

Ser Harwin Strong, you recognised. Captain of the City Watch and your personal guard. His features rugged, handsome you dare say, like he had been ripped straight out of one of the great paintings that hung within the castle walls.

He was a man men and women fawned over at dances and the hunts, hoping to gain his favour. And yet his attention seemed drawn only to you. But that was because he was there to protect you, nothing more. Yet it still warmed the depths of your belly that he kept an ever watchful eye over you.

You paused mid step, anxiety gripping you, screaming at you to continue onwards. But you changed trajectory, walking towards the maze and marched right towards him. A gentle smile overtook his features you noticed as you grew closer, greeting you with a bow of his head.

‘Morning Princess.’

‘Good morning Ser Harwin! I hope you are faring well this morning?’

‘Besides training the new blood who seem worse than the last batch, I am my lady, thank you.’

You chuckled softly, nodding towards the maze. ‘I was wondering if you would take a walk with me? Seems like a good day for it.’

Harwin couldn’t help but smile briefly before allowing you to walk onwards first, following close at your side. The pavement changed to pebbles, the sound resonating in the silence that lay between the two of you.

‘And you, my lady?’

You looked to him as the deep rumble of his voice caught your attention, dazed by his brilliant brown eyes, almost amber in the sunlight. ‘I’m sorry?’

He chuckled, armour clinking as he ducked his head before looking towards you. ‘How are you? It’s only courteous of me to ask in return for your kindness.’

There were so many things you wanted to say. You wanted to tell him everything and yet nothing all at once. The lump in your throat grew, and yet the words left quicker than you expected.

‘I won’t lie Ser Harwin I feel I'm at a standstill. People seem to be moving in and out of my life sooner than I’d like. I feel the role of a spinster will do me well better than a princess with the way I’m going.’

Harwin’s brow furrowed, faltering ever so slightly in his step. ‘You don’t mean that.’

‘But I do!’ You started, jumping at the sound of your own voice raising, glancing towards the knight who remained unchanged, however halting in his place. ‘‘I-I’m sorry I didn’t-’

‘Do not apologise,’ He said as he stepped closer, but he kept his distance. He didn’t want to overwhelm you. ‘What truly troubles you my lady?’

You wanted to weep. No one had ever asked how you felt.

‘As feeble as it may sound I’m afraid of being left behind. My sister, heavy is her head that will wear the crown, is blessed and loved by all, but busy with the duties of being a leader. My father is enraptured by his newfound family while I’m left to the wolves to fend for myself. Every person at court comes to my side with wishes and hopes, for my love and attention, only to want to gain favour with my family, not me! And it hurts it-’

The words died on your lips, taking in the worry that was etched upon Harwin’s face. He pitied you, like everyone else he probably did.

‘I’ve spoken out of turn,’ You muttered as if you hadn’t been on the verge of crying almost moments ago. All emotion had left your voice, you wouldn’t show weakness, you couldn’t. ‘You must be sick of having to watch over me.’

‘Princess-’

'I'm sure Rhaenyra would be happy to have you as her personal guard-'

'I did not ask for her, Y/N. I asked to protect you,' He said. You froze, mouth seamlessly moving without making a sound. Though his tone had been firm, his eyes spoke only gentle reassurance. The way your name slipped from his lips sent chills down your spine.

‘Wh-What did you say?’

Harwin sighed, his heart pounding against his chest. ‘When I was given the honour of Captain of the Watch, I asked-no, requested that I was put to your side.’

‘But why-’

‘You must know there is something there between us, do you not princess?’

You knew what he was talking about.

Longing looks you both exchanged from across the room, the way he watched you as you danced with other men, while you watched him mingle with the ladies of the court. Brief touches of his hand against yours when he passed by or on the small of your back as he led you through the castle.

There was a fire between the two of you, and it grew every more fierce as the days passed. And you couldn’t help but deny it.

‘No I don’t know what you’re talking about.’

Harwin stepped forward and you couldn't help but stray away, only to find your back pressed against the hedge. His hand found purchase firmly on your hip, the weight and heat almost soothing, thumb stroking gently against the fabric of your dress. Your eyes looked anywhere but his, breathing deeply, the scent of pine wood invaded your senses.

You gasped as his fingertips slipped between yours, his palm engulfing yours as he gave it a gentle squeeze. He ducked his head, looking into your eyes.

‘I care for you Y/N. I know it may not be correct to say it but I will not deny it. And I know that you feel the same way.’

No he couldn’t. Ser Harwin Strong could never be in love with you. Maybe an infatuation but no, not love.

Hearing the crunch of pebbles beneath boot, you glanced back towards Harwin now watching as you walked away, his golden cape billowing in the wind. And as he stood there, he promised himself he would make sure you knew how loved your were.

You pulled away, shaking your head as your chest heaved. As you dashed through the garden you couldn’t help but glance around. There were eyes everywhere, one could never be too careful.

Part Two

a/n: let me know if you want another part to this story! Some spicy smut coming very soon in a separate story as well so stay tuned!

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Strong Protector (part 2) (Harwin Strong imagine)

Strong Protector (Part 2) (Harwin Strong imagine)

Pairing: Harwin Strong x female!reader

Warnings: assault, bullying kids, 5 year olds being kinda badass, pregnancy obviously, mention of labor and delivery but very briefly and not graphic, angst, typical westeros violence, harwin beating ass, spoilers for the show

Part 1

Harwin and Y/N were in the privacy of their bedchamber. He pulled her closer to his body while they kissed. Y/N rolled them over so she was on top of him. She pulled away from their kiss to gaze into his eyes. His eyes were filled with love and lust, a perfect combination.

He then flipped them over again and hovered over her. They kissed again as Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him down to be closer to him. Harwin slowly started to pull up the shirt he was wearing, which was his, wanting to feel her skin. He pulled it off, smiling at how flushed her cheeks were, even if they had seen each other this way many times. Harwin’s hand cupped her face, his thumb slowly caressing the skin.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

Being married was blissful. It has only been four months but Harwin and Y/N are still wrapped in that bubbly mindset that comes with being in love.

Lately, she has been feeling quite sick. She did not want to worry Harwin, knowing he would probably drag the maester to their bedchamber immediately. For this reason, she decided to keep quiet and try to handle it on her own. That was when she realized she had not bled.

The maester confirmed the suspicion she had all along, that she was with child.

Y/N ran through the castle, not concealing her excitement. She made her way to the training yard, knowing Harwin was there with some knights. As she was approaching, he immediately stopped when he saw her running. As the worried man he is, he ran towards her as well, completely missing the happy expression she had. “My love! Is something wrong? Why are you running?” He asked frantically, holding her hands when they were close enough.

“Oh Harwin, something wonderful has happened,” Y/N squeezed his hands while she let out a small excited squeal. “I am with child.”

Harwin’s turned pale. “A child?” He stammered. A baby? Their baby? Y/N eyebrows furrowed with worry. Her worst fears crept up on her, only for them to vanish as quickly as they had appeared. Harwin’s grin was all she needed. He wrapped his arms around her waist to hug her tightly.

It was a long process. Y/N had a difficult pregnancy, in the beginning, the sickness she had seemed to never end. Harwin did not want to leave her side at all. Fortunately, it all got better as time moved forward and the belly grew.

The day her labor started, Harwin was outside dealing with some building issues. When he heard about Y/N, he ran towards their bedchamber to be by her side.

He was scared, there was no denying that. He had heard terrible stories about childbirth and he did not want his wife to suffer like that.

In the end, the labor was successful. To their surprise, there were not one but two babies. A son, who they named Theo, and a daughter, who they named Eliana.

Five years later, they returned to King’s Landing to visit the Targaryens.

Harwin and Y/N decided to stay in Harrenhal during that time. They wanted to let the children grow in peace and away from the vultures that lived in the Red Keep. But now that Theo and Eliana were older, it was time to visit.

Months before the departure, the maester told them Y/N was with child again. Harwin was ecstatic at the thought of another child. He was beaming with happiness for days.

Y/N was not due yet, the maester estimated she was five months along. Harwin thought she looked beautiful, often staring at her with awe and appreciation. The travel was not so bad, even though it took them almost seven days. Harwin wanted the children to see the fields and take in the fresh air. Y/N was also grateful for that since she also needed a chance to walk for a while.

They were holding hands as they walked. Harwin keeping an eye on the kids. “I think it will be a boy,” Y/N said suddenly.

“Oh? What makes you say that, my love?” Harwin teased, squeezing her hand playfully. “Did the baby whisper that to you?”

“Stop teasing,” she laughed, her free hand rubbing over her stomach. “I just feel that it is. All I hope for is not more twins.”

Theo and Eliana were nice children, very well behaved but they had their moments. It was not common for them to act out. Harwin and Y/N, as well as the Septas, taught them values and morals very early. “I agree. One pair seems like enough. I think my sanity will not hold if we have more.” They were laughing softly, trying to not get the attention of the kids.

“I love you,” Y/N whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck when they stopped walking.

In return, Harwin wrapped his arms around her waist, careful to not put any pressure. “I love you more.”

When they were finally in the Keep, Theo and Eliana were shy, which was understandable. They had only been in Harrenhal and although it is a big castle, the one they were visiting was scarier. They both softly demanded to be carried, Eliana reaching for her father and Theo for his mother.

The little girl was curious about her surroundings while her brother hid his face on his mother's neck. People stopped and stared, whispering amongst themselves as the family walked the corridors.

As they reached another hallway, Eliana shot up with a gasp. “Grandfather!” At the sound of his sister, Theo lifted his head. Both children squirmed in their parent's arms and were put on the ground, allowing them to run towards Lord Lyonel, who was speaking with the king Viserys.

“Oh, my sweet children!” He exclaimed, easily picking them up at the same time. Viserys witnessed the entire thing with a smile on his face. It seems that this union was still filled with love and he was happy about it. “Look how much you have grown.”

“We missed you,” Elliana confessed. Theo was not speaking but he shared the same sentiment. Lyonel visited twice a year. He could not stay for long periods of time because of his duty to the king.

“Father!” Harwin greeted before turning to the king. “Pardon the interruption, Your Grace. We do not have much saying in the decision these two make even if we are equally numbered.”

King Viserys laughed softly. “It is quite alright. I find it refreshing, seeing two new faces in these halls.” He saw Y/N’s belly and gave her a reassuring smile. “I do hope this pregnancy has been easy on you, Lady Y/N.”

Y/N flushed a bit, “it has been easier than the first. Thank you, Your Grace.”

“Are you the king?” Theo whispered before the adults could keep talking, staring at Viserys.

“Where is your crown?” Elliana wondered almost immediately with a confused look. “A king should have one.”

Lyonel, Harwin, and Y/N were perplexed at what the girl said but the king was not phased by this in the slightest. “We can go look for it,” he suggested. “And to assure you I am the king, we can go to the throne room.”

Theo and Elliana beamed, obviously excited by the proposal. They looked at their parents for approval, earning quick nods and smiles from them. The children held onto Viserys' hands and walked away.

“Those two are a handful,” Lyonel commented.

“We are going crazy,” Y/N replied.

“They are way too smart for our own good,” Harwin added.

The following days at the Red Keep were peaceful. If Harwin was busy, Y/N usually spent time with Rhaenyra and the children. She had given birth to two handsome boys named Jacaerys and Lucerys.

Theo and Ellaria were fascinated by the princess. Harwin and Y/N had told them stories about the Targaryens. What intrigued them the most was the language they spoke and the dragons.

“Would you be alright if they stayed here for a moment? I need to look for Harwin so we can all eat together and I do not want them to bother you,” Y/N asked, fearing that four children would drive her insane.

Rhaenyra smirked, grabbing a sheet of paper that said “High Valyrian” at the top. “Nonsense, they are not bothering me in the slightest. Go, I can manage four little ones.”

“Thank you, princess. I will be back soon.”

As she was closing the door, she saw all four children surrounding Rhaenyra as she began explaining, in a simple way, what High Valyrian was.

Y/N wandered across the Keep looking for her husband. She thought he would be in the yard with the men of the City Watch but no. In truth, she was not that worried, considering Harwin knew King’s Landing like the back of his hand and he also knew how to protect himself.

She leaned against a wall while softly rubbing her belly. Y/N felt a little exhausted from walking that much. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the knights of the Kingsguard heading to another area of the castle. Y/N paid no mind to them, only focusing on resting for a moment.

“What are you doing here?” A knight hissed, startling her. “A whore like you should not be in the castle.”

Y/N was taken aback by his outburst. “Pardon me? I was looking for my husband?”

“You cannot be down here,” the man growled, roughly grabbing her arm and started pulling her to walk with him. “No man here would wed you or care for that bastard you are carrying.”

“Hey! Stop!” Y/N shrieked as she felt his grip tightening by the second. “Stop! You're hurting me!” The feeling of absolute fear overwhelmed her senses. She clawed at his hand as hard as she could. Y/N was desperate, trying anything to make him let go yet she had no chance, he was stronger.

The outer yard went silent as they saw this interaction. Several Kingsguards and men of the City Watch recognized Y/N and rushed to her aid when the knight pushed her onto the ground. With her quick reflexes, she was able to hold herself up to protect her stomach. One of the men ran to get Harwin, who was in the barracks talking with the Lord Commander.

A Kingsguard pushed the knight away while another pulled her back from the commotion. Tears were streaming down her face, and the ache in her arm and her hands was getting worse by the minute, with no doubt that it would be an ugly reminder of what just happened.

The knight found Harwin. Without even uttering a word, he grabbed him and made him run. Harwin walked out of the barracks to find the commotion. The confusion he initially felt turned into anger when he saw his wife’s blotchy red face and the knight being held back.

He was on him immediately, sitting on his stomach so the knight could not move. Harwin did not hesitate, throwing swift hard punches to his face. The hits echoed through the yard, Breakbones was not going to stop. Y/N trembled with fear. She was not scared of her husband, but rather scared of the fact that the knight would not survive this. Air got caught in her throat when she saw blood on the man’s face.

The knight was whimpering from the pain, it was hard to hear what he said over the punches but it sounded like he was pleading for mercy.

Unfortunately for him, Harwin was not merciful.

“You want me to stop? You should have thought about the consequences before putting your hands on my wife. She probably told you to stop, didn't she? Yet I bet you didn't stop.”

Harwin did not stop, he could not stop. He wanted to make the man pay for hurting Y/N. He felt hands grabbing his arms, several men grabbed him to pull him back. He was seething with rage. “That is enough! He is close to death, leave him be.” The Commander pushed him inside the castle, Y/N following close behind.

They stopped in front of the main sitting room. Harwin kept looking behind him to make sure Y/N was there. The men were not loosening their grips, in fear of him running back out to finish killing the man.

“What is the meaning of this?” King Viserys roared at the interruption. Lyonel Strong’s eyes widened at the state of his son and his daughter-in-law, shooting up from his seat to approach them.

“What happened?” He demanded to know. The king stood up from his seat, feeling concerned for the couple.

Everyone looked at her. Y/N swallowed, “a knight… he assaulted me.” She got looks of encouragement to finish telling what happened. “He, uh, called me a whore and said I could not be here.”

Harwin now felt angrier than before, struggling to get free, nobody spoke to his wife that way. “Calm down, son. We can handle the knight, go see the maester.” Lyonel suggested when he saw the bloody knuckles and Y/N’s scratched palms.

The maester patched them, fussing over Y/N more than ever. Thankfully, the babe was alright, which made the couple feel more relaxed.

They headed towards Rhaenyra's bedchambers to get the twins but the princess was nowhere in sight, only a Kingsguard standing by the door. “Mother!” Theo exclaimed, happy to finally see her, only to realize it was not a happy moment.

The children gathered around them when they saw their hands were bandaged. “Momma, what happened?” Ellaria asked her, his eyes watering.

“Do not worry, my love. Momma is alright,” Y/N reassured her. The little girl looked at her father's hands, tears trailing down her cheeks. Harwin quickly picked her up, her small arms around his neck for a hug.

“Where is the princess?” Harwin asked the knight.

“She left in a hurry. The king was requesting her presence immediately.”

Harwin and Y/N looked at each other. If the knight was not dead already, he was going to wish he was. Jace and Luke were curious but knew not to ask, they would have to wait until their mother returned.

During the night, the children stayed with their parents for a while but fell asleep. Ellaria was cuddled up to her father, her small hand holding the shirt he wore while Theo rested with Y/N, his head laying beside her stomach.

“What else did the man say?” Harwin whispered. His eyes were sad as he stared at the horrible bruise the man left on her arm.

“It is not important anymore,” she assured him. “What matters is that we are both alright.”

“Y/N, tell me what else he said.”

She sighed, “he said that no man here would wed me or take care of…,” Y/N stopped midway, afraid to say it.

Harwin quickly moved the children around so could rest on the bed. Without a word, he carefully grabbed her wrist to take her outside and out of earshot. “Take care of what? Tell me what he said.” It was a demand.

Y/N bit her lower lip nervously. “He called our child a bastard.”

His heart clenched. He had not heard that word in many years. “He said that?”

“It does not matter,” Y/N reminded him. She rested her hands on his chest, as Harwin held her waist. “Our child is not a bastard, and even if he or she was, we would still love them the same.”

“He did not have to say that, Y/N. He also had no right to treat you that way.”

“I know but it is done. We cannot change it. But forget about him. He made his choice to go to the Night’s Watch, that is punishment enough. And he has two broken cheekbones and fewer teeth thanks to you.”

“He deserved more than that,” Harwin added, kissing Y/N’s forehead. They held each other for what seemed like hours. Harwin had vowed to himself many years ago that he would never let anyone harm his wife. Today he failed, in a moment where his guard was down, but it would not happen again.

The family was there for almost an entire month, Viserys making up excuses and celebrations so they did not have to leave so early. Lyonel was thankful for that, he loved being with his grandchildren.

Theo and Eliana grew more comfortable roaming the castle by themselves, much to Harwin’s dismay. He knew they were smart but they were still babes in his eyes. No battle skills and sometimes too trusting.

For anyone that knew House Strong, it was obvious who their father was, they had very distinct features and the dark hair made it entirely obvious.

From afar, a man was staring at them while they sat in the Godswood.

Jason Lannister still remembered what happened at the hunt all those years ago. He did marry, of course, and had children of his own but he still longed for a moment where he was the one with the upper hand.

When he approached them, they did not even bother to acknowledge him. He crouched down to their level to speak. “Hello. Are you two here by yourselves?”

Theo furrowed his eyebrows, remembering all the talks his mother gave them about safety. His sister did not answer him either.

“I asked a question,” Jason warned, yet the kids made no effort to answer. “Figures you two would be like this. Insolent just like your mother.”

Ellaria stood up quickly at the mention of her. “Do not talk about our mother.”

Jason laughed loudly at this. “Are you threatening me, child?”

“Sit down.” Jason rolled his eyes, pushing the girl to make her sit. It was not hard in the slightest but enough force to knock her over.

Theo began hitting him as hard as he could. But he was five years young, meaning he did not possess any actual strength to hurt an adult.

“You two are weak,” Jason did the same to Theo, who began screaming. “Be quiet!”

The adults heard the screams as they were close by. Harwin, Y/N, Viserys, Lyonel, and Rhaenyra made their way to the Godswood just in time to see Jason Lannister bothering the children.

Theo and Eliana ran towards their mother, who waited for them with open arms. Harwin marched towards Jason.

“Stay away from my children, Lannister,” he spat out.

“Or what? Surely you would not dare t-”

Harwin punched him straight in the mouth, making everyone behind him gasp at the sickening crack that echoed through the area. “You do not talk to my children again, do you understand?”

Harwin turned around with a pleased grin. Y/N tried not to giggle, she knew he had been wanting to do that for years. She glanced at the king, wanting for Harwin to be reprimanded but he did not say anything.

Harwin carried both of his children as they walked towards the main hall. They told him what had happened. Focusing more on how brave they were and how Theo defended his sister. Harwin and Y/N were proud of them both for holding their own as long as they could.

Once in the main hall, they all sat together to eat, Jace and Luke joining them as well. The rest of the day went by smoothly. Harwin kept his arm around Y/N most of the time, softly rubbing her stomach. His family was always going to be his priority and nothing will ever change that.

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two-white-butterflies · 11 months

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coaxed you into paradise - c. 8

Description: The life of Saera Targaryen told in four acts. She was her father's forgotten daughter, cast aside as she looked nothing like her mother. Her younger days were spent beside her uncle. Years following her marriage with Ser Harwin Strong, she catches him in an affair with her older sister. She returns to seek solace in the arms of her uncle, that she's loved all her life.

(Coaxed You Into Paradise and High Infidelity Rewrite.)

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Chapter Eight: Labyrinth

Saera was a delicate child growing up. She’d always be sick and Daemon was the only one who could stop her from crying. Needless to say, she was seldom outside of the castle walls - always with a platoon of servants behind her.

It was her first time hunting without her dragon - the King believed that it would help form a friendship with Ser Harwin Strong.

He walks behind her cautiously, watching as she makes her way through the forest with ease. “I was delighted to hear about our engagement,” he started a conversation and her grip on her bow tightened. She didn’t want to spend the entire trip hearing him talk.

His voice was croaky - vibrating through her skull in an annoying way. “Why? You’ve never shown me any interest before,” she pointed out, deciding that driving him away would be easier than changing her father’s mind. “I’ve always had these feelings, your grace. You are the greatest beauty in all the seven kingdoms. The stars pale in comparison.” he complimented and she could help but sigh.

She turns to look at him, ignoring her father’s men that were marching in front of her. “Lovers of beauty are typically the most shallow.” she responded, returning her attention to the hunt. If he was under the impression that she was some chaste and pure goddess, then she would prove him wrong.

Yes, beauty was a wonderful thing to have, but to love someone for what they truly are - is another deeper thing. She wasn’t a broodmare that he could use to elevate the looks of his offspring. She was Saera - and if she was going to get married, it would be on her own terms.

“I only tell the truth, my princess.” he defended, trailing after her like a lost puppy. She laughs softly, following the path laid out for them. “I’m sure that you are, my lord.” she retorted, her trained eyes scanned the terrain for animals.

“I never said that you were lying.” she mumbled to herself.

He walks behind her, scratching the back of his head in frustration. His father had him believe that anyone would be lucky to have him as a husband. Why was the princess so adamant in pushing him away? She looked optimistic when he fought in the tourney. Why was she different now?

“I can sense your hatred, my princess. Do you not wish for this marriage to push through?” Harwin found himself asking as she made the distance bigger between them. She replies to him with silence. There wasn’t a thing that she could say that would change their fate anyways.

“I apologize if I am not the husband that you anticipated. I will try to make our marriage as comfortable as possible.” he lowered his head. “Marriage is not about being comfortable, my lord. It’s about loving your spouse and not being forced to be with them.” she responded with much disdain.

He stops walking, almost dropping the dagger on his hand. “Do you feel forced to be with me?” He raised an eyebrow. She takes a long and deep breath. She couldn’t tell the truth - she didn’t want to hurt his feelings.

Before she could answer - an animal in the far distance makes its presence known. It was a stag, whose fur was white as snow. Saera knew that it wasn’t just an animal - it was an omen. Harwin raises his dagger - but his fiancee interrupts him with her bow. She strikes the animal dead with one clean move.

“Let’s bring it back to our guests,” she commanded while walking towards the dead stag.

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Viserys stood up in shock, watching as his second-daughter pulled the animal closer to his tent. “I hope that this satisfies you, kepa.” She broke his silence as a trail of blood stained his white foyer. “My daughter,” he tries to interrupt but she raises a hand, halting his speech.

“I don’t want to spend any time with Ser Harwin. I do not wish to see him until the wedding.” she stated with a blank tone. She might’ve loved her father before - but she rebuked him now. “If you will excuse me.” she bowed her head, leaving the tent with a scowl.

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It was the dead of night - the frogs were croaking, and all types of bugs were waiting outside her tent. She sighs softly, wiping the beads of sweat on her forehead with her handkerchief. Her eyes trailed towards the fireplace, to find the fire long extinguished. There was no reason for her to feel warm - winter was coming. She takes the blanket off her body, her feet gently landing on her velvet slippers. She walks towards the fireplace, gathering some wood and lighting a small match.

The warmth was all in her head, the light of the fireplace will bring her sooner into reality. She closed her eyes, feeling the fireplace’s warmth embrace her. A gentle knock slurs her away from relaxation, she opens her eyes. “Come in,” she whispered, voice still hoarse from waking up.

It was Mysaria - and she looked defeated.

“Princess,” she bowed her head, eyes dancing around the well-lit room. “Did you send the letter to Prince Daemon?” she asked politely, joyful at the thought of her kepa saving her from harm. He was her knight, her prince, her uncle - and her life. Without him, how could she live?

“I could not give the letter to Prince Daemon,” she stated, masking her panic with her thick accent. “I attempted to send a raven, but it would come back with the letter - I-I tried to go on foot but I was not allowed.” she explained not wanting to anger the princess.

Saera’s heart drops, her breath becomes labored.

Rebellions happened everyday in Westeros - her father never banned ravens and messengers. Why was fate tearing them apart? Mysaria sits beside the lady, placing a hand on her shoulder. “I know other ways, my princess - I have clients in Flea Bottom.” she offered but Saera shakes her head.

“I will not have your clients do my bidding. I want Daemon - and I will look for him myself.” she asserted, playing with the hem of her nightgown. “And how will you do that? Your father has you watched.” Mysaria announced, keeping her voice low so that the guards from outside may not hear.

“I will ride my dragon - and I will arrive there in a fortnight.” she answered with determination. She didn’t need other people to do her tasks - she was a princess, with a dragon on her side. Mysaria nods, respecting the Princess’ wishes. She knew nothing about riding a dragon. She only hoped that Saera’s plan would work.

“I pray for your safe return.” she promised.

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Dawn was beginning to break - the sound of men working flooded the once quiet field. Saera saddles her dragon, careful to not awaken the dragon keepers. Melarys lets out a loud growl, earning a glare from her owner. “Gaomagon aōha elēni lyka, ñuha riña. (Keep your voice low, my girl.)” Saera scolded hiding her face using the semi-large torso of Melarys.

“Kesi kipagon naejot Stepstones. (We will ride Stepstones.)” she informed kneeling in-front of her dragon. Melarys’ scales were pure white, almost as bright as the moon. Melarys was smaller than Syrax - although Melarys was much older.

“Kesi rhaenagon Caraxes, yn emā naejot umbagon lyka. (We will meet Caraxes, but you have to stay silent.)” she cooed and the dragon’s ears perked up at the sound of Caraxes’ name. Saera wasn’t a skilled dragon-rider, her dragon didn’t listen to her much - something she found annoying. She was about to shift her weight and board Melarys but the sound of someone clearing their throat stops her.

She turns around - cursing herself mentally.

It was Harwin Strong - clad in her uncle’s armor. She never thought that she’d dread to see the color gold. “I didn’t think that I’d find you here,” he smiles softly, walking closer to her. “I-I was just visiting my dragon.” she stuttered, taking a moment to make an excuse.

“That’s nice, I’ve never met the dragons before.” he confessed, taking a step closer. She places a hand on Melarys body - who was now fuming in rage since Saera was removing her saddle. “Well, her name is Melarys - she’s my dragon.” Saera smiled, inviting him to come closer.

He lifts his arms to touch the dragon’s snout - but Melarys growls at him. Saera chuckles, moving his hand away. “She’s a feisty little thing,” she smiled, moving the dragon’s face away from the man. “I can see that - the both of you have that in common.” he commented, placing his hands behind his back. He didn’t want the dragon to eat his arms.

“I get that a lot - but Melarys is meaner, I assure you.” she comforted, softening at the sight of her beloved creature. “That’s a relief,” he hums and the dragon moves closer to Saera’s body - asking her if they were still riding.

There was a minute of silence, and Harwin clears his throat again. “I’m sorry about our hunting trip, it didn’t go the way it was supposed to.” he apologized, scratching the back of his head again. “I enjoyed it, my lord. I didn’t have any expectations to begin with.” her lips settled into a thin line.

He chuckled nervously.

“I didn’t intend to corner you - or ask you questions. I merely wanted to learn more about you, and I realize that I possibly overstepped my bounds. I wish for us to have a happy marriage - if it ever continues.” he admitted shyly.

She lifts her hand and places it on his shoulder. She couldn’t dare stare at his armor any longer - so she lifts her eyes, meeting his own. Honey brown eyes that were sweet - but not what she wanted.

“I do not hold any grievances, my lord.”

“Call me Harwin, my princess.”

“Then allow yourself to call me Saera.”

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the things we do for love

summary: Aemma Velaryon is the daughter of the Princess Rhaenyra and betrothed to Aemond Targaryen. Their young love blinds them to the bitterness between their families, but slowly their fantasy begins to unravel with time. How did the purest of love turn into such bitter hatred?

2. an unfair exchange 'He hated his brother sorely. Aegon seemed to have everything he desired, except for Aemma. For that, Aemond found endless relief. The thought of anyone else being with his future wife was torture, and the idea of his brother was a million times worse. '

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Watching her mother wail and squirm was nothing short of traumatising for Aemma.

“Push Princess!” The midwife encouraged.

“I am pushing you cunt.” Princess Rhaenyra’s foul language made her daughter flinch. Aemma was drained of all colour and was sweating like she was the one in labour.

“Mother. I wish to leave.” Her quiet beg was met with another scream from her lady mother. Dipping the cloth she held in the bucket of water beside them, Aemma dabbed it at her mother’s forehead.

“The queen demands you here Princess Aemma.” A scream rips through Rhaenyra and she pushes for dear life before the midwife continues the rest of her sentence. “She says you need to learn what is expected of you.”

Aemma knew she was named after her grandmother, who was lost during the birth of her stillborn child. She knew the devastating impact it had on her mother and her grandfather and the idea that the same fate may befall her dearest mother was gut wrenching. The fear of losing her mother, as well as the confronting nature of childbirth was too much for Aemma to bear as she tilted her head to the ceiling and closed her eyes. She prayed for her mother and her unborn sibling, as well as cursing her future mother-in law for forcing her to endure this situation.

Perhaps it was revenge for two weeks ago when Aemma embarrassed Queen Alicent’s oldest son. It was not Aemma’s fault. It was against the rules for girls to compete in tournaments so when one was announced to celebrating the expected birth of her newest sibling, Aemma needed to find a way to compete. Her secret training lessons with her father Laenor Velaryon and her sworn protector Harwin Strong had transformed the young princess into a fierce warrior. She had to show it off. Wearing a mask and armour, Aemma managed to keep her face hidden as each opponent fell beneath her blade. It was not her fault Aegon had been stupid enough to declare a duel. However, it was her fault that when he ended up beneath her blade, she placed her foot on his chest and whipped off her helmet to the shock of the crowd. There was an uproar that a woman had competed, a princess at that, and Alicent had called for Aemma to be pulled from the field. As she was being pulled away, Aemma glanced up to find Aemond. He stood proudly clapping for her.

Alicent was using this chance to show Aemma the true duty of a woman.

“Mother... I can’t watch.” The sight of the blood staining the bed horrified the young girl.

“My little flower. It will be done soon.” Rhaenyra cried as she grasped her daughter’s hand and tried not to grip too hard as the next wave of contractions coursed through her. It was two hours later when little Joffrey was birthed and two hours later that they were placing robes over the new-born's mother. Rhaenyra wobbled from the pain her body had just been through, and Aemma wobbled as she overcome the traumatic birth. Just when she thought it was over, her mother doubled over and moaned.

“It’s coming. The afterbirth!”

“Oh, lords no more.” Aemma moaned before stumbling towards the door. Bursting out she stumbled straight into the arms of Laenor. Closing her eyes and taking in a deep breath, she let his embrace calm her. He was her father. No matter what was said by the spiteful court gossips. She heard her mother shuffle slowly out of the room and let Laenor turn to his wife.

“A boy!? I’ve just heard.” Rhaenyra grunted out a yes before explaining that Alicent wished to see the child.

“I do not think this is necessary.” Aemma mumbled as she held her father’s right arm for support to stand, her mother doing the same on his left.

“Did it hurt terribly?” After witnessing what had just happened, Aemma could have laughed so hard the entire kingdom could hear. Instead, she sulked and shook her head.

“I shall never do that. Not even for Aemond.” Passing all the lords and ladies, the family finally made it to the Queen’s rooms where Alicent was having a dress tailored. It enraged Aemma that her mother was put through hell and forced up here while the Queen played dress-up. She boiled with rage so badly that she did not pay any mind to their conversations and was only pulled back to reality when her parents readied to leave. The king had appeared at some point and pulled his granddaughter into a hug.

“My little bird. You look pale. Are you well fed?” He stroked the hair from his granddaughters face and smiled. She tried hard not to stare at the way his fingers uncontrollably shook. His love was strong for Aemma, and after one too many wines he would often whisper how his late wife’s spirit was strong in Aemma’s. How her silver hair was the very image of his late wife. How her smile would light up the room just as his late wife had. Aemma had once confessed to Aegon that she worried he did not truly love her, but simply loved her name. Aegon had laughed. It was probably true.

“It is not food my king.” She whispered. “It was the torture of sitting through childbirth!”

“I’m sure you were much comfort to your mother little one.” He smothered her and Aemma couldn’t help but cry out.

“It was awful. I shall never fall with child. NEVER!” He simply laughed and stood back so that Alicent could run her fingers through Aemma’s silver locks. She had also laughed at the declaration but her laugh left Aemma still and scared.

“You will bear Aemond many a son when the time comes.” Her body shivered and Aemma squeezed her eyes shut. The two families were waiting for Aemma to bleed before the two children wed and Aemma took the moment to pray that it would never come; as much as she wished to have her dear Aemond.

“Come Aemma. Let’s introduce your brother to the others.” Laenor could see the discomfort his daughter faced and she could have cried over how grateful she was for the escape. His love for his daughter knew no bounds. He would do anything for Aemma without the slightest of questions. She was his darling daughter and nothing could change that. When the young girl ran to clutch his arm, Laenor ushered her out and placed a comforting hand on her head.

“It is over now little one. Let us forget what has happened.”

“If my brothers picked a bad egg, I shall murder them.” Sulking once more, Aemma dragged her feet as she followed. She would have much preferred being in the Dragonpit choosing an egg to sitting by her mother’s side. When finally, they reached her mother’s chambers, Aemma threw herself at Jace and Luke.

“The horror of childbirth.” She cried before falling onto the couch.

“It shall be you soon sister!” Luke giggled and jumped around. Aemma grabbed his wrist before pulling her young brother onto her and tickling the boy. He screamed in delight as his brown curls shook everywhere. She loved Jace, even though he took pleasure in following around their stupid Uncle Aegon, but her love for little Luke was almost overwhelming. The moment she had laid eyes on her little brother in his small cot, hours after his birth, she was so overcome with affection she cried from joy. The moent he wrapped his little fingers around her outstretched finger, Aemma swore an oath to protect Luke forever.

“Shut up little brother.” She fake growled. Jace, feeling slightly left out, placed his hand on his sister’s head and began to shake it. The scene did not last long before Harwin Strong, who did not once take his eyes off Joffrey, cleared his throat.

“Perhaps some quiet for the Prince and Princess.” Laenor nodded in agreement and the three children quickly fell silent.

“Soon you’ll be having Aemond’s babies.” Luke giggled and poked out his tongue. That was the end of that silence.

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Aemma sprinted to the Dragonpit. She had changed from her dress into her leather pants and corset and strapped her sword to her hip quickly due to her excitement. After the fiasco that was the last tournament, Rhaenyra had banned Aemma from attending the lessons for two weeks. Today was the first day she was allowed to see her dragon Terrax and her betrothed Aemond. She couldn’t decide who she was most excited to see.

“Sister! Wait up!” She paid no attention to her brother’s cries and instead sprinted harder. It felt like a million years but when Aemma finally burst through the ancient wooden doors, the worries of earlier almost perished. Almost.

“About time.” Aegon was standing proudly, his little brother stuck in a headlock. Aemond was ashamed for his love to find him like this. Aegon always took pleasure from proving his strength over the smaller boy.

“Knock it off Aegon!” Aemma was carefree as she bounced down the stairs laughing and fake raising her sword at the oldest. Aemond’s heart ached at the sight. Gods how he had missed that smile.

“My little dragon. Be careful with that. It’s much bigger than you.” Aegon snorted at the girl before moving to stand beside Jace who had entered the Dragonpit last, and out of breath.

“You would know, dearest uncle,” The snarky comment was an obvious reminiscent of Aemma forcing Aegon to his knees at the last tourney, and Aemond laughed loudly at the memory.

“Careful brother. You forget yourself.” Aegon’s warning was too low for Aemma to hear as she danced to the opening of the pit, desperate to catch a glimpse of Terrax. Aemond heard it all too clearly, however, and was silenced. The dragon keeper berated them for their careless demeanour and the children were quick to fall into line. Standing beside Aemond, Aemma sneakily squeezed his hand.

“Long time no see.” She quietly teased. Aemond wished to smile at her, but his brother’s cruelty was still on his mind and he simply stared ahead. He did not wish for her to see the fear in his eyes. Aemma spent the whole lesson trying to capture her betrothed's attention, but his eyes never looked at her. Not once.

“Zaldrizo aoho syt aeksio sagon ao bevilza, darilaros nuhys.”

“You must hold mastery over your dragon, my young Prince.” The dragon keeper translated his master’s old Valyrian tongue. Watching as Jace struggled to tame his dragon. Aegon turned to Aemma.

“We should be in advanced classes.” He winked at her and threw his arm around her shoulder. Watching his brother freeze up made the action all the more satisfactory. Aemma, feeling rejected by her closest friend as well as still battling the trauma of her mother’s childbirth, simply leant into to Aegon and allowed herself to be comforted by his warmth.

“I do not know why they don’t just let us fly while the boys practise.” She agreed. The two often bonded on how easy they found it to claim the large beats. Aemond was still without a dragon and Aemma knew better then to bring up the subject with the boy. He was envious of them both. He hated his brother sorely. Aegon seemed to have everything he desired, except for Aemma. For that, Aemond found endless relief. The thought of anyone else being with his future wife was torture, and the idea of his brother was a million times worse.

“I do not know why you are even in these lessons brother.” Aegon teased. Aemma punched his shoulder and pulled away from him. That was the end of that moment.

“You must hold mastery over your dragon, my young Prince. As Prince Aegon has with Sunfyre.” The satisfaction of the master’s comments on Aegon’s skills were as clear as day on the young prince’s face. Aemma just chuckled before shuffling closer to Aemond. She tried not to show her hurt when she felt him move away. She did not know what she had done to deserve such a cool reception after so long apart.

A lamb was bought forward for the dragon to feast on, and she quickly looked away in discomfort.

“It is nature Aemma. It will starve if it does not eat.” Aemond’s tone was cruel as he rolled his eyes and Aemma looked at him sadly.

“It does not mean it cannot be sad.” She hated hearing the cries of the animals before it’s slaughter. With a soft sigh, Aemond instantly focused on only her. Pulling her closer, he allowed Aemma to bury her head in his shoulder and block out the scene before them.

“Grow up Aemma.” Aegon snorted and ruffled her hair. The sound of Vermax breathing out the dragon fire and the screams of the dying lamb made Aemma shudder. Aemond was too focused on her to miss the look between the three other boys.

“Why are you so mean today?” Aemma mumbled. Aemond knew it was not aimed at Aegon.

“I did not sleep well.” He lied before running his hand down Aemma’s spine. He took pleasure feeling her shiver from the touch.

“Perhaps a gift shall lighten your mood.” Pulling his brother away from Aemma, Aegon walked Aemond forward with a grin. Both Aemma and Aemond peaked up in interest.

“What is it?” Aemond tried to feign disinterest but quietly reached for Aemma with anticipation. Perhaps his brother was going to apologise for his cruelty after all these years.

“Something very special.” Luke was hyped up and Aemma found his happiness adorable. Surely my littlest brother will not do anything mean to Aemond, she thought.

“You're the only one of us without a dragon.” Aemond did not need Aegon’s reminder and had to stop himself from rolling his eyes.

“Indeed.”

“And we felt badly about it, so we found one for you.” Aemma’s stomach dropped and she tried to pull Aemond back to protect him. She knew it was impossible to simply come across a wild dragon. But Aemond’s need for the creatures made him cast aside his intelligence, and instead found himself unable to think.

“A dragon? How?”

“The gods provide.” Watching the shadows, the children stepped forward to see little Luke pulling a large pig on a rope. It had large fake wings and Jace and Aegon doubled over at the sight. Their laughter echoed around the empty stadium and Aemma couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at the sight of Luke leading such a large pig. However, the moment she saw Aemond’s defeated gaze, she jumped to attack.

“You are all cruel! Aegon! Jace! You need to grow up! And Luke! I am so disappointed in you.” Her lecture was heard with only louder laughter, and Aemond glared. He did not need her pity.

“Be sure to mount her carefully. First flight's always rough.” Aegon let out a mimic of the pig before running off with Jace and Luke. Aemond and Aemma stood quietly side by side.

“I am an idiot.” His confession brought tears to his eyes but Aemond breathed deeply and stared down at the dark pit before them. She could not see him weak. It was unbecoming.

“You are kind. You do not expect people to lie. It is no fault dearest Aemond.” With the other gone, Aemond allowed Aemma to pull him into a hug and smooth down his hair. It often felt like she was the only person who truly cared to comfort him and he was always grateful.

“I do not understand why I don’t have a dragon.” Aemma knew what was about to happen. It was the same thing that always happened when Aemond was reminded that he was the only one of the children to not claim the fearsome creatures. Following his gaze into the shadows before them, she let out a sigh.

“I am tired. Let us not today.” It was a useless suggestion.

“Then do not come.” With that his feet moved forward, and her feet fell in line with his.

“You really must stop this.” She followed him.

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"They say you screamed for Sir Harwin to hit him harder.” Your mother’s glare had never been so frightening. Lost for words, Aemma began tapping her foot and staring out the window. She had cheered on Sir Harwin in the training yard yesterday when a fight between himself and Sir Cristion Cole broke out.

She could not stand the way Cole treated her brothers. Treated herself. Treated her mother.

“He deserved what he got. He knew what his words would suggest. After a heated duel between Aegon and Jace, Harwin stepped up to protect us. He was doing his job as my loyal protector and Sir Crispin had to go and imply it was like the love of a father.” Aemma could not understand why her mother would think it bad that the stupid knight got what he deserved. He was cruel and boring. Everything Aemma hated.

“There are already... malicious lies about Harwin Strong and our family. This is only going to propel our enemies to further push their lies.” Rhaenyra pinched her nose before standing straight. She began to glide back and forth across the room, panicked.

“Mother...” Aemma was soft with her voice as she slowly walked closer to her mother.

“Don’t.”

“I do not care. Truly. But you need not keep your secrets from me.” Of course, Aemma knew. Just like her oldest brother knew. But it did not matter and they would both defend their family to the very end.

“I needed... Aemma. My little love.” Pulling her tightly to her chest, Rhaenyra tried to place all the love she had for her daughter into this hug. Aemma should have known something bad was about to happen.

“I needed to make a move. I needed to make sure the power stays with us.” She continued her sentence and stared directly into her daughter’s eyes.

“How did you do that?” Frowning, Aemma tried to think of the possible move. Could her mother has bought the upcoming marriage to Aemond closer, to combine our two families quicker? Her heart jumped at the thought and a smile began to slowly form.

“I have asked to make arrangements for your wedding.” Aemma couldn’t help the grin.

“Oh! That is okay! I do not mind that mother.” She couldn’t help but start giggling. A blush began to form in her cheeks and for those few seconds she pictured perfectly the marriage she had dreamed of for so long. She needed to see Aemond as quickly as possible.

He must have heard her thoughts.

“AEMMA! LET ME PASS! AEMMA! SISTER RHAENYRA!” The sound of Aemond yelling outside the door made both women jump. Rhaenyra tried to grab Aemma and continue her speech but the doors to the study flung open and Aemond fell inside, red faced and out of breath.

“Prince Aemond.” Rhaenyra bowed her head slightly and pulled her daughter closer towards her. Aemma was too caught up in her day dreams to register their faces. She did not see the pity on her mother’s face nor the sorrow on Aemond’s. She just saw herself walking to the end of the aisle to meet Aemond as her husband.

“Please do not give her to him.” Aemond begged. Rhaenyra swallowed her guilt and straightened her back.

“The offer of my eldest daughter to your mother’s eldest son is to further our Targaryen bloodline and to have Aegon as King beside my daughter when I die. It will have the two first-borns in an equal position of power. My father and your mother understand the importance of this and that is why they also agreed to my offer.” Aemma’s heart had never crashed so hard. Her tears were instant and she looked to her mother in shock.

“You... What did you do?” She stared in shock at her mother and tried to stumble towards Aemond. He reached out but Rhaenyra pulled her daughter back and shook her head.

“It is a curse to be born into such an ancient family like ours. It is both your duty to do what must be done to secure the safety of the family line. I understand this is a shock. But you will come to realise it was the only option as you grow.” Aemma couldn’t help the sobs that left her mouth.

“Mother! Aegon is cruel! Aemond... Aemond is to be my husband. Please.” She begged her mother, holding onto her sleeve and weeping. She heard shuffling behind her.

“Please sister. Please I beg you. Let me wed your daughter. I will pledge myself to you. I will do anything you want. Please.” Turning to look, Aemma cried at the sight of her love kneeling before her mother. His hands were clasped and his eyes downcast. She saw the tears fall from his face.

“Please.” He repeated. Rhaenyra sighed and her heart broke for the two children. But that’s all they are. Two children who would grow out of love for one another as the years pass.

“You will learn your duty to your houses my children. Today marks the start of such education.” Sliding her hand over her daughter’s hair, she was pained to see Aemma flinch.

“Mother...”

“Sister...”

“You shall marry Aegon this coming spring.” Rhaenyra cut them both off before swiftly walking past them and exiting the study. The two heartbroken children fell into one another and clutched each other tight.

“I will not let them. He cannot have you.” Aemond shook with emotion. A mix of rage and despair overwhelmed him and he could not breathe. When his father had stood before Aemond and Aegon to tell them the changes to Aemma’s betrothed, Aemond had cried out. Aegon had simply laughed.

“We must find a way.” Aemma looked straight into Aemond’s eyes and they both stared.

“Let us escape. We can find a boat at one of the docks. Pay a fisherman to smuggle us to the free cities. We can leave tonight.” It was a desperate plea but a thought Aemond had many a times. He often dreamed of taking Aemma away from his family, his brother, and being able to be with her on their own accord.

“We could bring some gold.” Aemma sniffled. She had often had the same thought.

For two hours the crying children clutched each other and planned their daring escape. That night, with their bags pack and their faces covered by their cloaks, Aemma and Aemond met by the observatory. They would stay hidden in the shadows and no one would see them. Aemma would whisper to her dragon to meet her across the other side of the ocean. Aemond would look to his siter’s room and give a final wave as she stared out her window at the bugs below. Cutting off their past, they would escape with just each other. Nothing would get in the way.

Sir Cristian Cole found them before they made it to the dining hall.

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theship-thewalrus · 2 years

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the third time's the charm {3/3}

ser harwin strong x fem!reader

twice you have tried to confess your love to ser harwin, you could only hope the third time's the charm

word count: 1585 words reading time: about 12 minutes warnings: fight, mention of injuries and blood

part 1 part 2

3rd attempt

A part of you was overjoyed Rhaenyra was getting married, she had been so hesitant to for years and seeing she has finally chosen to marry put your heart at ease. But another part of you worried for her, what could possibly make the woman who was so set on not marrying anyone change her mind? You may never know or she may tell you one day years from now. Only time will tell.

The wedding feast was more than you could dream of, people from all over the realm came to dine amongst the royals. Many of the houses baring gifts and good fortune to the soon-to-be happy couple. You watch as numerous Lords and Ladies stand at the front of the table where the couple and their family sat. Baring gifts and smiles, joking with each other as though they were old friends. But there were few others who were more spiteful, their pride being wounded to see they were not chosen to wed the heiress. Their words were more spiteful and full of venom but not daring to say anything of ill intent towards them. No matter how much they thought it.

Despite your thoughts, Rhaenyrs seemed somewhat pleased at the feast, dancing and chatting with the guests. It seemed so unlike the woman you have served over the years. Clearly, something had been done to tame the wild dragon that seemed to be caged in her body. You only hoped with the marriage you would not be forced to go to many places. Travelling was something you enjoyed but it seemed to only make for more work to be done in unfamiliar places.

Sitting at one of the various long tables that have been set up for the guests you scan the hall. Yet your eyes are drawn to Ser Harwin, whose own eyes were already looking at you. Your body began to grow hot under his stare, your cheeks no doubt being dusted in a light blush. It was embarrassing how a simple look, that you are positive meant nothing, could do this. Feeling like a schoolgirl caught looking at her crush you cast your eyes downwards onto the plate of food in front of you.

Although it did not last long as the dancing began and you were whisked off to join. Laughing as you flowed around and passed others dancing, your partner seemed to continually change throughout the song. But all the partners you danced with never stuck around for long, until Harwin slid into the open space your last partner left. A smile graced your lips as you continued to move to the beats of the song, praying you are still in time with the music.

"How are you finding tonight, my lady?" Despite the loud chatter and loud music, Harwin's voice seemed to cut through it all. Between the twirls and movement of the song, you answered, hoping your voice also had the ability to cut through the background noise. "Wonderful, I am so happy Rhaenyra has found someone she, at the least, tolerates." You joke slightly, your eyes drifting from his as you ensure you are not about to run into anyone. Though you did hear him laugh slightly as well.

"Well her uncle just cut in to dance with her. So I assume tonight is going to get much more entertaining." He muses, your expression morphs into one of shock as you try to look around for the pair. Seeing you struggling to set your eyes on the pair of white-haired royals, Harwin carefully moved your head in the direction they were. Your senses seemed to hone in on the light touch, feeling his rough fingers from training, touch the smoothness of your chin. "There they are." You could only focus on the pair for a moment before all you could think of was his hand once more. It seemed his eyes were trained on you, as when you looked back at him he was already staring at you. Gathering whatever courage you had you spoke.

"I wanted to te-" Yet fate seemed to like to toy with you as a distressed scream ripped through all other noise. Heads snap to the source of the scream and the music stops. Frantically looking back to where you last spotted Rhaenyra you see she is no longer there. The ever-moving crowd most likely engulfed her and moved her from place to place. "Rhaenyra?" You call forgetting all about Harwin and what you wished to say to him. Your focus shifting to the well-being and safety of your friend. Pushing through the outer bodies of the crowd you were able to get through before you were overpowered by the number of bodies moving in all different directions. You faintly hear your name being called by Harwin, before you are shoved to the ground.

There was far too much going on at once for you to make sense of it all. The sound of shuffling feet and painted breathing was the main thing you heard. The angered cries and sickening crunches of bone were something that sounded off in the background. Each attempt to stand again is met with an elbow or hand to the face or a part of your body. A cool liquid dripped down your face, leading you to believe one of the hits had injured your nose. You were positive you looked worse for wear on the floor, bleeding from your nose, hair sticking out in all sorts of places, most likely bruises from various other shoves. Realising there was no use in trying to stand you try to crawl out of the sea of legs, or at least to Rhaenyra if she too found herself at the mercy of the crowd.

You once again hear your name getting called before you feel a set of strong hands pull you from the cool floor of the hall. Your eyes land on Harwin for only a moment, not long enough for you to say anything before you are swiftly picked up and carried through the crowd. You don't think you have ever been so thankful to see the man in your life. Glad at least someone thought about the life of a handmaiden and decided to save her.

The sounds of the hall grow distant as you are carried through a set of doors and down a hallway. Finally, your feet connect with the ground once more, but Harwin still had a firm hold on your shoulders. His eyes wildly looked over the damage done to you by the hands of the scared crowd. If you had been paying attention you may have even caught the fear and worry in his eyes as he took in your wounds. But your body was still rushing with adrenaline, not allowing your mind a moment of rest thinking there may still be a lingering threat. It all seemed to stop as you were pulled into Harwin's chest, his arms snaking over your frame to keep you close to him.

For a moment you soak in the affection, your arms coming up to wrap around him as your body recovers from the rush. But your mind did not seem to want you to rest as Rhaenyra enters your mind again. Pulling back from his chest, the best you could with his arms still around you, you look up at him in shock and worry. "What about Rhaenyra? What if she is still there in the crowd? What if she is hurt? I-" "I don't care about Rhaenyra! I care about you!" His loud voice cuts you off, it taking a moment to process what he had said.

"Look at what happened to you, your nose is bleeding, your hair is a mess, you look like a scared animal. When you left my side and ran into the crowd I was so worried. Did you not think, for even a moment, what would happen to you? You are hurt because I was too slow to save you. I should've stayed by your side and protected you, instead I simply watched." The anger in his voice was not directed at you but instead at himself. Blaming himself for the harm that was caused to you, as though it was done by his own hand. Instead of saying anything you simply looked up at him in shock.

"But why would you care for me, I'm just a handmaiden?" came your question, not yet catching onto his feelings for you. A frustrated huffed passed his lips as he looked down at you. "Because... Because I love you." the words rang in your head over and over again. He loved you? Impossible. All this time he held the same feeling you held for him? Impossible. This was not just a joke? Impossible. But it was possible. He puts you above everyone else, no one coming close to your own importance to him. You both stood in silence for a few moments, waiting to see what the other one would do. Your hands softly move and cup his face, bringing it down towards you as you place a soft kiss on his lips. You feared if you tried to tell him your own feelings you would once again be cut off. And you wanted his moment to last forever, to commit it to memory. That in years you'll be able to look back at this moment as though you are there again. For you loved him more than words could say and in return he loved you.

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buckybarnesb-tch · 5 months

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I am Yours, You are Mine -Aemond T.

This is an A/B/O fic. You have been warned.

Everyone knew, they had always known.

It wasn’t hard to figure out from what I assume, my mothers children are all boys with brown hair and brown eyes, I have white hair and purple eyes. Everyone knew my older brother Jace and my younger brothers Luke and Joffrey were Harwin Strongs children and just like that, everyone knew that I was the daughter of Daemon Targaryen.

Laenor hadn’t been able to give my mother a child and I looked nothing like him, Daemon however…I’m told I’m the spitting image of him. So while I am technically a bastard, I’m also full Targaryen, so I was never treated like it. I was born only 5 moons after Aemond was and therefore was raised with him in a way, as we grew up his older brother Aegon and my older brother Jace got close, at least closer than they were to us and Aemond got picked on a lot. He didn’t have a dragon, and while I didn’t either, everyone knew to leave me alone, whether it was because I was a girl or because I was Daemons daughter I don’t know. My father is the only current Targaryen Alpha in the world and that made people so much more terrified of him than they already were.

Most people in the world present as Betas, it’s normal and no one really thinks twice about it, an Alpha however is a blessing from the Gods. He will be stronger, and tougher, and defend your family better than a Beta can, at least that’s what people believe, an Alphas instincts being so much stronger than a Betas, the only presentation stronger still is an Omega, and an Omega is considered a blessing from the mother herself. Presentation happens around puberty but usually you can see certain traits in children to tell if they will be anything other than a Beta, my mother believes I will be an Omega because even with a father like Daemon I’m quiet and sweet, always the most submissive in the room which for a Princess is a good thing.

Aemond and I spent more and more time together as we got older, him being shunned from the group with his older brother and mine, along with Luke who followed them around like a puppy and didn’t mind getting pranked once in a while. Aemond was the smartest of all of them, he enjoyed learning, and training, but most of all, he had no dragon. Neither of our dragon eggs hatched and the both of us bonded over that, and I always tried to make my uncle feel better when they had been particularly cruel, like the day they gave him a pig instead of a dragon. We skipped dinner that night and sat together in the library for hours just talking. He was my best friend, and my closest ally in the world, we made promises to always be there for each other.

The promises of children never seem to last though…even if the children weren’t the ones to break them.

After Joffrey was born mother moved us back to Dragonstone, me kicking and screaming, clinging to my uncle who held me just as tightly until our mothers gave up. We had a small second of hope as I wrapped my arms around his neck and he held me to him so tightly it almost hurt. That’s when our mothers called for their guards and we were yanked apart harshly and I was carried all the way to the ship that would take us home.

We weren’t apart for long after that, my fathers wife dying in childbirth brought us back together for her funeral. As soon as I saw him I pulled away from Jace and ran to Aemond who held me close and breathed in my scent as I did his, it was a comfort that only we seemed to give each other. I stayed by his side holding his arm while everyone spoke about Laena, saying kind words about a women I barely knew while my “father” stood in the ocean below, crying for the Gods only know how long.

Aegon was with us for some time, watching the maids and being his normal vile self and eventually we were alone, speaking as if no time had passed at all. That moment as we sat on the steps talking would be one I regret for many years to come, watching Aemond as he gazed at Vhagar. I knew my uncle wanted a dragon, more than even I did and I told him he should go, as the sun went down and people filed inside to bed, I encouraged him to mount her while he had the chance. 2 hours later I was awoken to a knight running into my room to check on me and seeing I was in bed and fine. I followed him downstairs to my mothers relief, Luke was bleeding from the nose, Alicent was angry beyond belief and my uncle and best friend sat with a maester stitching his eye up. I moved to his side quickly, taking his hand in my own and holding it tightly, allowing him to squeeze it as he got stitched up and everyone continued screaming. I didn’t care for the politics, I didn’t care for the threats, or insults, only that my favorite person sat beside me maimed and my brothers had done it. I stayed by his side for the rest of the evening, even as the maester gave him milk of the poppy to be able to sleep, snuggling into his chest and feeling his arms around me as he slept soundly and all the while I felt sick to my stomach knowing that what Jace had said to me when I hugged my mother had been completely true… ‘This is all your fault’

I was taken from Aemond’s bed late in the morning, he had awoken to eat and been put back to sleep, all the while clinging to my hand. My mother took us home immediately, we went back to Dragonstone and so did Daemon who quickly married my mother as soon as Laenor passed.

Jace and Luke were quick to blame me for everything, knowing that I had encouraged Aemond to mount Vhagar, maybe if I hadn’t he would still have his eye and I wouldn’t have had to leave again. Maybe Rhaena wouldn’t despise me for “helping to steal her mothers dragon” even if I don’t believe you can have claim to a dragon if it hasn’t chosen you. Jace and Luke spent all their time with Baela and Rhaena and I was left alone, not wanting to be near my brothers to hear about how much they and Aemond despise me, how the only person I had ever truly loved besides my mother wouldn’t even write to me anymore no matter how many times I wrote him apologizing. My mother and father were the only people I ever spoke to anymore, Daemon practically claiming me as his own even if he couldn’t “officially” do that and I learned that being alone is better for everyone, especially once I presented. Jace, Luke, Baela and Rhaena had all presented as Betas as expected but I was “blessed” to a life as an Omega, suffering through my heats alone in a locked room, only maids to bring me food and try to relieve my pain which never worked.

I was 15 before I was truly blessed with anything in my life, out for a walk by myself, having escaped my guard and stumbling upon a dragon. The Grey Ghost was a name given to a shy, pale dragon, one I never hoped to even get a glimpse of in my life and I suddenly had, his eyes locked on mine as if waiting to see what I would do and so I reached into my bag to get the bread I brought with me and the fish I planned to cook on my little adventure, tossing them to him and watching as he snubbed the bread and ripped the fish apart. I had sat down on a boulder, watching as he ate, assuming this would be the only time I would ever see this elusive creature but it wasn’t. He had laid down to nap after eating and the next day he sat at the same spot as I brought him an even bigger fish. That went on for nearly 2 weeks of me bringing him food and talking to him before he approached me and allowed me to touch him, letting me mount him after that. I kept him away from the pits, away from everyone who only saw him when I went flying, knowing he was just as comfortable around people as I was, which was not at all. I even had all of my riding gear dyed as close to his color as I could, making it truly impossible for anyone, even another dragon rider to find us in a cloud bank. Daemon was impressed, believing it was a useful skill, especially for an Omega to be able to hide like that. Life continued on like that until Corlys’ injury, resulting in all of us needing to return to Kings Landing to fight for Luke’s inheritance. I was less than enthusiastic about going but my mother forced me onto the ship.

In Kings landing once again I was stuck with Jace and Luke as mother and Daemon wanted to go see Grandfather, forcing me to follow them to the training yard that I hadn’t seen since I was a small child. Everyone’s attention was on a fight in the center of the yard and I pushed between Jace and Luke to be able to see, seeing Criston Cole fighting a young man with an eye patch and knowing instantly that it’s Aemond, and that he is winning, dodging the mace repeatedly before his blade was at Cole’s throat and I ducked behind Jace and Luke, catching a very strong Alpha scent as I did and feeling my stomach twist into a knot.

‘Nephews. Have you come to train?’ He questioned and I knew they were no where close to as good as he is, he would kill them. They had continued training but not very much and Aemond is clearly quite passionate about it. ‘Niece, lovely to see you again…or smell you I should say, and what a lovely scent it is. Hmm?’ I blushed darkly, not moving from behind my brothers until Jace turned and pushed me to walk back the other way.

‘I would stay close if I were you sister, wouldn’t want to be alone with him, would you?’ Luke teased and I wanted desperately to strangle the cocky little bastard but the last time I had hit him I’d given him a black eye and made him cry like a bitch, mother made sure I knew Omegas should never be violent, especially when they’ve been trained by Daemon and could make a man feel emasculated enough to be murderous.

I sighed, rolling my eyes and following them inside, finding my room as quickly as I could and locking the doors. I sat on the windowsill and stared out over Kings Landing, seeing a dip in the clouds and knowing my dragon had followed us, it was a comfort in case I needed an escape and knowing my family, I definitely will.

I stayed in my room until my mother came to get me, walking all of us together down to the throne room where I stayed as close to my father as I could, feeling men’s eyes on me, flinching from one who leaned in to smell me making my father turn and glare down at him, the man moving to the other end of the room quickly. I held onto his belt as Otto Hightower spoke, feeling eyes on me and knowing Aemond was staring as well. That same Alpha scent was back and my stomach felt like it was quivering as the wonderful smell assaulted me. My attention was only drawn when the doors opened to reveal our grandfather looking rough…half dead honestly as he walked into the room, stumbling up to his throne, Daemon helping him as he dropped his crown and leaving me exposed with no one to hide behind until he came back. I watched on, thoroughly entertained as Vaemond shouted about Luke and Jace being bastards, and actually couldn’t contain my snort as Daemon cut off his head though as expected nothing happened to him and Luke keeps his inheritance.

‘Now, if we’re through with this useless event, I think we can-‘

‘Actually my King, if I may?’ Otto asked, approaching the throne and mumbling something to him quietly.

‘Are you sure? Rhaenyra! Why was I unaware of your daughter presenting as an Omega?’ The King asked and my blood ran cold, Daemon pushing me completely behind him.

‘She was not ready for every noble man in the kingdom to be vying for her hand Father, I was protecting my baby. I apologize if you think I’ve hidden it from you but that was never my intention.’ She explained.

‘My girl, this is wonderful! Otto is right, there’s no need for anyone to look for a husband when we have a perfect Targaryen Alpha right here. Honestly I always did believe Aemond and Y/n would end up marrying, they were so sweet when they were babes.’ I backed away from Daemon, moving around the crowd and moving towards the doors the maids use to get to the kitchen quickly. ‘My son, you will take Y/n as your wife, do you have any objections?’ The King asked and I waited a moment, waiting for him to start yelling, or begging to get out of it…but he didn’t.

‘It will be my honor Father. Thank you.’

‘Well then it is settled, there will be a wedding, right here tomorrow night-‘

‘Tomorrow?!’ My mother exclaimed.

‘I’m a sickly, old man Rhaenyra, I would like to witness their union before I pass on. You can afford me that, can you not?’ He questioned and I knew my mother would cave at that as I got to the door, pushing it open quietly.

‘Father, I would like to request one thing. Since it must be such a quick wedding, I would like to do it in the traditional Valyrian custom.’ Aemond asked and I took pause.

When we were children we discussed just this, we talked about how we would be married one day and I told Aemond that I wanted to do it right, in the old customs. Since the day I learned of the traditional wedding I thought it was beautiful and I wanted it more than anything, Aemond promising me the perfect wedding. The idea that he remembered and even cared enough to request such a thing brought tears to my eyes.

‘I don’t see why not, I leave it to my wife and daughter to sort out the details with the bride and groom.’ My mother and the queen? And they want me in the middle of that? Fuck no.

I turned, leaving out the door, quickly running down the corridor and into the kitchens which were busy making dinner, allowing me to run through quickly and out another side door. I just made it to the gardens and down the steps, hiding in the bushes when a guard rushed out after me. ‘Princess! Princess! Your mother demands your presence!’ He shouted, running into the garden while I crept out and down the side of the castle. One good thing about growing up in a castle, you learn how to get around quickly and unseen.

I looked up to the sky, hoping to see my dragon, knowing exactly what he looks like now that I’ve spent so many years by his side and on his back. ‘Come on Ghost! Where are you?’ I questioned, getting down the stairs to the front of the castle, peeking around the corner to see many guards and I quickly moved around the wall and past the gates to the plaines where I knew Vhagar rested by the water. I kept far away from the resting place of the nearly 2 centuries old dragon and whistled, seeing the grayish white color separate from the clouds and dive down towards the ground, landing just ahead of me and just as he nudged his giant head into me in greeting a voice stopped me.

‘Byka Zaldrīzes!’ I froze, knowing only my uncle had ever called me that. He had since we were kids and I was trying to comfort him when he was upset about not having a dragon. My child brain figured, I’m a Targaryen, I can be your dragon and it made him laugh so hard he couldn’t breathe. He called me Little Dragon ever since. ‘Where are you going to go?’ He asked, not yelling…not even seeming angry.

‘Home…’

‘Going home already, and I didn’t get a hello or a goodbye. I admit, I had hoped for a different reaction.’ He stepped closer, Ghost growling but not doing anything more as I shushed him to keep him calm. ‘You used to be excited by the prospect of us being married.’ That wonderful Alpha scent came over me again and I could no longer deny that it was him I was smelling, though deep down I knew it was. ‘You can’t even look at me?’ His voice held more emotion now, upset at the idea I couldn’t face him.

‘Please Aemond, please stop this? You don’t want to be married to me, there’s no point in whatever you’re doing…’ I told him, turning to face him and I couldn’t deny how beautiful he is. I had always found him cute but he had become incredibly handsome the past 9 years.

‘You dare tell me what I want? You?! After all of this time?! I have always wanted you Y/n and I always will, nothing will change that apart from you telling me you no longer love me and that my face is too much for you to accept as your Lord Husband.’ My eyes widened and I took an unintentional step forward.

‘Aemond, you are beautiful, you always have been! No scar changes that, and it could certainly not change the way I feel for you-‘

‘Then why do you run from me? Why have you spent 9 years not answering my letters? Why do you find it so hard to look me in the face? Why-‘

‘Because it’s my fault!’ I shouted, unable to take his questions anymore. ‘Because if I hadn’t encouraged you it wouldn’t have happened, no one would have fought, you wouldn’t have lost your eye! It’s my fault! And Jace and Luke, they tell me all the time and I don’t want to hear how much you hate me! I don’t want to hear you lie and tell me I ignored you, I wrote you every day for months! You never responded and I don’t think I can handle hearing how much you hate me Kepa…I can’t…’ the tears were now streaming down my face like crazy and as I reached to wipe them away he grabbed ahold of my wrists, forcing me to look at him.

‘You think I blame you?’ His voice was so soft it actually startled me. ‘Y/n…first of all I never got letters from you and I’m realizing you didn’t receive mine either which I’m assuming was your brothers but Gods Y/n! I have Never blamed you for that night!’ His face was so serious and hard I knew he wasn’t lying.

‘Never?’

‘Not for one second! You are the only one who gave me any kind of comfort, everyone else was either scared or angry, but you just held me. I loved you so much in that moment I thought my heart would explode! Waking up next to you in the morning, in so much pain, but you were there to make me feel better…then you were gone. My Little Dragon was gone and I couldn’t even speak to her, and now I come to find out you’re carrying guilt that has never been yours to hold! Your brother did that, not you, Luke! He chose to pick up that blade and slice my face, not you! And Vhagar was no one’s to claim, she chose me and I chose her, and yes you helped make me feel better about it but I was going to go to her no matter what you said…please let go of that guilt, my Princess?’ I nodded, sniffling as he let go of my arms and used his thumbs to wipe my eyes before leaning close and pressing his lips to mine. ‘You’re mine Byka Zaldrīzes, all mine!’ He swore, kissing me again, harder this time and pulling me flush against his chest. ‘My Little Dragon is going to be my wife, the mother of my children, my perfect little Omega…Fuck you smell amazing!’ He groaned, digging his face into my neck and inhaling deeply.

‘That’s enough!’ A deep voice shouted and Aemond jumped but I knew exactly who it was.

‘Father, you ruin everything.’ I teased and he just smiled as he got closer, Ghost rumbling in irritation at how many people are here now, seemingly willing to deal with my Alpha and that is all. ‘Did you take my letters?’ I asked and he instantly looked confused.

‘What?’

‘The letters I wrote Aemond, and the letters he wrote me, we never got them. Was it you? I am asking you despite the fact that you’re the least likely…I’m going to kill Jace…and Luke.’ I told him and he seemed irritated.

‘If they really did that, then they will be punished, I assure you. However right now, we need to get you back inside and help your mother plan a wedding.’ I hesitated but nodded my head, moving to follow Daemon and he turned to walk away as well just as I pulled away from Aemond and climbed onto Ghost.

‘Y/n, what are you doing?’ He laughed.

‘You think I’m going to mediate our mothers? Not gonna happen, by this time tomorrow we’ll be married or they’ll be dead, but I won’t be in the middle. Bye father!’ I shouted, hearing Ghost rumble. ‘Sovēs!’ I commanded before he leapt into the air and began climbing towards the clouds. ‘You saved my life, you know that?’ He screeched and I snorted. ‘Not really I suppose, but it wouldn’t have been fun…at all.’ We stayed like that, flying contently over the clouds for several minutes before Ghost seemed agitated and I turned to see the shadow of a large dragon above us causing me to push Ghost down before seeing Vhagar behind us, Aemond laughing while Ghost complained. ‘Not Funny Kepa!’ I shouted, diving after him as he turned to land on a nearby island.

‘I like it when you call me that, Princess.’ He told me as we both got our feet back on the ground.

‘Really? I would have thought you would hate it. My father does, it makes him feel Old when my mother uses it.’ I laughed and he just snorted, laying out his jacket for me to sit on so I could be comfortable.

‘He is nearly 20 years older than your mother, of course he hates it. When you say it, it just excites me.’

‘Hmm, well then I will refrain. Wouldn’t want to excite you too much, would we?’ I leaned into his side and he wrapped his arms around me, Vhagar laying down behind us and Ghost wanting to lay his head on my lap but I wouldn’t let him with Aemond here too.

‘I knew you would be a perfect little Omega, I just knew it. So perfect Y/n, and all mine.’ Aemond’s nose trailed through my hair and I loved the feeling.

‘Not yet Kepa, you need to wait to say that until we’re married-‘

‘Are you going to tell me that you belong to someone else, Omega? Because I will remove their organs.’ He threatened. ‘I’m already keeping myself from killing your brothers so save yourself more problems. If any man has dared put their hands on you-‘

‘Aemond!’ I exclaimed, laughing as he went on his tirade. ‘No one has touched me! Jace tried once when I went into heat the first time but I smacked him so hard his ears rang for a week. I love the possessive attitude but no one has touched me.’ I teased him, giggling as he trailed his nose over my scent gland, groaning.

‘Good, because I would’ve killed them. I told you before, you’re all mine Byka Zaldrīzes, Alphas pretty little Omega.’ His lips wrapped around my scent gland, sucking on my neck and making me cry out. ‘Oh, such sweet little sounds you make for me, my good girl.’ He teased, pushing me onto my back and laying over top of me, arm circling my waist. ‘I’ve waited so long to have you under me like this, to have to wait one more day is torture.’

‘You will survive Kepa, no one will keep us apart again…I am yours, and you are mine. Forever.’ I trailed my fingers up his jaw to his cheek and removed his eyepatch, dropping it to the ground and taking his face into my hands, his eyes closing as I held him.

‘Should they try, I will set this whole world on fire my love. No one will dare take you from me again.’ His voice was firm and fiery, every bit the Dragon that he was always meant to be.

As he leant down, I turned my head and let his lips touch my cheek. ‘We’re not yet married Aemond.’

‘Surely you can afford me a kiss, we will be married by this time tomorrow, don’t make me wait to kiss you one moment longer.’ I had to giggle at the way he made it seem like a life or death situation. ‘I had your first when we were only 8, I would have your last before you’re married.’ His fingers trailed over my cheek as I blushed a dark red before I leaned closer and felt his lips on mine. They were soft and warm as he held me close. I touched my fingers softly to the scar under his eye, hating that he had had to suffer so much pain and I couldn’t even be there for him, or even write to him. ‘I am sorry this is the face you must look at for the rest of our marriage, I-‘

I glared up at him and flicked his nose hard before he could finish speaking. ‘You will not speak ill of the man I love that way! Do you hear me? I care very little about a scar, I’m just sorry that I could not stop it.’

‘Little Dragon-‘

‘All this scar shows me is how strong and tough my husband is. It tells me that I will be safe in his arms and bed, and that our children will never know the feeling of danger…I love you Aemond.’ I could see the unshed tears in his eye that I knew he would never let fall and I pressed my lips to his again.

‘I love you Y/n. You are mine, and I am yours. ‘

For everyone who asked me for more Aemond content as well as those who asked for more Alpha/Omega fics.

I hope you liked it, cause I loved writing it!

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starogeorgina · 6 months

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Broken bonds

Paring: Ser Harwin Strong/reader

Warnings: Swearing, child birth

Notes: Like most of my stories, this was written during/after a nightshift, so I apologise for any spelling or grammar mistakes. Thanks to everyone who's kept up with broken bonds so far; I'm so excited for the next part, which catches up with the show!

2.07

The sound of metal clanging together echoes throughout the yard as knights train. You watch proudly as your husband wins each training match without another knight's sword even scraping his armorer.

“The young ones are very taken with Ser Harwin,” your father chuckles watching as Vaegon watches the training mesmerized.

You smile at your father and squeeze his hand, which was covered by a leather glove. Whatever infection your father had spread to the bones in his hand, causing him to become seriously ill, to the point he almost died, but a maester chosen by Rhaenyra managed to save your father's life by cutting off two of his fingers to stop the rot from spreading. Aerion sat on the opposite side of you, his head resting against your side. He had become a lot more clingy recently; you just put it down to his age and the slight jealousy of the new baby coming. You smooth Aerion’s hair, feeling content not only watching Harwin continue to win but also the interactions between your sons and their grandsire.

You focus back on the training yard and notice Harwin looking behind you with a darkness in his eyes that you hadn’t seen before. You look over your shoulder to see Criston Cole standing smugly. Aegon had let slip that the knight had called yours and Rhaenyra’s sons bastard in front of himself, Aemond, and Helaena. Something that infuriated Harwin more than yourself

Each time you returned to the keep, it became more and more toxic.

—

You try your best to focus on your sons, who were staring up at you curiously, and not on the pain developing in your lower stomach. Vaegon had been excitedly telling you that his dragon, Nightmare, now had silver appearing underneath their black scales when you first felt the pains begin.

“Is that so?” You say this, forcing a smile.

You had sent your lady-in-waiting to look for Harwin some time ago; he had gone to greet his sister Cassandra, who had come to stay before traveling to Dragonstone on boat with her brother and your sons. However, it seemed that they may miss the birth, as you suspected your labor was due to start shortly. You were supposed to be leaving in the morrow to Dragonstone, but you couldn’t wait any longer; as soon as your husband arrived, you’d need to leave. Just as you consider sending the knight standing guard in the hallway outside your quarters to go find Rhaenyra, Harwin bursts through the door.

“Vaella!” He rushes to your side and asks, “Is the baby coming? Should I send for the maester?”

“Maester?” You chuckle, placing your hands on the lower back. “The maester and midwives who will be delivering this baby are already on Dragonstone. We need to go to them now.”

“My love, we cannot possibly travel whil-”

“Do as you wish, husband, but I am going to the dragonpit. This baby will not be born here.” You place the palm of your hand against the wall to help keep your balance as the pain intensifies, making sure to smile at your sons so they don’t become scared of seeing you in pain. You let out a deep puff of air. “You can either fly on dragon back with me or go by boat with the boys.”

Frustrated by your stubbornness, Harwin calls his sister, who you hadn’t even heard come in. “Cassandra, look after the boys. I need to let Princess Rhaenyra know we are leaving immediately. She will take care of getting you and the boys to Dragonstone.”

—

As you walk along Harwin’s side, he takes a peek at you from the corner of his eye. You lick at your lips and say, “I know what you’re thinking, and absolutely not.”

You were being more than stubborn now; you were being outright difficult because you’d lost your sense of reason, but you knew Harwin would reach a point where he’d no longer listen to you. After a few moments, Harwin puts a comforting hand on your arm, stopping you from walking any further, and you turn to look up at him. He gives you a small shake of his head and says, “I can’t watch you suffer.”

From the moment Varos arrived on the island, Harwin insisted he carry you since the shooting pains in your stomach were getting closer together, but you refused. “We aren’t much further, plus I’m far too heavy.”

Despite your protests, he picks you up in bridal style and carries you the short distance to the castle. Harwin was the strongest man you knew, but you were still afraid the weight of you would be on too much for him, but you are proven wrong when he didn't even break a sweat by the time you reached the castle entrance.

—

“I can't do it!” Your voice trembles as you’re overwhelmed with pain.

You clutch the blood-stained material of the nightgown you’d changed into so tight that your knuckles turn white. Your contractions had lasted nearly a full day before you dilated far enough for the midwives to announce you were fully in labor. The only positive from your labor being dragged out was that the rest of your family had arrived on time.

“It won’t be long now,” Rhaenyra says, “and this will be over soon.”

Rhaenyra sits by your side, holding your hand as Cassandra dabs at your forehead with a damp rag. Exhaustion had almost overtaken you on several occasions, but your sister and sister-in-law had been the strength that you needed. Your husband had been long sent out of the room. The moment Harwin noticed the blood running down your legs, he started to sway on his feet, and not needing the distraction of panic from him passing out, the midwife in charge ordered him to wait in the next room.

“One more big push.”

You feel as if all the air is sucked from your lungs as you scream louder than you ever have before, bringing your new baby into the world. All the pain you’d suffered was worth it the moment your screaming newborn was placed in your arms.

“It’s a girl princess,” the midwife says before waving to someone to fetch more towels.

Tears of happiness spring to your eyes. “Healthy?”

“Healthy as a horse princess.”

“You’ve no idea how happy I am to meet you, my precious girl.” Smiling, you kiss her on the nose. “Can someone tell Harwin the baby is okay? But please don’t tell him it’s a girl.”

Cassandra places a hand on your shoulder. “I’ll go get my brother.”

Rhaenyra kisses the side of your head, “I’m so proud of you. She’s so beautiful.”

“Thank you." More tears fall from your eyes. “I promised Vaegon and Aerion that they could pick a dragon egg once the baby was born. Could you take them?”

“Of course,” she says, kissing you one last time on the cheek before leaving to get your sons.

Just like her brothers, your daughter had thick, dark hair. You accept a wet cloth from the midwife and gently start to clean her face. It doesn’t take long for the afterbirth to pass, and shortly after Harwin comes into the room,

“My beautiful, strong-willed wife,” he says with the widest smile on his face. “May I?”

You nod and gently hand her over to him. “It’s a girl.”

His face lights up. “A girl, our baby girl.”

Your lady-in-waiting uses the opportunity to fuse over you, fluffing up the pillows at your back to help keep you up right. She reminds you to rest and drink plenty of fluids over the next few days. You thank her and insist she finishes for the night.

You reach for his free hand and link your fingers with his. “I’m sorry I was so stubborn.”

“It’s one of the many things I love about you.” He kisses you on the forehead. “Have you decided a name from the ones we picked out?”

“No, I think you should pick it. It’s only fair since I picked the boys names.”

Harwin lets go of your hand and sits down on the bed beside you, his free hand now wrapped around your waist, while the other holds your daughter carefully. “Ada,” he says, “Ada Strong.”

—

Laying in your bed, you cradle your newborn gently, breastfeeding her with a smile on your face. Across the room, Harwin is slouched in one of the chairs with Vaegon and Aerion on either side of him. Your sons had picked out the perfect pink egg to place in the cradle with their sister, but they had both fallen asleep long before they got the chance to actually meet her.

Just as your daughter stops feeding, the door to the room opens and Rhaenyra steps in, doing her best to remain quiet. “I heard my niece has a name now,” she whispers. “Ada, I believe?”

“Harwin chose it.”

She pulls up a chair and sits beside it, watching as your daughter closes her eyes. Once she’s asleep, you put her in the crib, which is a short distance from your side of the bed.

When you turn back around, you see that your sister's eyes have glossed over. “Rhaenyra, what is wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong; I’ve just been thinking that you should stay here.”

“What?”

She tucks sweaty strands of hair behind your ear and says, "You belong here with your family.”

“But Dragonstone belongs to you, Rhaenyra,” you point out. “Besides, you are my family. I don’t want to be apart from you, Jace, and Luke.”

“I can’t change my own fate, but I can change yours. I wish for you to stay here. I don’t want the greens digging their claws into your sons and dripping poison into their ears. You’ve always wanted to live here.”

“Rhaenyra,” you say sternly, but quickly lower your voice when you notice Harwin stirring. “I’m not going to leave you on your own in court, not again.”

You don’t even realize you’re crying until Rhaenyra wipes your tears away with her thumb. Softly, she says, “I’m the elder; it’s me who should be looking out for you.”

“I won’t leave you.”

“Very well, as heir to the throne, and your future queen, I commanded it. I command that you stay on this island with your husband and children. Dragonstone has always been your home, Vaella,” she presses her forehead against yours. “We will only be one short dragon ride away from each other.”

“I will miss you.”

“We could see each other every day if we wished. I just want to know that at night you’re safe and away from all the badness at court. I’m doing this because I love you.”

“Will you stay here with us for a while longer? I don’t want you going home just yet.”

She nods. When Rhaenyra hugs you, tears fall freely from your eyes, but not because you are sad. Raising your family on Dragonstone was a dream come true, minus being apart from your sister. Of course you’d miss seeing your father and Aegon everyday, you imagined you’d fly back to the keep every couple of days to see them. But for the first time in years, you felt your mothers presence, you felt her in the warmth of your sister.

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misguidedasgardian · 8 months

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The White Dragon (45 FINALE)

45. Kept Promises

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Summary: you get to enjoy everything you worked so hard for

Pairings: Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader, many OC X Other OC characters

Warnings: cursing, birth, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs, talks about past war, might miss some warnings

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 2,3 k

Notes: Can’t wait this is it, a story I’ve been writing for almost a year! a story that was so cherished and commented, and even TRANSLATED! wow, it is mindblowing, thank you all who have read it so far, this was my first HOTD story, and it won’t be the last, it certainly will be the longest though hehe, well enjoy it!

3 years later

“What am I supposed to do without you?”, you asked lazily, as Cregan smiled back at you

“Keep reigning beautifully as you had done so far”, he responded, as he sipped on his chalice of wine, he was going to go back North Tomorrow, spending three years as your hand, and in the capital, refusing every time you offered to take him up there in Dragonback, “You are going to name…?”

“Aemond”, you responded, “as my hand, he has been here by my side, I think is time”, he nodded

“Very well”

“You will be missed at court”, you said gently

“Is that the way you yourself say you’ll miss me?”, he teased, “I need to go home, with my children, RIckon is growing up without his father and, my daughters too, they need me”

“I know”, you said, “we will be fine, I had some practice over this three years”, you said with a shy smile

“Well, let’s attend this feast you organized in my honor”

Tomorrow you were going to lose your first hand and your very best friend, but it was time, and you had been very selfish to keep him this whole time, when at first he was only going to stay for one year

You walked alongside him throughout the Keep

“I’m going to miss this place”, he said, as you looked around

You passed by Steffon, training the new Queensguards and soldiers in the courtyard, you passed by the God’s wood, were Saera, your ten year old daughter was reading with the Septas in the garden, and Vaegor was in his class with a maester

You walked side by side with Cregan

“What about Daeron?”, he asked then

“He is in Oldtown, I gave him my blessing to marry a distant hIghtower cousin, and he sends me letters regularly, so he is settled”, you said, relieved.

You even passed by the small Sept, within the castle’s walls, and there she was, Alicent, who had taken the cloth, she was reading the seven pointed star, the religious book, she barely noticed you passed by, and you preferred it so, you didn't want to disturb her

“She asked me permission to go to Oldtown to see her son, I think she wants to stay there, I told her yes”

“That is smart”

“I know I have been taken her counsel, is wise counsel, I hope she wants to come back, I’m losing all my counselors”, you said with a shy smile

“You will be fine”, he said, “so now I understand, I acted like the devil in your shoulder, and she acted like the little angel”

“Something like that”

You even walked towards the battlements, the higher places of the walls around the castle, and there he was

“My Queen”, he purred, kissing you swiftly in your lips, you giggle like you were a little girl, Harwin was as big as ever, maybe more snow in his head, but he was as handsome as ever

“Are you getting everything ready?”, you asked

“Indeed I am”, he said, “I will leave tomorrow and you will follow a week from now”, he said, “and we will be free enough to go home even if its only for a moon”, you smiled and nodded

“Oh right, I leave and you start neglected your duties”, Cregan mocked

“Yes, sure”, you said back, “Aemma could give birth every day from now”, you said with a wide smile, “we want to go home”

“I thought she was in Dragonstone”

“She decided to have the child in the Whitehall”, you said, smiling softly

“Great”, he said

“We all will gather, my whole family, under one roof once again”, you said, Rhaegar is coming from the North, with his family”

“Sara included?”

“Indeed”, you said, “Karnax had grown massively, they will probably fly down here, and it won’t take them two months”

“What a marvel is to travel in Dragonback”

“Riding dragons is the best thing ever”, said Harwin looking back at you, so seriously you wouldn’t believe he was being a dirty man, you slapped him on his chest

“Haha”, you mocked

“Your Grace”, you looked back to see Aemond walking towards you

“How is the planning for the reconstructions of the slums of Flea Bottom going?”, you asked him

“That was what I came here to discuss with Ser Harwin”, he said with a shy smile

“I’ll leave you to it”, you said, “and after this, you are free to go to the Whitehall”, you said back

“After we say goodbye to the Lord Hand”.

“I will see you all at the feast”, you demanded, and you left Cregan there and kept walking alone through the walls, towards the sea

Aemond and Aemond had been here, by your side all these years, after you, not officially, had decided to name them both your heirs, that way, they will be eased into the huge burden of ruling the seven Kingdoms

But Aemma, with a child in her belly, had decided to go back to Harrenhal to live her first pregnancy at peace, accompanied by her big brother, Helaena, and her sweet nephews, and Aemond went back and forth, it was a couple of hours journey on Dragonback

And as you looked to the Narrow Sea, you thought about the long journey that took you here, that made you Queen of the Seven Kingdoms

You missed your family, and the way things would have been, if only… if wasn’t for Otto HIghtower’s greed

You would be a huge family, three times as large, more powerful, the greatest dynasty, and even though you had won, you wished you didn’t need to play the game in the first place

But it was too late now

Things were as they were and you couldn’t change them.

you enjoyed a huge feast in the name of your Lord Hand of the Queen Cregan Stark

And everyone was there, representatives of all the great families,

And the next day, you said Goodbye to Cregan at the harbor, with your two youngest children by your side

“Anything you need, I’ll be a raven away”, he said to your ear as you hugged him tightly

“Same thing here”, you whispered

And then, he was gone

As was Harwin, and you stayed in the Keep, to make sure your small council was ready to run the Kingdoms while you were gone. Rhaenys was in, so you certainly knew everything was going to be alright

And when you were getting ready to send out the royal statement that the taxes were going to lower in preparation for the next winter, you received surprising news

“Your grace, we got news from Harrenhal, King consort Harwin is there, princess Aemma is in labor”

You and Aemond ran through the Keep and to the Dragonpit, you had to go and arrived as soon as you were able, to ask your dragons the impossible

. . .

“It hurts papa!”, she cried, and he shushed her gently against her temple

“I now my sweet girl, I know”, he holds her tightly against his chest, wiping the sweat of her forehead with his big hand, “I know, breathe for me, my girl, breathe”, she did as he told him, breathing heavily

“Mmmmm AH!”, she screamed, threatening to crush her father’s hand under her tight grip

“Fuck!”

“HERE I AM!”, screamed Aemond, storming into the room

“Where the fuck have you been?”, Aemma and Harwin screamed at the same time, “fucker I hate you for doing this to me!”, Aemma added between contractions, “I have been at this for hours!”

“She is all yours”, said Harwin.

With a last kiss to her sweaty forehead, Harwin left the room, leaving Aemond to accompany his daughter

“How is she?”, you whined, arriving too panting for the run you had just performed

“In pain, but very energetic”, said Harwin, “she is going to be fine”, he said hugging you tightly

“You are the best father ever”, you whispered, hugging him back

“Prince Rhaegar and his lady wife Sara Stark are here your grace”, said one of your Queensguard who had been here keeping your children safe, you only nodded

“Please stay still, my love!”, you heard through the hallways, and then there he was, your son, holding his two year old daughter in his arms, who was so fuzzy, Sara held her baby daughter in her arms, as she was already pregnant again

“Welcome my loves”, it had been a while since you saw your child.

“Oh, let me see her”, you cooed, grabbing the newest addition to the family, “hello you”, she was so beautiful, and as you held your granddaughter in your arms, you were reminded of your own children and when you held them for the first time

“Look Harwin”, you whispered, looking down at the beautiful baby girl, with pitch black air and purple eyes

“Let’s go see Maekar and Helaena”, before you arrived to the great hall, you were received by the twins, who greeted you happy to see you, and led you to the family hall

A more personal space, designed only for you and your family, with comfortable spaces and long chairs for all of you to see

There they were, Maekar, holding in his arms the little boy Helaena gave him, a silver haired, green eyed boy, who they named Baelon

“Mother”, he greeted, hugging you tightly, they all greeted each other, and you, with already one grandchild in your arms, sat down as Helaena sweetly placed your other in your other arm, they were so tiny and cute

“I love them so much”, you whispered, Harwin sat by your side, to also enjoy his grandchildren

“Gods woman, we are old”, he chuckled in your ear, and you laughed

“We are not old Harwin, only seasoned”, you said

But the evidence that age was catching up to you was right there, and as you looked around, and saw four of your five children, and their two spouses, and their own children, two of them in your arms, you smiled so widely.

Harwin took Erena, Rhaegar’s daughter into his arms

“Apa! Aba!”, cheered Gilliane, Rhaegar’s oldest, and you accommodated her between you both as well

And you spend the next few hours waiting on Aemma

And then finally your queensguard entered the room

“Princess Aemma gave birth to a healthy baby boy, your grace!”, he said, even he couldn’t hide his smile, “both are healthy and strong!”

Everyone cheered

One little baby that one day was going to sit the Iron Throne

Harwin and you entered the room first, and there they were the two new parents, with their bundle in their arms, and that look in their eyes

Your daughter looked beautiful, her loose silver hair, her sweaty face, that was the one of a woman now

“Mama, papa, meet Aerion”, she introduced. A small silver haired boy with amethyst eyes

“Nice to meet you”, you cooed, leaning in to kiss your daughter in her forehead, “you did so great my sweet sweet girl”

“thank you mama”, you whispered

“Let me see the little guy”, said Harwin, accommodating by your side

“Good job my sweet”, he whispered to his daughter.

“Congratulations Aemond”, you said softly, and he smiled thankfully

“Thank you”

After so many years, and so many things that happened, people that came and went, people that were always there and were never coming back, and people that went away too soon

It took you long years but you finally managed to fulfill that promise you and Harwin made to each other.

Once many years ago promised you were going to return home, with all your children, and finally you had

Even if it was temporary, even if it was for a little while…

All your children and grandchildren, together, under one roof

You wished you could stay like this forever.

. . .

Another year passed, yo had made Aemond your hand, and Aemma and little Aerion were back in the capital, so you decided, with their line secured and then already taking responsibilities within the Kingdom, you summoned them in the entrails of the Red Keep

With Balerion the black dread as a witness, the Valyrian steel dagger of the Conqueror in the fire, you looked at both of them in the eyes, and grabbed their hand in yours, and squeezed reassuringly

“I will tell you both about the Dream of the Conqueror”, you began softly, “the song of Ice and Fire”

Reader and Harwin lived happily ever after, he the ever supporting husband, he stopped being Lord Commander of the city watch, and just stood and supported his wife until his death in 171 AC, Reader survived him, for 9 more years, passing in her sleep at 69 name days

Aemma and Aemond succeed her, reigning together, following the legacy of “the conciliator come again”. having two children, a boy Aerion, and a girl Aerea, who would sit the Iron Throne together after them

Maekar and Helaena lived together in Harrenhal with their children, Jahaerys, Jahaera and Maelor would later return to the Keep to be a part of court, while Helaena stayed at the white Hall with Maekar and their own children, who continued the legacy of House Strong

Rhaegar and Sara had beautiful daughters together, and by the side of Cregan they kept the North safe and united, also with Cregan’s son Rickon.

Saera stayed in court by her mother’s side

Vaegor wanted to travel the seas, so you let him, Corlys and Rhaenys took him under his wing, him and Lucerys were little pirates in training

The funeral pyre of the first Queen of the Seven Kingdoms was the greatest they had ever seen

People from all over the world made the journey to Harrenhal, to witness it, as the great White Dragon lit the fire that sent her rider to the next life.

Vhaelar, the White Dragon, the wild dragon who only had one rider, took to the skies after, to never be seen again.

Goodbye

Alright, I don’t know how else to celebrate the ending of this story that I have been writing since OCTOBER 2022, it’s bananas! almost a whole year!

It was my first Hotd story, and the most inspiring one. There was a time I even posted one chapter a day because I couldn’t stop, and readers wrote to me at every turn, to ask me things, and suggest some more, and I LOVED what I felt with so much interaction.

Well, finishing this story means something HUGE for me, really, it’s the longest story I have written, and I can't even believe I’m finally finishing it.

And believe me when I tell you this came out so different from what I hoped and what I wanted to write in the beginning, but in the end, I'm so pleased and satisfied.

I want to thank everyone who read this story, and give you my eternal love

Anyways, thank you all, and the sentiment of relief I’m feeling right now, to finish something so long and that I’ve worked so hard on, I’m having mixed feelings, relief, but sadness that is ending… anyways

Thank you all, love you

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frankcastleonlyfans · 2 years

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Hey! could you elaborate this part of 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄 Part 1 "Daemon would teach them to befriended with the Velaryon boys, and pick on Alicent's kin." in an imagine/oneshot, please?

I personally loved this drabble. I wanted a chance to work on Daemon's "questionable" side, because we know that there's no good people in the asoiaf universe, and this is it. Anyway, I know this is not what you wanted but I hope you like it 💓 Here's Daemon Targaryen freely bullying children:

this happens months before aemond loses his eye.

Daemon noticed how close to the greens his children started to become, and it bothered him. He knew they were just children and wouldn't be seeing evil in someone's actions, but he also knew better, and Alicent's children are not to be trusted.

Alyssa played with Aegon more than she should to her father's liking. In fact, she shouldn't be playing with him at all, just like she promised Daemon, years ago. Aegon had charisma, and that was dangerous. Daemon's kids were easily fooled by his nephew's sense of humor. Fortunately, he never had to worry about Aemond, who was too introverted — and an asshole — to play with anyone but his sister Helaena.

Rhaenyra would be staying in King's Landing for a while, and Daemon thought it was the perfect chance to make his kids see Alicent's kin with other eyes. And Jacaerys and Lucerys absolutely adored their uncle. They thought uncle Daemon was fun, and had many things to learn from him. They looked at Daemon with the same admiration they had for Ser Harwin.

So he gathered the boys on the training yard, where was expected of Ser Criston to teach them all. Daemon thought it was a good idea to be their instructor for the day. There was no one to supervise him, and he'd the one supervising the children. Torment the green boys would be a piece of cake.

"Aegon, you're the oldest between them." Daemon stated, "So take your sword and try to attack me."

Aegon looked around, searching for someone.

"Wait, are you talking to me?" The teenager questioned, frowning.

Daemon snorted, "I don't know, Aegon. Am I?"

Daemon attacked the boy without giving him time to think, just act. Aegon's sword blocked the move.

"Nice move. To think you can actually do something right, and not be completely useless like your brother," Daemon teased, looking directly to Aemond.

The elder prince moved again, attacking the boy-prince quickly this time. Aegon couldn't defend himself, so he fell on the ground before letting himself be lacerated by Darksister's blade.

"Too soon. You're just as useless as your brother. Jacaerys, come here and show him how it's done."

"Yes, uncle." Jace stepped forward, smirking, and looking at Aegon fallen in the ground.

Daemon's strategy was based on humiliating the green boys, and inflate his boys' ego. Once they thought they were better than Aegon and Aemond, they'd start bullying them. It was for the best.

So he took easy on Jace and Luke. Both of them were pretty strong in their moves, and Daemon was quite impressed by the precision of their strikes. They were just children, so of course if he wanted to, he could knock them out effortlessly. But they were having fun, and actually learning something. Luke swiftly improved his base, and Jace discovered he was better using his body in combat than sword fighting.

"Rhaegon, Aemond, I want you against each other." Daemon declared.

Daemon knew what he was doing. He knew the envy, the hatred, the bitterness inside Aemond's chest, something that could be simply triggered in Rhaegon's presence. Aemond would try his hardest to harm the prince's son, but the Rogue Prince knew that Rhaegon would do anything to impress his father.

Aemond and Rhaegon shared the same age, thirteen years old. Rhaegon could be taller than the other prince, but Aemond was experienced in melee combat, and was really good for a kid at his age.

"The first one to fall on the ground or disarm the opponent, loses." Daemon stated.

Aegon chuckled, "Don't embarass me, Aemond."

"More than you already embarrassed yourself? I couldn't." Aemond rolled his eyes and picked up his sword.

"You got this." Jace said to his cousin, squeezing his shoulder in reassurance.

"Go for his legs." Luke suggested, "I'm sure you're faster than him."

Daemon observed the boys interacting between themselves, the difference was obvious.

The dispute started at his command. Rhaegon attacked first, but Aemond blocked and used his weight against the other boy. Their lilac eyes met as their swords crashed, and Aemond howled, kicking the other prince away. Rhaegon almost lost his balance, but his feet danced, spinning across the ground, and he posed balacing his weight in his estructure.

"Are we dancing now?" Aemond mocked.

"Oh, shut up. You couldn't dance if you wanted to. You can't do anything right, can you?" Rhaegon teased, his sword swung in his hands, aiming for the other prince's legs, "I bet Alyssa could knock you out."

Aemond groaned loudly, constantly attacking and being blocked, until Rhaegon's back met a wall and Aemond had him cornered.

"Trying to impress daddy, aren't ya? You're reckless just like him." Aemond said between gritted teeth

"At least my father knows my name." Rhaegon passed under the Aemond's high attack and pushed his back, making the prince fall.

Daemon proudly watched the Velaryon boys celebrating his son's victory. Aegon mocked his own brother fallen on the ground, and Aemond burned in anger. The seed of chaos had been planted, his work there was done.

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imagines-all-day-everyday · 2 years

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insolence

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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