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𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬
Paring: Harwin Strong × reader
Warnings: Swearing, hints of violence
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Not letting you out of answering, Harwin repeats the question, tucking your hair behind your ear, and softly asks, “Vaella, my princess, what has you so upset?”
A soft chuckle passes your lips. “You sound more like my sworn protector than my husband when you call me that.”
It was foolish of you to think you could have possibly snuck out without waking your husband when you returned to the bedchambers. Harwin was waiting on you, and seeing your trembling lips and swollen eyes, he insisted you sit while he sent for herbal tea to help calm you down. The room was cold, but the sweat was dripping down your forehead because of how stressed out you had become.
“I swore my life to you; being married doesn’t change that.” Harwin grows more concerned; he crouches down so he is on level with you, “And you are a princess, my princess. So please, tell me what happened.”
You felt so ashamed and disgusted with yourself for letting Criston think he could get close to you. Teary-eyed, you look up at him and say, “Cole kissed me.”
His breathing came hard and fast, and you could tell Harwin was trying to control his anger.
“After I held a blade to his throat.”
Profanities you’d never heard your husband utter before spill from his mouth as he struggles to control his rage. Eventually Harwin squeezes his eyes shut and tilts his head back slightly, letting out a deep sigh. “Why did you threaten him with a blade? Did he harm you?”
“I did it to protect Rhaenyra and her sons.”
“Protect her from what?”
For the first time in years, you struggled to find your voice. Every fiber inside you was screaming to tell him the truth, but it wasn’t your secret to tell. You feel sick as you decide what to tell him. May the gods forgive me for breaking a promise shared between kin. Quietly, you say, “He knows who Jacaerys' real father is."
“It’s him, isn’t it?”
You nod.
“The rats in the red keep have more honor than that insufferable Cole.”
You lean back in the chair. “Are you crossing with me?”
“I’m not cross,” he says, clicking his tongue. “But Cole is dangerous; he could have attacked you.”
“I know, I let my anger get the better of me and cloud my judgment. If I’d known he would have reacted that way, I would never have. I should never have confronted him without you.”
Harwin reaches over and runs his knuckle gently over your bump. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Usually Harwin’s jump between his anger at others and his softness for you would melt your heart, but right now it only aided your guilt. You've been keeping another secret from your husband, and the weight of it has been bearing down since he arrived in the red keep. You feel overwhelmed with emotions and wish you had confided in him sooner because the burden was starting to weigh heavily on your heart. You know that you can't keep hiding the truth for much longer, but the fear of his reaction makes you hesitant.
“Vaella, whatever it is—”
“The greens have been saying troubling things about your brother,” you blurt out. “I overheard the queen saying Larys orchestrated the death of Ser Richard.”
You study Harwin’s tense posture as he stands, feeling guilt seeing the tension he’s holding tightly in his face and the rage in his eyes. You reach for his hand. “My love?”
His eyes soften when he looks at you, but his anger doesn’t shift. “It’s late; you and the baby need to rest.”
“Harwin?”
He leans down, kissing you on the forehead. “I don’t want you to worry about any of this anymore; I’ll take care of it.”
Seconds later, you watch the door shut behind him, and hot tears squeeze from the corners of my eyes.
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The tension in the air was thick as you sat around a table placed in gardens. You had insisted on it being outside since the fresh air would do you father good, despite Alicent protests.
Ser Lyonel was struggling to remain tight-lipped as his gaze was fixated on his son, while Harwim remained quieter than normal, no doubt to avoid a public argument with his father. Your children were not the wiser and were happily playing with your nephews nearby.
As you butter scones for your father, you say, “I received a gift from Pentos this morning, a gorgeous red gown.”
Smiling fondly, your father says, “Daemon has always known you’re a proud Targaryen.”
He was right; even as a child, you represented your house by proudly wearing red most of the time. It was only after your mother's death that you began wearing more blue as a way of honoring memory and your house, Arryn.
“And here I thought it was because the red resembles Caraxes.”
“Daemon was the one who picked up your dragon egg and placed it in your cradle the day you were born.”
“I always assumed you or my mother did.”
“Your mother hated the mere smell of dragons,” he laughs. “And after Rhaenyra’s egg never hatched in the cradle, I assumed yours wouldn’t either.”
It was when your father revealed information like this that you somewhat understood Daemon's frustration, as he, as a king ruling in the name of House Targaryen, should be doing the most to uphold your family's traditions. “Well, I shall most certainly wear the gown next time I see my uncle.”
The tension had eased slightly and normal conversation resumed, but not until Alicent approached the table with one of the Cargyll knights beside her.
Your father smiles at her warmly, and while Harwin and his father stand to greet the queen appropriately, you remain seated.
She presses her lips into a thin line. “I’ve just come to inform his grace that Ser Erryk will be standing in for my sworn protector for some time.”
Raspy breaths rumble from his chest as he looks up at her, confused. “Where is Ser Criston?”
“Ser Criston had an accident during the night and is currently suffering from several broken bones. He will be on bed rest for some time.”
You place a hand atop Harwin’s hand, discreetly covering his bruised knuckles, even though you assumed everyone aside from your father had heard of the brutal fight between the knights during the hour of the owl. He was called Breakbones for a reason after all.
As your father asks more questions about the 'accident', you notice the look of fear in Ser Lyonel’s eyes.
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As you finish writing a thank-you message for Daemon and Leana, you feel the familiar cramps in your belly that you would always start experiencing at this stage of pregnancy. Knowing there wasn’t much else you could do for the aching, you decide to take a bath in lukewarm water to ease your discomfort.
Your lady-in-waiting helps you undress and fills the tub with water. You step into the soothing warmth and feel some of the tension slowly leaving your body.
As you soak in the tub, the warm water lulls you into a peaceful sleep. You don't realize how long you've been dozing off until you wake up, shivering to the bone. You find yourself submerged in cold water, and you quickly stand up, now wide awake.
You hear a knock on the door, and your husband enters the room. Harwin notices that you’ve gotten out of the tub on your own and tuts, “You must be the only princess who doesn’t take advantage of the help she can get.”
“Harwin…” You cut yourself off, feeling a sharp pain in your lower back. You let out a deep sigh. “Fuck, that hurts.”
He steps closer behind you and places his large hand on your lower back. “Here?”
You nod.
Harwin begins to rub your back, saying, “You don’t usually get back pain until you’re further along.”
You huff, “I’ll speak to the maester when we return to Dragonstone; perhaps I’m more pregnant than we think.”
You’ve hardly had any time alone with your husband to discuss anything that was revealed the night before, but just as you open your mouth to bring up Larys Harwin, she says something that sends shivers across your body.
“My father has asked me to leave for Harrenhal with him tonight.”
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coaxed you into paradise
Chapter One: Brown Eyes.
Description: Saera Targaryen was her father's forgotten daughter. Years following her marriage with Ser Harwin Strong, she catches him in an affair with her sister and seeks solace in the arms of her uncle. Not realizing that the consequence of their affair is just as dire as her sister's.
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SHE COULDN'T remember the day she fell in love with Daemon. Only that the fall was a glorious one. Perhaps there was an allure in something clandestine, how they'd both live of stolen glances and crave each other's touch at night.
There was a thrill in something that you cannot have. "Should I give you a kiss before you leave?" Saera jokes as Daemon begins to put on his armor. He wasn't a bulky man, but you could see that he had muscles — his nose was defined and his eyes were lilac purple.
"What thrill would I have from something I am entitled to?" he replies as he pecks her lips gently. It would be another eon before they meet again. She sighs under his touch and leans into his embrace. "I will miss you," she whines as he chuckles lightly.
He'll be in Driftmark, meeting his future wife — Laena Velaryon. The next time he'll return, he'd be a married man. But not untouchable — not when his heart still belonged to the woman inside Saera Strong.
"I'll miss you more," he replies as he presses another kiss to her forehead. She reaches for his shoulders, and allows her hands to touch the coldness of his armor. "When you come back," she starts as she meets his eyes.
"You'll be a different person, but I'll still be the same. The same loving, the same passion..." she ended as his arms slowly crept onto her neck. He presses another needy kiss unto her temples, "Your father should've allowed me to take your hand in marriage." he spat as she laughed.
Her white locks blowing with the wind. "My father listens to no one, and sees no reason. You should've stolen me, and made me your wife." she retorts as she plays with the corners of his metal armor.
She pleaded for him to take her. It was her wedding with Ser Harwin Strong — and every night after that, was one filled with the darkest of regrets. "Now you'll have to leave me alone. With my husband who defiles our vows every night, with my sister who doesn't know any better." she tries to persuade him but he smiles at her softly instead.
The Velaryons and The Strongs were more valuable as allies rather than enemies. He places a hand on her cheeks, as his lips shudder in regret. "You must be strong for me, Saera. Dragons do not cower under flames." he pleads and she nods.
NEWS OF RHAENYRA'S labor reached far and wide. Soon enough, the entire realm was celebrating — and feasts were being scheduled here and there. Saera could see that Harwin was nervous, her brain knew the reason why — but her heart couldn't believe it.
Rhaenyra's children were sired by Ser Harwin. It was evident in the way he paced and constantly rambled with Ser Leanor. "Harwin, it seems to me that you are more worried that the-father-to-be." Saera remarked sarcastically as Harwin halts.
He scratches the back of his neck and she rolls her eyes. "I'm not nervous, Saera" he responds softly as he sits down beside her.
They've been married for 5-years, they've loved each other for 3, not once has she fallen pregnant with his seed. In her eyes it seemed like the Gods would not grant them a child together for their union was a sham.
"Well, you should be. My sister is giving birth to her heir." she replies coldly and he raises his eyebrows. She looks away from him, until she feels him sitting a few centimeters closer. She could feel his hot breath on her neck, and he places a hand on her lap.
"Have I done anything wrong?" he questions while Saera bites her lips. She turns and smiles, "I'm sorry, I'm probably worried about Nyra." she lies and he nods and places a kiss on her face.
SAERA BITES BACK A GASP as she exchanges a confused stare with Queen Alicent. "He is a handsome young boy," King Viserys smiles as Prince Jacehaerys coos lightly. Even a blind man could see that this child wasn't Ser Laenor's.
Harwin smiles from behind his wife as they both stared into The Young Prince. He had the brownest honey eyes that pierced into Saera's soul. As if the baby was mocking her, laughing at her inability to carry his father's children.
"He is adorable," Saera breaks her silence as Rhaenyra stares at Ser Harwin. They both felt a little guilty about the ordeal. "Thank you, sister." Rhaenyra smiles as she offers Jace. "Would you like to hold him?" she offers and Saera scowls.
Was she trying to shove it deeper in Saera's face? That she fucked her husband behind her back? "No thank you," she declines as she gathers her gown and excuses herself from the room.
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Harwin Strong Drabble.
Harwin Strong x Betrothed!OC
Prequel
The aftermath of a jab from Princess Rhaenyra may cost Harwin his betrothed and childhood companion.
“I wish I could turn you back into a stranger.” Mayanne choked out. Shame on the behalf of her betrotheds’ actions coursing through her. She felt humiliated, she did not know who this man who stood in front of her was anymore.
Pathetic was the only word to describe him, arms awkwardly at his side like a boy caught stealing lemon cakes from the kitchens, eyes downturned. He could not even look her in the eye anymore. Once, she loved him like a brother but there is only so much humiliation a woman could take. This man in front of her could not be the lordling who accompanied her to her lessons with the septa when he was not busy training, and definitely not the same Harwin who professed his love for her a stuttering mess under their favorite weirwood tree.
This man has scorned her for the entire seven kingdoms to see. Bearing Princess Rhaenyras bastards and having no shame, making Mayanne a cuckold against her will. She had held in her doubts for far too long, the arrogance of Princess Rhaenyra at supper has set off the already ticking time bomb. “How dare she question my virtue!” Mayanne exclaimed, less directed towards Harwin and more to nobody in particular. Mayanne sharply turned away from the man in front of her, her entire body rigid.
Mayanne paced around the room impatiently, flailing her arms about, screaming at how unfair it was, and calling Rhaenyra and Harwin every insult under the moon. Harwin had never seen his Mayanne so undone, he sucked in a breath as he feared that he has pushed her too far this time. He reached to comfort her, a simple hand upon her shoulder. He had never been so cautious around her before, always sweeping her off her feet without warning or pulling her into a secure embrace even in her most vulnerable state. Harwin never felt like he could not touch and comfort his Mayanne however he saw fit, but things had changed. Mayanne was no longer his.
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HAND OF THE QUEEN
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Aalya Crow, first daugther of Emrald Crow and Elisha Frey, lady-in-waiting of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen. Also know as: cateye, smartest woman of the Seven Kingdoms, Hand of the Future Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, former lover of ser Harwin Strong, Owner of Nothing.
During the Dance of the Dragons, Aalya became a really important piece as a strategist for the Blacks, being herself one of the most loyal to the Princess and her children.
She became the princess dearest friend, it was usual in the Red Keep to see them walking by the corridors and sneaking out of the castle at night, always followed by the giant shadow of Ser Harwing Strong.
"How hard they loved and how hard they fell"
CHAPTER I
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by @imh1ll
Eternal love
SER HARWIN STRONG X FIANCE READER
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summary : you both fell in love who would have expected the gods to have a different idea .
au: Hi everyone i'm back again , and i watched HoD and i want to write ff with Harwin , if you have any idea write in comment . Thanks for supporting my account. I sobbing after written this ff with Harwin.
" You both fell in love . He did not expect such happiness to meet him, he wanted to protect you at all costs . When you tell Rhaenyra you are getting married she is so happy."
You both were so happy , today was your wedding . Today I look so beautiful like a god , but when you wake up you feel strange . Harwin was so happy and nervous to see you . You both dream about this day. He was so happy at this wedding , calling you wife and touching your body and kissing them. Everyone has come . You got married and when Harwin sees you he smirks and feels so happy.
" You look so beautiful y/n"
" Thank you Harwin "
You were both happy, you danced. It lasted for the best.
" I love you y/n " he smiled softly.
" I love you Harwin " you smile softly.
You dance a lot , and have fun . He is just waiting to kiss your soft neck and protect his wife. Rhaenyra came to your wedding and she was so supportive . Everything feels like a dream ,you marry someone who loves you with all heart and soul. Being Targaryen is not easy , but your father Viserys accepted this marriage . You're uncle , sister and father with his wife Alicent came. When you think Rhaenyra came to you.
" How do you feel about being married y/n?"
" I'm so happy to marry someone I love " you smile softly, hugging your sister she is hugging you back.
Your sister went to dance with your uncle , Viserys accepted this marriage , because he loves his daughter. You dance a lot tonight and laugh with your family and husband. What could go wrong ? When everyone dances while you are standing, look at your sister and see how she smiles when suddenly you felt a warm liquid you looked and it was blood . Your husband is running to you, everyone stops dancing.
" Y/n !" Harwin looks at you and the wound.
Your sister starts screaming to help , your father shows who did this . You look at your husband trying to be still alive.
" Y/n please stay with me " He held your belly , blood was everywhere .
You can't protect her .
" H-harwin " you touched his face .
" In the next life we meet again, don't cry." you try to smile. "
Your body had filled with blood to help it, it was too late . Harwin screams holding your body . Rhaenyra when she sees her sister die she cries because she knows you love Harwin that's why she helped you to get accepted to this marriage. He held your dead body crying and screamed at god. They take you away from him. Your father ordered the people to leave the room. Tonight he doesn't touch your skin and kisses you . After this wedding something has changed in him.
After two day.
Your funeral was there , everyone was sad about your death . Harwin after this night was crying in the bedroom ,blame yourself.
He didn't protect her , maybe if her father didn't accept this marriage she would be alive.
It was eternal love . In the next life they met again.
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Ooohhhh okie so;
Can I get a Harwin x Fem!Reader
Major fluff, I’m thinking Harwin either wining or losing to Daemon at a tourney and reader like cleans him up as they share a bath.
The idea is really vague.
(Feel free to ignore!!)
Crown of Soap.// Ser Harwin Strong x fem!reader.
Summary: Ser Harwin only wants to crown his wife as the Queen of Love and Beauty. And the problem is not that Daemon is his opponent, but that his wife does not want Harwin to win the tournament.
A/N: sorry if this was too much introduction till the bath. I LOVED THIS IDEA. Thank you for reaching, hope you like it❤️gif not mine.
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Days at King Viserys's court were quiet considering the presence of Prince Daemon. Daemon's marriage to his beloved niece Rhaenyra had brought happiness to the family, though it was a difficult decision for the King. But the Princess radiated joy and quickly outgrown your reputation as a happy bride. Whenever Rhaenyra appeared in your room, your husband Harwin left politely but hurriedly. You could see him roll his eyes when your attention was taken from him, and you could only smile at his politeness, knowing full well that he was not irritated, and that he was exaggerating just to amuse you. You, on the other hand, were deeply happy for your dear friend Rhaenyra, who had trusted you from the first day you sat beside her. And of course, the Crown Princess's wedding deserved something grand, something to entertain the nobles, a tournament.
"No, Harwin, there is no need for you to participate," you told him at dinner. Your refusal took him by surprise.
"And why not? It will be fun. Besides, who can beat me?"
Ser Harwin "Breakbones," of course, and his confident smile appeared at that nickname. And the breadth of his shoulders and the strength of his arms would never deny it, but not everything lasts forever. Daemon was a proud, competitive man, and besides, Harwin was more clumsy, strong, but clumsy.
"Well, I just don't want you to get hurt too badly."
"I'll take my chances. I want to crown you Queen of love and beauty."
"That's very sweet..." you saw him take your hand, pleased with himself. "But I wouldn't want you to."
"I'm not understanding anything."
Poor thing, you stroked his hand, big and rough but so manly and tender.
"It's a tournament in honour of Daemon and Rhaenyra. And Daemon will want to win to crown Rhaenyra. And honestly, she deserves to be crowned, even if Daemon doesn't deserve to win. You don't know how many times the Princess has cried on my shoulder for Daemon. She doesn't deserve that man either...but since she's got him, it would be fitting to give them a nice start to their marriage. Do you understand, my love?"
You watched as he processed the information, his sweet eyes looking into yours. And he nodded, smiling and stroking your hand back.
"All right...but I'm not going to make a fool of myself."
"Harwin..." you chided him.
"You deserve crowns too, and it is my duty to honour you. So I won't let them laugh at me or you. And I will fight as hard as the Prince fights." His tone was serious, but not strong or stern.
"I don't want a crown!"
"Then you shall have it!"
"You are disgustingly stubborn."
"You cannot prevent me from winning fairly. It is dishonourable."
"Harwin, please..." he got up to get into bed, shaking his head.
"I'm sorry, but I'm going to win you that crown." He pointed his finger at you and began to undress.
"Then I'll flush it down the toilet," you lied, crossing your arms.
You could see the smile creeping back on his face, and you couldn't hide it much longer either. And the 'discussion' went on until Harwin fell asleep.
The tournament was not long in coming. Of course, while you were putting on one of your best dresses, Harwin was putting on one of his best suits of armour. He sat obediently for you to put his long, curly hair up in a ponytail. You offered to be late for the tournament while you frolicked in bed, but he declined.
"We'll enjoy tonight, where I can see you happy and beautiful with your new crown. Only with your crown."
"That's if you come in one piece, my love."
Of course, he never took such remarks with offence. A man as great as he was did not doubt his manliness in the face of words, and his dear wife was the first with whom he could be vulnerable and who truly knew his ways. And to hurt Harwin's spirit it took more than that, and that was what you loved most about him, that he was so much more than 'the strongest man in the Seven Kingdoms'. He gave you a tantalising kiss before parting from you, a kiss that could have gone further, but Harwin broke away, leaving you wanting more. As you sat down next to Rhaenyra, you could see him smile sympathetically at his squire, happy and nervous. The bride looked with his same emotions, her eyes searching energetically for Daemon, touching her necklace.
"Who are you going to bet on, Princess?" you asked jokingly.
"For my husband, just as you will bet on yours..." she replied, smiling.
"Oh, don't think I'm so convinced. Prince Daemon will do everything he can to crown you. He'd be willing to finish off the brute of Harwin to win a kiss from you."
You watched as Rhaenyra laughed, blushing. She reminded you of yourself when you were newly wed. A young lady, who travelled with her father to King's Landing to gain a place among the King's court. And of course, you were given the duty of marriage. The Princess and now Queen Alicent were kind, and kept you company during the exhausting courtships of the lords. Rhaenyra was only bent on marrying Daemon, Alicent was already married, but you couldn't find anyone you liked at all. Until the hunt in honour of Aegon. Ser Harwin Strong hadn't said a word to you since you arrived, and it was understandable since you were a girl in the shadow of a princess and liked to watch him from afar. When the whole court moved to spend three days hunting, the Strongs offered to take you and your father in the carriage, for yours had broken down in the middle of the road. And it was during those days that Harwin truly saw you. He gave up riding on his own horse to keep talking to you on the road, gave you his cloak at night when it was cool, and sat beside you at suppers, listening to your gossip while he told you what he had seen on the hunt. And though Harwin was a candidate to be the Princess's husband, he was quick to ask your father for your hand, but not before asking you first. Your betrothal was so simple and so happy that Rhaenyra had to hide her jealousy, but it was soon noticed and you and Harwin planned dinners with Ser Lyonel, where you convinced him that Daemon would be the best choice and conveyed it to the king. You triumphed.
The jousting began, and as expected, the final three were Daemon, Harwin and Criston. Your husband winked at you every time his opponent fell to the ground. And it was he who defeated Criston, making both you and Rhaenyra chuckle a bit too much. When it was his and Daemon's turn, they both approached the stand where you were standing. Daemon asked his wife for her favour, while Harwin asked for yours. You chose the most beautiful and simple ribbon, with small purple flowers and colourful dark green leaves. When you put it on Harwin, you looked into his eyes.
"I would wish you luck, my lord, but if you do the right thing, you will always come out on top." That was your last request.
And you watched as they both clung tightly to your horses. Difficult to overthrow, Daemon and Harwin were beginning to grow frustrated, as were you and Rhaenyra. And when Harwin broke Daemon's shield, it was all but settled for the knight to win, not the prince. Before they made the final turn, Harwin looked at you, without the smile, and you nodded for him to look at Rhaenyra. She was holding your hands, her face was one of disappointment as she saw her husband angry at the situation. And you saw how he himself struggled. On the last blow, Harwin again galloped with impetus, as did the Prince, and before he could strike the blow, the Prince was able to push him off his horse. It was harsh, and a resounding fall. Everyone held their breath a little before bursting into applause as Harwin removed his helmet in defeat. You clapped as you watched your husband, being lifted up by Daemon. They shook hands and then he reached for his squire. And from a distance he could see the smile on your face as Rhaenyra was crowned Queen of Love and Beauty by her husband. Then, he waited for you to arrive at his tent so that you would feel sorry for him.
"Are you all right?" You asked, genuinely dismayed.
"I think I need to wait in bed for a month and a half. In the company of my wife, naked if possible. The masters so indicate." He exaggerated a tired tone that made you laugh.
"You are perfectly fine, I see. Though you reek of sweat."
"A crown of flowers would have taken away this stench."
"Soap and water is also a good option."
And you walked towards the castle, but Harwin was not at your side, and when you turned you saw that he was limping. The sight made you tender, for he was so big, he made so much noise in that armour, and he walked like a little boy with that smile framed by a beard. You had to let him rest his arm on your shoulders.
"Come on, 'old-bones', we haven't got all day."
You smiled at him when he rolled his eyes at his nickname. Harwin didn't have that many years on you, you were always amused by the nickname, pointing out his very limited grey hair as if it was the beginning of the end, and watched as he proceeded to try to impress you with his talents. And you loved those displays, him picking you up, practising with his sword in front of you, or helping to fix things around the castle. In time, Harwin began to enjoy your "pity" for him when he fell asleep on your chest, or when you read aloud to him. When he was drowsy he always let you fill his face with little kisses. The maidens prepared a large bath for you, with refreshing water after the hot day, and the squire brought into the room the cloak, shield and crown with which you had wished Harwin luck.
You helped him take off his armour, one of your favourite hobbies, and your husband always enjoyed watching your concentration. He had bruises when you undressed him completely, and one that was sure to get worse on his abdomen, where Daemon had struck to get him to throw it off. He was sweaty, incredibly handsome, but his injuries worried you.
"Don't worry," he said, voice low and caressing your face, making you stare at him. "I'm fine."
"It's a good bump."
"That's what happens when you raise your arm too high, you find a weak spot."
You could tell by the smile. Harwin had done it on purpose, he'd let himself get hit. It made sense, he had the advantage, and he was too easy to beat even when Daemon had been hurt worse.
"You let him win..."
"No..." he lied. "I'm old, that's all."
He climbed into the tub by himself, sinking down to wet his head. Meanwhile, you stood outside, watching him, your brave knight. Grabbing an ointment, you sat beside the tub and carefully spread the cream over those bruises. You could feel Harwin's eyes following you. And when you reached the big one, the pain made him pull away.
"I'm sorry," you said, "I can't quite reach, turn around a bit."
"No," he replied. "Get in with me. You smell like sweat too."
"But I have to put the ointment on you."
"Put it on later. Take a bath with me."
At your refusal, Harwin splashed the water on you, soaking much of your dress and hair. So, wanting to kill him, you gasped and shed your clothes. Your husband couldn't take his eyes off you, and immediately made room for you.
"This bathtub isn't that big..." you said as you settled in.
"I know, and that's what I like the most."
You were in front of him. You had to pull your knees up to your chest to get in, and Harwin grabbed your foot and made you straighten your leg. When he kissed you on the sole, his beard tickled you.
"Harwin, stop!"
"I can't hear you, wife, you're too far away." And he tugged at the hand you'd thrown to pull your foot away from his lips, and pulled you down to lie in his lap. Your faces close and his hands resting on your waist. Then already Harwin let you clean him. With the washcloth and a bar of soap, he closed his eyes as you ran it gently over his armpits, over his shoulders, always leaving a path of caresses.
"It's a shame you didn't win, my lord..."
"More's my pity you didn't get a crown."
"You're obsessed with the crown," you joked. Harwin opened his eyes to focus on you. "Honestly, I don't need you to win tournaments or be a great fighter to prove anything. I like the humble, good man I have for a husband."
As you washed his face, Harwin moved his hand along the curve of your back.
"I just wanted to see you shine," he confessed.
"What do you mean?"
"Ever since you came to the palace, you've been in the Princess's shadow forever. And I only dared to speak to you when I could find you apart from her. You are more than a lady-in-waiting to Rhaenyra, and I feel that the life I give you does not take you away from that. I feel that...I need to bring you pride and honour. I need them to see you, as I see you."
"Oh, Harwin..." you threw yourself on his mouth, and you kissed each other so passionately that you felt like you could melt right there, on top of your husband, with his flowery scent and warm from sweat. And as you kissed, Harwin's hand caressed your thighs, drawing you even closer to him. When you broke apart, your smile was irrepressible.
"I adore you... I adore you for what you have done for Rhaenyra. And I adore you for thinking of me. And I love you, Harwin, I love you for being the gentle knight as sweet as you are stubborn."
You saw him blush, smiling. And you kept bathing him until all that was left to do was to wash his hair. Then you stood behind him, all that back holding your upperbody.
"I can't wait to be an old man so you have to bathe me all the time." You felt him relax with your massage.
"In a month you'll be fulfilling that dream, you little elder."
You heard his laughter as you removed the soap from his hair. And then all that was left to do was relax. With Harwin between your legs and his head on your chest, his hands caressed the hands resting on his chest and you stared into nothingness. Then you began to talk about your favourite subject.
"I saw Criston tripping before the joust began," Harwin said. "He thought no one saw him, but he saw me looking at him."
"And you laughed, didn't you?"
"And I laughed..." and Harwin burst into laughter again, laughing and making you laugh as well. "Well, though in fairness, I don't think there's anyone in the kingdom who could wear a crown of flowers better than Criston, he's a handsome mother fucker..."
"I don't agree. He's very handsome...but he doesn't deserve it."
Your arm reached for the small crown from before, Harwin looked over to see what you were doing. When you took the little crown, he thought he understood everything.
"True, you are a better candidate for..." when he went to take it from you to crown you, you pushed it away from him.
"No, my dear Harwin. I don't deserve it either..." you put on an exaggerated solemn tone. "The true king of love and beauty is the sweet knight Ser Harwin 'Breakbones' Strong."
And he let you put the crown on him, his hair wet and clean. You watched as he clasped his hands together and placed them tenderly near his cheeks, lifting one shoulder flirtatiously. He forced you to kiss his hand, which you did as you laughed. But his appreciation was shown when he plunged you back into one of those kisses that only he knew how to give you, the kiss he had promised before the joust began.
And you knew he was truly honoured because he spent the rest of the day with that wreath on, and took one of the flowers in his suit the next day. No one else could know even if they saw it on his shirt. But only you needed to know, because when you got close to his chest you could smell not just a flower, but the love and beauty it represented.
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second heir
pairing: harwin strong x targaryen!oc
synposis: tensions in the targaryen family rise when viserra targaryen, the youngest child of queen aemma and king viserys, gives birth to her second son with ser harwin strong. ser criston cole learns that picking on harwin strong's son is not the smartest decision.
warnings: graphic depiction of childbirth, swearing, violence, slight angst, fluff, ser cri*t*n c*le
notes: I usually do a reader insert but thought it would make more sense to use a targaryen-esque name - enjoy!
"Push Princess. Just one more."
A whimper escaped her lips. Her body felt like it was on fire. Or dipped in acid. Or both. In that moment, Viserra Targaryen was convinced there was no greater suffering on earth than that of childbirth.
"Push!"
"I'm fucking trying." Viserra seethed through clenched teeth as she pushed with all her might.
"Come on my love." The deep voice of her husband murmured in her ear as he knelt beside her. "Take my hand."
Viserra let out a groan of pain as she pushed once more, her hand clasping around her husband's as she squeezed with all her might.
"Why did you have to get me pregnant you fucking cunt, I swear I'm going to-" Her rant was cut off as she let out another scream of pain as the midwife behind her held open her legs.
"I think one more push will do it princess, I see the head!" The midwife announced from below her.
"Yes darling, tell me how much of a cunt I am come on." A gloved hand caressed her face, drawing her attention away from the midwife between her thighs. Her eyes locked with the deep brown ones of her husband.
"I love you, you stupid cunt- ah!" If he was not so strong she most likely would have pulverised the bones in his hand.
A breathy chuckle escaped Harwin Strong's lips as he squeezed her hand back.
"I am a cunt, a cunt that loves you very much." With that she clenched her eyes shut as she gave one last push.
She let out a moan of relief as the pain subsided, air filling up her lungs once more as the midwives gushed in praise.
"It's ok my love, it is over." Harwin murmured, kissing her damp hair as he held her closely.
"You are so strong, a brave mother." Viserra let out a silent sob as she clung to her husband, letting him pepper her face with kisses and praises as she fell limp in his arms.
"It is a boy, princess."
Viserra finally opened her eyes as crying filled the cavernous room. She was both crying and laughing with joy as she watched the midwife carefully bundle up her son.
Overwhelming love and warmth filled her as her son was placed into her outstretched arms. Almost as if those last few hours of pain had been erased, like she would do it all again now just to hold him like this.
"Healthy?"
"As healthy as one can be, princess." The midwife confirmed.
Viserra let out another sob as she cradled her son to her chest and placed a kiss to his forehead.
"Hi baby." She whispered to him, watching as he squirmed and flailed in her arms.
"Look how beautiful he is." She murmured, finally passing him to Harwin to hold.
"Well no wonder, look at his mother." Harwin smiled softly as he gently took his son in his arms. "I told you I knew it would be another boy."
Viserra felt her heart warm when she saw the tears rolling down her husband's cheeks as he spoke.
"He is perfect." She remarked, her eyes never leaving her son, completely entranced in the new life she and Harwin had just created.
"That he is." Harwin murmured as he carefully handed him back to Viserra.
"Princess." The sound of an unfamiliar voice made Viserra finally tear away her eyes from her son.
She felt a sense of dread course through her at the sight of the nervous handmaiden. She knew that could mean only one thing.
"The Queen has requested the child be brought to her. Immediately."
"Now? For what purpose?" Harwin's voice was demanding as he rose to his feet, a complete shift in his demeanour from only moments ago.
"I-I-" The handmaiden began to flounder, her eyes wide and fearful as she glanced between the commander and the princess.
"-it is fine." Viserra saved the handmaiden from her unpredictable fate.
"I will take him myself."
"You will do no such thing." Harwin snapped as Viserra began to push herself off the mattress. "You must rest."
"Your husband is right princess, you must stay in bed." One of the midwives agreed.
They were right, of course. Viserra wanted nothing more than to lay in bed with her husband and new son. But Queen Alicent Hightower had already ruined that perfect moment by sending her handmaiden in here. Just the mention of her name was poisonous enough to sour everything it touched.
The least Viserra could do now was ensure that she drip fed the Queen her own sweetly crafted poison while she met her grandson.
"Remove the cord and make sure the afterbirth has arrived. Then help me dress. Husband, you hold him."
Harwin eyed his wife for a few moments before nodding as he took his son once more. He knew his wife well enough to know that once she made her mind up, there was no changing it. Best to stand aside and let her run her course.
"It is done princess." One of the midwives announced after a few minutes.
Viserra gritted her teeth and wrapped a hand around one of the bedposts. She ground her teeth in an attempt to extinguish the grunt of pain she let out as she pulled herself off the bed and onto her feet.
"This is ridiculous." Harwin spat, his heart aching as he watched helplessly as his wife winced as the handmaidens cinched her dress around her waist.
"What could possibly be so urgent that she needs to see our son right away."
"I am sure the Queen has her very rationale reasons." Viserra drawled as the handmaidens stepped away from her.
"Let us just get this over with." She huffed as they opened the doors from their chambers.
"Run a bath for the princess for when she returns." Harwin murmured to one of the servants quietly so Viserra did not hear.
"Sister!" The sound of Rhaenyra's voice filled her ears the second they stepped into their main living quarters.
"A healthy boy, I heard." Viserra felt a smile form on her lips at the sight of her sister bounding towards her.
"Oh he is beautiful sister, congratulations." A rare true smile appeared on Rhaenyra's face as she stared down at her nephew.
"Thank you sister."
The smile was quick to fall from Rhaenyra's features when she noticed Harwin's grim features and the way her sister's smile did not meet her eyes.
Her brow narrowed when she watched her brother in law and sister begin to make their way towards the threshold of their quarters.
"What is wrong? Where are you going?"
"The Queen has requested to see him. Immediately." Harwin answered as they stepped into the hallway.
"She what?" Rhaenyra could hardly believe her ears as she walked alongside them.
"I know she did it with Joffrey but I never thought- she has gone too far. I cannot sit by and-"
"- you can and you will sister." Viserra cut her off, breathing deeply as pain rumbled through her.
"We will go and show her the child, let her feel powerful for a few moments. It might do her some good." Their voices were low as they made their way through the hallway. At a very slow pace at that given Viserra's state.
"I am coming with you."
"No." Viserra's voice was firm as she came to a stop to grab her sister's arm. "She will just find some way to villainize you or to get you to say something she can twist."
Rhaenyra's face morphed into one of sadness as she studied her sister.
"Let her torture us for a while." Viserra insisted.
"We can handle it." Harwin spoke, sending his sister in law a nod.
Rhaneyra glanced between them as she tried to reach a decision. She knew what the rationale one was. That her sister was right. As heir it was more strategic to leave it. But as Viserra's older sister, every part of her was screaming at her to march up those stairs and tear Allicent's hair from her scalp.
The look on Harwin's face was what made her decision for her. The look that said if anything happened to his wife, he would literally murder everything in sight. She knew her sister was safe with him.
"Fine." She relented. "But please try not to strain yourself too much sister." A hand reached up to gently brush Viserra's cheek.
"I will do my best." Viserra forced a small on her lips as she leant into her sister's touch.
With that Harwin and Viserra were on their way once more. Viserra let out a whimper as she clung to his arm. They had only made it a few metres when Harwin came to a stop.
"Alright that is it."
"Harwin what-"
"Hold him." Viserra opened her mouth in surprise as he passed their son into her arms.
"Harwin-" She let out a small yelp of surprise as he bent down and wrapped his hands under her back and legs and lifted her off the ground with ease.
She clung to their son as Harwin cradled her in his arms and began to march with a determined pace towards the Queen's chambers.
"Harwin-" She began for the third time.
"I will put you down before we go inside do not fret. We can let her think you scaled those steps on your own. But I am not letting my wife who just gave birth take another step if it can be avoided." He answered her as he passed by gaping onlookers without so much as a glance in their direction.
Her heart warmed at his words. She felt her anger subdue for a few moments as she studied her husband, with that look of loyal determination on his features. The face that she had fallen in love with as a teenager.
She remembered the day that he had taken up a position as a sworn protector of her family. The first time the pair locked eyes across the hall. The first time they spoke when he caught her trying to sneak out of the castle. The first time they unfurled their secrets to one another. The first time she took his hand and led him into her chambers.
While Rhaenyra was having her tryst with Criston Cole, Viserra was having hers with Harwin Strong.
But unlike her sister, Viserra did not have the weight of being their father's heir on her shoulders. Nor was her father as focused on marrying her off to the most politically strategic husband possible.
So when Viserra walked in one afternoon and informed her father that she was in love with Harwin Strong and was to wed him, what else was he to do but agree? He could never say no to his baby daughter, nor did he want to. He could see how in love she was and all he wished was for her to be happy. Besides, the rumours of their tryst and the ruining of her maidenhood had began to spread through the castle. This would quell those rumours.
It made sense politically too, given Harwin Strong was the son of the hand of the king and the heir to Harrenhal. It was the perfect strategic match for a second born daughter. That was how he had explained it to Alicent when she had questioned it anyway. Of course, that only deepened the queen's jealousy and resentment towards the Targaryen sisters.
Harwin came to a stop in front of the Queen's chambers. Viserra brought a hand up to caress his cheek.
"I love you husband."
"As I love you, wife." He answered, pressing a kiss to her palm as he gently placed her down on the ground. He captured her lips in a kiss. The usually frowned upon public display of affection caused the guards stationed at the door to divert their eyes.
"Give her hell." He whispered into her ear as the doors opened.
That she would.
Their son squirmed in her arms as they made their way inside. Neither spared Ser Criston Cole a glance as they passed him. Alicent was standing at the window, her back to them, her gaze fixed over the sea.
Viserra fought the urge to double over in pain as her insides burned. Her body was slick with sweat. Practically dripping from head to toe. Her blonde hair plastered to her face and back.
It was a comfort to her to know that even when she looked like this, Alicent's beauty would still never compare. A small comfort, perhaps a petulant one. But a comfort nonetheless.
"Viserra." Alicent's sickly sweet voice rung out through the cavernous room.
"What are you doing here? You should be resting after your labours." Her concern almost sounded sincere.
"I did not wish to disappoint you, your grace." Viserra answered as Harwin ushered her over to the couch.
"Oh yes, please sit." Alicent nodded, her dress swishing at her ankles as she made her way over to them.
She watched with intense eyes as Harwin guided his wife down to sit on the sofa. His gaze was so full of love and concern it almost made Alicent feel ill. Anger rippled through her as he placed a tender kiss to Viserra's forehead.
Such love, such intimacy. It was something that Alicent would never experience. At least Rhaenyra had to make some small sacrifices in the name of duty as heir. Viserra on the other hand did not even know the meaning.
Being the second born daughter meant the focus had always been off her. That she could run around and do as she pleased with no consequences. Alicent had known of her treacherous affair with the Strong boy, she had even gone to Viserys with the information. Yet nothing was done, she was brushed off once more. And after all that Viserra still got to wed the man that she loved.
"I cannot believe how long it has been since your last son was born. How old is Aemar now?"
"He will be six next month, your grace." Harwin answered her.
"Six." Alicent remarked. "Such a long space in between children."
"It was not for a lack of trying your grace." Viserra answered her as she raised a brow. "Believe me."
Harwin glanced down at his feet to hide his smirk as Alicent's mouth drew into a sharp line.
"Yes well, better late than never I suppose." She cleared her throat as she approached them.
"Let me meet him properly." It was a demand, not a question. Her arms extended expectantly. Viserra bit her tongue as she reluctantly handed the queen the small bundle in her arms.
"He was two weeks early I understand? Like his brother?"
"Ten days early, your grace."
Alicent let out a hum as she examined the child in her arms intently. "Do the maesters think it will impact him the way it has Aemar?"
Viserra could feel the fire beginning to build up inside her.
"I am not sure I understand, your grace." Harwin spoke for her, noting the way his wife's fists had curled up the material of the sofa.
"Well the boy is quite small for his age."
Criston Cole smirked in the corner.
"The maesters have assured us they are both strong and healthy. They do have Targaryen blood after all." Viserra answered, using every ounce of her strength to keep her voice calm.
"Unless you are questioning the quality of Targaryen blood, your grace. Which I am sure was not your intention."
Alicent looked up from the child, her eyes locking with Viserra's.
"Of course not. I suppose it would have to be the integrity of your husband's blood that caused such defects."
Silence fell over the room. It had been such an off handed remark. Said so casually and plainly for how great of an insult the words wielded.
Harwin and Viserra were no fools. They were aware of the Queen's suspicions around the lineage of Rhaenyra's three children. The rumours that they had been fathered by one of the knights in the city watch. They were true, of course. It was plain as day. The three boys had dark brown hair and pale skin. But nothing would extract that confession from Viserra.
It was only logical for Alicent to start questioning the lineage of Viserra's children too. If one sister was capable of adultry, why not the other? It did not help that Aemar had been born small and lean, particular in comparison to his father. But the maesters had assured Harwin and Viserra that he was merely a late bloomer, that he would grow into his build.
As Viserra stared at Alicent, she wondered how she had ever felt sympathy for her. Much less been her friend. She used to follow Rhaenyra and Alicent around wherever they went when she was a child. Hanging onto their every word like it was gospel.
Even after her father had announced his intention to wed Alicent, Viserra had still tried to be friends. She had seen how Otto Hightower had manoeuvred his daughter like a chess piece for his own gain. And she had felt sorry for her as she watched her churn out child after child, trapped in a loveless marriage.
But the moment she had started going after Rhaenyra, all hope was lost. And as the three women grew, Alicent's bitterness towards Rhaenyra spread to Viserra, entangling her up in her web of venom and lies and hatred.
There was no repairing the bond that had been broken.
"What did you say?" Harwin's voice was low, his eyes bright with rage.
He took a step towards her. The sound of Criston Cole's blade being unsheathed rang out behind them.
"Husband, relax." Viserra brought a hand up to grip his forearm.
She turned around in her seat and glared at Criston. "And sheath your blade Ser Criston, there is no need for such theatrics." She resisted the urge to smile at the sight of his glowering stare.
"The Queen did not mean any harm by her words." Her voice was scarily light and calm. She forced a chuckle up her throat and past her lips. Her face was the perfect portrait of calm.
She thought she might tear the Queen's head clean off her shoulders when she noticed Alicent's grip on her son tighten.
"You know that she is often left alone by father, sometimes he forgets to pass on things. Like what the maester's have told him about the health of his grandchildren."
Viserra could feel Harwin relax under her touch as she shot Alicent a smile.
"Right, your grace?"
If looks could kill, Viserra would be shredded into ribbons right now.
"Of course. I meant no offence." Alicent managed to force out, causing Viserra's grin to widen.
Viserra knew she should leave it at that. To not poke the beast. But Alicent's insult had ignited the flame within her. And once that flame was alight, it could not easily be extinguished.
"You know, you must get your boys to come meet their new nephew, your grace. Especially Aegon." Viserra spoke casually as Alicent handed her son back to her.
"Must I?"
"Oh yes. I mean with me as second heir and the birth of our son that would put Aegon now at... seventh in line?" Viserra feigned confusion as she glanced up at Harwin.
Harwin knew the nature of the game instantly.
"Eighth, my love. Counting our little nephew." Harwin responded, a smirk on his lips as he glared at the queen.
"Oh yes eighth of course, I almost forgot to count little Prince Joffrey. My mistake." Viserra chuckled.
"I know Aegon is not so... passionate about ruling as you or your father are, so I am sure that the knowledge he is now eighth in line would be most relieving for him to hear."
Viserra was not sure if she had ever seen Alicent so unhinged. Her bottom lip trembled and her face twitched as she stared at her step-daughter. Usually the perfect face of righteousness and dignity. The ever composed queen. She looked as if she might just step forward and scratch Viserra's eyes out.
"You dare-"
"What happy news this morning!"
Viserra felt her heart warm at the sight of her father making his way through the double doors. Viserys' eyes lit up at the sight of his daughter and his newest grandson.
"It appears your hunch was right Harwin, a healthy boy I have heard."
"Indeed your grace." Harwin smiled as Viserra extended out the bundle of cloth for him to take.
"Let me see my handsome grandson."
Alicent glared as she watched her husband take the child in his arms. He had never even looked that happy when holding their own children.
"Oh he is beautiful. He will make a strong knight I am sure." Viserys beamed as he rocked the babe gently.
"Has my grandson got a name yet?"
"We were thinking Edmyn." Viserra answered when Harwin glanced down at her questioningly.
A grin spread across his lips at the name. It was a traditional House Strong name. One that Viserra knew Harwin had been secretly dying for.
"Edmyn? That is an unusual Valyrian name." Alicent chimed in. Viserra had to resist the urge to roll her eyes.
"Because it is not one. Aemar has a Valyrian name, I think it only fitting we also pay homage to the Strongs."
"I could not agree more daughter. Edmyn suits him. I am sure your father will be proud of it Harwin."
"Indeed he will your grace."
This time it was Alicent's turn to not roll her eyes.
"You know, I think I can see a bit of his grandmother in him." Viserys remarked, his voice cracking ever so slightly. Viserra could feel tears threatening to pool in her own eyes at the mention of her mother.
Harwin cleared his throat when he noticed his wife's state.
"If it is ok with you, your grace, your daughter has been more braver than I could ever be, I think she deserves to rest."
"Oh of course." Viserys smiled as he glanced down at his daughter. "I know how draining your labours can be."
"Thank you father." Viserra grimaced as Harwin helped her back up onto her feet.
"We are hoping to bare you a granddaughter next." She continued as she studied Alicent. "And we have already picked out the name."
She was more than happy to twist the knife in further.
"Aemma."
This time Alicent could not fight the eye roll at Viserra's words, turning her back as she did so.
A tear rolled down Viserys' cheek as he brought his hand up to caress his daughter's cheek.
"We can only hope the gods may be so kind." Viserys smiled as he embraced her in a tight hug.
"Now go rest with your husband and new child."
Viserra winced as she slipped into the hot tub. She withheld a moan as the warm water surrounded her, melting into her skin and bones.
"I am sorry if I bled on you."
Harwin let out a small chuckle and shook his head as he knelt down beside the tub.
"I have seen the worst that mankind has to offer, the type of violence that no one should see. You really think a little bit of blood is going to offend me?" He mused as he brought a damp cloth up to her forehead.
His gaze softened when she did not reply, watching as her eyes fluttered closed.
"You should not have had to go through that today." He murmured as he tenderly cleaned her.
"No." She conceded. "I should not have."
"You would not have to if we left King's Landing. If we travelled to Harrenhal and lived with my family."
"You know I cannot leave Rhaenyra. Not with these spiders circling her ever tighter. She is surrounded. I am all she has." Harwin withheld a sigh at her words.
They were expected, but disappointing none the less.
"I know."
No more was said as Harwin bathed her and helped her dress. He picked her up and carried her to their bed, placing her gently on the satin sheets.
She was asleep before her head hit the pillow. Harwin smiled softly as he watched her sleep, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
Viserra stirred but did not wake at the sound of a soft knock on the door. Harwin spared her one last glance before he crept to the door. He was greeted by Rhaenyra Targaryen on the other side.
"Is Viserra asleep?"
"She has had a long day." He answered quietly.
Rhaenyra merely nodded in understanding, her face tight with worry as she glanced over Harwin's shoulder.
"She will tell you all tomorrow, I am sure." He assured the princess.
"Was it bad?"
"Quite. Alicent grows more venomous each day." Harwin answered.
"I thought Viserra would be spared given she is not first heir."
"It appears that her resentment has spread to encompass your sister too, princess." Harwin could not hide the anger in his voice as he spoke. He hated feeling so helpless, like there was nothing he could do to protect his wife.
"You should leave, you do not have to stay here. Both of you and the boys should go to Harrenhal. Be spared from this torture." Rhaenyra whispered, desperation evident in her voice.
"You and I both know that Viserra will never leave you alone here."
Rhaenyra sighed and nodded in agreement. "I wish I had not taught her to be so stubborn."
A sad smile spread across Harwin's lips.
"As do I."
Harwin squinted as the sunlight hit his eyes. He stepped out into the training courtyard. The sound of wooden swords hitting sacks filled with barley filled his ears. The grunts of young boys exerting themselves as they practiced.
He glanced up to see Viserys watching from above. He gave him a nod and a smile in greeting. His eyes scanned the yard, counting four of his nephews. He was quick to spot his son. The smallest of the five children. And the only one skulking about in the corner.
A smile spread across his lips as he watched the way Aemar's eyes brightened at the sight of him. Aemar dropped his sword without a second thought and raced towards him, weaving between the other boys to reach him.
Harwin let out a small chuckle as Aemar smashed into his leg, wrapping his thin limbs around his thigh to cling to him.
"Is it supper time father? Is training over?" His son asked as he peered up at him through his thick head of dark hair.
"Not quite yet. I just came to see how you were getting along."
"Oh." Aemar's smile was quick to fall. He watched as his father crouched down to meet his eyes.
"Maybe I can finish training early today? Could you ask mother?"
"Your mother is sleeping with your brother. She is quite tired."
"Oh no do not disturb her then, mother deserves as much rest as she can have." Aemar's brow knitted together as concern flashed across his features.
Harwin smiled softly as he ran a hand through his son's hair. He had always been so considerate and kind of others. Something that worried Harwin slightly. That kind of compassion was a weakness here.
"How has your training been going?" Harwin's eyes drifted over to Criston to see Criston's gaze already locked onto his.
Aemar glanced down at his feet. "Fine."
A lie.
Harwin could see Criston speaking to Alicent's boys, Rhaenyra's children left to practice on their own. He had a feeling his son was being given the same treatment.
"Go on then, I will watch you train and then we can go get something to eat." Harwin shot his son a warm smile and patted him on the shoulder.
Aemar, never one to disappoint his parents, dutifully nodded before scurrying back to the centre of the yard.
Harwin rose to his full height and paced around the edge of the square. He could feel Criston's eyes on him as he walked but chose to ignore it as he watched the boys begin to spar.
Criston and Harwin were similar, some would say. Both knights, protectors of the royal family. Both had fallen in love with a Targaryen princess. Both had disgraced their sacred vows to bed them.
The difference between Criston and Harwin was that Harwin's infatuation was not one sided. A difference that both were acutely aware of.
Harwin had always found Criston's jealousy quite pathetic. And initially quite humorous. That was until Ser Criston had started taking out his anger on Viserra and Rhaenyra's children.
"Come on Aemar, weapons up." He encouraged when he saw his son hesitantly go to pick up his sword.
His small fingers had nearly reached the hilt when Criston's boot stepped on it, crushing it as he brushed past Aemar to speak to Aegon.
"It seems some of your younger pupils could do with a bit more attention, Ser Criston." Harwin could not control his tongue any longer. If he did not say something, it would be his fists that would talk instead.
"You question my method of instruction?" Criston answered him.
"No, I merely suggest that method be applied to all your pupils."
"With all due respect Ser, I doubt you can have an impartial stance on the matter."
Harwin barked out a humourless laugh as he locked eyes with him. "Humour me."
Criston eyed him for a few moments before an unreadable expression crossed his features.
"Very well. Aemar, you spar with Aegon."
Harwin gritted his teeth as he watched Criston grip his son's armour and yank him into the centre of the field.
"That is hardly a fair match."
Indeed, Aegon was at least twice his son's size and weight and even in age. Aegon, being the spoilt cunt that he was, seemed delighted at the opportunity to crush a weaker opponent.
"When steal is drawn a fair match isn't something anyone should expect."
Harwin glanced up at the viewing balcony at the king and his father. Neither seemed willing to say a word.
"Blades up." Criston continued.
Harwin could see Aemar was shaking, even from where he was standing. His son was not a fighter, at least not yet. He was small and skinny and his temperament was the most gentle he had seen. He may grow into one yet, but Harwin was certain that this type of combat would not help him get there.
Aemar glanced at his father, his eyes pleading as he shakily rose his sword up in front of his chest.
"Engage."
Aegon let out an unhinged scream as he hurtled himself at Aemar. Harwin was too far away to stop him from hitting Aemar across the face and pushing him down. Harwin reached him as Aegon raised his sword to bring it down onto Aemar's chest.
Harwin lunged forward and grabbed the older prince by the scruff of the neck. Aegon let out a scream of frustration, thrashing around against Harwin as he tried to attack his younger nephew.
"Aegon!" The King finally let out a weak reprimand from above.
Harwin simply shoved him away, sending him stumbling into Ser Criston.
Rhaenyra's children ran to crowd around Aemar who was still on his back. They were murmuring comforting and encouraging things to him as Harwin reached them.
"Son, are you all right?" Harwin crouched down, his heart hammering in his chest as he brought his son up to sit.
The wood had drawn blood, a small slice across Aemar's smooth cheek. It was still enough to make Harwin see red.
"I am ok father." Aemar's small voice wavered, his chin wobbling as he tried to keep a brave face.
"I am confused Ser Harwin. You wish for me to treat your son equally and yet intervene within mere seconds."
Harwin's jaw clenched at the sound of Criston's mocking voice behind him. Harwin rose to his full height, his fists bunched at his sides as he turned to glare at Cole.
"The prince could have been seriously hurt. That match up was not safe."
Criston let out a small chuckle as Harwin turned around once more to pay attention to his son. He needed to quell his anger before he could no longer contain it and did something regrettable.
"I am sorry you feel that match was not fair, Strong." Cole spoke as he eyed Harwin.
"But I am afraid due to your son's.... stature... none of his nephew's would be a fair match." Harwin glanced down at his son who's head hung in shame at Ser Criston's words.
He could hear Aegon and Aemond sniggering behind him.
"Perhaps I could ask one of the handmaiden's to volunteer. Or your new son. They are probably equal in strength."
The snap of broken bone hung in the air.
Criston stumbled back as blood began to leak from his nose. Harwin let out an animalistic growl as he knocked him to his feet and launched himself on top of him. He landed punch after punch, screaming as he let out his rage.
"Say it again! Speak that way about my son again!" He shouted as arms wrapped around him and forced him off the knight.
Criston's body was limp, his head lolling back as blood poured from his nose.
"You talk about him like that again and I will fucking kill you, do you hear me!" He bellowed as other knights dragged him away.
Viserys and Lionel watched from above, their faces grim as they watched the scene unfold.
"So much for that pleasant afternoon." Viserys sighed.
"I heard it took four knights to pull you off him."
Harwin winced as Viserra pressed an ointment into his blistering knuckles.
"I was a bit too preoccupied to count."
Amusement flashed across her features as she rubbed the ointment in gently.
"I wish I was there to witness it, would have got me all hot and bothered."
Harwin shook his head, trying to fight the smile on his face as he glanced up at his wife.
"What? It taking four knights pulling me off him, or watching Ser Criston being beat into a pulp."
"Can a woman not find both equally arousing?" She teased him as she placed the ointment on the table beside the bed.
She withheld a sigh when she watched the smile seep from his face. His eyes glazing over as he thought about today's events. She leant forward and captured his lips in a gentle kiss.
"You did nothing wrong, my love." She mumbled against his lips as she pressed their foreheads together. "
Cole should not have dared insult a prince like that. All the boys heard him say it, he has no way to talk himself out of it. He will be punished. I will see to it that you are not. You were just protecting your son." Viserra's voice was thick with emotion as she spoke, anger furling up inside her at the memory of her husband relaying the words that Cole had said to their son.
She could not think about it for to long. Or think about the small cut on Aemar's cheek that she touched when she kissed him goodnight. It made her sick with rage. Angry enough to burn the entire castle to the ground.
"I still should not have lost my temper. Not in front of Aemar. It sets a bad example." He mumbled as he glanced down at his bruised knuckles.
"It might have frightened him."
Viserra's gaze softened at her husband's words. She ran a hand through his thick hair before using her index finger to tilt his chin up and force him to meet her eyes.
"Aemar adores you. He could never be frightened of you. He knows that you would only act like that if our family was in danger."
Harwin smiled as Viserra leant forward to kiss her husband's forehead.
"I do not know what I would do without you." He mumbled against her skin as he embraced her in a tight hug and buried his head into her chest.
"Nor I you." She whispered to him as she let him cling to her, engulfing her frame as she wrapped her arms around him.
It was in that moment that Viserra's mind wandered back to the conversation they had yesterday when she was taking her bath. About leaving King's Landing. And for the first time, she felt herself seriously considering it.
A knock at the door made both of them pull apart. They exchanged glances before turning their attention to the entrance.
"Enter." Viserra called.
"Rhaenyra." Her sister's name slipped through her lips at the sight of her.
"Sister, Ser Harwin." Rhaenyra inclined her head as they both rose to their feet to greet her.
"What brings you here at such a late hour?" Viserra's brow knitted together as she studied her sister.
"I came to tell you." Rhaenyra swallowed as her eyes darted between them.
"My family and I are leaving. Tomorrow."
Viserra's lips parted in surprise, her eyes darting to Harwin before turning back to her sister.
"To Dragonstone?"
"I should have left years ago." Rhaenyra nodded.
"But what of your position. If that bloodsucking queen has father all to herself-"
"-I have been made a spectacle of sister." Rhaenyra snapped, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "They whisper about me in the corridors. I wish to leave them to it."
Rhaenyra sniffled as she held back her tears, her eyes moving from her sister to Harwin who was studying her warily.
"After the events of yesterday and today, I cannot stay here any longer. You and your family have been tarred with the same brush. I cannot let you be tried and punished for the crimes Alicent believes me to have committed."
"Sister." Viserra breathed out as she stepped forward to take her sister's hands in her own.
"I beg of you, do not do this for my benefit. We are on your side, in your corner. We can batter this storm."
Rhaenyra shook her head and squeezed her sister's hands tightly. "I know sister, I know. But this is a storm that we should flee from." She locked eyes with Harwin's once more.
"And I am not doing this for my benefit, I am doing it for both of our families."
Harwin came to stand beside Viserra as she released her sister's hands, confusion contorting on her features.
"Come with us." Rhaenyra continued as she glanced between the couple.
"We can be a family. Our boys can do as they like, play and train without us having to fear what Criston Cole might do to them."
Viserra dragged her eyes from Rhaenyra up to Harwin's. He was already staring down at her, his face muscles taught. In that moment, it was just the two of them together as they studied eachother.
"Your father-"
"My father does not matter." Harwin cut her off. "Our family is what matters. You know I have always championed us to leave this place."
"I cannot ask you to do this." She whispered, her voice wavering as she spoke.
"I go wherever you go. I would follow you to the end of the earth my love." He murmured back, squeezing her hand tightly.
"It would be nice to give birth and stay in bed for longer than thirty seconds." She murmured after a few moments. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he nodded in agreement.
"Indeed."
For once Rhaenyra was unable to hold back her tears as she watched her baby sister and her husband.
"To Dragonstone then?"
The couple turned to her at her words. "To Dragonstone." Harwin agreed, squeezing his wife's hand once more.
"Maybe you can beat up Cole once more before we go. Just so Viserra and I can have a fond memory of this place to look back on."
A grin spread across Harwin's lips as Viserra chuckled beside him.
"That can be arranged."
I adore this fic and the little family I have created hehehe <3 p.s totally canon that Viserra and Harwin have a girl called Aemma. As always, feedback would be super super appreciated and you can give it back HERE!
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The White Dragon (8)
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Summary: As the tradition dictates, a dragon egg is to be put in the crib of a newborn Targaryen
Pairings: main Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader
Warnings: cursing, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs, a birth! yeih!, inaccurate descriptions of birthing (haven’t had the pleasure of experienced it myself),
+18, MINORS DNI
Wordcount: 3.8k
Notes: Sorry Rhenyra, for pushing you under the bus like that, 😂 I needed a scapegoat, but anyways, let’s leave the boy’s drama behind us because the mean stepmother is coming for us! 😂
This is a shorter chapter I think, but filled with emotion, I did not review this before i posted it 😂 i was excited to post it.
“Push, your grace!”, you screamed as you did, pushing with all your strength
“Fuck!” you cursed, “Shit! Fuck! I hate you all!”
“That is normal your grace”, said the midwife with a calming smile, you gathered that she was used to it, being curse as women gave birth
“I can see the head! Keep pushing your grace!”, you felt an excruciating pain, like you had never felt before, but you did, with one last push, and a blinding pain, you managed to spell the babe from your body. For a couple of tortuous seconds there was a deadly silence, and then… a loud cry
“It’s a boy!” she chanted, and you laughed with happiness, feeling an instant relief from your aching body
“Is he alright?” you managed to ask, “is he healthy?”
“He is strong your grace”, giggled the midwife, “Strong as a horse”, and you had to wait a couple more minutes for them to clean him, before they handed it to you, and she placed him in your chest, your crying babe, kicking and crying
“Let me see”, Harwin was over you in a second. He was crying happily. He had dark hair, just like his father, his little red face frowned in crying, “He is perfect”, he cried, caressing his little head, “look at him”
“Our son”, you muttered. But your happiness lasted very short seconds, because again you felt a crippling and blinding pain
“Oh something else wants to come out of me”, you cried, in desperation. Harwin grabbed your son and took it from your chest as the Midwife grabbed your hand
“It’s the afterbirth sweet princess”, said the midwife as she stroked your sweat covered hairline
“I don’t think it is”, you cried
“Gods Be good!” called the Maester, after checking, “I think it’s another child”
“What?” you cried in desperation, “I can’t go through that again”
“Yes you can, your grace, you are halfway there now!”
“What is going on?”, asked Harwin, coming back, kneeled right beside you
“I can’t!” you repeated, over and over
“There was a second babe in her grace’s belly” you heard the maester tell Harwin
“I can’t do this again!!” you screamed, and Harwin, was on you in a second, his presence alone a great comfort in your endeavor
“Yes you can my love”, he kissed your sweaty forehead with care and longing, and caressed your hair off your face. “you can do this”
“It hurts” you cried. he kissed you again, repeatedly
“I wish I could feel it” he growled, he grabbed your hand tightly, “Come on sweetheart”, bitter tears fell down your cheeks but then another contraction washed over you and you sailed through it with a cry of pain
“I can see the head”
Three more pushes and you heard another cry, and this time, you felt so relieved you started crying yourself
“You did it sweet girl”, Harwin kissed you again
“Another boy, your Grace!”, beamed the midwife, taking the baby and cleaning him with a wet rag. Harwin received him in his arms and he leaned into you, so you could see him too
“Both are healthy, princess”, congratulated the Grand Maester, and as you received your baby in your arms you started crying with joy. Another black haired beauty. It was too soon to see the color of their eyes or anything, but they indeed looked like two Strong boys
“My babies”, you cried, couldn’t believe what you were seeing, you had two babies, two beautiful sons. Harwin brought the other baby, and you saw them together
“Princess you should rest”, two wet nurses entered the room, grabbing the babies. And you would have fought about it, but sooner than later sleep took you.
When you woke next, you found Harwin right by your side, a baby in each of his arms, both of them were cleaned, dressed and sleeping soundly in the arms of their father
“Look sweet wife”, he said with a wide smile, “Look at what you gave me, what you made, look at our children”
“Are they alright?” you asked, Harwin just smiled widely
“Yes, they are perfect”, he sat beside you in the bed, and you leaned into him so you could see your babies. Both sleeping, their cute little mouths pouting, and their little fists closed
“One is smaller”, you muttered, concerned, “what happened?”. Harwin just chuckled
“It’s the one that was born second”, he noted, and when he saw your face of concern he chuckled, “nothing happened” he said, kissing your temple, “the Maester said they were both healthy, and that is all that matters”
“Oh, that’s good”, you whispered, content, and happy
“How should we name them?” he asked, “they are to be dragon riders” he said gently, “they should have Valyrian names”
“They are Strongs” you said back with a shy smile
“Exactly, we shall give them Valyrian names in regard to you, their beautiful mother” he growled. you leaned in, wanting to kiss him and immediately he leaned and kissed you tenderly
“I’d like that”, you whispered against his lips
“Now this little fellow was born second,” he said looking at the baby in his left arm, “what shall we name him?”, he asked, looking down at the babe in his arms, “How about Aegon?” he tried
“Oh gods no” you giggled, he chuckled, “that name is loaded with expectations and burdens” you said gently, “and with already one Aegon it’s going to make family gatherings very confusing”, you laughed
“You are very right, and it’s kind of boring, I’d like them to have names with an R on it, a name that resounds with power”, he muttered playfully
“How about… Rhaegel?”
“Sounds strange”
“Rhaegar” you tried. He paused and looked at you
“I love that,” you smiled gently, “there isn’t a Rhaegar in your family”
“Perfect” you giggled
“And the other one?” he asked, with the babe on his right arm, “I like Maegor”
“Oh no!” you barked out a laugh that made you wince in pain on your belly, “Not another Maegor please” you giggled, but your mind traveled of all the Valyrian stories you have read, “What about… Maekar?”
“Rhaegar and Maekar Strong” he said, proud. And you smiled widely, happy tears fell down your face
“Is strange… I already love them so much”, you whispered, feeling a tie so strong to both of your babies that your chest burned with need and warmth. He chuckled, “Like… I would burn down cities to the ground for them”, he laughed then
“If i could burn cities to the ground I would do it for them too”
“I love you”, you admitted, and he looked at you with big eyes
“What?”
“I love you”, you repeated, with your head still on her shoulder. And he kissed the top of your head
“I love you too”, he whispered, “I now I love you even more”
This moment of intimacy was cut short, by a maid that announced to expect a visit from the King, who wanted to see his new grandsons. The news of the success of your labors and that you gave birth to not only one but two princes flied throughout the castle. And everyone wanted to see them and celebrate you.
“My father will come soon and I can’t be at bed”, you whispered, sitting in the bed, “Please help me” you begged Harwin
“But you just gave birth, sweet wife”, he muttered. But you try to reach him by extending your arms. He sighed but leaned in and help you stand up, he then help you put in a beautiful red and golden robe, and then he grabbed you, under the knees and behind your shoulders and carried you to the long chair
“Thank you”, you reached with your hands again, and he chuckled, going to the crib and grabbing little Rhaegar first and he brought him to you. You received him in your arms and cradled him against your chest
But he door being opened interrupted the both of you, and your father entered your chambers unceremoniously, trailing behind him was the Queen herself, and Ser Harrold stood by the door
“my sweet girl!” beamed your father when he entered your chambers, “I’m so glad you are well, were your labors easy?”
“It was the worst thing that ever happened to me”, you whined, “But it was completely worth it”
“Let me see my grandsons!”
“Father, meet Rhaegar” you introduced, looking down at your baby, “and Maekar”, you muttered, looking at Harwin
“Valyrian names?” noted Alicent, and you nodded
“We figure they had to represent their mother as well” Harwin said, looking down at his son in his arms, not letting her disappointed face spoil this day for him, one of the happiest days of his life
“Well, they don’t have silver hair” she said, you could tell she was annoyed somehow, and you couldn’t completely understand why, “I guess they don’t have much of Valyrian”
Harwin looked at you, you guessed that he was looking for your reactions, but you just sighed. Not caring enough for the coloring of your babies, just that they were fine and healthy.
“Two healthy and strong sons” your father admired, ignoring his wife. His eyes were teary as Harwin helped place little Maekar in his arms. “They are both going to become strong and proud knights! look at them, two babies, instead of one!”, Harwin then gave him Rhaegar as well as he took him from your arms and placed them safely in your father’s
“Just like their father”, murmured Alicent, she seemed pleased now, as she stood by your father’s side and looked at them both, and then she looked at Harwin, admiring his face, or that’s what it looks like she was doing.
“Now look at the mischief in the eyes of this one”, chuckled your father, looking at Rhaegar, “but now… Maekar, he means business”, he then looked at you, with that kind smile he always saved for you and Rhaenyra, “I have something from you”, he looked towards the door and Ser Harrold smiled. he opened the double doors and trough it, came 4 Dragon Keepers, and they brought 2 heat chambers. You smiled widely
“They are Vhaelar’s eggs, her latest clutch”, he smiled, “the one you help bring up a couple of weeks ago”
“Father”, you called, they uncovered the small chambers and there they were, a beautiful cream colored with gold, and the other blue with silver linings, “thank you”
“it’s the boy’s birthrights”, he noted. Harwin looked like he was about to cry with pride. And you were truly thankful, growing alongside a dragon will teach the boys patience, and not being able to be actual riders until they are older.
“Dear, we should let them rest”, Alicent said softly, grabbing his arm and caressing Rhaegar’s little face. Your father returned your sons to your husband’s arms with a sweet “congratulations”, and then he turned to you
“You have made me a proud grandsire, my sweet girl”, he kissed your temple before he left, with congratulations of the Queen as well
The boys started to get fuzzy, so, following your instincts, and forgetting what the septas told you about breastfeeding, you opened your robe and when Harwin gave you Maekar, you fed him. He clinged to your breast and it made you giggle
“I thought you royals weren’t supposed to do that”, Harwin muttered
“Fuck them”, you whispered, caressing the small baby’s head. Your breasts ached without your children feeding. And when Maekar was fed and sleeping, you grabbed Rhaegar and fed him as well.
And now they were milk-drunk sleeping in their cribs
“How are you feeling?” Harwin asked with a gentle smile. You felt like you had been trampled by a horde of Dothraki horses.
“Better” you admitted, “better each hour that passes”
“Do you think I can bring my father in?” he asked, you gasped, taking his big hand on yours. “to meet his grandsons?”
“But of course Harwin!” you beamed, “Of course you can invite him, you can get to him right now…”
“You were so tired I didn’t know when to ask” he confessed, “with the visits, and the eggs”
“I love you for that” you answered. His smile was big, “bring me my father by law please, the new grandsire”
“He is going to love that”, he whispered, “Grandsire”
“And bring your brother as well, I bet he would like to meet his new nephews” you muttered. He leaned in and kissed you swiftly before he ran out of the room
And while Harwin was gone, you heard a faint knock on the door, and if your guard didn’t announce who it was… you guessed it was…
“Come in”, and Steffon, all in his white armor and blonde hair appeared through the door, “Want to look at what I made?” You asked cheekily. and he nodded with a wide smile, as he entered slowly, like he was coming in enemy territory.
He leaned in to see inside the crib, and he gasped, an adoring smile decorating his lips
“Would you look at that”, he murmured, looking with adoration at both princes, he took long minutes, gazing over them, and he didn’t even try to hide when happy tears rolled down his cheeks, as he smiled and looked up at you, he wiped them off but his smiled never dwindled
“She’d be so proud of you, you know that?” it was the first time someone mentioned your mother, you guessed your father didn’t out of respect for Alicent, “she would have loved them so much, and she would have been so proud of you”
“Thank you,” your voice broke as tears fell down your face
“They are beautiful, little princess”, he muttered, “I can’t wait to train them”, you giggled, “they are going to be deadly, I can already see it, if they get Strong’s built, they are going to be a menace”
“Oh I bet”, you muttered
“You did a great job kid”, he came to you, and leaned in and dropped a kiss in your forehead, “they are perfect”
“Thank you”. you whispered
“I'm so proud of you”. He whispered, to lean off of you. “You are a mom now”, he admitted with a silly smile
“What does that mean?”
“You have that look in your eyes”
“And what would that be?”, you asked, amused
“That kind, but menacing look”, he said, a respect in his voice, “like your own mother’s”, you gasped in surprise. “That look of, I’m going to love you no matter what you do, and also… I will burn anyone or anything that might bring you pain”
“I like that”, you admitted, feeling so powerful all of a sudden
“Late Queen Aemma would be so proud”
“You don’t know how much those words mean to me”, you whispered, “I miss her so much”
“I know”, he whispered, “I do too”, slowly and with his help, you stood up and walked towards the crib, grabbing little Maekar first, and handed it to Steffon, he received it with extreme care.
“Great I’m going to cry again”, he murmured, as he cuddled the babe against his chest, and then the baby opened his eyes and looked at him, he didn’t cry, he just cooed
“That is Maekar”, you introduced, “My son, that is the greatest knight and protector, Steffon” you mused. He chuckled, as he cradled him slowly
“And this” you grabbed your remaining babe, “It’s Rhaegar…”
“Now they are going to be strong knights, aren’t you?” he cooed. “fast and deadly, an unstoppable force”
“I agree to that”, he took turns holding both babies, and then, when cherished minutes passed fast, he placed them back in the bed
“I should go”, he leaned in and kissed your forehead, “congratulations”, and left the room. You smiled nostalgically, after all, the ghost of your mother lingered, the day you got married, the day you found out you were with child, and today, you missed her so much.
Like they could feel your sadness, the babies started crying, awake and missing your touch, or his father’s, you grabbed them both, they were so small that they fitted in your arms perfectly, but you guessed that in a couple of months you wouldn’t be able to grab them both
As you tried to calm them down, the doors to your chambers opened, and there came Lord Lyonel, and Larys, and of course Harwin, that, when he looked at your panicked face and your arms occupied with crying babies. He rushed to your side and grabbed Maekar
“I’m sorry”, you apologized, Lyonel came close to you and kissed your cheek
“Congratulations, sweet daughter by law, you have made us so proud, giving us two healthy boys, as your legacy”
“Thanks Lyonel, for your kind words”, you whispered
“Father meet Maekar, the future heir to Harrenhal” Harwin presented his son to his father, placing him in his awaiting arms, and he could not sound more proud, “And Larys, meet your new partner in crime, Rhaegar'', he took the abbe, that had calmed down when he heard the new people. Harwin’s brother seemed uncomfortable, but still received his nephew in his arms, he always gave you the creeps, but he was Harwin’s brother so there isn’t much you could do about it.
“I hope your labor was easy” he said gently
“Easy it wasn’t, but it was definitely worth it” you muttered back, and tiredness was getting to you, as you felt dizzy, Harwin sensed it, and was by your side in a second, letting you lean into him, putting an arm around you.
“They are so cute”, muttered Lyonel, looking down at his grandson, “and so well behaved”
“Just because you're here”, you giggled, “they are pretending”
“You see when Larys was born he was always so quiet” Harwin told you, he guided you to the bed where you sat comfortably, “mother always had to lean in his crib silently to see if he was still breathing” a crooked smile appeared in Larys’ mouth, “Maekar is just like that”
“Yes but you were a force, always crying your voice out” his father chimed in
“That’s where Rhaegar kicks in”, you chimed in. The smaller of your babies being the fuzziest one.
Your family by law fuzzed over the babies, but you were so tired you barely felt them. Larys couldn’t wait to leave the room, but Lyonel was so pleased, not emotionally into it, but like the head of a family that had his future secured not by one, but by two grandsons that will carry the name.
They left soon after, and the nannies and wet nurses came to take the babies so you could rest, and you were so tired you actually left them to take them, but felt uneasy doing so, they gave you a little of milk of the poppy to help you sleep, and soon after you were curled into your husband big arms
“I can’t believe we are holding our babies”, he whispered, “and that there's two of them”, you giggled sleepily, “you are amazing sweet wife”
“Thank you, sweet husband”, you whispered, he caressed your back and you fell asleep into Harwin’s arms and his sweet words.
The one that hadn't visited you all day, or the next day, was your own sister.
And the next day, as you cuddled with your two sons by the hearth of the room and they were in your arms, you started to wonder why…
Why wouldn’t she visit you? did she not care?
And Harwin knew exactly why
He refused her, and she was angry, angry and feeling utterly and completely alone. Laenor wouldn’t pay her more attention than he needed to, and she saw you enjoy everything she wanted to… Even though uf Harwin had been hers first, it was you that had him every night, it was you that called him husband and held him, and it was you who got to raise your babies with him for everyone to see, your sons were his children, not Jacaerys
And she couldn’t stand it
And Harwin knew this
So as you asked him that night why would Rhaenyra hold her presence form you, he didn’t know how to answer that
“She is probably busy, my love, he is the heir”
“But my father came, and he is the King”, you answered childishly. You barely gave birth a day ago, and you still felt terribly, so you didn’t dare to leave your room to look for your sister, and even then, you wouldn’t. You wouldn’t look for her when it was she who should come to you.
Now that you had babies, your priorities clearly changed, and as the entire court and every member of the Keep saw them in the next weeks, rather in your arms or Harwins, and people whispering about how similar they look to the crown prince Jacaerys, you couldn’t stand it. The court was a toxic place to be.
The Queen constantly made comments of how similar they looked to their cousin, and how “Strong” they were
So when Harwin told you about that thing he said about leaving King’s Landing and moving to his home in Harrenhal… you didn’t think it much and said yes.
Many times you wondered how you’d felt if you had to move away with Harwin, alone with him, with your husband, but the thought of your two sons, growing in open and safe spaces, surrounded by nature and growing alongside their dragons, and not by dark persons lurking in every corner of the Keep and the word “bastard” over their heads… you said yes
Your son’s dragons will grow in the open, with their dragon mom Vhaelar, and the construction of the new holdfast was going to be something to distract you with … besides being with Harwin’s family
And when you were ready to travel, you did.
It took 10 carriages, to take all the things you and Harwin had, and all the things your father had gifted you. And with long goodbyes and tight hugs from your family, Joanna, that now a member of court and with promises of visiting you every chance she gets, two dragon’s eggs, two babies, a husband, a member of the Kingsguard, and a huge dragon flying over you… you started the journey to your new home.
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》 Your sworn guards, Ser Harwin Strong and Ser Criston Cole, are yandere for you. 《
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Broken bonds
Paring: Ser Harwin Strong x Targ OC
Warnings: Mentions of blood
3.01
“This is my favorite part,” Harwin says, between kissing your neck. “I love it when you start to swell, and everyone can see you are carrying my child.”
You turn your head to capture Harwin’s lips with your own. You’d recently found out you were pregnant with your fourth child, and although you were delighted, you hadn’t thrown a feast to celebrate like your previous pregnancies, as it didn’t seem right. Days before the maester confirmed you were with a child, Ser Richard, Rhaenyra’s lover, suddenly died, leaving her utterly devastated. You had flown back and forth between Dragonstone and the red keep to try and comfort her, especially since she was pregnant with her third child, but no amount of sweet gestures or kind words would bring him back.
“I’ve got a gift for you,” Harwin takes your hand and leads you towards your bedchamber. He chuckles, seeing the mischievous look on your face. “That’s not what I was planning on giving you, but I could most certainly—”
You swat at his chest playfully. “I’ll hold you to that.”
When you enter the bedroom, you notice two beautiful sky blue dresses laying across the bed. The material was soft and had loose layers so that it would accommodate your growing bump. Harwin hugs you from behind; he kisses your cheek. “I know you want to feel close to your mother, and I thought wearing her house colors might help.”
Your eyes become glossy. “Thank you.”
The peacefulness of the moment is abruptly interrupted when one of your ladies-in-wait knocks on the door and then enters; her face is flushed red. “Forgive the intrusive princess, Ser, but there has been an incident during the children’s lessons today, and the maester said I was to inform you at once.”
Harwin is still behind you. “Was anybody hurt?”
She nods hesitantly, “The princess and prince's are fine, but a dragon keeper has been injured.”
Harwin starts to ask more questions, but you immediately know which son is behind whatever transpired. “Where is Vaegon?”
“In his chambers, princess.”
“Thank you,” you shake your head and go to leave, but a knight appears at the doorway before you have the chance to leave, “Ser Cartel.”
“Princess,” he greets. “Word has just arrived from the Red Keep that Princess Rhaenyra has gone into labor.”
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“Unless you are accompanied by myself, your father, or you are attending a lesson, you are no longer permitted in the dragonpit.”
“You flew on Varos much younger than I am.”
You shake your head and say, “This isn’t about your age, Vaegon. You are my son; it’s my job to keep you safe, and until you can assure us you won’t do anything reckless like that again, you will lose some privileges.”
You were changing into something more suitable for dragon riding while your son continued to do anything but explain everything that happened. “I didn’t say it,” he says. “Nightmare thought she was protecting me. I told her to stop, but it was too late. I didn’t mean for anyone to be hurt!”
“We know,” Harwin says calmly. “But that still doesn’t explain why you disrespect the maester by sneaking out of your lesson.”
Vaegon excused himself to go to the bathroom during his history lesson and made his way to the dragonpit. One of the dragon keepers had spotted Vaegon climbing upon his dragon, and when he attempted to bring him down, Nightmare burned him. Luckily, the dragonkeeper managed to jump out of the way, and only the back of his hand was badly burned. You, Harwin, and your son all apologized to the keeper. The maester assured you the man’s hand would heal, but it did nothing to help with the feeling of guilt.
Once you’ve finished buttoning your jacket, which was threatening to pop, you go to where your son is sitting and smooth his hair out of his face. “Remember what your grandsire told you? The idea that we control our dragons is just an illusion, and we must always remember that. Not only for our own safety, but others as well.”
Vaegon says nothing. Since the day he could walk, he had been getting himself into mischief, but something has changed recently. He was frustrated a lot of the time, and even now you can see the rage on his face. Vaegon was an exceptional dragon rider for only being ten years old, but he often failed to see the danger he was putting himself in.
“Muña?”
You turn to the doorway to see Aerion and Ada, and as soon as your daughter spots her father, she lets go of her brother's hand and skips over to him, and Harwin lifts her up, causing her to giggle. You smile at Aerion. “Yes, SweetPea?”
“Can I travel with you to the keep?”
“Of course, we will be leaving soon.”
“Thank you,” Aerion says, running off to his room to get changed.
Before the question leaves Vaegon's mouth Harwin answers it, “No, you will be traveling with me and Ada by boat. And you are going to attend the rest of your history lesson and apologize to the maester before we leave.”
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You ignore Ser Criston’s presence as you barge into the queen's quarters, holding onto Aerion’s hand. The first person you see is your brother-in-law, Ser Laenor, who was holding a newborn boy in his arms. Laenor had deeply disappointed you by allowing your sister to be treated so atrociously. Then your eyes land on the queen herself.
“How lovely to see you, princess,” Alicent says sarcastically. “And you too, Prince Aaron.”
Your son looks up at you confused, almost as if he’s trying to process why Alicent called him the wrong name.
“Sweetling, go say hello to Ser Laenor and the baby.” When Aerion goes over to them, you glare at Alicent. “What is the meaning of this? My sister should be resting after her labor.”
“I did insist the princess should be resting.”
“Before or after you demanded her newborn be brought to you? What kind of queen abuses their power by taking a babe from their mother?” You don’t even attempt to hide the venom in your voice.
As soon as you arrived at the keep, you were informed that your sister had only given birth less than an hour before, and the queen summoned the baby to be brought straight to her. And not wanting to be away from her child, Rhaenyra walked through the castle carrying her newborn. You kneel beside your sister, who looked exhausted, and kiss the back of her hand. “I’m so proud of you.”
“I’m glad you are here,” she says weakly.
“There she is, Vaella, my girl,” your father says happily when he enters the room. He greets you by kissing both cheeks. “I’m glad to have both my daughters under the same roof again.”
You notice your father's left arm is amputated up to his elbow, something Rhaenyra had failed to mention in any of her ravens you’d received recently. You smile at him and say, “I’ve missed you, father.”
“Rhaenyra has done us proud; he will be fine knight, I believe.” Seeing the way he smiles at your sister warms your heart. He rubs at the back of Aerion’s head and asks, "Are the rest of my grandchildren coming over?”
“Yes, Harwin will be bringing them over by boat.”
Laenor stands beside you and hands you the tiny baby. “This is Joffrey.”
You lock eyes with Rhaenyra, and you can tell she’s dissatisfied with the name choice. “He is precious.”
“That he is,” Laenor says, staring at the baby with so much love in his eyes. “I believe the princess has exhausted herself heroically.”
He helps your sister stand up, and you follow them with Aerion closely by your side. When you step into the hallway, Rhaenyra informs you that Jace and Luke needed to be informed that they had a new sibling. “I’ll go,” you offer. “Do you want to come to the dragonpit, SweetPea?”
“I’d like to stay with Auntie Rhaenyra and the baby, if that’s okay.”
Rhaenyra ruffles his hair. “Of course, sweet boy. Now, tell me all about your dragon; your mother told me you flew him for the first time last week.”
You watch, concerned, as they walk away. Your sister was putting on a brave face, but the trail of blood coming from her told a different story.
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coaxed you into paradise
Chapter Two: The Greens
Description: Saera Targaryen was her father's forgotten daughter. Years following her marriage with Ser Harwin Strong, she catches him in an affair with her sister and seeks solace in the arms of her uncle. Not realizing that the consequence of their affair is just as dire as her sister's.
Warnings: Pregnancy
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SAERA SITS DOWN outside of the room, her heart filled with fury, and her mouth hoping to curse a thousand times. Rhaenyra has offered her great dishonor by simply offering her babe to hold. And Harwin, even more dishonor by not leaving her.
Ser Criston Cole stands in front of her, as she resists a scoff. It seems like his time in Kingslanding gave him tack. Now he was just as greedy as all the other knights in the kingdom.
"Who should I offer the congratulations to?" he questions as she raises an eyebrow. He smirks, and turns towards the closed door. "To the princess? Or to your husband, the father?" he repeats himself and she chuckles.
"Ser Criston," she begins as her breath begins to drip with disdain. "Princess," he replies as she looks up at him. She gathers her gown and stands up, reaching to his level. "What you speak of is treason, and its consequences are one worth your head." she ends their conversation as she begins to walk away once more.
It seems that there is no solace for her in Kingslanding, no solace in the arms of her husband who was currently preoccupied with her sister. Saera needed Daemon — she needed somebody to be on her side.
A dragon alone in this world, was a terrible thing.
HARWIN ENTERS THEIR SHARED CHAMBER and smiles at his wife. The only thing that filled his heart was doubt as of the late. He was sure that the rumors about Rhaenyra's pregnancy have already reached Saera's ears — and judging from her easy to anger demeanor, she was already pissed with him.
"Good morrow, Harwin." she greets as she settles her book down on the table. He had the broad shoulders of the Rhoynar, and he seemed to be the perfect protector for Viserys' second daughter. "Good morrow, Saera." he greets as he sits down beside her.
If her sister was boldness and rage, then Saera was as calm as spring. It unnerved Harwin to no end — how his wife could remain idle and cold despite the whole realm scheming behind her back. She was strong in that regard, and Harwin loved his mortal emotions.
"It's such a shame that Prince Jace inherited his grandmother's Baratheon blood — shame that he doesn't have my family's valyrian features." she remarks as Harwin frowns. "He is still a Targaryen," he defended as she raises an eyebrow.
"Well that cannot be denied," she replies as she goes back to her book. She pauses for a while, pondering if it would be the right time to ask Harwin for an explanation. "I've heard rumors, Harwin," she states as he sighs loudly.
Saera's anger would be one that no water could extinguish. There was a time where they both loved each other — Harwin believed those times never left. But what he did was a betrayal worth blood. And he would pay for it in due time.
"Rumors about?" he acted clueless as she glares at him, pretending to focus on her book. "Rhaenyra and you. I didn't want to believe it at first — but Prince Jace looks exactly like you." she responds trying to leave out the fact that she already caught them red handed.
She reaches for him — a part of her heart still belonged to the heir of Harrenhall. Just a word from him, and she would allow herself to forget about their horrendous past.
"They are rumors, Saera." he shuts her down and she bites the insides of her cheeks. She wasn't sure what she wanted him to say. She wanted him to admit to his injustices. To beg on his knees for her forgiveness and start off in a clean slate.
She smiles and nods. Silence would suffice for now.
THE MAESTER'S OFFICE WAS COLD, there was a dripping of water behind her. She's been fatigued for a long time now — always vomiting, and always induced in nausea. She had her doubts — her uncle rarely pulled out when they made love.
"You're pregnant, my princess. Judging from your stomach, it must've been 3 turns of the moon since." The Maester states as she smiles, placing a hand on her swollen stomach.
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Harwin Strong Prequel
Harwin Strong x Reader x Rhaenyra
Part 1
Rhaenyra invites Mayanne for dinner, hoping for friendship.
Mayanne’s blood ran cold. For what reason would the heir invite her for dinner- in her private chambers no less? She had heard the rumors of an affair between her betrothed and the heir, seen the evidence of it in the eyes of Rhaenyras sons. Mayanne had long made her peace with it, knowing Harwin's heart would never be hers. However, that was before their betrothal and his public declaration of his love for her. Now that they were to be wed, Mayanne foolishly hoped he’d stop this madness. Yet, with the deliverance of Princess Rhaenyras' invitation, she felt the light of hope get dimmer.
As Mayannes's handmaidens laced her up, she pondered what could be the cause of this dinner. She felt her stomach twist with a peculiar feeling, a mix between dread and anticipation. Perhaps she was too pessimistic, and the Princess simply wished to clear up the rumors. With this thought, Mayannes heart felt lighter as she made her way to Her Majestys’ private chambers. With every step, Mayanne became brighter and brighter, sure that Princess Rhaenyra would dispel the nasty rumors. Perhaps they could even grow to be friends, the thought making a smile spread across Mayannes face. By the time Mayanne reached Rhaenyras chambers, she was jittery with excitement, a bright smile beaming from ear to ear.
“How odd,” She thought as she noted there was no guard stationed outside the Princess of Dragonstones private chamber, “Perhaps she sent them away as a show of trust and goodwill?”. With a gentle push, the door opened to reveal Princess Rhaenyra in the arms of a man. The Princess’s back was turned, her focus entirely on the man in front of her, her arms wrapped around his neck. His strong arms were wrapped tightly around Rhaenyras waist, his nose buried into her neck in such an intimate way that Mayanne felt she should retreat and avert her gaze. As Mayanne made a noise of surprise and took a step back, the man raised his head to look her in the eyes. Her heart dropped as his eyes widened in shock. As Mayannes eyes welled and her vision got blurry, She still could not tear her gaze away from her betrothed, Harwin Strong. As Harwin registered that they were interrupted, by his love nonetheless, his arms slipped from Rhaenyra as if her skin had scorched him.
At his withdrawal, Rhaenyra looked up at him, following his gaze to the stunned Mayanne at the door. Her lilac eyes looked bewildered, but just as quickly as they had widened, they relaxed into a mask of coolness. “My lady,” Rhaenyra began, her voice as tranquil as the waterfalls below the Eyrie. “Please, join us.” It was not a request, her eyes almost daring Mayanne to decline.
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The noise of cutlery cut through the awkward silence. Rhaenyra sat tensely, eyebrows furrowed in frustration at Mayannes' rebuttals to her attempts at conversation. Harwin sat as still as a statue, only occasionally lifting his fork up to pick at the luxurious feast Rhaenyra had prepared for her esteemed guest. While both Harwin and Rhaenyras' discomfort was quite apparent, Mayanne appeared serene. If it were not for her sharp tone the few times she did speak, one would be inclined to think that she was having a quiet dinner with her family. Rhaenyra has long since given up her original objective for this dinner, her dreams were crushed the second Mayanne had come earlier than expected. Still, the Princess held onto the naive hope she could still convince her fair lady to hear her out, what a fool she was. Rhaenyra kept her gaze on Mayanne, her eyes no longer hopeful but now darkened to a dark indigo. If Mayanne would not hear her proposition out, instead wishing to jump to conclusions, then Rhaenyra would play the role she had been given.
“Mayanne,” Rhaenyra called out, voice scratchy and almost sounding desperate at Lady Mayannes stony demeanor. Harwin looked back and forth between them, he did not know what Rhaenyra was planning. He had no idea that she had even invited his betrothed for dinner. And for what cause? Was it to send a message to his betrothed? Was it all a part of Rhaenyras grand scheme that his Mayanne catch them in such a comprising position? No matter what her plans were, Harwin found himself looking at Rhaenyra with suspicion. But her gaze was focused entirely on Mayanne, who was slow to look up and acknowledge the princess. “I’ve heard some concerning rumors. I want to make something very clear,” The heirs' voice left no room for argument. Mayanne held her breath, waiting for the princess to continue. Perhaps, she had misjudged and Rhaenyra was willing to end her foolish affair with Harwin. “I want only the best for my dear friend Harwin,” At that, Harwin held his breath, knowing what was coming next. “I have heard of your… dalliances with stableboys at your lord father's ca-” Mayanne stood up, slamming her cutlery down onto her plate, making a loud crashing sound. She stood, back rigid, and held the Princess’s firm gaze. Rhaenyra opened her mouth- a stunned glint in her eye -presumably to chastise Mayanne, however, Mayanne was out the door before the Targaryen could get a word out. Harwin shot Rhaenyra a look, a warning, as he rose to pursue his betrothed. He may share his bed with Rhaenyra but they both know it is Mayanne who has his loyalty. He faltered, just for a second, when seeing the usually headstrong Princess look so defeated, shoulders slumped, mouth pursed, and eyes rimmed with red.
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Before the Sky Falls | Prologue
A/N: lol the timeline has been shifted enough that Daenys and Aemond are basically the same age. I am kinda just lifting everyone's birth years from the ASoIaF wiki page and making adjustments.
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The springtime weather had finally arrived, bringing with it a sense of renewal and hope to the residents of King's Landing. The air was crisp and fresh, with a light breeze that carried the scent of blooming flowers and budding trees. As the days grew warmer, the castle's gardens came to life with vibrant colours and fragrant blossoms, and the sounds of chirping birds filled the air. The sun shone brightly in the sky, warming the stones of the castle's walls.
For the crown princess of Westeros, Rhaenyra Targaryen, who was heavily pregnant and due to give birth sometime in the spring, the change in weather brought both joy and trepidation. She felt the stirrings of new life within her, but also the weight of fear that came with giving birth. As the weeks went by, the princess grew increasingly restless and uncomfortable. The warm weather made her swollen feet ache, and the constant movement of the babe within her left her feeling drained and exhausted.
Her stepmother, and dearest childhood friend, Queen Alicent Hightower, had also given birth to her second son earlier that year and Rhaenyra couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy as she thought about the queen's relatively unproblematic delivery. The maesters repeatedly told her that every birth was different, but she couldn't help but feel anxious about her own impending labour. Her mind was plagued by the sorrowful tales of her ancestors and each of the women who had lost their lives in the pursuit of serving their realm. If difficult pregnancies were genetic, Rhaenyra was sure she would have the worst of it. Her mother, Aemma Arryn, and even her grandmother Alyssa Targaryen. They had all died from the complications of childbirth.
Her mother's haunting words came back to her often these days.
You will lie in this birthing bed soon enough.
That was the last time she had ever spoken to her, and then she had died, stolen from her by the brother she never even got to hold. She also remembered her own words, her adamant resolution that she would rather die as a knight in battle. Oh, how the tables had turned and the restless babe in her womb made her take back every single one of her claims.
Rhaenyra Targaryen went into labour a fortnight too earlier, like her grandmother Daella Targaryen, much to the horror of the maesters. The midwives rushed around the room, trying their best to help the princess through her pains, but the stifling atmosphere in the birthing chamber only made her more ill-tempered. She forbade the maesters and all men from entering, and only allowed her sister-in-law, the Lady Laena Velaryon, to remain at her side. Lady Laena held her hand and tried to comfort her as best she could, but even she could not soothe the wailing heir to the Iron Throne. She had been in labour for almost two whole days, and the babe still showed no signs of coming.
As the labour pains intensified, Rhaenyra felt her body convulse with pain, causing her to cry out in agony. Her breathing became more strained and she could feel the sweat dripping down her forehead. With each contraction, she clutched Lady Laena's fingers tighter, her knuckles turning white. As the hours passed, the pain only grew more intense, causing her to feel as if her body was being ripped apart from the inside. She swore to the gods above, the old and the new, as fear rose within her. Something was wrong. The baby was not coming out as easily as it should have.
"I'm scared. What if I don't make it? What happens then?" Rhaenyra whimpered, tears streaming down her face.
Lady Laena smoothed the hair away from her face and dabbed a cool, wet washcloth on her forehead, "You will not die, princess. You will survive this and you will live to raise your child."
"But what if I do? Fuck, what if I don't survive this? It's too much, too much!"
"I will not hear you speak of such things! Just breathe Rhaenyra, you will be fine," Laena took deep measured breaths and motioned for the princess to follow along.
On the third day at dawn, a baby's cries filled the room, and after cutting the umbilical cord, the midwife finally held up a small, squirming bundle to the exhausted princess. Tears of relief and joy streamed down her face as she reached out to take the newborn child into her arms. The room erupted into cheers as the news of the baby's safe delivery spread throughout the castle.
Laena kissed Rhaenyra's forehead, "A daughter, princess. You did so well."
Rhaenyra held her daughter close, overwhelmed with emotion. The child was small and fragile, but she had come into the world kicking and screaming with unbridled energy. There was a smattering of silver-gold hair on her head and when she opened her eyes to blink up at Rhaenyra slowly, they were a deep violet. Rhaenyra exhaled in relief. She was beautiful.
Laenor Velaryon burst in through the door just then, a broad grin on his face.
"A girl, they said. And what a girl indeed, you can hear her from across the castle," he exclaimed joyfully. "Why she's got the lungs of a dragon!"
Laena laughed at her brother's words and vacated her spot beside the princess so that he could take her place. He sat at the edge of the bed cautiously, taking the wet cloth from his sister's hand and wiping Rhaenyra's brow with it.
"The lungs of a dragon indeed. She will not stop crying," Rhaenyra chuckled.
"It is a sign that she is healthy, princess," one of the midwives smiled.
The room was filled with chatter as the midwives cleaned up and the servants rushed to bring in fresh linens and hot water to wash Rhaenyra with. She smiled weakly, tears of happiness streaming down her face as she kissed the crown of her daughter's head and handed her off to Laenor. Only then did the baby stop howling, and blinked up at him with innocent eyes.
"Oh look, I think she likes me better," Laenor joked, nestling his daughter gently, and admiring her delicate features that were so different from his own.
"Thank you for being here with me, Laena," Rhaenyra murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I couldn't have done this without you."
Laena squeezed her hand, "Of course, I wouldn't miss it for the world."
Next to arrive were the king and queen of Westeros, along with Princess Rhaenys and her husband, Lord Corlys. King Viserys's face was filled with joy, but Queen Alicent's demeanour was more reserved and observant. She immediately sat down on one of the divans in the room, still recovering from her own labour a few months prior.
"I have a granddaughter I hear. Let me see her then, the future heir to the Iron Throne," King Viserys beamed.
Laenor handed his daughter to her and the king cradled her, proudly showing her off to her other grandparents.
"She has her grandmother's eyes, just look at them!"
"What will you name her?" Lord Corlys pondered.
Rhaenyra smiled at her father, "We were thinking that you might have a name for her, Your Grace."
Viserys gazed upon the child thoughtfully, and he couldn't help but tear up. She looked just like his beloved Aemma. The Targaryen family was filled with great characters from which he could have chosen his granddaughter's name, but it didn't feel right to give her the name of just another warrior.
"Many in our line have been dragon riders, but very few among us have been dreamers. Her name will be Daenys so that perhaps she may inherit her ancestor's gift of prophecy," he declared and handed the child to Lord Corlys.
"Daenys Velaryon, a fine princess, and the future heir to the Iron Throne," Lord Corlys looked forward to the day when someone with his name would finally sit on the throne. History remembered names after all, not blood.
Princess Rhaenys ran a finger across the baby's nose, "We have picked out an egg for her as well, from Meleys's latest clutch, to be placed in her cradle."
Queen Alicent nodded politely as everyone in the room continued to speak amongst themselves. When Rhaenyra reached for her, she went and sat by her side and held her hand, but she could not shake the feeling of despair that clawed at her from the inside. She wished that her husband had shown this much enthusiasm at the birth of his own children, as he did for his grandchild. She wished that he had taken this much care in naming their own daughter, then perhaps Helaena would have been named something else that reflected his passions this deeply. It was this bitterness that she just could not let go of, even as she congratulated Rhaenyra and wished her a speedy recovery. However, when she was finally handed the babe, she couldn't help but smile. The small blonde girl reminded her of her own little Aemond, and she couldn't bring herself to hold any animosity toward the child itself. If she noticed that the newborn's features bore great resemblance to those of the Commander of the City Watch, she kept it to herself. It was only one child, perhaps it was a coincidence that her colouring was nothing like Ser Laenor's, she told herself.
"You're beautiful aren't you," she cooed at the baby. "We shall let you get some rest Rhaenyra, you have had an exhausting few days."
King Viserys kissed his daughter farewell and ushered everyone out of the room, Queen Alicent taking the babe along with her to get her cleaned up. Only when they were all gone, could Rhaenyra truly relax. She took several deep breaths, her body still sore from her tireless efforts and her head slumped back against the headboard. There was a hesitant knock on the door and she croaked out for them to come in.
Ser Harwin Strong entered the room slowly, a bouquet of spring roses in his hand.
"Princess," he said, bowing respectfully. "I heard the good news, and I just had to come and see for myself."
Rhaenyra looked up from her bed, her face still flushed and sweaty from the labour. She smiled weakly at her sworn shield.
"Ser Harwin, it is good to see you. The child has been taken away to be tended to, she is not here."
"She is not the only one I have come to see," Ser Harwin walked over to her bed and handed her the flowers. "For the new mother."
"Thank you, Ser Harwin. They're beautiful."
"If I may Princess...?"
Ser Harwin reached toward Rhaenyra, and after a quick glance at the closed door, Rhaenyra nodded, allowing him to press a kiss to her forehead. Just as he was pulling away, Ser Laenor, walked in.
"While it is obvious that my little princess prefers my company, I thought she might like to meet another very important person," he teased, handing the baby to Ser Harwin and closing the door behind him once again when he left.
Ser Harwin held the child gingerly, his eyes full of adoration.
"She has your nose," Rhaenyra commented softly.
Ser Hariwn sighed, "I am glad that it is the only part of me that she has inherited. The rest of her is lovely like her mother and her grandmother."
"Do not say that."
"I speak the truth princess, but you should know that I love her with all my heart. What is her name?"
"My father has named her Daenys. I think he hopes that she will be a dreamer, although I doubt that will be true. She looks like a fighter to me."
Daenys Strong.
Ser Harwin tries out the name on the tip of his tongue, low enough for no one but his own heart to hear. His firstborn daughter. He would never call her by that name but for a single silent moment, she is his and he is hers.
"Daenys Velaryon," he finally says. "A wonderful name indeed. What makes you say she is a fighter."
"A mother's instinct. And she has got the blood of a warrior."
"A blood of a warrior hmm."
"You should have seen her scream when she came out, already so angry with the world, as if it had done her some grave injustice. Although if she is to be a woman, I suppose the world will do her a great many injustices. I just hope that I am able to protect her from the worst of them."
Ser Harwin kissed Daenys's rosy cheek as she slumbered in his arms, "I will protect her for as long as I live."
"May that be a very very long time indeed."
The two of them sat in silence for a few moments, gazing at their newborn baby and basking in the joy of the moment. Despite the uncertainty of what lay ahead, they were content to enjoy these stolen moments where they could find them.
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The life they gave away | FemOC Hightower x Harwin Strong,
summary: when will they can do it again?
a/n: English is not my first language so expect for grammatical and typographical erros (I'm not joking srsly my english is not great).
warnings: angst love, age gap, arrange marriage? (not really sure if I can call it like that)
Being the oldest daughter of the King's Hand is very exhausting at a young age she has to learn how to be a "decent" girl, she always read books, learns new things, study history, and everything because that's what her father wants.
"Agatha" she looked at the girl who called her, her younger sister Alicent.
"The carriage is already here, Father want our presence in the Keep" she explained again as they ride the said carriage.
When they arrive at the castle Alicent was immidiately drifted away from her she said she's gonna look for her bestfriend Rhaenyra, the princess of the realm. She walked around the castle being here always when she was a little girl she already knew the route around the castle.
She walked inside the kitchen and saw a lot of servants there preparing some foods, her eyes scanned the room and looked for someone she knew here, Romilda the oldest cooker here.
"Romilda? what's with all the food?" she asked while giving her the book she asked for.
"Oh it's for the knights Lady Hightower, the Queen Aemma said that we should give them snacks for today it was an urgent order so were being quick" she said and go back to work.
"I will help" she said and started to do works some servants protest but she still insisted, she have nothing to do here her father is still in a meeting, and her sister is with the princess, so instead of just roaming around why don't she help them?
She baked breads and cookies she used her late mother's recipe that she thought her before, she gave Romilda one of it to taste test.
"Agatha this is delicious" the old lady compliment making her smile reach to her eyes, she was flattered as the other maids tried it and they all agreed.
"Thank you, it's my mother's own recipe" she said and started to bake more.
She wiped the sweats forming in her forehead, she loves baking but god she didn't expect this amount of bread to be baked but she can't complain she asked Romilda of how many possible bread she have to bake and she happily agreed when the lady said a specific amount. After baking all of it she put it all in a big container.
"I'll come with you, please" she begged.
"Ask your father first Lady we can't let you out the castle without his permission" Lucinda nodded and run fast until she reached the council meeting room.
"I would like to talk to my father please" she said to the knight that was guarding the door, the knight nod and opened the door letting her in.
All eyes turned to her as she entered the room and whispered to her father.
"Father I will help the servants to give foods for the knights in City Watch, please let me come with them" she pleaded. Otto gave her a familiar look when his answer is a no, she nod in defeat and was about to leave.
"Let her Otto so she can also see the City, you're daughter is no kid anymore" She heard the King said.
"She's still a young girl, your grace but if that's the king's order I will allow it, you can go" Agatha smiled widely and muttered a thank you to the King.
She was smiling from ear to ear, and walked back to the kitchen she told Romilda that her father already allowed her and the lady happily guide her to her carriage, Agatha also insisted to bring breads with her in the carriage.
Her ride was quiet but deep inside she was so excited after eighteen years she can finally see the City she grew up on. But sadly she can't explore it, after minutes she heard a knock in her carriage it was Romilda, they have arrived at the City and where the knights took there rest for some minutes. She helped them put the foods on the table that was served she can see some of faces are shock probably some didn't recognized her or some are surprise to see her.
She roamed her eyes around and it was settled to a big tall man he was talking to someone, she scanned him he's wearing a knight armor and a sword on his right side, he looked so scary like someone who you wouldn't want to mess with.
On the other hand Harwin was talking with his brother gathering information about the daughter of the King's Hand.
"Fuck off Harwin" Larys said completely annoyed because of his brother.
"Come on brother, I just want to know her"
"Does it look like I have talked to her? Also if you want to know her go talk to her but I will warn you, Otto is not an easy guy brother" Larys reminded him, he only rolled his eyes.
He's not scared to approach her he just don't want to scare her off.
He looked for her and saw her talking to Romilda a cooker from the Keep she was also helping her with the foods, she took the container from the old lady and happily brought it on the table, everyone ate and laugh and saying thank you to the servants, she looked at Agatha and saw her looking at the baked breads and cookies, she kept looking at it and back to the people.
Agatha was nervous, why does no one was eating her breads and cookies? she continues peeling the skin of her fingers, she turned around and stayed inside her carriage she decided to just stay there until they go back.
A hard knocked startled her inside, she opened it and saw Romilda narrowing her eyes at her.
"What are you doing here? The people are looking for you!" Romilda scolded.
"They do?"
"Of course they said that your pastries are delicious" Agatha jumped out off the carriage like an excited kid and fixed herself before walking to the people waiting for her, everyone complimented her.
"This is great my lady!"
"Truly one of the best cookies I ever had"
"I could eat this all day and still ask for it"
And a lot more compliments, she felt appreciated and welcomed, her father told her baking is a waste of time but she didn't believed it and continue doing it because to her baking and the cookies she made is a memory of her late mother to her.
"Thank you, I'm happy that all of you liked it" she said and smile.
She see some knights inviting other people to eat with them always offering her pastries to them,
"Now I need to know what's the recipe behind this amazing cookies" she slightly jumped when she heard a voice behind her, it was the knight she saw earlier.
"Oh! it's my mother's recipe, Ser?" she trailed waiting for the familiar guy to answer her,
"Harwin"
"Ser Harwin, I learned it from her" she added, Harwin can't help but to admire her smile, eyes, her entire face actually.
"I'm Agatha by the way" she introduced herself trying to be friends with the knight.
"I do think a lot knew you, you're father is the King's Hand" he said and took another bite on the cookies he was holding, her cookies was really great that's why he immidietly told everyone to give it a bite.
Agatha just smiled at him and turned around helping the servants again.
"I would stay away if I were you, Otto will surely wed her to some high Lords" He glared at his bitter brother beside him.
His eyes followed her as the girl entered the carriage.
"If she looked back means were gonna meet again" he thought to himself.
And she did looked back.
She smiled sweetly at him and waved a goodbye, Harwin did the same he waved back like a kid to her, she is an amazing woman.
Harwin watched her climb up to her carriage and wide smile was plastered on his face he can see the disgusted look his younger brother's throwing at her but he didn't care.
The god must really love him because they make his dream come true, it was night when he decided to visit and hunt some wild animals in the forest, he was eyeing for that white horse but it ran away he go after it but it lost in his vision.
"Fuck" he muttered to himself, he panicked when he heard some twigs rumbling sounds like he has an accompany.
He followed the source of the sound and suddenly it stopped.
Agatha was walking around the forest to gather some fresh air but she felt like someone is following her, getting alerted she hid from the big tree and wore her hood there she saw a man coming out from the dark, she took her dagger and tackled the man.
She pushed the guy to the ground before pointing the dagger in his throat.
"Who are you and why are you following me?" she asked, she can't clearly see the man beneath him cause other hood was too big for her head.
"Lady I'm sorry to-" she realized who's the voice from and instantly took off her hood both person was shock.
"Harwin?"
"Lady Hightower?" they both said at the same time.
She moved away from him realizing how awkward there position was, she fixed the dress under the long hood and Harwin also did the same, shame covered her whole body and just walked away.
Harwin followed her until her reached at the very end of forest, it was a cliff Agatha sat there making her legs swing.
"It's dangerous for you to be out here" Harwin said sitting beside her.
"I just want some fresh air you know, it's been a rough day" she smiled her eyes was glistening from the tears that's forming on the side of her eyes.
"You know people say I'm a great listener" he jested and acted fake proud about it, she laughed at him.
"Why? Has anybody already open up to you Ser? or it's a different thing that you're hearing?" she joked back she tilted her head to the side, teasing him.
"You'll never know" he answered and they both laughed together, her eyes disappear everytime she laughs which is an odd thing because her eyes aren't that small.
When their laughs faded the lady sighs.
"My father, he wants me to go in the North and wants me to be a nun which is I don't understand! He wants Alicent to be wed to some high lord but for me he want me to be a fucking nun? it's not like I hate them but I don't want to be a nun! Sevens my father is so weird, when I told him I don't want to and that I want to get wed and be a Queen or a high born wife he laughed at me" her strong features soften as she remember the words her father gave her.
"He said I'm not pretty enough for a lord to marry me or asked my hand in marriage, he said I'm not pretty as my mother nor my sister...." she said almost turning into a whisper.
"What the fuck is wrong with her father?" Harwin thought, every knight was literally drowned to her beauty when she arrived at the City he have to threaten some of them to not make a move to her so he can have her for himself only.
"I really wanted to be a Queen someday you know, I want people to look up to me, respect me I know it sound silly but still...I also want to help them, the people.... " He adored her reasons but Harwin lost his hope in her words, being a Queen is something he can never give to her, he's a heir but not a King.
"It's no silly even I want to be a King though it's impossible but who gives care? we dream what we want" he tried to cheer her gladly it worked the girl beamed at him.
Harwin and Lady Agatha shared a lot of bonds the next few days, they shared a lot of information about themselves and Harwin couldn't be any happier finally Agatha knew and acknowledge him, he knew a lot of things about her, she loves baking, reading, and painting she also has a great voice.
Meanwhile, Agatha is also happy about the accompany the knight is giving her, she loves how carefree Harwin is something she could never be, the knight awakens something inside her that she never recognized but whenever she's with him she somewhat felt happy.
The love between them grows as time goes by and they're not the only person who took a notice about it.
"So you and Ser Harwin?" Alicent teased her, they're in their assigned room and prepare to rest but her little sister had invite her in her chamber.
"What about him?" she asked while turning the pages the book she's gonna read for her, her focus was interrupted when the door of her sister's chamber opened and revealed the princess; Agatha stood up and bow her head for respect.
"No, there's no need" Rhaenyra chuckled and held her shoulders slowly pushing her down to sit again, and then the two young girls started poking her.
"You never told me there's something between you and Breakbones, hmm" Rhaenyra teased and poked the sides of her waist and Alicent did the same.
"There's no something between us Rhaenyra" Agatha said not looking at them but just at her books as soon as the playful smile appeared in her lips the two other girls squealed and giggled loudly, she panicked a bit and sign them to stop.
"Do not make any loud sounds we might wake up the whole Keep" she reprimanded the two.
But even herself she can't help but to feel her inside from thrilling, Harwin was truly handsome but it's not only his looks that made her like him, despite from her nickname he was a gentleman and seems like the perfect type of a man who will submit to her, to his lover. The idea of a man being dedicated to her makes her inside beam.
"Both of you should rest, Queen Aemma wouldn't want to know that the princess is late for her bed" She reminded them, and leave the room
She was walking through the empty halls to her chamber when a hand grabbed her arms and dragged her somewhere, she looked up to see Harwin wearing his city watch uniform.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
Harwin didn't answer until they reached outside the castle Harwin pushed a mystery door and it revealed them somewhere near the lake.
"Can you walk more?" Harwin asked her with a wide smile in his face, before she can even answer she heard Harwin whispered something under his breath before carrying her in a bridal style.
"Ah- I can walk Harwin" she raise her voice, the knight just chuckled he continue to walk until they reach at the top of a mountain, star was visible in the sky and the moon is full and bright..
Agatha was astonish of the scenery in front of her, she slowly sat on the grass she didn't mind if it will stain her dress, she looked around and saw Harwin looking up and admiring the beautiful sky too.
He looked so fucking beautiful the stars reflecting in his deep blue eyes is ideal, his long curly hair in a half bun, his strong posture everything about him is flawless, that's where she realized she have fallen in love with him, Ser Harwin "Breakbones" Strong, the strongest knight in the Seven Kingdoms, the man she dreamed of.
"Harwin" she called him, he turned his head to her and walked closer to her he stopped few feet away from her but Agatha walked closer, closing the large distance between them.
"Thank you" she said and smile and small tear forming in the side of her eye, only now did she feel that she was important to someone, that someone see her, know her truly.
"You deserve more than this to be truthful" Harwin tried to kiss her forehead but Agatha grip her collar and sealed her lips to him, she can feel how Harwin froze, she caress his hair to calm him.
And there under the moon, not only the gods but so are the stars and the moon itself witnessed their love for each other.
"Someday, if the right time comes I'm gonna marry you and make you mine" Harwin whispered between their passionate kiss.
"I'm already yours" she answered.
////
Day passed Agatha was happy with Harwin but they need to keep their love between the two of them I mean that WAS their plan only if the princess and her sister aren't that so smart.
"I never expected the both of you to be together!" Agatha hushed the loud princess.
"Princess Rhaenyra, Lady Alicent promise me you will keep this personal, me and Agatha still need time" Harwin explained, the two girls nodded understanding him.
Rhaenyra stood up as soon as her personal shield, Ser Criston Cole called her the knight said that her father is asking for her audience.
They all watched as the young princess walked out of the garden, Agatha insisted on going with her since she will also have to talked with her father.
Harwin and Alicent was left at the garden the girl coughed to gain Harwin's attention, when he looked at her she exhales and spoke
"Ser Harwin I trust you with my sister please make her happy" she said with a smile but the smile was something else like she's...... sad?
"You're sister makes me the happiest man on the whole Realm and I only intend to give back what she deserves" Alicent was amused by his words Ser Harwin truly is one of a kind man, no wonder her older sister fell for him, Alicent know that her sister will need Harwin, one day she will have to left Agatha and do a duty her father want.
Alicent can't help the tear that escaped her eyes, she instantly looked away while wiping the tears off her.
"Lady? Are you alright? did I say something wrong" Harwin grew worried but she just shook her head.
"No no I'm just happy for my sister" it was a half lie, that's not the reason why she's crying but she was happy for her sister.
////
Agatha was walking back to her chamber not planning to go back at the garden to meet her lover and sister, she immediately closed her door and locked it.
She didn't mean to eavesdrop the small meeting between the King, her Father and the Princess, the Queen is now dead, she's been dead for three days but the King didn't have the courage to tell the people and her daughter, she died from a childbirth..
She was worried for Rhaenyra but also sad because the Queen has been a great mother figure to both her and Alicent, she heard a soft knock in her and opened it, it was the young princess Rhaenyra, the girl immediately hugged her tightly and breakdown to her.
"Mother's dead...." she whispered, her cries are followed with Alicent's footstep as soon as she saw Rhaenyra crying she already know that she have heard the sad news.
Alicent wrapped her arms to hug her bestfriend, they both entered her room and comforted the grieving princess, after couple of hourd passed Alicent called by their father she excused herself to both of them before leaving.
"How are you feeling?" Agatha asked as she stroke the white hair of the princess, she sat up and wipe her tears.
"I am not okay but both of you are here so it's more great you two bring so much comfort in me..... especially Alicent" the last word almost sound a whisper but didn't go unnoticed by the Lady, she was no blind and it's clear as sky the little romance that her sister and the princess is having, from leaving and entering their chambers together with smile and loving stares at each other, from always looking out for each other, the hugs, small hands gestures, teasing small kisses, it all connected to the older Hightower, they were inlove with each other romantically.
"She's special to me.., Alicent" Rhaenyra said and grabbed her hand squeezing it.
"I can't help but to fall for her, she made me feel valid, and loved though my father never failed to show love to me but hers is different, Alicent- she's...... she's everything to me" the princess added, Agatha can almost see how her pupils gets bigger while confessing her love for her sister, and slowly a loving smile formed on the princess' lips.
"I am inlove with Alicent...and she feel the same way we've been hiding our relationship for almost a month" she confessed.
Agatha knew from the start, just as she said she's not blind nor stupid or maybe the two young girls are just too obvious.
"You both deserve each other and I am happy for both of you and I will do everything I can to protect you both, it just saddens me that I have to hear it from you and not from my own sister" she faked sad and dramatically held her chest like it's hurting, Rhaenyra laughed and softly smacked her arm.
Agatha was happy that these young girls have found themselves and their happiness.
But women aren't free to love who they want in a society that's lead by men....
//
"No I can't do that!" Alicent shouted to their father as she reject him.
The King's Hand, your father Otto Hightower have always lust for a higher position, even his current position now didn't satisfy him and the only position who's higher than his is the King.
So when he realized he can't have it perhaps one of his future grandsire can, that's when he called for a family meeting in their tower.
"You do must I say! I am your father-"
Alicent and Otto are fighting in front of her, she just her father as he offer your younger sister to "comfort" the sad King til it leads to something but of course her sister rejected him, she can't do that to the princess, her secret lover.
"I can't do it father I can't!" and that's where Otto grow tired convincing her sister and turned to her.
She is his last chance....
Otto didn't want her to be the Queen he always saw her as unworthy because of her weak attitude but truly her father never knew her and her desires for the high title, her plans for the Kingdom, everything.
And she's not going to lie, her father's plan will lead her to somewhere and if lucky she can be the next Queen which she always dreamed of, she knew how much she wants to be the Queen and now the opportunity is in front of her, she have choices.
First she can reject his father and her father would let him, let's say Otto kind of favors her more than Alicent when it comes to this decision weird yes but what can she do? and then her younger sister is forced to do what their father wish, second, accept it.
And she choose the one she would benefit, the second one.
With that she can be the Queen and she can protect Alicent and Rhaenyra she will make sure that they will have a happy life while their young and she can help the people who need needs help.
The kids in Flea Bottom, families there and women who endured all kind of abuse just to survive their daily lives......she wants to help them and to make it come true she have to be the Queen first...
"I'll do it but in one condition" she said.
Alicent looked at her older sister and shook her head trying to say that she doesn't have to do this but Agatha already decided, she will do this one way or another.
Otto let her do what she wants she said that she would make the King marry her but not by bedding him, she would never stoop that low. She will go to the King's bed and comforted him give him sweet words saying how brave he is.
She knew the King, she knew how vulnerable and sensitive he is, she knew what the right words to use for him to like her, she will made him feel valid, understood, and more.
//
"You're greater than you think My King" Agatha said and rub his back, he just got into an argument with his brother again and Daemon insulted him for how weak he is as a King.
"A great father and a King the people couldn't ask for more do you hear me?" she caressed both side of his face and make him look at her.
Viserys is a great man she would not deny it but he is weak to be a King he's soft heart, his lack of strategies on everything, and vulnerability is his weaknesses.
"How can you still see me like that?" Viserys asked.
She was lost in his eyes not because it was beautiful but because she can almost see Harwin's eyes on his, she was lost and her mind completely went to him.
To her love....
But she didn't let that mess this up, she smiled sweetly at him "Because that who you are and you deserve all the love a person can give you..." she said.
She hoped her words brought comfort to him because she really want to comfort the sad King but she also wished it worked on him.
And it did.
Later Viserys talked with her father and asked for her hand in marriage of course her father agreed instantly.
The news was delivered to her by her sister Alicent she smiled to her, Agatha turned around at her as the tears starts pooling to her eyes.
This is what she wants right? to be the Queen? then why the fuck she is crying?
Well maybe because of the fact that she just realized that she will have to leave Harwin, even though her marriage with the King is pure political Agatha wants to be a dutiful and faithful wife.
"Sister I'm sorry...." Alicent hugged her from behind.
"I have to talk to him"
"Can I ask you something Agatha?" She looked at her young sister and nod "If you love him then why are you doing this? You could just say no to our father and you know well he will be okay with it and force me to marry him instead but you didn't"
Those questions was repeated to her now, but now it was the love of her life who's asking.
"Why did you offer yourself if you can just say no?" was the exact words that leave his mouth.
She wanted to protect Alicent and Rhaenyra is one of her reason but she have a specific reason why did that.
She also wanted to be a Queen....
It's was her dream, it's what her heart wants, she loves Harwin so much other than everyone but he's no King, it sounds selfish yes but being in her situation where men decides for your fate is exhausting, with this marriage she can get away from her father's order and she can even help women in the realm.
She want to rule, to have power, for people look up to her, for people to listen to her. She wanted all of that and Harwin can't give that to her.
///
"I need this Harwin you know that" she said and pulled his hand to place it on her cheeks.
The soon the news reached his ears he immediately went to her and they both went at the top of the mountain where he brought her. Where Agatha first felt the love that Harwin have for her.
Of course Harwin understands her, he knew how much she wanted this what she would trade to be the Queen, he just didn't expect that this day would really come.
"I will always wait for you" Harwin reminded him, his eyes starts to water but the strong wind wipe it away.
"Don't.... please....you have nothing to wait from me I'm never coming back to you"
"Why? I can be your mistress if you want, please there's always a way Agatha" Harwin begged and cupped both side of her cheeks.
"I love you Harwin please know that"
"Then why are you doing this to me?"
"Want is different from need, I need you but I want to be the Queen and I chose to where I can do something"
The silence covered them, her hands on his shoulder while his in on the both side of her cheeks. Harwin was staring at her, her eyes that's covered with teard and sadness, her lips that has a small comforting smile.
He love you and he will understand every decision you make, he wants you to be happy even if it means that you have to leave him.
"I do not deserve your love..." her chuckle turned into a sob as she stood up and starts to walked away.
It's the truth she didn't deserve his love, he will give up anything for her but she won't do the same, their like an asymptote line,no matter how closer they get fate will always find away to separate them.
While Agatha thinking she doesn't deserve his love nor anyone's love Harwin didn't think the same instead he thought that maybe if he showed her his love for her then maybe it will be enough for her to stay.
For her to choose him...
"You deserve everything Agatha you have give every part of yourself to everyone, you also deserve for someone to give you a part of themselves and I'm willing and will always be willing to be that person" Harwin said and kissed her forehead.
That was the most saddest form of touch they both felt.
No matter what decision Agatha will make Harwin will always love her, with or without something to return.
"I really want to think it that way but I just can't....I't doesn't feel right maybe because some people just really don't deserve to be happy like genuinely happy and unfortunately I am one of them" The day she and Harwin became together she thought she can finally have a genuine and happy life because after years finally someone loved her, a love without needing to return for it, a love without needing to give back but maybe all of that was just a thought.
Maybe the gods forbid her for being happy if is so what did she do to deserve a such thing? why does she have to crave for power and not love?
"I'm sorry.... really I am, I want to come back but I can't anymore I wanted this Harwin I want you to know that there's no one to blame on this not my father, Alicent or even my betrothed" she added.
Her betrothed...
Harwin thought that words will be refered to him someday, "Agatha's betrothed".
"Did you regret meeting me?" Agatha asked suddenly. She wanted to know, did he? after this would he tell himself that maybe of both of you didn't crossed path this wouldn't happen?.
"No, and if in different times this would happen again I would still always choose to cross my path with you because I love you, I love everything about you, your kind souls, eyes, smiles, lips, words, I love your decision whether it's right or wrong I love you Agatha so no I never regretted every single thing we had" With his words Agatha broke down.
She hurt him and what's worst is she can't do anything to mend his pain.
She can't say anything other than sorry because that's all what she can do right now, to apologize to him.
"In different time I am begging my love, next time if we ever cross our paths again choose me..." Harwin softly said and hugged her.
He was now crying cause he knew after this everything they have will be thrown away and forgotten, he will go back as a knight and her will be his Queen.
"I will my love, I will" she only answer they both stayed in their place afraid that if they pulled away no one in between them will know when they can do this again
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SO HAPPY YOU'RE BACK!!! Something that's been plaguing my mind is harwin x male!targ!reader (viserys and daemon's younger brother)
Maybe some headcanons for these two? With some smutty smut with harwin on the receiving end of it please?👉🏻👈🏻
Maybe even them doing the deed on nana vhagar's back...
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Harwin Strong being your secret lover- headcannons. // Male!reader.
A/N: NSFW, kind of short. You find out who's the buttom, hihi. Btw! I have missed you 🐉, there will be a 3rd part of Zālagon and Vaghar👀
Being a little younger than Harwin and let him use that excuse to watch your back all day.
Make up any excuse to keep your brother Viserys from sending you out of the capital. You could have arduous tasks like listening to the king's dull council meetings, the endless petitions of the people, or the repetitive visits of other lords to the court. It was all worth it when you turned your eyes to the corner where Harwin stood, and back he looked at you.
You met him the first time his father Lyonel brought him to the castle to take his place at court. You were still a teenager when he dismounted his horse with his charming smile. He took no notice of you, but you wandered the castle, hoping to catch even a glimpse of him.
It didn't take him long to challenge your brother Daemon's prowess. And out of respect, he let him win, but it hurt Daemon's ego quite a bit and cut a wound on his hand out of anger.
You offered to heal his cut, and there he finally saw you.
Sitting inside the armoury, in the dim light from the window, you heard him speak in his deep, gravelly voice.
"You are a gentle man."
Those words made you blush, and his look of affection brought a smile so genuine that it changed something in Harwin's heart.
He stopped to talk to you at every crossroads where he met you. He didn't care if he was accompanied by anyone or if you were accompanied.
The shame drained from you, and though your heart throbbed hard at the sight of him, it was routine to make him smile, to treat his wounds, and to let him speak tender words to you.
He taught you how to handle a sword.
You taught him to speak to a dragon.
Viserys was totally blind to your love for him, so any excuse to be with him seemed harmless, pure brotherhood, and he liked knowing you wanted to learn from a great knight like Harwin.
Daemon was fully aware of your love for him, so any excuse to be with him seemed like fun. It brought out your Targaryen side and he helped you create situations to end up alone with Harwin.
Ser Lyonel was aware as soon as he saw the two of you together. Never before had he seen his eldest son so happy with another... friend.
Larys was the first to tell Harwin. He heard the rumours of your pining for the knight, and in an attempt to separate you, he sought to make him uncomfortable, telling him of the times you'd wandered the castle in search of him, the times you'd mentioned your love to Daemon or...the times the maids had changed your sheets because you'd spent the night thinking of him, whispering his name.
Nothing and at the same time everything changed for Harwin. He became more aware of you if that was even possible.
It was he who kissed you first. In the same place where you had healed his wound the first time he came across you.
He couldn't go a day without giving you a kiss since then.
He loves the back of your neck, where he always has easy access during training.
You kissed his chin, where you can reach him most easily, and watch from there as he blushes, trying to hold back the urge to lower his face to kiss you one more time.
You had to show him the secret way to your room.
He learned it on the third try.
You had to rescue him the first and second time you agreed to meet.
Those two times, you almost slept in the recesses of the castle, for there was so little sense of privacy that you could not tear yourselves away from each other.
The smell of your bed always cheered the Bonebreaker's heart.
You preferred the smell of his sweat, so masculine and warm.
Everyone watched from the sidelines as the two of you sparred in training, the great Harwin against the gentlest of the Targaryen brothers. In private, there were never weapons, only affection and caresses.
Harwin would let you braid his hair in little disguised plaits.
He'd deposit hickeys on your neck, knowing you were used to wearing collars and shirts.
His attempt at Valyrian made you laugh.
Your attempt with the sword made him laugh.
Watching him fight someone, with those grunts and the little smile of victory made you burn inside, you felt yourself grow and you couldn't wait to have him all to yourself again.
When you spoke to your dragon Vhagar, with that deep Valyrian tone, your calmness and control in the face of that huge creature and soaring through the air always made Harwin sweat. More than once, he had cornered you in the Dragon Pit itself to kiss you in the darkness of the cave.
He loved to stroke your silver hair when he had you on his knees. Your pleasure as you sucked his cock also came from his caresses and moans.
His back looked like a map of star-spangled muscles when he lay in bed as he let you make him yours at night.
When he asked you to sit on his face, he never joked. And you soon learned that it was never a joke.
When he was feeling especially brave, Harwin would agree to fly with you over Vaghar.
Never at high altitude, the dragon would take you far away, and right there, you would let the adrenaline and freedom take you both away. Standing behind you, Harwin would slip his hand down your trousers, his bare hand, big and strong, stroking you until you shivered, resting you on his chest as you cum.
Then, in bed, you would return the favour, letting him enter you so you could feel him inside, and he would release all the pleasure your tightness gave him.
Sleeping on his chest was better than any cotton and silk pillow.
You would never be king or heir.
He would never be a great lord or a great advisor.
And neither of you ever needed anything else. You had enough of the secret corridor leading to your room.
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