#harwin angst

[drakoneve]

A Dragon's Wrath

Request: hello hello, how are u? Idk if u write for Harwin Strong, but I'm obsessed with this man, so if you're not taking requests for him, forgive me for being rude. So I wanted to make a request where the reader is the younger sister of Rhaenyra Targaryen, also daughter of Aemma and Viserys. She married Strong, and lives a dream life with him (they love each other very much, so please, Rhaenyra's children are not his 🫠) and the legitimacy of their children was questioned, of course the queen would never imagine that Harwin had a birthmark, which none of his brothers inherited from Lyonel, he being the only one to have it and ALL THE CHILDREN OF HARWIN AND THE PRINCESS HAVE THAT SAME BRAND, JUST LIKE THE FATHER'S. Maybe I went on too long and was stupid, sorry, you can do whatever comes to your brilliant mind, I just really wish the legitimacy of the children of the OC was proved by legal means and gave no right to be questioned even by the queen. Thank you for your attention, I understand if you don't want to do it 🤍.

pairing: harwin strong x targ!fem!reader

word count: 3k

warnings: mentions of childbirth, alicent being snakey

a/n: first harwin fic, harwin girlies lmk what you think!! for the sake of this fic, Rhae's children have Targaryen silver hair

In all the years the pair were married, King Viserys and Queen Aemma were blessed by the Mother with only two healthy, living babes. First born has been your elder sister Rhaenyra, whom you followed two years later.

Growing up the two of you remained close through your lessons and dragon riding, but as Rhaenyra grew older she would end up spending more and more time with her lady in waiting Alicent Hightower. Rhaenyra and Alicent being two of the only other girls your age in the Red Keep and their refusal to have anyone join them in their activities, you felt somewhat dejected by your sister's budding friendship.

This is what led you to find solace in the Red Keep's training yards. Day after day you watched knights, and knights in training, battle it out in the yard while you worked on your studies. It was there in the yard you saw him for the first time- your future husband, Ser Harwin Strong.

At the time you had no idea you would end up marrying him, of course, but you should have.

You'd heard all about Ser Harwin Breakbones, son of Lyonel Strong, one of your father's most loyal council men. Harwin's reputation truly preceded him and was rightfully earned.

You hadn't noticed it at the time, but you'd abonded your books and parchments in the stands by your supervising Septa as you approached the rail separating the stands and the training yard in an attempt for a clearer view.

Harwin stood taller than his opponents, shoulders back, sword in hand ready to defend himself. He watched his opponents carefully, calculating their next move. His short brown curls were halfway pulled back out of his face with a tie, exposing Harwin's jawline, much to your own enjoyment.

That afternoon you watched Harwin take down man after man without so much as a proper blow to his own body. He wielded his sword as if it were an extension of his arm in fluid, rushing movements.

When he had finally finished for the evening you applauded him, finally grabbing his attention as he had held yours.

"You are quite the swordsman, Ser Harwin!" you call out to him. "I feel much better knowing there are knights as skilled as you protecting my home."

Harwin grinned largely at your praise, twirling his sword in his hand for show as he approached the rail you supported yourself on. "I mean only to ensure you are safe at all times, my princess."

You smiled down at him now that he was almost right below you. "Well I have no doubts of your capabilities, Ser. I have a feeling you will do great things here, should you wish."

"You are too kind, princess," he chuckles. Then he looks up at the sky, towards the sun on it's way to set. "It is getting quite late, princess. Shall I escort you back to your chambers?"

The excitement and hopefulness in his face brought butterflies to your stomach.

"I would like nothing more, Ser."

After that night it was scarce the two of you weren't side by side, which all but pushed your fathers to wed the two of you.

Now you stood in those same stands, watching Harwin in the yard yet again, but now he's joined by your two eldest sons. Maevor has just passed his tenth and second name day, and Daeragon his ninth. Your two youngest babes, however remained with you and your maid and close friend, Malina.

Malina had first been assigned to you after your marriage to Harwin, and she'd stood loyally by your side as you birthed all of your children.

Malina's elder brother Ellion, a knight of the City Watch, stood closeby on the order of Harwin. He'd been one of Harwin's best men as you'd heard him compliment the younger knight on many occasions in the past. Being a Targaryen princess and wife of the Lord Commander in such uncertain times in the house of the dragon could be dangerous, and Harwin meant only to protect you and your babes.

Your first daughter, eldest of your month old twins, Naelora cooed softly in your arms as she played with the loose sleeve ends of your dress. You indulged her for a moment, raising your arm to lift the sleeve from her reach to tease her.

She gurgles in laughter, stretching her chubby little arms to grasp your sleeve once more.

The moment is over by the approach of Queen Alicent's lady in waiting, Talya.

"My apologies, Princess," Talya bows to you first. "But the Queen has requested Malina's presence for this afternoon."

Why would the queen need Malina specifically? Surely she could find another maid within the Keep to aid her?

Malina looks to you, pale brown eyes silently asking to stay. This isn't the first time something like this has happened, of course. After giving birth to your second son Daeragon, Queen Alicent began requesting Malina's presence more often.

Still sore from your labors, Harwin had taken the day off to aid you and watch over Maevor to allow you to rest.

You watched happily from your spot on the bed as Harwin held little Daeragon, to introduce him to his elder brother. Maevor, a boy of three years, stood as high as he could on his toes to get a peek over Harwin's bulk of an arm to get a glimpse of his brother.

Then your chamber doors open and Malina returns to your side after serving the queen all day. She approaches the foot of your bed, hands clasped together in front of her with her eyes cast slightly downwards.

"Malina, you needn't worry about me," you begin to dismiss her kindly. "I'm sure the Queen-"

But Malina shakes her head, brown curls following her, still refusing to meet your gaze. "I need to speak with you, Princess. And you, Lord Harwin, in privacy."

You share a concerned look with Harwin, who's joyfulness has been replaced with worry. In the time she's served you Malina had never been afraid to look you in your eyes.

He wastes no time escorting Maevor to his chambers just off your own, and placing little Daeragon in his crib next to your side of the bed. Harwin returns and stands dutifully on the other side of you as if protecting you.

"What is it?" you ask, and pat the bed in front of you for Malina to sit.

Malina makes no move to sit on your bed. "My princess," her voice wavers nervously. "I have served your for near half a decade now, and I know you to be the most true and kind person I have ever had the pleasure of serving-"

"Malina," Harwin interrupts sternly. "Speak it plain, what have you heard of my wife?"

Your heart thudded hard in your chest as you instinctively reached for Harwin's hand. He intertwined his fingers with your in an attempt to comfort you.

Malina takes in a deep breath before finally looking up to meet your gaze. "Queen Alicent requested my presence after your labors today for questioning."

"Questioning?" you tilted your head slightly. "About what?"

"Your sons," she answered swiftly. "She... She wanted to know if this babe looked like Harwin or..."

Harwin pulled his hand from yours, placing it on the hilt of his sword. "Or who, Malina?"

"Ellion," Malina whispers. "The Queen seems to believe that you spend too much time with Ellion, princess. She asked if I knew of any relations between the two of you, but I swore to her you are deathly loyal and would never-"

You move from your spot on the bed to bring yourself to stand. Harwin aids you as you steady yourself, then reach for Malina's forearm.

"You needn't explain yourself to me, Malina," you assure her. "I know you to be true to me, and you are one of the kindest ladies I know. You should go, retire for the night. We shall do the same."

Malina apologizes the whole way out your chamber doors despite your assurances. Harwin begins to strip his armor as you settle yourself back into bed.

Daeragon's crib sat just off the side of your bed, close enough for you to have a view of the newborn's little face.

Harwin soon joins your side clad in his nightclothes. You can feel his gaze on you, but you refuse to meet his gaze. Emotions ran rampant through you. You knew it must be the strain and high emotions of you and your new babe surviving the day, but you couldn't stop the rush.

It's when the tears begin to fall from your lilac eyes that Harwin wraps you up in his arms and pulls you back against him.

"My love," he cooes. "Sweet girl, do not worry yourself with the opinion of a misguided, jealous woman."

He raises his right hand to show off the inside of his right wrist, showing off the small, discolored patch of skin he inherited from his father, Lord Lyonel. A small, almost missable, seemingly insignificant patch of skin both Maevor and Daeragon had inherited.

Harwin leans in close, placing his lips against the shell of your ear. "We know I have fathered your sons, my love. Do not worry yourself with this, it is not worth it."

"You're right, husband," you hum, settling into your husband's arms for the night. "I'm just glad he's here, and healthy."

He kisses your temple softly. "You did that. You made him the healthy babe he is."

As you promised Harwin that night, you did your best to ignore the rumors pursued by Alicent. In the years following Daeragon's birth you'd heard more whispers within the court questioning your son's parentage, though you said nothing.

You tried your best to pay them no mind, other days they really got to you. But for now you simply obliged to the queen's wishes.

"Ser Ellion," you motioned your friend forward with one hand. He looked much like his sister as they shared the same nose, and brown curly hair, though Ellion's eyes were an elegant green. Still, no man in the Seven Kingdoms could come close to Harwin in your eyes.

"Would you mind taking my sweet Raemor from your sister? I'm afraid I cannot tend to both babes at once."

Ellion nods and leans down slightly to make a peaceful transition from his sister's arms. He wore an awkward grin on his face as he cradles the blanket wrapped babe the best he could in a full suit of armor. "It is an honor, Princess. Though I'm not certain he will be comfortable against such steel."

Malina bows and takes Talya's arm in her own. You know Malina's dislike for the woman, and you can only guess she's done this to ensure Talya is led away from you and your family.

You shake your head in response to Ellion yet keep your attention on your daughter in your arms. "It is no issue, Harwin holds them in his armor every day. He has with each of them."

A moment passes in silence and you look up to your husband and eldest children. Maevor's brown curls are just long enough on the top to be tied back while leaving some down thus his hair is relatively tame. Daeragon's, however, is tousled and absolutely untame.

Both boys are breathing heavier now, their cheeks flushed. But the beautiful, pure look of excitement on their faces melted your heart. They knew their father was Lord Commander of the City Watch, and that Harwin worked hard for his family at his very important job, and they treasured their father for it.

After taking them to see Harwin train with some of the new recruits of the City Watch two fortnights ago had been a mistake on your part for the boys had not shut up about training themselves. At first you had been hesitant, of course other Targaryen princes had been taught to fight years before your boys, but you were afraid of the things they might encounter so instead you encouraged them to spend time in the libraries and their respective dragons.

As a result the boys were extremely well read and years ahead of their pupils in their studies. Maevor is practically fluent in Valyrian now, and Daeg is not far behind.

Their insistent pleading had wore on you though, and you gave in to them with Harwin's reassurance he would personally oversee their training. In the end, Maevor and Daeg's immediate joy at being granted permission made it worth it in the end.

Harwin and the boys were cleaning their training gear and putting it away.

Ellion clears his throat, pulling your attention from your family. "I fear something is happening, Princess."

"What do you mean?" you ask, standing from your seat and brushing your skirts with one hand.

"I have been approached twice now," he explains carefully, watching who was sat in the immediate area. The closest people sat on the complete opposite of the training yard in those stands. "Once by a fellow knight, and then by Talya herself. I only mention this as a warning, Princess."

Harwin and the boys are nearly there and you don't want the boys to hear such slander.

"Thank you, Ellion," you force a smile to give him. "And I apologize for what has been whispered around court these last years, but I plan now to make it right."

Harwin approaches you then, slinking one arm around your waist as he presses a kiss to your temple. "Come, my love, the boys need to bathe and our littlest ones must be ready for their nap."

Maevor perks up, "Mother, may I carry Naelora back to your chambers?"

Your hearts melts at the question, Maevor ever the doting older brother. You grant your son permission, gently reminding him to hold her head carefully.

"And I shall take Raemor from you, Ellion. I thank you for your services for today."

He bows respectfully, "Tis my duty, and an honor."

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Once the twins are down for their naps and the older boys off to the bathhouse with Malina you informed Harwin of everything that had transpired this afternoon while he trained with the boys.

His thick brows furrowed almost immediately, angre written upon his face. Harwin had shed his armor by now, settling for more comfortable leathers for the evening. His sword however, stayed attached to his hip with one hand gripping the hilt.

"I am sick of hearing your name and reputation tarnished by fools!" Harwin seethes, angrier than you've ever seen him. "I have half a mind to slay them all down for even thinking such things of our children, of you."

You shake your head softly, approaching him to cup his face. You press your forehead against his own, something you've always done to comfort him.

"I have a plan, my dutiful husband," you assure him. "I happen to have a wonderful relationship with my father by law, if you must know. And I just so happen to know that a Small Council meeting starts in mere minutes."

Harwin eases a little, but now he's wrought with confusion.

"What have you planned, my love?"

You smile mischievously and press a sweet kiss to your husband's lips. "Just you wait husband, I first require our Maevor."

The boys are back from their baths by now as you can hear them bustling about Daeragon's chambers, which is the adjoining room to your own.

You knock before you enter as you always do, to the sight of your boys on Daeg's bed, books sprawled open before them.

"What have we there, byka zaldrīzoti (little dragons)?" you ask as you join them on the bed.

Daeg pulls the leather bound book to cover his lap to show you. "The Histories of Old Valyria!" he chimes. "Maevor was reading it to me in Valyrian."

You stroke Daeg's plush cheek with one hand, still able to see the babe he used to be in his face, and take Maevor's hand in your other.

"He's smart, your brother," you 'whisper' to Daeragon. "I would study hard, my Prince."

Maevor breaks his hand away to rustle his brother's brown curls. "Muña's teasing, Daeg. You are smarter now than I was your age."

You swoon, heart melting at the relationship between your boys. "Oh my sweet Maev," you kiss his temple. "Might I borrow you for a awhile, I have something important to discuss with the Small Council and I need your help."

Maevor's brown eyes widened slightly, "Of course, mother."

"Have no fear, sweet boy, I have a plan."

And you sure did. Once you explained what you could to Maevor while sparing his innocence best you could, he'd been more than willing to join you.

You squatted down to be closer to your son's level, Harwin by your side. "You are special, Maevor," you explain to him. You grab Harwin's right hand and Maevor's to put them side by side. Both birthmarks were near identical save for Harwin's being larger and slightly darker than his son's. "Each of my babes have this mark, all from Harwin, who inherited it from your grandsire, Lyonel. Do you understand?"

He nods, but says nothing. Harwin crouches down next to you, reaching to cup his eldest son's face.

"I wish we did not have to burden you with such a task, my boy," Harwin admits grimly. "I want you to know we are only doing this because we love you children, and I love your muña too much to let people speak of her in such a way any longer."

So the three of you set off, accompanied by Ellion as Malina had stayed behind to watch the twins and Daeragon.

Despite the Kingsguard outside the meeting room of the Small Council, you march right past them and push the doors open yourself.

Each member of the council turns to you now silenced. Otto sat up straighter in his seat as he looked towards his daughter. Alicent looked shocked to see the group of you, and you noted her visible nervousness.

Lyonel stands and comes to Harwin's side, demanding answers most likely. Harwin begins whispering in his father's ear, explaining the situation.

"Sister," Rhaenyra stands, hand placed over her round stomach. "What is wrong?"

You cross your arms over your chest, eyes blazing as you glare at the Hightowers at the table. "Since the birth of my Daeragon I have endured vile slanders against not only myself, but my marriage, and every one of my children."

Alicent shifts uncomfortably in her seat.

"Princess," Otto pokes in. "I can assure you-"

"Assure what?" you snap, slamming down on the table to lean towards the Hand. "Alicent has been the one to pull my ladies from me just after giving birth to insinuate my babes have been fathered by knight of the City Watch who is not my husband. Even now, a month after having my twins, I am approached with more blasphemy. No more."

You usher Maevor forward, who happily extends his right arm before you have to ask. Harwin joins you, followed by Lyonel, both of whom put out their wrists as well.

Alicent's mouth widens in shock before she grits her teeth. Even Larys' wears a look of shock as he checks his own wrists, coming up with nothing.

"I am tired of my children being put under scrutiny," you say finally. "And of my loyalty to my husband being questioned. Now, if you all do not mind, I would like to enjoy the rest of the day with my family undisturbed."

You step back from the table to leave when Rhaenyra wraps you up in a hug. "I am so sorry, sister," she whispers.

You assure her with a simple kiss to the side of her head before reaching for Maevor's hand.

The boy is practically bouncing on his feet as the two of you make your way back to your chambers, both Harwin and Ellion following close behind.

"She is very scary, your wife," Ellion admits to Harwin lowly. "I would to want to be on the receiving end of her wrath."

He only chuckles, "No, nor would I."

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[criminalamnesia]

I Think I’ll Miss You Forever

warnings: angst, criston cole being a little bitch, death, not proofread, targaryen!reader

summary: harwin will always protect your honor, no matter the consequences.

author’s note: fuck a bitch named criston cole. immature little baby. anyways I’m still sad about Harwin’s death so here’s this.

You knew that entering a secret relationship with Harwin Strong would be difficult, and that it would most likely end in tragedy.

But that didn’t stop you from falling for him. It didn’t stop you from seeking him out in every room you entered; from savoring stolen glances and the brush of his hands on you; from sneaking him into your chambers late at night.

You fell hard for him, and he fell harder for you. He was fiercely protective over you, and would do anything you asked of him. But his protectiveness was his downfall.

Ser Criston Cole, who had hated you ever since your sister, Rhaenyra, denied him, had taken to insulting your family whenever he could. It just so happened that he chose to do so in front of Harwin one afternoon.

Criston was speaking to another kingsguard in the yard when Harwin happened to walk by, on his way to your chambers. It was then that he heard the unmistakable voice of Criston Cole say:

“Both Targaryen sisters are cunts,” he laughed. “I’ve heard the younger one sleeps around. It’s no wonder she hasn’t married yet if she opens her legs for any man–”

“What did you say?” Harwin stopped in his tracks, standing still behind Criston and the other kingsguard.

Criston turned with an amused expression on his face. “Nothing, Ser Harwin.”

“Say it again,” Harwin insisted, his hands balling into fists at his sides.

“Say what again, Ser?” Criston said, eyebrows raised in mock confusion.

“What you said about the Princess. Say it again.” Harwin told him.

“Oh, right. I said she’s a whore–”

Before Criston could even finish speaking, Harwin attacked. He slammed his fist into the other man’s face, causing Criston to fall to the ground. Harwin followed him down, climbing atop him and continuing his assault; blow after blow landing upon Criston’s face.

Nearby kingsguard sprang into action, two of them running forward and pulling Harwin away by his arms. The knight roared in protest, struggling against the men holding him.

“Say it again!” He shouted as the kingsguard pulled him away.

Criston laughed from where he laid upon the ground, his face now swollen and bloody from Harwin’s fists.

—

“Princess.”

One of your handmaidens entered your chambers, obvious concern upon her features. You had been at your cluttered desk; books about Old Valyria were opened and spread around you.

You glanced up from your reading, noticing the solemn look upon the other woman’s face.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, fear creeping up your spine. Maybe something had happened to your father– maybe his sickness was at its peak. Or maybe the Queen was summoning you for another meeting to chastise your procrastination towards marriage.

“It’s Ser Harwin, Princess. There was an incident in the yard.”

You stood abruptly from your seat, hands gripping the edge of the wooden desk.

“Is he alright?” You refused to look at the other woman.

“Fine, Princess, but he has been barred from the city watch, and his father means to take him back to Harrenhal–"

“Where is he?” You interrupted, moving towards the handmaiden. Your hands were shaking as you clasped them together, trying to conceal your emotions.

“He’s on his way here now, so I’ve been told. I just wanted to let you know, Princess.”

You nodded and gave her a quiet thanks. She nodded in return and turned to leave, just as a knock sounded at the door.

You knew instantly it was Harwin, and your heart jumped in your chest as the handmaiden moved to the doors. She pulled them open with haste, sidestepping around Harwin and leaving you two alone.

“Princess,” his voice rumbled as he stepped into the room and shut the doors behind him.

You wasted no time, you were walking towards him and throwing your arms around him before he could register what was happening.

“You are a fool, Ser Harwin,” you told his, your voice shaky as you felt tears begin to prick at your eyes.

“I would not change anything I did,” he told you, one arm encircling your waist and pulling you flush against his chest. His other hand found itself in your hair, running slowly through the silver strands.

“I couldn’t let him insult you like that. He deserves to be hanged for the way he speaks of you–"

“Harwin,” you breathed, pulling back to look up into his eyes. His hands stayed where the were, as did yours. “I don’t care what he says. He is a liar and a child. All that matters is you and I, and now you are being sent away because of what you’ve done.”

His lips pressed into a thin line as he looked down at you. Your hands cupped his cheeks as you held his gaze.

“I would not change it,” he repeated to you, and you sighed in knowing. It was who he was– and as much as you wished he hadn’t done what he had, you couldn’t blame him. Harwin was fiercely loyal, and his protectiveness of those he cared for was unmatched by any other.

Silence filled the air between you as you looked into each other’s eyes. There was so much you wanted to say, but you feared that if you began, your tears would fall.

“When do you leave?” You finally whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck as you rested your head in the crook of his neck.

“First light tomorrow.” His voice was heavy with sadness, but there was no trace of regret.

“I expect you will not be able to stay tonight, then,” you replied, struggling to blink away tears.

“You do not know how badly I wish I could, Princess,” he told you, resting his head atop yours.

You inhaled deeply, remaining in his arms for another moment before you stepped away. “Will you come back?”

“I’ll visit when I can,” he confirmed, reaching out a hand to grab yours. “And I’ll write every day. I promise.”

You gave a small, watery laugh as you intertwined your fingers with his.

“Is that funny?” A small grin spread across his lips, his thumb caressing the back of your hand.

“Ser Harwin Strong, the strongest man in the seven kingdoms, writing to his love every day. You continue to surprise me, Ser.”

“I can be romantic when I please,” he replied, his grin forming into a smile. You smiled back, the familiar playfulness easing your sadness.

“You certainly can,” you agreed, stepping towards him once more. “Remember the first time we kissed?” You giggled at the memory while Harwin scoffed.

“I would argue that was romantic, Princess.”

“I was covered in muck after falling off my horse and you had been laughing at me. I do not think much romance was present then,” you teased.

“I kissed you although you were filthy. That is plenty romantic.”

You snorted, standing on your tip-toes so that your lips brushed his as you spoke.

“I think your idea of romance is not the same as mine.”

He chuckled. “How about this, then?”

His pressed his lips softly to yours. You sighed into the kiss, your arms entwining around his neck as one of your hands moved into his hair. His hands were on your hips, gripping you firmly but not uncomfortably, just to remind you he was there– that this was happening.

You eventually pulled back for breath, panting slightly as you rested your forehead against his.

“I think you’re learning,” you jested, and he grinned.

You both fell silent once more, wanting the moment to last as long as possible. You shut your eyes tightly, trying to imprint this moment into your mind. It may very well be the last time you see him for a long while.

“I love you, Princess,” his voice was quiet as he spoke, and you almost thought you’d misheard him at first.

Neither of you had spoke of love since you’d been together. You certainly did love him, but you hadn’t spoken it– secretly afraid that he would slip away. Afraid at what could happen if you loved each other. It seems that all your fears were for naught as he whispered those words.

“I love you, Ser Harwin,” you responded instantly, kissing him once more.

It was him that pulled away this time, brushing a lose strand of silver hair behind your ear. You smiled up at him, your eyes locked with his.

“I will see you soon.” He told you, and you nodded. You knew that as soon as he could, he’d come back. Even if it was just for a night, Harwin would come back.

“Until then,” you spoke, grabbing his hand and squeezing it tightly. He squeezed yours back before dropping it and stepping away.

“Until then.” He replied, watching you for one last moment before turning and opening the door, disappearing into the hallway.

When the door pulled shut behind him, your emotions crashed down onto you at full force. You sunk to the ground, tears causing your vision to go blurry as you finally let what was happening sink in.

Harwin was leaving, and there was nothing you could do about it. You couldn’t leave King’s Landing, not unless he was your husband. Your relationship wasn’t even public– following him was out of the question.

You sobbed quietly into your hands as the candles in your room burned low. You didn’t move until the flames flickered out, leaving you in darkness.

—

Two days after your lover’s departure, a raven was received from Harrenhal. You had been ecstatic at this news– thinking it was Harwin keeping his promise of writing to you.

However, as soon as you broke open the seal and eagerly scanned the scroll, something inside of you broke. The smile that had been on your face, lighting up your features, had quickly dissipated.

A broken sob left your mouth as you dropped the scroll. The handmaiden that had brought the letter rushed to your side, clasping your upper arm to keep you from falling to the floor.

“Princess, what is it? What’s wrong?” Her voice was full of worry as she spoke, eyes wide in confusion and concern. You couldn’t speak– couldn’t think straight.

He was dead.

Harwin Strong was dead.

He had left you, and now he was dead. You hadn’t seen him off. The only goodbye you had was the night before he left– and you were grateful for it, but you wished you had had so much more.

The scroll said he had died in a fire. You wanted to laugh bitterly at that, seeing as fire was something your family knew well.

Perhaps it was a sign– a sign that you had killed him. You had chosen him; had taken him as your lover, and he had been sent away because he was defending your honor. He had died away from you, in a castle you’d never seen, in solitude. Burned away to nothing but charred flesh and blackened bone.

Sadness cleared way for anger, your shaking hands balling into fists at your sides. Whoever had done this– no matter who they were– should pay. They had murdered the hand of the king and his son in cold blood. They had taken away the man you loved; the man you wished to marry.

Whoever it was would pay.

—

Within the week, you and your family made the trek to Harrenhal for Lord Lyonel and Ser Harwin’s funerals.

You had barely spoken a word since you read that letter, and other than Rhaenyra, no one truly understood why.

Your sister clasped your hand in hers as you sat in the carriage, the bumpy road causing you to constantly shift in your seat. Rhaenyra squeezed your hand lightly, letting you know she was with you. You rested your head upon her shoulder and closed your eyes, wishing you could feel nothing.

When you finally arrived at Harrenhal, the minutes seemed to tick by in agony. A feast was hosted for your family’s arrival, but you did not attend. You sat in your quarters until Rhaenyra knocked upon your door the next day, telling you it was time.

You took her arm as the pair of you made your way through the corridors and winding hallways of Harrenhal to the burial grounds.

Harwin and his father’s body were wrapped tightly in cloth to hide their burned flesh. You were grateful for that. You didn’t know if you could have handled seeing the body of the man you loved burned away, completely unrecognizable.

Once the funeral was over, everyone began to leave. You stayed rooted to the spot, ignored and overlooked by your family and everyone else.

When the gravesite had cleared, you made your way to Harwin’s grave and sank to your knees beside it.

“I will miss you forever, my love.” You whispered, placing a hand atop his grave marker.

“And I promise you, whoever did this to you will pay for what they did.”

You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply. You could hear Rhaenyra’s voice calling for you somewhere in the distance.

Rising to your feet, you brushed the dirt from your skirts as you stole one last look at his grave.

“I promise,” you said once more.

“They will pay.”

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Dance of Shadows - Chapter IV

Sorry this took so long to update, I spent a lot of time figuring out the timeline and how the story would work with the scenes I wanted to add.

I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! This is a really long chapter which hopefully makes up for the long wait!

Expect a lot more Saenyra&Daemon moments in the next chapter! This chapter was a mix between adding more depth to their relationship, as well as building one between Saenyra and other characters <3

Previous Chapter

Masterlist

Saenyra's heart ached endlessly when the news of Daemon's exile had reached her - she had expected it, of course. But the weight of her mother's death and now the absence of her uncle had become too much to bear.

Her mind fell back to her incidental meetings with the Lord Hand, and of how his words had turned kind despite his cold eyes, since her mother had passed. She understood why the man would be sympathetic to such a thing, having lost his wife to the same burdens of labour as she had lost her mother.

There was a quiet kinship there, a moment of solidarity and understanding.

Perhaps that was why he had come to her chambers today, knocking upon her door and entering with a sullen expression as she beckoned him forth.

Behind his slender form stood the broad figure of Ser Harwin Strong - she had only thought it fair to seek a Shield of her own if Rhaenyra were able to have one. Especially one as pretty as Ser Cole.

Ser Harwin nodded his head in greeting, waiting for her instructions as he stood at attention by her door. She waved the man away, rolling her eyes at his constant worrying.

Saenyra focused on Otto - the Lord Hand looked pale and stricken, eyes unfocused as he tried to string together his words.

The truth was, Otto felt nothing like the image he portrayed to the young girl, but he hoped such a performance would make her grow to trust him.

Those who were unable to see the infatuation the Targaryen girls held for their uncle were truly blind. And Otto would be a fool not to use such a bond to his advantage.

Daemon Targaryen was a dangerous man.

With all the roles within the Keep he had taken, none had sung to him more than the tireless echoes of a title so buoyant and inflamed - the Rogue Prince.

And if Otto wanted Saenyra on his side, then the only way to assure such an alliance was to remove the only person who could change her perspective.

Perhaps this method of madness was mean and trifling, but it would work. It had to.

Otto remembers the look of anguish on Rhaenyra's face when she had heard the news, when she demanded dragons be sent to threaten the man and return what was rightfully their's. He only wished Saenyra would show a reaction so similar.

"Lord Hightower, is everything alright?" Saenyra frowned softly at the man, eyes watching him with concern.

He sighed deeply, "my Princess, I am afraid I come bearing bad news."

Though her stomach sank with dread, her heart beating frantically at all the possibilities and all the horrors that could have occurred, Saenyra steeled her spine and spoke encouragingly, "you can speak freely here."

Again, Otto found his heart tremble with softness at the young girl's kindness. Here, he could not see a shadow of a dragon in sight, simply a girl who had been placed in the nest of animals and beasts.

"It is your uncle, dear child."

Saenyra frowned in earnest now, the mere mention of her uncle bringing back the flashes of the beautiful woman who pressed herself against him as though she were laying her claim. She blinked furiously, scolding herself for such envious feelings - even if that woman had not been there, it did not change the truth that Daemon was still a married man.

Daemon had not cheated her - he had cheated his wife and himself.

"What about my uncle?"

Otto lowered his head in a show of misery, "it seems he has dared to steal the egg of Baelon."

"Why would he do such a thing?" Saenyra's lips had parted in surprise, caught off guard by her uncle's audaciousness with such an act of defiance.

"We are unsure of his motives for the time being," the lie slipped off his tongue with ease. Otto was willing to do all he could to make the girl hate Daemon, but he could not risk her acting out of turn. "But we intend to claim the egg and return it to the Keep - the ships are setting sail soon, and an army rests upon it. Ready to reclaim the egg and Dragonstone by force, if needed."

"I want to come."

Otto sighed softly, not willing to disappoint the girl but knowing he will have to. He could see the anger bubbling in her eyes, but he could also see the confusion etched in her expression.

"Your sister asked us of the very same. I fear you cannot join a feat such as this - it is far too dangerous."

"Perhaps he would listen to me."

"We can only hope, Princess," Otto smiled faintly at her determination, "but it is a risk we cannot take."

Saenyra's hope faltered, hands twisting into the soft material of her gown as she bit her lip to hold back spiteful words.

Otto took a step back, gaining her attention.

"The ships leave soon, so I must take my leave. I simply believed it was important to inform you of our plans, despite the King's disagreement on the matter."

Otto watched as the girl's eyes narrowed in disappointment - had it not been for Otto's visit to her chambers, she would have been kept in the dark on the actions of her uncle.

Her father and her sister would hide such tragic news from her without a guilty conscious.

She glanced at Otto once more as he took his leave, and he smirked at the glimmer in her eyes that shone like something akin to trust.

***

It had not only been trust that gleamed in her lavender hues, but determination.

Her father and sister thought of her as weak, of being spineless and thoughtless. But she would show them. She would show them her determination, her influence, her fire.

Dragonstone was not simply a base Daemon had chosen for its view, no - its caves and tunnels homed the largest dragons - wild and crazed.

Upon the small isle was an opportunity for something more.

***

Saenyra had changed into a set of leathers she had stuffed deep in her wardrobe - they had been a gift from a Lord in a far away land who thought her to be a dragon-rider like her sister. A stark contrast from her usual soft colours, but one she hoped she could grow used to.

Her lip quirked at the idea of riding her dragon in her billowing gowns, and she whispered a promise to herself she would try.

Her heart had always weeped with disappointment at the sight of the leathers, but she never had the heart to get rid of it. It seemed all her waiting had paid off - today, she would get a dragon.

When she had changed into her leathers, she spared a moment to glance upon the jewel resting on her hand. A hesitant smile twisted upon her lips as a speck of dread bloomed.

What would Daemon think of her when he learned she had travelled to the isle to claim a dragon? Would he think differently of her? Would he be proud? Disappointed?

She tiptoed to her chamber doors as quietly as she could, ignoring her nattering thoughts. She latched it shut, hoping Harwin would leave her to her peace and not attempt entry.

Shs slipped back to the portrait above her bed, prying it open with silent breaths before slipping into the tunnels behind. She sprinted her way down tunnels she memorised a thousand times over, finding her way to an exit.

The day was bright and early, and the Keep was buzzing. But no one would expect to see Saenyra of all people in riding gear, as she had no dragon to command.

She slipped through the sea of people with ease, making her way to the ships as she dodged the sight of curious soldiers.

Saenyra knew Otto and the Kingsguard would board the ship at the forefront, so she slinked her way onto one of the smaller ships instead.

She let out a sigh of relief to see it unoccupied for the time being, rushing below the deck to hide in the shadows behind barrels and netting.

She would stay here until they reached Dragonstone.

***

The sail to Dragonstone had been bumpy, her stomach rolling with nausea as she steadied her breaths and pretended she was at home rather than upon the sea.

She swallowed harshly, thirst clawing at her throat as she wondered how much longer it would be.

It seemed only seconds, as her head raised in surprise at the shouts that carried over the ship. They drew closer to Dragonstone now, and she could hear the men prepare to anchor the ships before they continued on foot.

Just a few moments longer.

***

Saenyra had waited until the ships had emptied and the air had struck silent. Her stomach protested as she pushed herself to her feet and her knees ached. Her throat still burned with thirst and she could feel the clawing stabs of hunger pleading with her.

Still, she knew coming by boat was better than the alternative.

She was sure Rhaenyra would find her way here, but Saenyra would be damned if she asked the girl to allow her to ride upon Syrax alongside her.

Saenyra did not want the first dragon she rode to be one that was not her own - she did not want such an experience to be tainted by the hatred and jealousy that soured her relationship to her sister.

As she hiked her way towards where she hoped she would find the entrance to the caves and tunnels, her mind fell back to the dragon she hoped to claim.

Saenyra did not want a dragon that had previously been claimed. She wanted a dragon wild and free. Just as she was.

She wanted a dragon to whom she could love and dote on, to teach not with violence but patience. She wanted a dragon that was a reflection of herself, one that would burn worlds if she asked.

When she had finally reached the mouth of the cave she was panting lightly, her eyes wide with wonder as a breathless laugh escaped her. She sprinted inside, struggling to keep her footfalls quiet so as not to fall prey to any other beast that lurked within.

She spun through the tunnels, twisting and turning but failing to find the dragon she had so desperately tried to seek.

Grey Ghost was a shy dragon, calm and quiet, preferring to spin through the skies and feast in the seas. Hidden away in plain sight much like she was.

Grey Ghost is a dragon Saenyra believed she would bond well with, love strongly and protect fiercely as he would do with her. But Grey Ghost was nowhere to be found.

Her hope of claiming a dragon began to crumble as the tunnels were silent. It seemed the only life within them was her own, and she could feel defeat sink into her bones.

Saenyra sat down in a huff, eyes closed as she rested her head against the rough and craggly surface behind her.

She didn't pay mind to how long she sat like that, thinking - dreaming, hoping.

She only hoped that Harwin had not noticed her absence. Prayed that if he had, he did not report it to the King.

She doubted Viserys would care for such a thing - perhaps he would be relieved he had one less heir to worry about. Rhaenyra and Daemon were already such a handful.

However, for all she knew, the moment her deception was brought to light, a whole new shadow of chaos would be wrought upon them - one, perhaps, even Daemon could not escape.

She was still a Princess. Even if Viserys did not hold any personal regards for the girl, he would have to act in show, lest people see him as weak.

Still, she stayed. She sat upon the solid ground and listened to the sounds of her own breaths, counting every inhale and exhale and wishing she did not have to return to the Keep - knowing when she did, she could never escape the walls that confined her.

Slowly, she began drifting off. She leaned into the comforting smell of a home she would never find - a dragon she could never have.

That was when she felt it.

So lost in the tumultuous thoughts roving through her mind, she hadn't heard the gruff breaths, hadn't felt the quaking thuds. But a rough and scaly surface brushed against her cheek, slowly as though it was almost curious.

It was then she smelt it, the stench of dragon strong and high - the cloying scent of smoke coated her tongue as the brushes became firmer. She allowed herself to hope that perhaps it was Grey Ghost. That although she couldn't find him, he found her and it was a sign.

A sign that she was meant to be a dragon-rider. That the fire of a dragon burned hot through her veins - a raging blaze instead of a waning fire.

But her hesitant eyes found the predatory gaze of a dragon so monsterous it ate its own kind. So close to her, a hair's breadth away, was the slow and steady gaze of a cantankerous beast - Cannibal.

He was an inky shade of black, scales so dark that he could meld into the night sky and would cast envy from the moon, escaping its sight.

The beast reared back, but still stayed so close. Too close.

Saenyra wanted to close her eyes, to resign herself to her fate.

She was no dragon-rider, especially not to a beast so ferocious and violent. She didn't have the strength to make him submit- didn't have the gall.

But there was a subtle glint in Cannibal's eye that made her think wreaking havoc and killing her was not on his agenda.

He inched closer, almost like he was asking a silent question.

Saenyra raised a hand, fingers trembling as she took a steadying breath - the fire of a dragon ran through her veins, the ice of a thousand winters cursed her soul.

She held her breath as the tips of her fingers brushed against Cannibal's face, so close to the edge of his mouth he could break off her arm with a single twitch.

Instead he shuddered, preening as she shuffled closer and began to sit.

Surprise bound through her body, elation colouring her features - had she tamed a dragon?

Had she claimed a bond?

There was no need to violence, no yell for obedience, no fighting and no blood. There was no sacrifice because what was meant for her had come to find her.

Saenyra's eyes welled with tears, a shaky laugh escaping her as it grew louder and steady.

Saenyra had come looking in the depths of darkness for a dragon that lived in the light, hidden amongst clouds and thriving across the seas.

But that was not the fate the Seven had assigned to her. That was not the dragon she needed.

Her dragon, her fate had come to her. Undeterred and knowing.

Her dragon had come to seek her because finally, the time was right.

Her dragon - so fierce and raging and monsterous. The fire she had been missing all her life.

***

Daemon watched Rhaenyra in amusement, barely able to hold back the smirk upon his face at the pathetic attempt to pull him into line.

Had she truly thought she could command him? Call to him?

Had she truly thought he would be soft with her? Kind and adhering?

"I'm right here, Uncle. The object of your ire - the reason you were disinherited. If you wish to be restored as heir, you'll need to kill me. So do it."

Daemon could commend the girl's bravery, perhaps even her stupidity. It was a tempting thought, truly - to end all this fuss and take her head in one quick swipe.

But he was fond of the girl, despite her growing infatuations. She was his niece - his brother's child. And to hurt her would be to hurt Viserys.

"Do not bother with such words, Rhaenyra. It will gain you no favours. You would sooner leave Dragonstone empty-handed than with my undying fidelity."

Daemon couldn't help the smirk that broke across his face as her expression fell - she had been so sure presenting herself to him, a prize upon a platter, would have made him succumb and relinquish the egg.

She was sure he would give up to her. For her.

"Uncle, you do not know what you are saying. This isn't what you want. She isn't who you want."

The words she spoke were true. But not in the way she had hoped.

"Perhaps if little Saena were here, I would be happy to continue this farce for a few moments longer," he grinned at the envious expression that crossed Rhaenyra's face, "it is a pity she is not. I believe she would have enjoyed Dragonstone."

"The Princess is safe at the Keep," Otto began, his words stern as he met Daemon's glare with one just as fierce, "where you shall be unable to find her."

Daemon gritted his teeth at the show of audaciousness, but before he could speak, a set of stumbling footfalls and a shouting voice drew their attention.

"The Princess! She is in Dragonstone!"

A handful of soldiers assigned to watch over their ships had raced up to the base, panting as they waved frantically for Otto's attention.

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes, "yes. Well, if you could not tell, I came by dragon-back. Such fan-fare is quite uneeded."

She turned back to Daemon, ready to push and prod, but the voice continued in panicked insistence.

"No! The Princess is upon the isle. She entered the tunnels before my men could stop her. We followed her in, but we fear she is lost within them."

Daemon's expression of amusement fell, his heart sinking as his stomach twisted. Tumultuous waves of rage washed over him at the realisation of who they spoke of.

Saenyra.

Saenyra was in Dragonstone. And she was lost in the tunnels, surrounded by wild dragons.

He seethed and frothed at the mouth, trembling in anger as he pulled out his sword and raised it against Otto's throat - "you told me she was at the Keep. You told me she was safe!"

Otto's own eyes had widened in surprise, shock flooding his system at the realisation the Princess must have snuck onto a ship to reach Dragonstone.

But why had she gone into the tunnels instead of following them to Daemon?

Otto stumbled over his words, almost speechless at the turn of events. It was Rhaenyra who spoke in his stead, "lower your sword, Uncle. What my sister does out of her own stupidity is no one's fault but her own."

Daemon ground his teeth in frustration, lowering his sword from Otto's throat only to throw a dangerous glare at Rhaenyra instead - "your sister is lost within the tunnels where dragons feed upon everything with a heartbeat, and you stand here and mock her? You are heartless."

Rhaenyra's face fell, her own heart now stammering with fear as she realised there was a truth to Daemon's words. She had lost her mother such a short time ago, could she truly lose her sister now, too?

"If she is hurt- if she is scared, I will kill you all. I will slaughter you all, and I will show Viserys the truth of my brutality. If there is so much as a scratch up-"

His words came to an abrupt end, halting mid-sentence at the sound of a victorious cry.

Daemon watched in fascination as a black mass emerged from the lip of a cave, climbing high into the sky as it unleashed a violent burst of green flames into the sunlit sky.

He could hear gleeful shrieks and melodic laughter from where he stood, and he could feel the ground shake as a monsterous beast rumbled from its place confined deep within the tunnels.

The violent beast flew overhead, murmurs spreading across as they all watched in fascination as the dragonless princess rode upon the most horrid beast of all and laughed.

There was a softness there, still present despite the beast she rode. One that sounded in her voice and in her laughter. One that sang in her eyes as they crinkled with joy.

Saenyra had conquered a dragon, but she had not lost herself in doing so.

Cannibal circled over Daemon and his army, and Daemon watched in amusement as Otto and his men backed up as far as they could.

Cannibal landed with a quiet thud, his rider grinning with excitement and pride exuding off of her in pretty waves. She slid from his back, scratching his neck as she murmured praises to the beast.

Daemon watched the scene unfold with soft eyes, his heart swelling with pride as he watched Saenyra fret over a vicious beast who submitted to her freely and with ease.

He took a step forward, uncaring of the watchful eyes and bated breaths of those around him.

Saenyra caught his gaze, a gasping laugh sounding from her lips as she moved to meet him halfway. But a glance over his shoulder had her stumbling to a stop.

Daemon knew who she had seen and couldn't stop the guilt that stung his throat and left a bitter taste.

"Rijes aōt, zaldrītsos (congratulations, little dragon)."

Daemon's words were gentle but hesitant. Saenyra could not find it within herself to meet his gaze.

She took a steadying breath, eyes passing over him with great difficulty as she sought the calming gaze of the Lord Hand instead.

Otto nodded to the girl as she eyed him in quiet despair - "Prince Daemon," he began, so quietly Daemon prayed Saenyra could not hear him, "has stolen the dragon egg as a gift to his heir."

Saenyra's eyes flitted back to Daemon as they welled with a betrayal she had no right to feel. And yet, from Daemon's worried gaze and guilty heart, she could not help but feel that perhaps it was not all in her mind, after all.

"His whore, Mysaria is with child. And Daemon is to take her as a second wife."

As Otto concluded his words, he could see how the girl's shoulders tensed and her spine stiffened - he hadn't expected to unveil the truth to her, but as she stared at her uncle with poorly hidden anger he found that it was probably the smartest move he had made.

Saenyra couldn't help but glance at her sister and see how her shoulders had deflated with defeat and how Rhaenyra could not meet her gaze.

Despite everything she had heard, despite the tears that pooled in her eyes and despite the hopes she had hidden deep within her heart that had caved and crumbled, she stepped forward. She closed the gap between Daemon and herself with a stifling sense of formality.

Saenyra stood before him in the image of a poised princess, a stiff smile upon her face as she searched his eyes for something.

They glinted and gleamed and grew dark under her stare, as though he was trying to force every word he could not say aloud into her mind.

"Tepagon se zaldrīzes drōmon, kepus. Let us be done with this. (Give the dragon egg, uncle)."

"Daor (no)."

His voice was quiet - his eyes pleading.

Her breath caught in her throat for a moment, her mind knowing what it was he wanted - what he needed. But her heart was too fragile to concede.

"Ivestragon nyke skoros nyke jorrāelagon naejot rȳbagon (tell me what I need to hear)."

Daemon did not care if Rhaenyra heard him, did not care if the others understood.

He would be exiled, unable to see Saenyra anymore. He knew although he could succeed in this battle, the game of politics that would follow would not work in his favour.

Too many men had sworn their allegiance to Viserys, and now his newest heir - Rhaenyra.

She gave him a strained smile in return, "I cannot upset your wife."

"Ōdrikagon zirȳla mirre ao hae, issa daorun naejot nyke (hurt her all you like, she is nothing to me)."

"And what about me?"

"Brōzagon naejot nyke (call to me)."

Such words were a promise in themselves, a claim if one wished it to be. And from the glimmering darkness in Daemon's eyes, singing with desperation and anger and a plea for understanding, Saenyra let herself reluctantly hope it was.

"Kepus, give me Baelon's egg."

"Kostilus (please)."

"Daemon."

The name came out in a quiet rush, a hushed confession.

His breath caught in his throat, a raging heat battling through his body as his heart trembled and his body singed with relief.

"Daemon," she whispered again, looking into his eyes so pleadingly, "give it to me, Daemon. Prove it to me."

Daemon was ready to kneel for her should she ask it of him. He handed the egg over readily, the fight leaving his body with the same rolling ease his name dripped off her tongue in such erotic rivulets.

As she reached out to take the egg from his grasp, he allowed his fingers to trail over her trembling hands. He rubbed his thumb over the ring she still wore, despite his misgivings, despite his harshness and despite his exile.

She wore this piece of him with pride and adoration. Such a sight made his heart sting with grief, knowing he would have to leave her behind. Knowing he had done nothing but made everything worse.

It had been amusing, yes. It had been a show of power, a show of all the cards he held. But now he knew it was almost over - the Gold Cloaks would retreat and return to King's Landing, and he would be exiled. Never to return, if Otto had it his way.

Saenyra stepped away from him, pulling her hands back as his own fell to his sides.

He sighed as though he was amused and steps closer, hand reaching for her chin as he tilted her head up to meet his warring gaze. He smiles, so gentle and so soft and so kind.

Daemon closes his eyes, placing a soft kiss upon her head and breathing in the scent of her - he would be exiled in truth now, unable to return for years if it was what his brother wished. He would only have this memory of his lips against her skin, his nose buried in the scent of her hair, his hands digging into her soft flesh.

He murmured a promise against her, his voice hushed so no one else could hear - "Nyke kessa māzigon arlī. Kesan māzigon arlī naejot ao. Se pār, kesi kipagon īlva zaldrīzoti naejot ūndegon qilōni's iksis se sȳrje. (I shall come back. I will come back to you. And then, we will ride our dragons to see who's is the best)."

Her eyes fluttered closed at his claim, "kivio? (Promise?)"

"Kivio."

She stepped back from the man, her eyes meeting his in silent mourning. She held the egg close to her chest as she made her way back to her dragon and mounted him, lips pursed as she tried to hold back her tears at the realisation she would likely never see Daemon again.

***

Saenyra returned to the Keep upon dragon-back, soaring the sky with a mourning sense of enjoyment. Perhaps she would not see Daemon again, but her ventures had gained her a dragon.

And such a gift was not one she would be ungrateful for.

Still, she was inexperienced upon dragon-back. Though her beast was adept and gifted with a masterful skill at flight, she had never soared the skies upon a dragon, let alone one so large.

It did not take long for Rhaenyra to catch up to her savage dragon, and it took even less time for her to soar past them and glare down at her with contempt flooding her gaze.

Saenyra grew worried as she drew closer to the Keep - the sky had darkened as a clouded mist settled low on to the soil. She grew anxious as she landed Cannibal on the grounds, eyes flitting across the planes in search of the Lords and Ladies, maids and knights that haunted the Keep, only to see it bare of life.

Cannibal flew off at her beckoning, never one to be tied down to a place so small but ready to find her if she were to call.

She entered the walls of the Keep, the corridors silent as she tiptoed to her room. She slipped into the closest tunnel she could find, her footsteps rushed as she made her way to her chambers.

She knew the secret of her travels would be revealed with Otto's return. Until then, she would take advantage of what she hoped to be Harwin's discretion and the King's ignorance and take a well-deserved rest.

***

It was not long until a flurry of frantic knocks sounded against her chamber doors - she sat up in a hurry, the sheets slipping off of her as all she remained in was the sheer material of her nightdress.

Saenyra stumbled out of her bed, reaching for the latch only to be faced by Alicent.

The girl looked worried, her eyes full of sadness as she frowned at Saenyra softly.

"The King is asking for your attendance at the Counsel, this evening."

Her brows furrowed in confusion, "Father has never asked for my presence at his meetings. Did something happen?"

Had Daemon acted out of turn once again? Had he returned to the Keep despite his exile? Has her father truly grown so angry by her travels outside the Keep?

She was unsure, and unwilling to seek answers to such questions.

"You must come at once, Princess. I fear I am not at liberty to answer your queries."

Saenyra nodded in ascent, understanding Alicent coming to retrieve her may have been a leniency on behalf of her father as well as a well-devised ploy.

She turned back to grab a dressing robe, wrapping it tightly over her bodice as she nodded for Alicent to lead the way. Alicent conceded with one last hesitant glance at the girl.

When they had reached the hall where her father held his Counsel meetings, the doors parted to reveal a truly formidable sight.

Upon his seat, though weakened by his ailings, Viserys was seething - frothing at the mouth as a well-groomed Lord stood beside him with a predatory grin.

It had taken Saenyra only a glance at Rhaenyra's proud face and Otto's sorrowful expression to learn what truth came to light.

Her lips parted, an apology sitting upon the tip of her tongue before her father's brash voice cut off her musings - "here we have her," a dragon's rage pooled in his veins, "my youngest daughter."

"Father..."

She was unsure of what she could have said - the placative words she could have spoken. But Viserys paid her no mind.

"Princess Saenyra is to be your wife, Lord Byrch." Viserys' eyes met his daughters, sharp and unforgiving as he recalled the conversations Rhaenyra whispered in his ears that took place between his youngest daughter and his devious brother - "you are to wed and take my daughter to your lands where she will swell with your children and make me a happy grandsire."

Her eyes burned as his words echoed in her mind, heart sinking in betrayal as she glanced towards Rhaenyra who spoke with a smug tone, "congratulations, dear sister."

Saenyra could hear no more talk of the betrayal that had just taken place, could no longer restrain her cries or hold back her tears.

As the Lord Byrch stepped closer to his awaiting bride, the girl stumbled back as she fled from the room in a flood of emotions.

Viserys' boisterous laughs could be heard echoing through the Keep, "she is but a shy girl, Byrch. Take no offence, you shall get your bride. That I promise."

***

Saenyra did not leave her chamber for several days - taking to dining within the walls of her room where she was safe and away from her traitorous sister and looming husband-to-be.

In those days, it was only Otto whom she allowed to seek her audience; even Harwin, now her Shield and Commander of the Gold Cloaks, barely caught a glimpse of the girl when he would assign his men to keep watch over her.

The man would whisper his disapprovals of the King's decision, acting wary of listening ears and speaking in hushed anger. He would weave tales of her bethrothed's violent nature and greedy hands, of his narrow mind and stubborn heart.

He had laughed as he suggested that the death of her betrothed may be her only saving grace - as though such a proposition was preposterous and only made in jest.

Otto had ingrained upon her an expectation for a horrid future - unloved and hurt and bred like an animal.

That was the life Viserys had chosen for her, and such a realisation wrought her soul with anger and agony. She had known Rhaenyra was the favourite, but to cast Saenyra aside in such a manner made her feel truly unworthy in his eyes.

Perhaps this was why - angered by her father's aversion and terrified by Otto's quiet truths - she had found herself in such a position.

Otto had encouraged the girl to escape the confines of her room, to walk along the corridors of the Keep and, at the very least, find enjoyment in the activities she used to before.

She had agreed, reluctantly. And that very night, she left her rooms through the tunnel, unwilling to be trailed by soldiers that belonged to both Harwin and Daemon.

She found herself in the library, fingers skimming across the spine of large tomes and story books. Her touch was light and airy, her mind quiet in the comfort of the night sky.

But the sound of footfalls drawing closer had her grow keenly wary of her surroundings.

She turned in anticipation, hand falling to her side as she came face-to-face with the man she had been avoiding all this time.

Oh, how the needy and desperate whispers of her mind grew louder wishing it was Daemon she saw.

Instead, in front of her stood the slim and staggering figure of Lord Byrch. There was a grim smirk upon his lips, his voice hushed as he whispered, "my little bride. Oh, how I have been searching for you in all the crevices in the Keep."

She smiled stiffly, "my Lord."

She stepped back, nodding to be polite as she searched for a way around the man and to the door.

There was no escape.

He stepped closer, hands clamping around her waist as he pulled her towards him - so close she could smell the scent of strong ale permeating from his lips.

The man was shameless and crude, stuffing his face into the hollow of her throat as he took deep breaths and groaned roughly at her sweet scent.

Her hands came to push against his shoulders, but the man did not relent. He stumbled forward so he could press her against a table and lave at the delicate skin of her neck.

He hummed at the taste of her, groaning in her ear in a fervent breath - "I cannot wait to make you my bride and fuck you. I cannot wait to fill you with my children and make sure you never leave my bed without my cum dripping from that sweet cunt of your's."

She cried out in disgust, her hands reaching back to brace herself against the table as he grew hurried and frantic. He began to pull up the fabric of her dress, her heart sinking in dread as her eyes stung with tears.

Her hands reached for something, grasping at anything she could use to scare this monster away.

Her fingers wrapped around a thin and delicate item, and it only took a glance back to see the silver sheen of a letter opener held tight in her grasp.

It was at the sight of such a lacklustre weapon hope began to bubble in the pit of her stomach as her breath was stolen from her in preparation of such a feat - an opportunity.

Her heart sung with rage as a guttural cry escaped her, and the weapon in her hand found its place in his shoulder. The foul beast of a man reared back, and as he cried out in agony, she could hear a fierce cry shatter through the quiet of the night as though it shared in her pain and agony - Cannibal.

At the sound of his angered roars, she felt the dragon within her come to life, a disastrous blaze flooding through her as rage took over fear.

Saenyra was angry.

So angry.

Angry at Daemon. At her sister. At her father. And this pathetic excuse of a man who thought himself worthy of marrying her. Of touching her.

With a battle cry, she ripped the blade from his flesh, throwing herself at him and knocking him to the ground as her body moved with a mind of its own. She wailed upon the man as her screams gave way to mourning cries and the aches of a thousand days washed upon her and all the agony she felt, all the grief, was poured into a deserving beast.

Hands wrapped around her body, her dress tainted red as blood seeped deep into her clothes and burned her skin with feral delight. She fought against the touch, reaching forward after her prey as her mind went mad with hunger.

The arms only held her tighter, wrenching the blade from her grasp and casting it aside as they turned her towards a solid chest and hushed quietly in her ears.

Her breaths came back to her in quiet huffs, her racing heart settled as it was finally quiet once again.

"Princess," Saenyra stiffened at the voice, eyes glancing up to meet the determined gaze of the Shield she had escaped for far too long.

Harwin met her gaze, determination giving way to a kind softness as he frowned softly at the blood splattered against the girl's face. His hands reached up to her face, rubbing against the wet liquid and smearing it across her cheeks, making her seem like a blushing bride who awaited eagerly for her husband's embrace.

But Lord Byrch was dead.

His body mutilated, his face unrecognisable.

Harwin felt his own heart race in anger at the thought that the Princess would have been hurt whilst under his charge, his protection.

He gritted his teeth as he strained his mind for a plan - "I accompanied you to the library," he began, his voice lowered and his words fast as his eyes darted towards the door, hoping it would be his Gold Cloaks who arrived first and not the Kingsguards.

"Then Lord Byrch came and asked for a listening ear - which you granted him. He spoke of treasonous plans after your wedding, and when you refused, he grew mad. So I killed him."

She eyed the soldier in fascination, wondering why he would lie on her behalf about a deed so grave.

"I killed him. Did you hear me, Princess?"

She held her breath as she nodded, confusion still clouding her eyes.

"Repeat it back to me."

She began in a whisper, hands tightening around his arms as she continued, "you killed him. You killed him because he planned to act against my father. He was going to hurt me, so you killed him."

"Good. Good, you're doing so well. Leave this to me, I shall handle this."

"Harwin," her voice shook as she protested such a thing, tears tracking down her face as her hands trembled at the realisation of what she had done.

Saenyra had killed a Lord. She had murdered her intended husband.

But he had deserved it.

Still, she had taken a life.

"I am your sworn Shield. When I took such a position, I vowed to protect you with every inch of life I have within me. Allow me to do my duty, Princess. Allow me to protect you."

Saenyra threw her arms around his neck, heaving sobs against him as he held her tight and turned her away from the gruesome scene she had created.

Otto had found them in such a position only moments later, eyes growing dark with understanding as he realised what must have occured.

It was safe to say Harwin escaped with such a deed unpunished, and Saenyra grew to trust her Shield just as she grew to trust Otto.

Her heart grew discontent to sit with her sister and listen to her father's demands, but even her disheartened feelings towards them would not stop the fact her father sought another husband for the girl to wed.

Saenyra could only hope he failed in such a mission of his.

Saenyra could only hope Daemon would return before Viserys succeeded in his ventures, and Rhaenyra celebrated her departure.

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Sword and Silk

Summary: Within the ancient walls of the Red Keep, the Princess is ensnared by the looming presence of Ser Harwin "Breakbones" Strong, his silent vigilance concealing darker depths. Amidst his whispers of protection, a hidden yearning simmers beneath the surface, entwined with the secrets that swarm within the castle's corridors.

Warnings: Themes of violence, including depictions of physical altercations, character death, grief, complex power dynamics, manipulation and coercion.

Author's Note: Your feedback is valuable to me as an author. Whether it's your thoughts on the characters, the plot twists, or even just your emotional response to the story, I genuinely want to hear from you. Stay tuned for the second part!

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HE WAS HER SHADOW. Strolling heavy-footed behind her at every moment. The princess's every move was scrutinised under his unwavering gaze. King Viserys had long lectured his only daughter in the belly of his sleeping chamber. The presence of her Kingsguard was for her own protection. Ser Harwin "Breakbones" Strong was true to his namesake. The thought that harm might come to her under his shield was amusing.

Still, she felt so diminutive; every footstep, his looming presence followed. He towered over her like the godswood tree under which her lessons commenced. His wide back and mighty arms did not settle the swarm of wasps that buzzed within her belly. It rattled their nest.

She was left to her own devices during the day within the heart of the sept. The seven walls of the dusty stone room seldom held the inhabitants of the castle. Their focus remained fixed on indulging their whims, she always thought. After her delicate finger lit a candle at the altar, she bent both knees before the marble statue of The Father. A precipitation of teardrops rolled down the apples of her cheeks. There she begged, hands clasped for the soul of her dear mother.

She would emerge when the sun hung low in the sky and the shadows grew long. Her dampened features never failed to draw Ser Harwin's attention. His thick eyebrows drew themselves together over his deep sable eyes.

"Are you alright, Princess?" He would always whisper.

These were the only times her lilac eyes would dare flicker to his, resembling the red of her house banner.

"Yes, Ser Harwin." She would croak before averting her eyes to the grey stone path beneath her feet.

ON A DAY OF GENTLE BREEZE, tranquil waters and clear skies, her cousin, Lady Laena Velaryon's ship, docked at the harbour of Blackwater Bay.

Ser Harwin's eyes softened as a genuine smile graced the Princess's lips for once. A fleeting moment of brightness amidst the shadows that surrounded her.

"Cousin!" She cried.

She nearly tripped over the train of her black gown, running towards her kin, arms outstretched.

When the gap between them was sealed, an entanglement of limbs ensued, their silver hair dancing wildly in the wind.

"How is my dearest Y/N?" The older girl asked, panting.

The Princess nodded as they began to walk down the pier.

Stark-white seagulls flew above them alongside the dark scales of Vhagar.

The large dragon casting a quick shadow.

The crew unloading the cargo of the ship gasped in awe of the great beast.

"The days no longer seem long… as I have written in my letters. They now somehow manage to bleed together. I often confuse many moons ago for yesterday…" She sighed.

Lady Laena clutched the Princess's cold hands within her own.

"You shall grieve no longer, sweet Y/N. We shall fête every day until I depart!" She laughed, tugging her into a hug that nearly suffocated the younger girl.

Ser Harwin smiled unbeknownst to the two, his heavy boots following behind as always.

Y/N hurriedly walked through the corridor of the Red Keep, the sound of her low-heeled shoes barely audible against the polished marble floor.

She came to a halt at a heavy Valyrian steel door, gesturing to it with delicate fingers.

"The finest room in the castle, for my truest confidant." She giggled.

The knight had not heard the Princess laugh in that manner since her last name day when the Queen was still alive.

KING VISERYS HAD declared that there be three days of celebration for his daughter.

On the first night, a lavish feast commenced. Every elegantly clad guest gorged themselves on the most sumptuous of delicacies. From roasted boar to buttered rolls to indulgent cakes adorned with fruit and thick frosting.

Amidst his peers, the man with dark curls hungered for something else - or rather, someone.

Princess Y/N sat tall upon a skillfully carved chair among the rest of her family, her dainty wrist adorned with a pewter bracelet encrusted with rubies. It grazed against the velvet tablecloth as she spoke. She and her cousin Lady Laena brushed shoulders, occasionally whispering and giggling as they indulged heavily in Dornish wine.

The crimson colour gown she donned made her bronze skin more radiant, competing with the shimmer of its silk fabric. The garment's onyx corset adorned with an embroidered dragon and delicate lace details sinched her waist. The dress hugged every curve of her body with a luxurious embrace. The neckline embellished with matching black lace plunged daringly low, accentuating the swell of her bust.

No fault of the Princess, he imagined; she certainly could not be aware of how appetisingly she had blossomed over the past year - he certainly had not until now.

"Brother, you are drooling," his brother Larys jested.

Ser Harwin averted his gaze instantaneously.

The knight, in his finest attire, futilely attempted to focus on the roasted duck drowned in gravy that sat on his plate. He could not resist the décolletage of the heiress, his eyes carefully peering at the curly-haired beauty.

On the second day, when the sun hung directly overhead, the King commanded a tournament be held. Lords and Ladies of Westeros and the lesser kingdoms filled the seats of the great coliseum, heavy bags of coin in their grasp with the intention of placing bets on the bravest knights.

Despite the tremor of his hands, Lord Strong encouraged his son to be among those in the festivities.

As the knights prepared for the final joust, Ser Harwin Strong approached the royal pavilion where the princess sat. His skin was slick with sweat that he hoped she assumed was a byproduct of the Westerosi summer. His armour was clangorous with the steady trot of his steed. His eyes were fixed on her visage as he steadied his mount.

"Princess," he began, bowing his head before her, "I ask that you bestow me the honor of wearing your favor."

The Princess slowly rose from her cushioned seat and approached the railing, the wreath of blood-red roses in her delicate grasp.

A shy smile graced her painted lips.

Her voice was barely above a whisper. "May it bring you luck, Ser Harwin."

The man contained the swell of pride that erupted in his broad chest as the wreath now adorned his wooden lance.

"Thank you, Your Grace," he said, "I shall carry it with pride."

Ser Harwin's armour gleamed in the sunlight as he returned to his position.

Silence settled over the coliseum.

With a thunderous roar, the signal was given, and the two knights spurred their steeds into action. Dust danced in the air as the hooves of horses thundered down the lists, lances steadied and gazes marked on thine own target.

The lances crashed against each other. Only black-haired knight's held true, colliding with the armour of his opponent with brutal force. He, however, remained steady on the leather of his saddle.

with brutal force. He however, remained steady upon the leather of his saddle.

The nobles erupted into cheers as Ser Harwin's opponent was unseated, descending to the dust with a deafening clangour. The victorious knight waved briefly to the crowd before his horse gave out below him.

The gasps and screams of the court reverberated through the arena.

The shrieks of steel on steel rang across the jousting field as the two knights clashed. Ser Harwin was a man possessed, his blows raining down upon his opponent with relentless force. At one point, he tossed aside his sword, pummeling his opponent with simply his hands, both fists pounding against his chest.

As the dust settled and the screams of the crowd fell dead, Ser Harwin stood with his head hung, his gauntlets bloody, and his breath in ragged gasps. There was no longer pride in his eyes; only a grim visage remained, finding no solace in knowing he had defended his honour and upheld the code to which he had sworn his life.

He gazed upon the Princess's face; her violet eyes widened, and her mouth agape.

On the last night, fireworks exploded in the midnight sky above the ships of Blackwater Bay, the most noble of houses making drunken toasts to the Princess Y/N.

A table of gifts, wrapped in the most ornate of papers and fabrics and tied in the most elaborate and fantastical of bows, piled as high as the mountains in the North. It only grew as the evening went on, each courtier attempting to outdo the next.

A bard strummed his mandolin and cried out a song naming her the Princess, the realm's delight.

But the princess sat at her table, feigning looks of surprise and joy as one pompous figure after another greeted her.

THE LADY LAENA smiled.

"Oh, how you honour me, Y/N," she began, "Won't you join me for some wine and gossip?" She jested.

The Princess nodded, escaping with her kin under the threshold arm in arm.

The young knight stood back turned towards the door, not meaning to but overhearing their girlish chatter.

Y/N sat at the foot of Laena's bed, watching as she undressed.

The soft winds rustled the silken curtains, filling the room with a slight chill.

"How long has it been since we have laid eyes upon each other dear cousin?" Y/N said, sipping from her silver chalice.

Laena sighed as she plopped on the tall mattress. Her hair spread across the cool satin sheets.

"Way too long, I fear." She pouted.

Y/N gulped the last bit of her wine, wiping the side of her mouth with the tips of her pointer and index fingers.

Her cousin chuckled.

"What?! What provokes you to such laughter?" Y/N flopped back so she could lay beside her.

"You, drunkard." She giggled.

"I'll have you know I have not indulged in quite sometime," the Princess shrugged, reaching for the pitcher.

"By all means indulge… Your Grace," she jested.

Y/N shoved the older girl's shoulder.

"Do you remember all the mischief we got up to?" She sat up reaching for her own chalice.

"How could one forget."

"Little dragons should be seen and not heard!" they both exclaimed at the same time.

Another fit of laughter ensued.

"Good riddance to Otto! That old geezer!" Y/N began before her soft palms covered her mouth.

Laena rolled around the bed, clutching her nightgown-covered stomach.

"You have never told a lie! I do not regret ever eavesdropping on his conversations." She stated plainly.

"Gods! Remeber when we heard him trying to seduce that young kitchen hand?! What was her name-" The princess began once more.

"Maeve! The poor girl!" Her cousin answered.

The two fell weak, with stomachs aching from laughter.

The hour grew late, and the pair grew bacchanalian.

Their chalices once filled with the finest of Dornish wine had run dry.

"…Any interesting converstions… or encounters at court...?" Laena asked. Her head now hung off the bed.

Y/N pouted her lips.

"No lords interest me…" Y/N retorted, reflecting on the disappointing suitors she had encountered. From brutish Baratheons to loquacious Lannisters.

Laena hummed.

"He does not have to be a lord…" she sang.

The princess sat up.

"It is almost as if you are referring to someone in particular dear cousin…" She arched her brow.

The Velaryon girl shrugged.

"Have you perhaps noticed the fleeting glances of your Kingsgaurd…?" The girl flipped over onto her belly.

She laughed nearly falling from the bed.

"Ser Harwin? I assure you I have no interest in a man like him. He probably frequents the brothel in Mole's Town, has fathered a thousand bastards and…"

"Uh huh… So you are smitten with him…" She deduced.

Y/N heaved a boudoir pillow at her cousin's head.

"I have no time to be consumed by matters of the heart… besides how can one forget the brutality of my name day…"

Laena's eyes softened.

Y/N cleared her throat.

"The hour has grown late dear cousin. I fear I must retire…" Y/N explained before swaying to her feet.

The older girl nodded.

She rose off the bed, bidding her kin goodnight with a kiss on the cheek.

The girl tugged feebly at the door before managing to pry it ajar.

She had forgotten her sworn protector resided outside until his dark ringlets appeared in the candlelit corridor.

"Princess." He greeted hoarsely.

"Ser Harwin. My apologies…" She slurred before clumsily shuffling past him.

The knight stifled the laugh that bubbled in his belly at the sight before him. In fact, he quite enjoyed it when the Princess murmured more than two words to him.

"No need to apologise Your Grace. Shall I escort you back to your chambers?" he said looking down at her state.

The top buttons of her chemise were unbuttoned; he had not the slightest clue where her shoes had gone and her curls were more unruly than usual.

Frankly she looked as though she'd been bedded.

"Yes… to my chambers," she sighed.

THE WALK WAS SLOW, but Ser Harwin did not mind. He found the sight quite adorable.

Princess Y/N hummed along as she used the passing walls to stabilize her.

When they reached the door, the knight pushed it open, standing straight outside the threshold.

The princess mumbled a quiet thanks before entering her large chamber.

A few moments after she had shut the door behind her, he heard what he thought was his name being uttered from her lips.

"Princess?" her turned to the door, his hand frozen at the handle.

"Are you decent?" He called.

"Yes!" she answered rather quietly.

The man swallowed hard.

The room was exceptionally warm from the fireplace that burned brightly in the corner, casting the shadows of flickering flames over the princess's face.

He shut the door behind him.

"I cannot manage the strings of my corset…" She pouted.

The man's skin warmed.

He supposed that since it was now the hour of the wolf, it would be most unkind to awaken Her Grace's handmaiden to do such a simple task.

The knight removed his gauntlets laying them gently on the table beside him.

He cautiously approached the heiress. Her back turned towards him.

She tossed her pearlescent hair over her shoulder so it rested on her collar bone.

His nimble fingers unravelling the strings of the corset one by one.

The man tried to ignore the way his rough fingers grazed the softness of her skin every now and again.

The princess sighed deeply.

"Thank you, Ser Harwin."

The man grunted in response, afraid that his tongue might betray him.

The silver-haired beauty stalked towards him, eyes fixed; he had not realized that he was marching backwards until his head hit the wall with a thud.

"Ser Harwin…" She said. Her glossy lilac eyes peering up at him through her long eyelashes.

"Princess…" He whispered. Swallowing thickly.

She tilted her head to the side.

His eyes immediately fell to her exposed neck.

"Do you desire me?"

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Fire and Salt chp 3

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YN just wants her family together for her nameday. She was sure if everyone had reunited then the foreboding feeling in her stomach would end. 

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YN skipped around the castle trying to find her father. She knew he would and could never deny her, so with hope she planned her request for her nameday. Her quest for her father left her unaware of the stares from the people who watched her run. YN’s efforts were rewarded when she saw the familiar head of her father. 

“Papa!” YN hugged him from behind, causing Laenor to smile slightly and turn to pat her head.

“YN. Are you alright darling?” He sounded slightly sad to the girl.

“I think I know what I really want for my nameday.” YN said, holding his hand as they walked to his rooms. 

“Oh? And what is that my darling girl?” 

“I want Rhaena and Baela to come here to Westeros. I want to spend the day with them.” Her request made her father pause and kneel down to her height. 

“YN. It’s not so easy to just bring them here. There’s a reason that they are in Pentos and don’t stay in Westeros.” Laenor sighed, trying to reason with his daughter. 

“But that's all I want. Please papa. Please talk to the king and ask him to allow them to come for only a fortnight.” YN pleaded. “I just want to play with my cousins and see them face to face again. I want to show them around dragonstone, and maybe high tide.”

“Why don’t we both travel to Pentos instead? Like on your 7th name day hm? Wouldn’t you like to see the Essosi countries again?” Laenor tried to bargain with his daughter, but he was only met with a pout. 

“Please papa, please find a way to bring them here.” Her eyes begged him. 

The man sighed, kissing the top of her forehead and standing to his height. “I will see what can be done. But if it's not possible to bring them here, then will you consider the option of going to them?” 

“I will, but I;m going to pray to any and every god I know of to make them come here.” YN relented and they continued onward. 

Laenor hoped his daughter would wish to go to Pentos. Essos was closer to the StepStones, and closer to the war brewing. He hoped to fight again and though Rhaenyra commanded him to stay with her, if YN was to go to Pentos with him he may be able to answer the call to battle. And his daughter may see the seas at battle. 

“When we arrive at Dragonstone, I will write the necessary papers and show them being sent off for you.” He said, sitting in the nearest chair. 

“Papa. May I write Aemond when will live at Dragonstone? He doesn’t have many friends and he might get lonely without me here.” The girl asked, smiling when he nodded his head absentmindedly. 

With that she ran out of the room to find her uncle and tell him her goodbyes. Once again, she found him in her favorite spot, the wall overlooking the water. His silver hair covering his sullen looking face as the sounds of the waves did nothing to soothe him. 

“Aemond!” YN shouted and ran to his side. 

“I hear you and your family are leaving for Dragonstone.” He pouted not looking at her. “It was the fight that caused it wasn’t it? If we hadn’t caused it, maybe you’d stay and I wouldn’t be losing my only friend here.”

“I don’t know if that’s what caused it. Maybe it’s a bunch of things that the adults don’t want to tell us.” YN tried to assure him, standing next to him to watch the waves. “But, my father said I am allowed to write to you. So we’ll exchange letters as much as we can, updating each other on our lives. You’ll tell me when you claim a dragon, won’t you? And I’ll tell you when I’ve either claimed a dragon or a ship.”

“When I’ve gotten my dragon YN, I'll fly to Dragonstone and present them myself.” Aemond promised, both locking pinkies to solidify their vows to each other. 

With a tight hug, YN left the boy staring after her when she made her way to her mother’s room. As got closer, she had found Ser Harwin as he had finished preparing to leave for Harrenhall. She was not there when he said his goodbyes to her mother and brothers, believing they deserved a moment together. But now she didn;t want him to leave without her own farwell. 

“Ser Harwin!” YN ran forward. 

“Little princess?” The man asked, taken aback when she wrapped her arms around his frame in a tight hug. Her eyes pricked with tears. 

“I’m going to miss you. I know you were closer with my brothers, but I will always see you as a friend and protector. I don;t want you to go.” the girl said, battling her own tears. 

“We will meet again one day, princess. When you are strong and tall. You and your brothers are very dear to me, and I am sad I will not be there to see you become a fine woman.” He tried to calm her. The girl may not have been his child, but she was a kind person and he was just as close in his mind to her as he was to her brothers. “Now buck up. Be strong. You are strong.”

“If we never see each other again, I promise I’ll never forget you.” YN hiccuped. He gave her a final hug and pulled away. 

“We’ll see each other one day, princess. When you’ve amassed a whole army of ships under your command.” He smiled and went to his horse. 

It felt like a member of her family was dying or being exiled. The pain cut into YN’s heart and left an empty feeling in her stomach as tears ran down her light brown cheeks. Her plump lips tried to stop quivering as she went back to her mother’s rooms. She knew that if she had Rhaena and Baela and their mother here it would feel like her family was cracking. Soon they’d all be together and happy again. But the gnawing feeling in her stomach would not end. Not even as they made it to Dragonstone. 

Eventually the feeling took hold of her emotions again as two ominous ravens delivered letters to her parents. Death seals on both. Her stomach ached at the news. She would not see Ser Harwin again. And her cousins were coming to Westeros, but they were bringing a corpse with them.

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[imh1ll]

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.

made by : @imh1ll

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Clever Girl (Part 4)  Harwin Strong x OC

Summary: Lyra must fight for her life to save her brother and a bond is solidified.

A/N; Hope you enjoy! I’ve never written a scene like this before, so let me know if I did ok!    

 Lyra didn’t see Harwin again until the second to last night of the tourney. While he preformed beautifully, laying down all that stood between him and his victory, Lyra watched from the crowd in awe. He was striking and she could feel herself becoming powerless to the spell he had cast upon her.

           After the games were finished for the day, her father took Raeken and Casper further into King’s Landing to purchase fresh meat for the family’s supper. Surprisingly, Bastion chose to stay and appeared delighted to go traipsing through the wood with Lyra to pick some herbs and gather more wood for the pit. He hummed softly to himself as they sought and gathered, every so often stopping to ask Lyra if a plant was poisonous of not. When they reached the edge of a glassy river, Bash scampered off in search of the best skipping rocks.

           Catching sight of some beautiful wild juniper, Lyra skipped a few feet happily and dropped to the soft earth to gather the splendor of the gods. After picking just enough to season the game her father would bring back, Lyra considered their journey fruitful and turned to call for Bash. He stood maybe fifteen feet behind her, a look of horror contorting his pale face. His eyes didn’t meet hers, they looked beyond her.

           Standing a mere twenty yards from her was the knight who had accused Bash of stealing and he looked positively murderous. She rose quickly, moving her body to cut her young brother off from his sightline. Edmund rose the sword hanging at his side and took a single step forward.

“Bash, I need you to run as fast as you can back to camp and find anyone who will help you, do you understand me?” She said, her eyes never leaving Edmunds.

“Lyra I can’t leave you!”

“You can and you will.” Lyra replied, trying to control the shake in her voice as she replied. She would rather die than let that vile man near her brother again and if the Gods were merciful, he would turn his anger on her when Bash ran away.

“Lyra no!” Bash cried and her heart squeezed. The boy loved her like a mother, having never known their own and she could feel his pain in her bones.

“NOW!” She demanded forcefully as Edmund stalked closer and thankfully, she heard her silly boy take off towards camp.

           As Bash fled, Edmunds eyes found her own and a sick smile curved the corner of his lip. He stalked forward a few more steps and stopped.

“No matter,” He chuckled darkly, laughing deeper as she pulled her dagger from her belt, “I just need one Castellan to pay for my unjust dishonor.”  

“Do your worst then.” Lyra replied, adjusting the hold on her dagger and planting her feet to ready for what she knew would be a berserker style attack.

           He made no more statements, just raised his sword, and charged her. She dodged his first wild swing by dropping to the ground and rolling away from him. He swung again as she rose, the tip of his sword slicing her shoulder. The pain came quickly and throbbed horribly down the length of her arm but she took only a second to acknowledge it before the ache was replaced with blind rage.

           Using her small stature to her advantage, she surged forward, just barely missing his strike and landing her own on the back of his calf. Her dagger dug deep, blood spraying her face as he roared in pain.

“YOU BITCH!” He cried out but gave her no space for escape, using his large frame to back her closer to the rivers edge. He struck out again and again, pouring his hatred into his attack. She dodged the best she could but as her feet hit the waters edge, she slipped and before recovery was possible, he was on her.

           Lyra had never put much thought into how she would die but being drowned by a morally weak man in a river was not going to be how she met her demise. She fought back fiercely against the hands around her throat, fists flailing and connecting with any piece of flesh they could find. He didn’t let up and her world began to fade.

Until she remembers that she hadn’t just worn her belt that day.

           With her last ounce of strength, she reached back, pulled at the elaborate pin in her hair and buried her dagger in Edmunds stomach. His hands released her, but his dead weight pitched forward, pushing her further underwater. Her lungs screamed for air and her mind went fuzzy as the adrenaline left her body. Good, she thought as she felt her body sink deeper, at least that monster was going down with her.

           Then suddenly, the weight was gone, and her lungs burned with fresh air. She gasped, gulping in as much air as she could, readying herself for what was surely his next move. She still had the dagger clutched in her hand, her knuckles white as the snow that blanketed Winterfell. But, the hands that held her were gentle and the voice that accompanied them broke her from her haze.

“Lyra, it’s me,” Harwin said, shaking her body gently, “Your fight is over clever girl, breathe for me, please.”

           She broke when she saw his face. Concern creased his brow and his nostrils flared as he tried to control his own breathing. He brought his hand to her cheek and even though it was stained with blood, she leaned heavily into his touch.

“I killed him.” She rasped, her throat aching with the effort of speech.

“You did and I am so fucking proud of you for it.” Harwin praised her, burying his other hand in the back of her hair.

           Gods, her body hurt more than she imagined it could but the feeling of Harwin’s hands on her were more healing than the milk of the poppy could ever be and she needed more.

“Harwin.” She breathed his name desperately, demanding that he understood her need with her eyes as they met his own.

“Lyra.” He whispered before bridging the small gap between their lips and melding his with her own.

           She felt his need mix with her as their lips danced softly over one another. She realized they were speaking their own language this way and it was the most romantic tongue in the seven kingdoms. His lips were just as soft as she imagined them to be. He gripped her tightly, driving all heat from her wounds as his tongue traced her bottom lip. She greedily met it, gripping his face tightly and diving as deeply into him as she could.

           They broke apart at the sound of horses in the distance, both panting but unwilling to release the other for a few moments. Harwin only pulled away as the riders voices grew clearer. Her father and brothers were coming for her and even though she was safe, tears spilled down her cheeks. For a moment, as she felt herself succumbing to the river, she thought she would never see them again and hearing their voices felt like even more of a victory than slaying Edmund.

           Her family came upon the river just as Harwin helped her rise and tore a strip from his tunic to help staunch the bleeding on her shoulder. He was tender in all his movements and Lyra felt her chest well with affection at his ministrations.

“You have proven most surprising, Break Bones.” Lyra lowered her voice, so only Harwin could hear.

“And you have proven to be the most enchanting woman I have ever met, Cut Throat .” Harwin replied, squeezing her hand affectionately and holding her gaze until her family swept her away.

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~ False belief ~

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warning : smut , knife play , blood play , p in v ( wrap it up ) , loss of virginity , female x male , biting , kissing , unprotected sex , little angst , little emotional

Minors beware of the warnings thanks

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Y/n Mormont would marry Otto Hightower. She knew it was a duty she could not avoid. She knew there was no one who could lead her out of this. Even if she told the king everything, it would be her word against the hand. Her word was that of a lady who was a friend of the princess, but she could not go against the word of her most trusted advisor. She knew that she had to give in, but she still didn't know why. ,,Y/n believe me, as soon as I get out of here, I'll try to put everything back in order," she heard her uncle's voice. But no sooner said than her hands snaked around the collar of his shirt and pulled him to the bars. Not violently or painfully but warningly. ,,By the old gods, have you not been listening? You idiot, you will beg the house that promised you marriage on your knees. You will ask for forgiveness and give your wife everything she wants, you hear?" she asked him and saw the quick nod. ,,Whatever house then belongs to our own alliance as soon as you are married, the alliance is there. Behave rather carefully, because in spite of the alliance with the Hightowers, we can't expect any help, as far as I can see," she gave her thoughts and saw how her uncle seemed to understand as well. ,,We'll write a letter and somehow, if the gods are merciful, we'll manage," she said at last before getting up from the stool. ,,Try to rest, uncle, in a few hours it will be a strenuous time " she told him, but her eyes were looking into the darkness. ,,Y/n you don't have to do this...I-I would understand if you had sacrificed me after all I have done" he said and followed her until his cell ended.

She laughed sadly and looked at him. ,,Reciprocity Edric we both mauled each other like bears...but sacrifice no. As the Lady of Bear Island, I need every man for what is to come" she answered and walked into the darkness. The torches and lanterns seemed to reach for her with their flames. But the Mormont was not yet a prisoner of the green fire. She was still free, even if her cage was closing fast. What is coming is a war for the iron throne, she thought in her head before taking the stairs back up to the corridors of the castle. But the other problem was not finished yet. Rhaenyra was still missing, and since the princess was probably not in the castle, she could only be in the city. Discomfort was in her eyes as she grabbed one of her simple cloaks and threw it around her. For the first time, however, she was glad to wear simple clothes. She would not stand out in the city because that was something she really should not do. Not after the conversation and not after Otto knew about her secret affair. Since this could bring to her and Rhaenyra's sorrow the latter also in danger.

Longclaw from her belt she left only the dagger at her side. Even though she knew she couldn't take the sword with her, it had to be the dagger. She thought it unlikely that someone could commit an assassination attempt on her, but she couldn't rule anything out now. She put the dagger on her belt one last time before putting on the hood and hurrying out of her room. Passing through the many corridors and doors, the torches and lanterns and the guards, some of whom were sleeping rather than keeping watch. She slipped past the guards and walls into the city she had only been in a few times before. Where are you? she asked herself as she walked through the normal quarters. But they were almost empty, only a few beggars and drunks staggered and strolled through the streets. But when they saw the dagger, or at least knew that they should not mess with her, they left the young woman alone.

But when she looked down the hill on which the castle stood and its surroundings, she saw where life was. The silk road, the place with the bathhouse, the bordel and the pub where she was with her foster father. "Guide me in this dark hour" she thought briefly of her commander and foster father and she felt herself longing for him. Even if they were not related, he was the father she had lost since her youth. He was the false bear of the family and yet more Mormont than many others. Shaking off thoughts of her foster father, she headed in the direction of the Silk Road. Past the dark narrow houses through alleys and streets before she heard the sounds of night life. Please just be here, she hoped, but knew that she would not see Rhaenyra so easily. Since she was not wearing her typical clothes, she must have adapted well. But why she left was still a mystery to her. But she knew that if she found Rhaenyra, she would tell her everything, otherwise she was sure she would not see her happy, cheerful Rhaenyra again. The dragon would burn itself. She pushed her way through the crowd and saw that there was a gathering a few meters away from her. ,,Dear child, do you want to know how you die?" she suddenly heard the question and looked astonished into the face of an old woman. She had pulled her hood over her face, but the smile on her lips was unmistakable.

She winced as she heard the sound of two weapons in the distance. The sound of steel hitting each other was familiar but unpleasant. The woman laughed with a giggle and Y/n walked on, not caring. Before she arrived at the large collection. From which she could see that it was watching a play. Perhaps a recurring performance, but she couldn't say for sure. But with every sentence that was called, she liked the play about Rhaenyra and her half-brother Aegon less and less. Turning away from the disgusting theater and walking through the streets again, she knew that she had come no further. But she could not give up, no she could not give up. So she searched on and on the night seemed to get darker and darker and with every step she met more and more people.

Only when she turned into an alley and bumped into someone and heard a ,,Lady Mormont?" she looked up. Behind the well plated helmet and the good armor was Ser Harwin Strong. ,,Ser Harwin" she said and was about to pass him when he gently held her by the shoulder. ,,Is everything alright you look rushed?" he asked and she smiled faintly at her frankness. ,,Um, yeah, it's just an evening outing, it's fine," she tried to shrug it off as nothing and he let her go. ,,If you are looking for someone, someone special, she went that way in the company of a prince," he said softly, pointing to the alley. ,,Thank you Ser Strong," she said quickly and continued walking. Even though he was keeping watch, she trusted him enough not to say anything about their encounter.

She followed the alley and after a few moments later found herself at one of the brothels. "Is she in here?" she asked herself and pushed the curtain aside before going inside. It was warm and stuffy in the large brothel. But there was no lack of customers or even the act itself. Egall where she looked everywhere true people who gave themselves to each other. She was about to go further when someone bumped into her and muttered, ,,Watch out!". She recognized the voice she recognized the smell that stood out. Hastily rushing out after the man in the hood, she called out, ,,Daemon!". The man stopped abruptly and before she could react, he grabbed her by the collar and thundered her against the walls. Before he had torn off her hood and surprise was in his violet eyes. ,, Lady Y/n ? Why are you following me ?" he asked but did not let go of her. She blinked several times due to the confusion in her mind from the collision. ,,I was looking for Rhaenyra, I was worried and I met you. Daemon, do you know where she is? It's important, I need to talk to her," she said, and he seemed to understand that she wasn't joking and that she meant it. Carefully he let go of her and annoyance was in his voice as he said, ,,No I don't know she ran away but she knows the way back". Silence lay between the two and while Daemon seemed to be annoyed at his behavior, it was the same annoyance in her that Rhaenyra was not here. ,,Where are you going?" she asked confused as Daemon just walked away, ,,To get drunk!" he called back. Going after him she felt like she was going to do at least one task today.

She ran over the dagger and her heart beat faster. The two of them went to a more or less rundown inn where they first ordered a large glass of beer each. You followed me why?" he asked and disinterest was in his voice even if his violet eyes remained on her. She took a big sip of the alcohol, knowing that it would take more than that to get her drunk. But it was enough to pass the time. ,,Daemon, you were right, enough with the lies," she started and put the dagger on the table. But when she was about to continue talking, he grabbed her hand while she was taking the dagger and he pulled her up to the room. ,,What's wrong?" fear was in her voice as she tried to figure out what it was that made the prince swing around. ,,Leeches, maybe," he said hastily before opening one of the rooms and pulling her inside. The Hightowers she thought in panic and saw Daemon listening at the door, but with the darkening of his gaze she saw that he was right. Before she could react, he had grabbed her and pulled her onto the bed while the dagger lay between them like a wall. He breathed hastily just as she did and they both tried to hear something in the silence. She felt him practically everywhere as he rested one hand next to her head and the other on her hand with the dagger. How his eyes looked into hers and back into the emptiness of the cessation.

But she bets that he did not hear her rapid heartbeat. Suddenly there was a pounding at the door and Y/n flinched and one of the men called out, ,,Open up in the name of the king!". ,, Daemon?" she asked in panic, but he only put a finger to his lips. Only a moment later the door opened and the men looked in. ,,Can't a man even fuck a whore in peace?" Daemon shouted at the men and Y/n made a half-acted half-real startled noise. The men stopped him for a moment, but when Daemon nagged them again, they let go and closed the door. Relieved, they both exhaled and she even thought she heard a short giggle. ,,So you wanted to say something?" he said, but didn't seem to make any effort to stand up. Her throat seemed to go dry and she was overcome with shame as she became fully aware of the position. ,,Your-your dagger Daemon, you can have it back, I'll give you your answer," she said, holding the dagger out to him, seemingly breaking the wall between them. ,,Say it," he whispered, and his hand came down again on hers and the dagger. Briefly she had the thought that the dragon could kill her, but she dismissed it. He would not do it, she was sure. He would never hurt her. ,,I lied for you then, I protected you from what I could because...I love you". The words were said, her heart hammered wildly in her chest and she felt every fibre in her body covered with nervousness. Her eyes tried to read something in his face but he had hidden behind a mask of emotionlessness.

Now it was the fear that slowly spread through her body and she tried to get off the bed. But he did not let her, on the contrary, he held her tightly and seemed to be watching her. ,,Do you want to know my answer?" he asked suddenly and he gripped the dagger tighter. ,,Say it" she did the same and saw how he also seemed to struggle with himself to finally say it. But then, instead of telling her, he bent down the last bit, went over the wall and kissed her. His answer was clear but would he ever say it? His kiss was demanding, it was clear what he wanted, they both seemed to know what he wanted. But it was completely different than with Rhaenyra, his kiss was not shy like hers. There was experience in getting what he wanted. His own desire. She watched him lightly detach himself from her and hastily take off his clothes. Putting the dagger in his hand, he watched her as the younger one, intimidated and slightly unsure, took off her clothes. It was the unbelief that had her in its grip, the unbelief that she had said it. Only when she was only in front of him in her simple light underwear did she gradually become aware of what was about to happen. Or rather, what the dragon was waiting for. ,,Daemon I-". ,,You can't and don't need to hide, my bear," he murmured to her. But his violet eyes showed gentleness for a moment, as if he knew what was going on inside her.

His hand pressed her gently but firmly back onto the bed. From her shoulder, he moved attentively up her collarbone to her neck. He grabbed her there and she sucked in her breath in surprise. ,,Shhh, I'll be careful," he purred and involved her again in a kiss. Uncertainly her own hands went to his arm and back, keeping him with her for fear he might leave. She felt the cold blade of the dagger, the Valyrian steel resting in his hand. With a light pressure he cut through the fabric around her breasts. With a jerk, he pulled it aside and his hand rested on her breast. ,,So you lied for me," he stated firmly and kissed his way down her jaw to her neck. She felt him sucking on her vein and seemed to know that he was fucking her. ,,You saved me out of...love" she said with a quick breath and saw him let go of her for a moment to look at her. ,,For love" he repeated the words and smiled almost amusingly.

A twinge of pain arose inside her as she felt the fear that he didn't feel the same way she did. But again her thoughts were interrupted as his lips closed around her nipples. She gasped as she felt him sucking on them and biting into them. ,,Daemon" came pleadingly and more submissively over her lips than it should. But she drew in her breath sharply when she felt the dagger at her side. He let the tip of the knife move from her side over her belly, leaving light red streaks. It burned and yet the coldness of the steel was soothing at the same time. His violet eyes watched everything from her chest rising and falling in fear and excitement. Her eyes that looked at him pleadingly and fearfully. How her hands just held him, not knowing if she should push him away or not.

She was like a cracked mirror, a stained glass that would break if the dragon continued to attack the bear. She would just have to give herself to him and the pieces that remained would not interest him anymore, would they? The woman let out a squeal of pain as he pulled the pointed blade a little harder over her skin. Which also caused her soft skin to give way and break. But the blood that stained the metal did not run onto the simple mattress. Daemon bent down and almost greedily licked up the blood. ,,My...love...wonderful" she heard the single words while he was devouring her. But what brought a blush to her cheeks and ears was that with every little cut and every blade her heart beat faster and her body reacted to him.

The pleasant goosebumps that stretched over her body were only a small product. But it was the excitement that spread through her at the thought of Daemon and the dagger. The excitement that made her center crave for attention. She felt him seemingly run the knife over her stomach one last time before biting down and kissing. She felt his rough hands palm her thighs and push them apart. ,,Do you want to retreat after all, my dear?" he asked teasingly, calmly running the cold metal over her legs. Not hard enough to draw blood but with so much pressure that they both wanted more. Dameon more blood and she more devotion. ,,N-No," she admitted, and her hands pulled him close again.

To her surprise, however, he loosened his grip on the dagger and placed it in her hand. ,,Show how sharp the claws of a bear are," he said and a certain madness was in his voice. ,,I would hurt you," she said the obvious and wanted to put the dagger away. But he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him. The dagger pressed against his torso and seemed to hurt the prince's pale skin under any further pressure. ,,But that's not the point, is it? Once you have the blade in your hand, you can't let it go...it's a feeling of dependence," he murmured, and for a moment the madness in his voice resonated again. She recognized the expression in his violet eyes all too well. It was the same she had when the scene of the war played out in her mind's eye.

Horrifying and yet never ending. ,,Besides, your body shows how much you liked it, don't deny it" came the obvious and she didn't have to look down to know that her nipples were hard, her breath fast, her cheeks red and her cunt wet. She let herself be read again like an open book. With a jerk of her strength and yielding to Daemond, they turned around. She felt his hands automatically resting on her thighs. Pulling the younger one against him to keep her right there. She gasped slightly out of surprise and excitement as she felt his hardened cock. ,,Don't play the virgin with me," he chuckled and his fingernails jokingly traced sweetly back and forth over her scars on her legs and side. But she didn't answer, instead her gaze went to the blade.

His right hand went from her new scar to a strand of hair. He twisted it with his fingers. A knowing smirk came to his lips. ,,You are not an innocent virgin anymore, are you, my dear? No, you are not," he said more to himself and she felt superfluous for a moment. ,,No, you are a walking sin...first you take over the head of the house of Mormont as a woman, then you slaughter countless men, cut their bodies with longclaw before you come to King's Landing and sleep with my niece the princess and now with the prince...truly a sinner" he purred and laughed amusedly. Almost bitingly, the steel lay against his neck. Calmly and quietly, he nestled against the warm skin of the prince and let his laughter gradually subside. You are the sinner, you ridicule your dead nephew, you see it all as a game, and it was you who tried to seduce Rhaenyra from the beginning...the only difference is that she loves me and I was allowed to sleep with her and you weren't" she said softly almost in a whisper and her free hand moved over his scars as well. His skin was warm, almost too warm, but it seemed as if the dragon was waiting for her. Only the steel stretched from his neck slowly down over his chest. ,,I could just kill you...you are at my mercy" she said and she felt a short excited twitch go through his hips. Then with a search for blood to drive the steel right again she did it to him.

She also cut him her eyes took in the dimly lit room the now dark appearing blood with extase was. It was like a work of art how the blood slowly stretched out of the wound and stained his pale white and yet battered skin. A shudder came over her as she bent down and licked it up. Metallic. It tasted metallic, but the warmth and fire of the Targaryen made it tantalizing. She had her tongue licking over the blood again when he grabbed her by the jaw and pulled her into a kiss. He gasped as he tasted the blood and she smirked slightly. ,,Do it already" she demanded and the dagger ran slowly over the scars. ,,What, tell me?" he asked teasingly, but the two knew exactly what they wanted. All the problems and consequences, even Rhaenyra and the marriage, did not seem important at that moment. Nothing was important except Daemon for her, and for him her. ,,Fuck me finally" she said without shame and put the dagger carelessly on the small wooden nightstand. ,,Like my heart wants good girl" he praised before turning her around again and once more greedily biting and kissing his way down her body before demonstratively biting into the soft flesh of her thighs.

Not strong enough to make it bleed but strong enough to leave a mark. ,,Mine" she heard him say but it only seemed to strengthen the attraction between them. The thought of belonging only to him and Rhaemyra excited her in a way. He positioned himself correctly and with one last look and the flash of a gleeful grin he penetrated her. The younger girl moaned in pain for a moment, it was a feeling she had never experienced before. As often as she had given herself the pleasure, she had never flayed her virginity. The fear of the consequences was too great. But this was not a consequence, it was lust, it was sex that she felt. It was incredibly addictive for redemption. And even if it wasn't like with Rhaenyra, which she couldn't compare because she had a different relationship with the two Targaryens, it was still incredible in a different way. It hurt at first for a moment the feeling of him inside her. To her surprise, however, he waited a moment and almost soothingly stroked her scars. ,,You are... tight my heart sure that you are not a virgin anymore?" he asked but only caught a half annoyed half pleading look. After she got used to the new feeling, he started to move. It was completely different. She could feel his every movement as his hands clawed at her and held her in place.

Her hands ran over his arms feeling the tension underneath like movement before she clawed at his back and scratched her fingers over it. She heard his gasp, his words of praise as he almost begged her to touch him harder. But she also got what she wanted his thrusts were faster and deeper. The feeling of fullness gripped her and it was perfect. ,,So good for me," she heard him pant before he wrapped her in a kiss. Demanding and yet understandable, they both seemed to give each other something. Fat's something like security from the demons in their heads. The addiction to the steel they both seemed to be able to detach themselves from for a brief moment. She moaned into the kiss as it reached her lip. The little blood that came from it only seemed to increase his pleasure. His movements became more searching for the pleasure of his and hers. A screaming moan came over her lips and her hands scratched his back as he bit hard into her collarbone. She felt him bite down hard and again greedily take in the blood that was being produced. It was firm almost brutal but for him and her enough to reach the climax.

And the almost panicked thought that he was coming inside her was hardly a nuisance in her clouded mind. It was deep satisfaction that took her over it was exhausting and yet incredibly pleasurable as she relaxed completely on the bed. Daemon, on the other hand, as she felt, stayed inside her for a moment. He too seemed to come down from his high before he pulled out of her, causing her to whimper briefly. She dully heard him lie down next to her and his fingers lightly ran over her scars before he took the simple blanket and covered them both. ,,You are mine my dear I would never let the green ones hurt you" she heard him say before silence fell. She wanted to smile but her body was exhausted and the sting in her heart that came from insecurity did not let her smile. Not once had he said I love you. So what was it between them that he slept with her - pity, lust, his arrogance or was it finally his love?

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[criminalamnesia]

hi how's it going?? can you write an angst fic with a fluff ending with ser harwin strong. where:

harwin is the reader's sworn protector

reader likes him but is yet to confess

rhaenyra beds Harwin despite knowing her sister's attraction towards the man

and like after seeing the birth and resemblance of the third child, Joffrey, to Harwin, the reader has had enough of the pain of seeing that the rumours and indeed true and that they are having an affair she kind of does what laena did and orders her dragon to kill her but was saved by ser criston

but then after that incident despite the care given towards her, she then shares her reason as to why she'd done it to ser criston which was later on heard by harwin and rhaenyra which has pained the both greatly.

which was soon revealed that is really was not unrequited love but the Harwin's fear of being rejected by the reader has blinded his love which became the reason of him bedding rhaenyra.

oh and harwin does try to tell reader his feelings and was cut by queen alicent but the reader did know what he was about to say so they like spent their time trying to gain eavh other's trust back

soooo i dunno if i want them to just be friends as the reader is still hurting after many years or to finally be a couple after many years of pain and longing, uhmmm uo to you iguess.

yesssss kind of a long description but that's what im thinking sooooo if you ever do this thank you OMG!!!

Strangers

warnings: angst, mentions of suicide, suicide attempt, not proofread, she/her pronouns used, no use of y/n

summary: harwin was with rhaenyra, and there was nothing you could do.

author’s note: hiiii so sorry it took me so long to get to this request; college has kept me busy and I haven’t had inspiration to write. this definitely isn’t my best but I just needed to get something out there to try and break through writers block. I hope this is what you wanted :))

“Princess,” the voice of a servant startles you out of your reading. You glance up, finger falling to the word you’d ended on to save your place.

“Yes?” You asked, cocking an eyebrow in curiosity.

The servant smiled, taking an excited step forward as they spoke again. “Your sister has just given birth. Another boy, they say. She requests your presence immediately.”

“Alright, thank you.” You inhaled deeply, giving a small nod. You moved your finger from the page and gently shut the book. The servant turned and left the room without another word.

Once alone again, you gripped the edge of your desk, knuckles turning white with the force. Rhaenyra’s had another boy with Laenor.

Or so that’s what she would like the keep to believe.

You took another deep breath, releasing the table and smoothing down your skirts. You abandoned your books as you made your way into the corridor. Unsurprisingly, your sworn protector was nowhere to be found.

You didn’t have to ask. You knew where he was, even if you really didn’t want to believe it. You desperately didn’t want to believe it.

Ever since he had been named your sworn protector years ago, you had been in love with Ser Harwin Strong. You had thought he felt the same way– catching stolen glances, subtle touches, longing gazes. But apparently, he hadn’t.

He had grown distant a year after Laenor and Rhaenyra’s wedding. You didn’t understand why. The pair of you had been close– even closer than you were with your own sister.

You had guessed it was because he knew you fancied him, and he didn’t feel the same way. He was trying to but space between the two of you and let you down slowly.

You almost hated him for it.

And then you heard the rumors begin to swirl around. Rhaenyra, bedding another. Harwin Strong, too often at her side.

Harwin missing from his post at your door, or by your side. Rhaenyra sneaking glances at him. Her giggling to you as she spoke of him– oblivious to the fact that you were in love with him.

But you couldn’t say anything– couldn’t confront the heir to the throne. You would ruin her. How could you do that to your sister?

So you sat and watched from afar as the rumors grew and Rhaenyra became pregnant. You had been there at the birth. The boy, a brown-haired beauty.

A coincidence, right? The pair of you had Baratheon ancestors. Perhaps the brown had come from them.

The second child– brown and curly haired.

You could hardly stand it.

And now, a third. You suspected this one would look just like the others.

You made your way to the King’s quarters, hands clasped tightly together in front of you. People nodded to you as you passed, but you paid them no mind.

As you ascended the stairs and rounded the corridor to your father’s rooms, you heard a distinct, snide remark from Alicent.

“Keep trying, Ser Laenor. Sooner or late you might get one that looks like you.”

You fought back a frown as you stepped into the room, plastering a smile on your face.

“Rhaenyra, I’ve just heard. Congratulations.”

Rhaenyra, who had been sitting in a plush chair, smiled up at you. The baby was in her arms, sleeping peacefully. Your father stood proudly behind her, his hand on her shoulder. Laenor gave you a nod before he slipped from the room. Alicent gave a small smile.

“Thank you, sister. Would you like to see?”

“Of course.” You moved towards her, reaching down and gently taking the child into your arms. You looked down at his sleeping face and resisted the urge to cry.

This one was an exact image of his father– Harwin. There was no denying it. The rumors– the painfully obvious rumors– were true.

You cleared your throat, eyes darting back to your sister. “What’s his name?”

“Joffrey,” she replied, giving a small smile.

“I’m sure Laenor is very happy,” you replied.

Rhaenyra nodded.

“As are… others.” You added quietly, earning a frown from your sister.

You held the baby back out to Rhaenyra, who carefully took him back into her arms. She looked up at you, brows furrowed in confusion, but you just shook your head.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’m to be at the dragon pit soon.”

“Of course.” Rhaenyra said, but you were already moving swiftly out of the room.

Once far enough away, a tear fell from your eyes. You quickly reached up and brushed it away, aware of the many eyes of the keep. You just had to keep it together until you got to your dragon.

“Princess, are you alright?”

A man called out to you as you passed, but you said nothing. You kept moving, almost jogging as you made your way to the dragon pit.

“Myrax,” you called as you stepped into the dark pit. None of the dragon handlers were to be found. That was for the best.

“Myrax,” you said again, moving towards where you knew her enclosure to be. The darkness of the pit almost felt comforting to you as you made your way to your dragon.

As you entered the large room, you spotted your dragon sleeping soundly. She was curled up on the ground, her breaths coming out in quiet huffs.

You smiled, your pain momentarily forgotten. Your dragon would always bring comfort to you. You moved forward, reaching a hand out to caress her snout.

“Myrax, wake up,” you spoke softly, gently rubbing the dragon’s scales.

Myrax’s eyes blinked open, the large yellow pupils staring right at you. You gave her a small smile, retracting your hand as the dragon rose and stretched.

“I’m not here for a ride, Myrax. I need you to do something for me,” you told her, watching as she looked down at you curiously.

You inhaled shakily, clenching your hands into fists at your sides. You almost couldn’t believe you were doing this.

Your eyes shut tightly, trying to work up the courage. Tears pushed past, flowing freely down your cheeks now. The dragon nudged you with her snout, giving a soft whine.

You almost didn’t want to leave her– it was a horrible thing, to break a dragon’s bond. But you could stand this no longer.

Constantly in Rhaenyra’s shadow. Having to watch from afar as she took the man you loved, as she had children with him, started a family with him. As she laughed with him and pulled him farther and farther away.

As she stole not only the man you loved, but your best friend.

You opened your eyes, taking in a steadying breath.

“Dracarys, Myrax.”

The dragon huffed loudly, her head moving back and away from you. You looked her in the eyes, silently pleading with her.

“Please, Myrax. Dracarys.”

The dragon whined loudly. You shook your head.

“Myrax, please do this for me. Dracarys, please. Dracarys.” You were sobbing, struggling to see the dragon through the tears in your eyes.

The dragon watched you for a moment longer, as if deciding, before reading back, opening her fanged mouth, and–

“No!”

Just as the dragon’s fire left her mouth, a body was tackling you out of the way.

“Princess, what are you doing?!” It was a man’s voice. The one who had spoken to you on your way here. He must have followed you.

He pulled you up from the ground, looking at you with concern. He held your arm tightly– but not enough to hurt. Just enough to be reassuring.

You blinked through your tears, finally able to see the man who had stupidly risked his life to save you.

Criston Cole.

“Why did you do that?” You asked him, pulling your arm from his grasp. He let you without a fight.

“Why did I stop you from killing yourself?” He gave a disbelieving huff, his brows furrowed. “Are you mad?”

“What do you even care?” You spat back, stepping around him and making your way back to Myrax. The dragon had lowered her head again, watching closely. “You hate my family.”

“I do not hate your family, Princess,” he said, which you gave a dry laugh to.

“Oh, alright. Whatever you say.” You reached out to your dragon once more, smoothing a hand down her neck.

“You have always been kind to me. We were friends. I still hold love for you in my heart,” he told you, slowly approaching you as if he was scared he might run you off.

“Besides, you and I share certain… animosities.” He added quietly, and you dropped your hand from your dragon.

He was talking about Rhaenyra.

You turned to face him. He was watching you intently.

“I do not hate my sister,” you said.

“Did I say that?” He replied.

You huffed, moving towards the exit. He stopped you, his hand shooting out to wrap around your wrist.

“Why did you do it?”

You didn’t say anything for a moment. You didn’t owe him any explanations. But he was right– you were friends, once. You were almost as close as he and Rhaenyra had been, before her wedding had happened.

He had kept his distance since then, but you remained civil with him, as he to you.

So that’s why you found yourself suddenly telling him this.

“The child. It’s Harwin’s, I know it. The others, too. I’m tired, Criston. I– he was my closest friend, my sworn protector. You remember? I thought he fancied me, as I did him, but he–”

You stopped yourself, shaking your head. “It doesn’t matter. None of it does. I was just tired, and making a mistake, and you saved me. So, thank you. But all is well now, and I’m going back to my chambers.”

He didn’t try to stop you again. He watched you go in silence, the gears in his mind turning.

—

The news of what had happened in the dragon pit reached the ears of Rhaenyra and Harwin only hours later. They had been sitting in Rhaenyra’s rooms when the man walked by, speaking too loudly to be a coincidence about what had occurred.

Rhaenyra and Harwin had shared a glance, and without another word, Harwin was moving out of the room and heading straight for your quarters.

When he reached the door, it was ajar. You were sitting at your desk, nose deep in a book. You didn’t look up as the door creaked open wider.

“Oh, thank you Lyla. I appreciate you getting me the tea–”

You looked up then, your words stopping at once. The presence beside you had not been your handmaiden, but Harwin Strong.

“What are you doing here?” You asked him, quickly turning back to your book. You hadn’t spoken to him in days– there was no reason he should be here. Especially now that his third son had been born.

“I heard about the dragon pit,” he said.

You didn’t look up, but your heart skipped a beat. How had he heard about that?

“You don’t know anything,” you told him, playing it off as you tried to go back to reading your book.

His hand came down to gently rest on your shoulder, and you stiffened.

“I know what happened, Princess. And I know why.”

You sat there, suddenly frozen. Who had told him? Criston? Criston hated him, why would he–

“You know nothing,” you said again, moving to close your book.

“Princess, please,” he said, his voice full of worry. His hand moved from your shoulder to your chin, gently taking it to make you look at his face. “I know.”

You took a deep breath. You didn’t want to have this conversation with him. You didn’t want to even look at him, in this moment. You didn’t want his pity, his comforting words. You wanted none of it.

“Leave, Ser Harwin.” You told him. The man didn’t move.

“Leave.” You said again, sterner this time. You pushed his hand away from your face. He still didn’t move.

You were standing now, pushing at his chest. “I said leave! Go!”

He still didn’t budge– just looked down at you with worry and hurt.

“Get out! Harwin, leave!” You cried, hitting his chest. You hands clanged harmlessly on his armor.

He took your wrists into his hands and pulled you into his chest. You sobbed freely now, giving in to the gesture. There was nothing you could do to make him leave. He had always been stubborn.

“I’m sorry, Princess. I- I didn’t know.” He was speaking to you softly as he held you close. “You didn’t say anything, and Rhaenyra was there, and I– I didn’t know.”

You sniffled, shutting your eyes tightly. Harwin released your wrists to wrap his arms around your middle. You didn’t reject the embrace.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, and you knew he meant it.

“This can’t be fixed,” you told him. He nodded, sighing sadly.

“I know,” he whispered. “But I’d like to try.”

You said nothing for a moment, swallowing down the rest of your tears, before slowly nodding.

“You can try.”

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[drakoneve]

i’ve taken a long break from writing fan fiction, but house of the dragon has really inspired me to get back into it so here i am! if you have a request send it my way and i’ll do my best with it! :)🐉

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[sharp-and-swift]

Tumblr's been making it harder for authors to share their amazing work and with community labels thrown into the mix, we're risking an exodus of our fave writers. In addition to posting smut fic recs on this blog (which I swear I'll be updating soon), I've created a sideblog with the sole purpose of reblogging fics -- not limited to smut.

Right now it's focused on Eddie Munson and Joseph Quinn characters, but I'll also be including works for others including Benedict Bridgerton and Harwin Strong.

So if you're 18+, come give me a follow at sharpficpicks, keep reblogging the fics you love, and tag me if you've come across a juicy fic that needs to be shared.

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[mirkwoood131]

Chapters: 3/4 Fandom: House of the Dragon (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Daemon Targaryen/Rhaenyra Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen/Laena Velaryon (Daughter of Corlys), Harwin Strong/Rhaenyra Targaryen Characters: Rhaenyra Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen, Alicent Hightower, Viserys I Targaryen, Aemma Arryn, Helaena Targaryen, Aegon II Targaryen, Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen, Laena Velaryon (Daughter of Corlys), Harwin Strong Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alternate Universe, Pack Dynamics, Wolf Pack, Werewolves, Flirting, Incest, Uncle/Niece Incest, Romance, Angst, Violence, Mates, Mating Rituals, Loss of Virginity Summary:

“Still wet, after how hard I fucked you tonight,” Daemon said.

“Perhaps you didn’t fuck me hard enough, then.”

“You are all mine, Rhaenyra.  I can do whatever I want with you.” He pulled her face towards him, and his sharp canines showed; a kiss that scorched her body worse than the flames licking the wood close to her.

 An ABO story where Rhaenyra and Daemon live in a pack and face different obstacles until they can truly become mates for eternity.

#house of the dragon #rhaenyra #daemon #alicent #harwin strong #rhaenyra x daemon #rhaenyra x harwin #romance #abo #angst #alpha beta omega

[hearthofvesta-archived]

The strongest man in the seven kingdoms. That's what he had been called. Yet, the door wasn't budging. The fire crackles and mirrored the sounds of bones breaking. Breakbones. Harwin had been called that as well. Ser Harwin ‘Breakbones’ Strong but right down as he struggled to breathe, he felt weak. No matter how much he rammed into the door to where he knew his father was sleeping, it did not budge. Harwin was going to be burned. He knew that. There was no doubt in his mind as felt the flames on his skin. His throat was becoming hoarse with each yell or scream that escaped it.

He was going to die.

The more he fought to get out of the situation, the more his mind flashed images of Jacaerys, Lucerys, and Joffrey. The newborn that he had just left and would never know him. Harwin would never see them grow up into men. He wouldn't be able to teach them in the courtyard...

But another thought pulled at his heart. He would never see her again. Never hold her in his arms, laugh with her, or even kiss her. No, the sworn shield of the princess - someone he loved - would never see her again. That alone caused him to keep throwing himself against the damn door.

Harwin wanted to be there for his sons. He wanted to be there for Rhaenyra but it seemed the Gods didn't agree with such a fate...

It wasn't hard to guess Harwin’s thoughts in these final moments as he heard his father screaming for him. The crackling of the fire became louder and louder before the world went black....

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[imh1ll]

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