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๐ฆ๐๐บ๐บ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐: ๐๐๐ง ๐๐๐ง๐ฌ๐๐ฃ ๐๐ฉ๐ง๐ค๐ฃ๐ ๐ก๐ค๐ซ๐๐ ๐๐ก๐ก ๐ค๐ ๐๐๐จ ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐ง๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ก๐ฎ. ๐๐๐จ ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐ช๐ฉ ๐จ๐๐ค๐ง๐ฉ, ๐๐ช๐ฉ ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ง๐๐ฎ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐๐จ ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐ง๐๐ฃ ๐ฌ๐ค๐ช๐ก๐ ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐ก๐ค๐ฃ๐ ๐ก๐๐ซ๐... ๐๐ช๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ค๐๐จ ๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ง๐ช๐๐ก
๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ด; ๐ฅ๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ค๐ฃ๐๐!๐๐๐ง๐ฌ๐๐ฃ ๐๐ฉ๐ง๐ค๐ฃ๐ ๐ญ ๐๐๐ช๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ง!๐ง๐๐๐๐๐ง
The love between a father and his daughter could often be a complicated one, but to Ser Harwin Strong it was anything but. The love he felt for his daughter was constant, a roaring ferocity that could rival the temper of Aegon the Conquerorโs very own dragon, Balerion. Since the moment she had been placed in his arms, the moment his brown eyes clashed with her lilac eyes, everything had made sense. He wasnโt born to be his fatherโs heir, to become a lord of a boring old castleโฆ no.
Ser Harwin Strong was born to be a father.
He could never be ashamed of this. He desired to be a father more than he ever wished to rule over a castle that was haunted by the memories of previous generations that had committed heinous acts. When he was surround by his children; three sons and one precious daughterโฆ what more could a man possibly wish for?
Y/n Velaryon had been the image of her mother in personality. From their stubbornness, their rebellious nature and their sharp tongue that could tear into the skin of their enemies, many believed that Rhaenyra had given birth to another version of herself in all but looks, but Harwin had been able to see parts of himself in his daughter.
Her brown hair was the same shade as his own head of curls, her mischievous smile that she wore when up to no good resembled his own cheeky grin, her protective nature over her family was just like his protectiveness over his brothers, and even the way she played with stray strands of fabric that hung from her clothes when nervous, that was all Harwin.
Y/n Velaryon was her motherโs daughter without a doubt, but to Harwin she would always be his precious little girl.
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The day that Harwin had attacked Cole, after Cole had insulted his children and their mother, the day that he had been forced the step down from his role as Lord Commander of the City Watch was an incredibly painful day for Harwin. This was not because he had lost an honourable position within the Seven Kingdoms, but because his father had made the decision to send him back to Harrenhal in order to mould him into a suitable heir that would inherit Harrenhal one day.
Harwin would be forced to leave all of his children behind. He would scarcely be able to send ravens in fear of them being intercepted which would cause harm to his children and Rhaenyra. And most of allโฆ he would never get to see his children grow up into honourable men and a beautiful, strong young woman.
The news of Ser Harwinโs leaving had left many upset, but none had been more upset than Princess Y/n Velaryon.
โStay,โ her quiet voice was full of hurt but Harwin was able to hear the commanding tone which caused him to stop and look down at her. โI-I am a Princess, the future Heir to the throne. Grandsire will listen to my wishes. H-He never denies meโ.โ
Harwinโs face relaxed as a soft smile appeared on his lips. He crouched down beside Y/n, speaking low but loud enough for Y/n to hear him clearly.
โI appreciate your kind words, Princess, but the choice I made to defend yourself, to defend your brothers and to defend your mother came with consequences, consequences I would gladly suffer in the name of protecting you.โ
Y/nโs lilac eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she bit her bottom lip, a sign that she was close to breaking her composure.
โThen I shall send Cole away, too. H-He started all of this! Heโs the reason that you are leaving! Heโs the reason that you are leaving me!โ Y/n lunged forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, her tears soaking his tunic. โPlease donโt leave meโฆโ
The last word made Harwinโs world stop.
โFather.โ
Harwin pulled away as if he had been burnt. The one word that he had wished for any of his children to call him, no matter how selfish it would make him, had finally been said.
He looked down at Y/n with shock, and she returned his gaze with a tearful smile.
โSer Laenor is my Papa, but you are my father.โ
Tears of joy and love flowed from his eyes as Harwin pulled Y/n back into his arms. He would never forget this moment, the moment that he was finally recognised as what he had always wished to be.
He would never forget.
Not when saying his final goodbyes.
Not when returning to Harrenhal.
And not even as he took his final breath within the fiery depths of Harrenhal.
In his short lifespan, Harwin had gained the one thing he had wanted most of all; a family of his own. And his sweet little girl, his precious Y/n, made that very clear to him. He only wished that all of his family would live long, happy and fruitful lives before they would reunite with him.
Yet, the Gods were ever so cruel.
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Harwin had fbeen reunited with Lucerys first. His small figure was soaking wet and shivering, his skin pale and sunken, and his right arm completely missing. Harwin had seen many disturbing sights in his lifetime, but none compared to the sight of his son.
โLucerys.โ
The boy turned around, his scared eyes relaxing slightly at the sight of Harwin. Within seconds, Lucerysโ appearance changed into a healthy looking young boy. His skin was full of colour, his missing arm returned, but he was still terrified.
โAemond. Vhagar,โ Lucerys whispered. โI left her. She will never forgive me.โ
Harwin approached him and gently placed his hand on Lucerysโ shoulder, the young boy flinching. Harwinโs heart broke as he moved his hand away.
โWho will never forgive you?โ
Lucerys looked up at him. โY/n. When you died, she never forgave you. You left us, abandoned her when she begged you to stayโฆ And now Iโve done the same.โ
Sobbing rang throughout his ears, the heart wrenching sounds belonging to his mother and his sister.
โYour sister will never hate you,โ Harwin told him. โY/n will avenge your death. I know she will, because she is my blood,โ Harwin looked Lucerys in the eyes. โYou are my blood. That much I know for sure.โ
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The second to greet him was Jacaerys. His firstborn son, his little boy. His son resembled Lucerys when he first arrived, wet to the bone, skin pale and sunken, but his body was covered in crimson blood, puncture wounds covering his arms, his neck, even his face, making it clear how he had been killed. His brown hair was matted against his forehead and his face was filled with anguish.
โNo! I promised them! I swore I would return safely!โ Jacaerys yelled into the sky. โReturn me to them! Baela is awaiting me! Y/n is calling me! Mother needs me! Send. Me. Back!โ
Yet, Jacaerysโ appearance changed into a handsome young man that Harwin swore resembled himself in his teenage years.
โThe Gods are cruel, my son,โ Harwin told him, approaching him full of caution. โThey take and they take, no matter who it hurts the most.โ
Jacaerys finally looked to Harwin, his own brown eyes meeting very familiar brown eyes. However, Jacaerys had changed from the sweet boy that Harwin knew.
โAnd yet the Gods choose to make Mother suffer! To make Baela lose her love! To make Y/n lose another brother! What kind of Gods allow this to happen?!โ
Harwin stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Jacaerys, who stiffened in his arms. And just like his sister many years before, Jacaerys broke down into sobs.
โYou will reunite with them soon enough, my son,โ Harwin whispered. โThis, I swear to you.โ
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Next came Joffrey, his body bent and broken, missing many limbs. Scratches littered his soft skin, sections of his brown curls had been pulled off of his scalp. His body was covered in crimson liquid, and Harwin wasnโt sure where Joffrey wasnโt bleeding from. Compared to Lucerys and Jacaerys, Joffrey had died a slow, painful death at the hands of the Small People.
โMy sweet son,โ Harwin whispered in horror. โWhat have they done to you?โ
Joffrey looked to Harwin, no recognition in his eyes, only fear. His body tensed up, his broken bones causing him to yelp in pain.
โDonโt hurt me! Please, I have nothing left!โ He sobbed, believing that he was still alive and that Harwin wished to cause him harm. โYou have taken everything, I-I have nothing.โ
Joffreyโs voice was full of defeat, his body shaking with sobs as he clutched his head, rocking back and forth as he repeated his words.
The last time Harwin had seen Joffrey was when he was just born, and now he was a young boy, too young to suffer the causes of war, and too young to die the way he did. With his eyes filled with pain, Harwin crouched down beside Joffrey.
โI would never hurt you,โ his voice was soft, but completely serious, which made Joffrey look at him. โWe have met once beforeโฆ after your birth. You wonโt remember me, but your elder siblings have told you stories of me, especially Y/n.โ
At the mention of his siblings, Joffreyโs began to sob once again.
โJace! Luke! Y/n/n is all alone now!โ
Joffrey allowed Harwin to hold him as he cried for his siblings, mourning Jace and Luke, and crying for the fate of Y/n.
โYour sister is strong, little one,โ Harwin spoke softly. โShe wonโt be alone. She has young Aegon and Viserys, and she has your Mother.โ
Joffrey sniffled as he looked up at Harwin. โSer Harwin. Y/n told me stories of you.โ
Harwinโs eyes filled with tears at the mention that Y/n actually had told stories of him to Joffrey. Yet, Harwin bit back his sobs and smiled down at Joffrey. โCome, let us reunite with your brothers.โ
With that, Joffreyโs appearance changed into a boy that resembled Lucerys. His pudgy cheeks were soft once again, his skin unblemished, his head of curls intact. He had accepted his death, and now he could only move on with his family.
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Harwin didnโt expect to meet the lilac eyes of his daughter so soon. He cautiously stood at a distance, his eyes taking in her appearance. Her clothes were burnt to a crisp, her hair completely gone, her once smooth skin scared by the fire of a dragon. Her hands were clenched by her sides, her lilac eyes the only thing that made her recognisable.
โY/nโฆโ
Y/n wasnโt able to cry, the pain too intense. She could barely move her lips, but she managed even though her voice was broken, barely audible.
โF-Father?โ
Harwin broke into sobs at the sight of his girl. โMy precious daughter, what have they done to you?โ
Y/nโs eyes watered, but no tears were able to fall.
โSunfyre. Had to protect Mother and Aegonโฆโ her lips formed a smile. โMother can rule now.โ
With that, Y/nโs appearance changed into the form of her previous self. The previous image of herself before she had flown to Dragonstone, before she had jumped off of her dragon and before she had sacrificed herself in her Motherโs place. The last sight she saw was her Motherโs horrified look as Y/nโs dragon bit the head off of Sunfyre and burnt everything around him, mourning his riderโs death.
โMy precious, brave girl,โ Harwin smiled tearfully, hugging her tightly. โWhy did you have to return so soon?โ
Y/n pulled back and looked at him. โWhy did you have to leave me so soon?โ
Harwin rested his hand on her cheek, rubbing his thumb across her cheek. โI shall never leave you again.โ
And Ser Harwin spoke the truth.
He never left her again.
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born to marry him, forced to read fanfics about him
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โMy son, do not be over bold or rash; be cautious, keep within the bounds of propriety, and protect our home and family.โ
โ "The Odyssey" by Homer
#insane how i had to stretch#before doing this...#house of the dragon#rhaenyra targaryen#harwin strong#jacaerys velaryon#jacaerys targaryen#rhaewin#rhaenyra x harwin#hotd season 2#hotd spoilers#hotd#hotdedit#asoiaf#asoifedit#parallels#my gifs
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'Did you think I would have dark hair?'
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The way EVERYONE was happy about Joffrey's birth... baby Joff you will always be loved!
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sometimes a family is a gay man, his wife, her boyfriend and their three comunally raised children.
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House Strong during the Dance of the Dragons
#house of the dragon#hotd#hotdedit#gameofthronesdaily#mariana does things#photoset#*hotd#house strong#alys rivers#simon strong#lyonel strong#harwin strong#larys strong#jacaerys velaryon#lucerys velaryon#joffrey velaryon#controversiallyยธ alys#this is literally my family <333333#i always meant to do one of these for them but i recently remembered about it bc one blogger was talking about it on the tags of a post#anywayyyyy
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big brown eyes. long dark hair
rhaenyra targaryen. you have a fucking type
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HARWIN holding his son, JOFFREY (1.06) JACAERYS holding his brother, JOFFREY (2.01)
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"He was gentle and fierce. They called him Breakbones. He loved us I think"
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This is what I call a glow up.
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the fact that we are going to have to sit through multiple alicent/crispy scenes this season and didn't even get ONE harwin/rhaenyra scene last season is a crime
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โHis dear princessโ
โพ๏ธโฐโโ Jacaerys Velaryon x Fem! Reader!
๐๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ฒ: Jacaerys did not want you, or the vow he was bound to for life. Yet when he makes a big mistake, and potentially loses you for good. He realises just how much you meant to him.
๐๐ง๐๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐๐ฌ/๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ: Bastardphobia, mentions of death and grief, kissing, marrage of convenience and grumpy X sunshine trope, Jace is down bad, flirty!reader, guilt and anxiety and happy ending;)
๐ช๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐๐ฌ: This is one of my first house of the dragon fics ever, so I truly hope it's not too bad. Jacaerys is one of my favourite characters in hotd after Alicent so I really wanted to get his characteristics and behaviour right. Also, I didn't like the way they showed his grief after Luke died, as if he just moved on after two or three days. But overall, I enjoyed writing this:)
Jacaerys was infuriated with you.
Youโhis betrothed, acted like you owned the castle as soon as you strutted in. Speaking with no formality and a sharpness in your tongue that only infuriated him further. And especially when you did not seem to care for his heritage, who he was. The heir to the iron throne. Yet you acted as if he didn't exist to you. As if he meant nothing to you.
A marriage pact with the martells was only one of convenience. You, a princess of dorne, he, the firstborn son of queen Rhaenyra. Yet, they were stuck in dragonstone, and needed support to match the strength of the green armies. His mother needed this arrangement more than the martells did, and you made that very clear by acting carelessly and so freely, like you were in your own home. By taunting him, sitting at the great council table with your legs on them, a coin in your fingertips and a smirk in your lips. He hated it, he hated especially how good you looked.
He hated being betrothed to you already.
Rhaenyra had told him martells were rather, open and modern people. They took part in adultery even after being married, especially with the consent of their own partner. He did not know how anyone could be okay with such acts. He did not know what to expect when he met you, but it certainly wasn't how you commented on his face, calling him one of a beauty. It was inappropriate, calling a prince by such bold remarks on the first meeting, yet you did not seem to care.
But what edged him to his limit was the day you called him a bastard.
Jacaerys had been worried, he couldn't find you anywhere. Not that he cared, he was just stressed you would create another ruckus. He looked around everywhere, the garden, the great council, the dining hall, your room, even his room, but you were nowhere to be found. His chest tightened, a restlessness growing in his stomach. It seemed he always felt that way without being with you for too long. Not because he missed youโof course, but because he wanted to ensure everything was going smoothly.
He was going around circles, head spinning with a feeling that made him uncomfortable. Where were you? did you flee the castle? or were so bored of him you went to the city to a brothel in search of another man to keep you company. Anger and jealousy filled in his chest at the mere thought of that.
Jacaerys did not seem where he was going, many thoughts inside his head, before he harshly opened a door to the library. And to his surprise, there you were, a book in your hand. โAdventures of Aegon the conquerorโ, he could read the name of the book by how you were holding it. He felt he could breathe again. By the loud sound of the door opening your head flitted towards him. Your usual smirk growing up your lips. Something that made his heart flutter in a way he didn't want it to. He clenched his jaw, holding his fists in a tight ball.
โWhere have you been?โ he asks, desperate tone in his voice.
โAh, Prince Jacaerys.โ you smile, closing the book and turning your attention towards him. He hated how your eye lashes fluttered, your hair falling down in just the perfect way. โI've been gaining some Targaryen knowledge, as you can see. Since we are to be married, I thought I should know my husband's family. Don't you think?โ
Husband.
That word rose heat to his cheeks, quickly clearing his throat.
โI'm not your husband.โ he spoke, in a tone harsher than he intended, โAt least not yet anyway.โ
You smile wider, making his heart race. He was always a bit stubborn, and uptight. Yet you were always so carefree and light, always so kind with his demise. He didn't know what to make of it all. A curious look grazed upon your face, eyebrows furrowing. You sat up, walking onwards another shelf of books, lips pursued. Before looking at him.
โI have always wondered, hmm,โ you say, your finger coming up to your lips, โdo tell me prince Jacaerys, is it true that you were born out of wedlock?โ
His eyes widened, โWhat did you say to me?โ
You either did not notice the offend and defensiveness in his tone, or simply pretend not to. Turning to look at him, โI mean, all Targaryen children have white hair. Do they not? Even if they did not, none of your formal parents have black, dark hair like yours.โ
His breath hitches, all of the insecurities he had contained in a jar of fireflies fled out the second you brought out his hair. A wall rising inside him. You were acting as if you just did not ask the most dangerous question ever. As if it did not matter to you.
โHow dare you insinuate such filthy claims?!โ his voice rises, almost shouting. Your eyes flicker surprise for a moment, before turning back to the usual stoic look.
โAh, you are offended.โ you state, as if he shouldn't be, โI meant no harm, my prince. I have no problem with you being a bastard. In fact, it only makes you more interesting. The thing I don't like is your distaste for the truth. One should own up to who they are.โ
Bastard.
You, called him a bastard. He isn't able to speak for a moment, too tongueโtied. You....think of him this way too? you? he can't hear as you speak further, a ringing in his head. It only intensifies. Only when you start talking about dorne is when he snaps back from his haze.
โAnd I have thousands of brothers and sisters back in dorne, no one cares therโโ
โI don't care, what you dornish do back there, but here you don't speak to me with filths of a claim.โ he grits, his voice cold, โI am the queen's son. And if I hear you say one word about that again, I will see you hanged.โ his words held so much malice in them, one would believe it to be true.
Of course, he could never actually do that, the blacks needed martells armies more than ever. His mother couldn't afford them raging war at her and joining the green's side. And, he could never harm you either. It was just a baseless threat, one he said out of anger and insecurity. He immediately regretted it when he saw the look on your face; hurt. But even worse, fear. Before he could even begin to take them back, it was too late. Your spot, where you stood, was already empty.
You had seen him less and less after that. Of course, you were your usual self. Taunting and teasing him, but something was off. Something distant. He hated it. He hated how much he missed it. Your remarks, your witty replies, your cockiness. He wanted it back. He wanted you back.
Next time he sees you, it's in a completely unexpected place. Dragonโpit. He was about to ride on Vermax to patrol the skies, when he stops. There you were, sat on the hard rock, legs swinging at the edge of it and his dragon's head in your hands. You..you were feeding him. โWhat the hell do you think you're doing?!โ he shouts, eye wide.
You turn your head to him, a smirk on your lips grows. You enjoyed the fact he was on his nerves, furious.
โWhat does it look like? I'm feeding this cute little angel right here.โ you coo, talking to his dragon in a baby voice. Vermax was known for her temper, yet with you it magically disโappears? a little bit inside him was flustered, heart beating faster than ever that you and his dragon, a very important part of his life, bonded flawlessly. But he shrugs it off, he has to. Flushing over you isn't his duty.
Protecting you is.
As much as he would like to deny it, you're his now. Lawfully so. And he wouldn't let anything happen to you. Especially Vermax. He wouldn't know how to live with himself if his own dragon were to be the cause of, of.. your demise. His throat burns, even the mere thought of harm coming to you feels as if he's being drowned to death. After Luke, he cannot lose anyone. Jacaerys cannot lose you. Even if that was the first thing he tried to do after meeting you. You were the most part of his frustrations yet the only thought when he's in his bed at night.
โHave you lost your mind?โ he asks, his voice harsh, as if you were his child and he was scolding you for doing something childish.
โHave you had no fear? you could have died what were you even thinking?!โ you falter for a moment, upon seeing the trembling of his hands and the tightness in his voice.
โJacaerysโโ
โNo!โ he interrupts you, โYou, you could have been...do you even realise..โ
Your eyes widened as he struggled to even breath, huffing for air anxiously. You quickly get up, walking towards him. He's so much inside his head that he doesn't notice your hands coming up his face, slinging through his dark curly hair. An act that slowed and claimed his beating heart down. Your soft palms make contact with both his cheeks, a peaceful shush in your voice and he finally breathes. Properly. He sighed, eyes closing as his hands came up to hold yours.
This, you, him? this felt oddly peaceful. This felt like home. Vermax watches the whole interaction with a quiet huff, turning away back to the pits. You nudge closer towards him, resting your forehead against his. Love. This felt like love. โPromise meโ he starts out, his voice low and timid, โpromise you will never do that again.โ Instead of putting on a fight like you usually do, you nod, gently caressing his cheek. His head leaned further into your touch, putty in your hands.
โI promise.โ
That, gives him great relief. โGood.โ
Time seems to slow down, Jacaerys could count every freckle on your nose to cheeks, every small cut in between your knuckles or lips, every curve of smile you put on. And all the scents coming from your body that drove him crazy. You notice his lips still trembling, and above your judgement, you decide to kiss it better. He inhales a sharp breath as your lips touch his, but makes no movement to push you away. It's gentle, barely brushing against his. Jacaerys realised how they fit perfectly amidst his, and how much he was craving it all these months until he finally tasted them.
You slowly pull away, hesitantly. His eyes are still closed. Hands crawling up your waist. He speaks again, a whisper almost.
โI'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you.โ
He's talking about the library, and you smiled softly, shaking your head.
โIt's okay. You can't get rid of me that easily, Jace. Should have known that when you got betrothed to a dornish princess.โ
You had already forgiven him. But he didn't want you to. He didn't want to be at your mercy this easily, not when he wasn't able to forgive himself. You, you had crept your way into his heart when he didn't want you to, and now he never wanted to let you go. It was all your fault.
โNo I...โ he shakes his head, โI never should have said that. Not only because it was so wrong but also because it was completely untrue.โ Jacaerys swallows his breath, every bit of him wanted to turn away and never look back, but he couldn't do that. โI have been called names, about my heritage. Ever since I was a child. About my parenting and what not. And it's very...when anyone talks about it, it's like a bandage ripping off a new and fresh wound. No matter how many years pass by, it's still like that for me.โ
You nod your head slowly, in understanding. This was raw. He had finally told you one of his darkest parts, his worst fears, and you hadn't run away.
โI understand. I should have never said that. I did not know it was like this for you.โ He feels relief in your words.
But there was still something he needed to let out.
โBut I...โ he didn't know how hard this was for him until he started to actually say it, โI really could never mean it. What I said. Even if you have committed the worst treason or crime, even if you had taken my heart and carved it out, I still wouldn't be able to do one thing that might be even close to harming you. Believe me I have tried. And I have failed.โ
He looks away from you, cheeks closing red. Jacaerys had just poured his heart out and gave it to you. But the chances of you, and feeling the same? were very dim. He sees stars when he sees you, what do you see? just him? or even worse? a filth in the name of a true born prince. A gasp leaves his lips as your fingers trace the outlines of his jaw, trailing down to his neck to his chest. You stopped at the red and black three dragons symbol made on the polish cloth he wore.
โWhy do you think I agreed to this marriage? not because of this.โ you point to the very symbol engraved on his chest, of the house targaryen, โIf it was just for this, I certainly would have never.โ
He turns his head back to you, confusion in his face. He also feels a bit of guilt in him. At first, he only agreed to this pact because his mother had no choice. Because of your house. Nothing else. And you're saying that his house didn't even matter to you when you agreed to this betrothal? then why? you did not even know what he looked like, and you simply agreed?
โWhy then?โ
That's the question that's now left in him. Why, if his house and title didn't matter?
โWell,โ your lips curl up, a glint in your eyes, as a blush arose your cheeks, โFrom years I had heard stories of Targaryen princes. How arrogant and unkind they were, your cousins, Aegon and Aemond, well I certainly didn't hear anything good about them. And then you came. The velaryon prince, the son of the realm's delight, born with a kind heart and a fierceness to protect. I knew I had to marry someday, but I only agreed to marry you because I knewโyou wouldn't mistreat me. Because I fell in love with the stories of the dark haired prince who had the most beautiful brown eyes ever, who protected his brother when he was a child himself, who stole my heart before he even claimed it.โ
Jacaerys doesn't know what to say, his throat falls dry. It doesn't feel real, when he's wanted something so dearly and someone just gives it to him freely; it does not feel real. You do not feel real. But you are. He knows you are when your hands tug at his collar, his face close to you as you pull him towards you and your breath fanning on his cheeks. He knows this is real, and it's better than any dream he's ever had.
โI do not want our marriage to be an unhappy one.โ
You say, a plea in your voice.
He smiles, wide. And he doesn't even have to make an effort this time, โFor me, the words unhappy and you? well they don't go in the same sentence.โ
That seals it for you, he can see that. As you kiss his words, an unspoken understanding and passion in it. Jacaerys realises he could get used to this. Kisses, hugs, reading each other books, waking by the warmth of your body besides his; in fact, there's no one else he'd rather do it by. And nothing he would want more.
๐ธ๐ฃ๐๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ ๐คโ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ ๐๐๐ โ๐๐๐๐๐ข๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ก, ๐กโ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐ ๐:) ๐ผ ๐ค๐๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ก ๐๐ ๐๐ก ๐ค๐๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ค๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ข๐๐ก๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐ก๐๐ฃ๐๐ก๐๐๐! ๐ด๐๐ ๐ผ ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ข๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ก ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข โ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐.
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[...] the mother, says about her son, "You got his sweet ways" when she sees the same kindness in her son that his father had.
โ "Beloved" by Toni Morrison
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'And... Ser Harwin Strong?'
#house of the dragon#jacaerys velaryon#harwin strong#hotdedit#gotedit#tvedit#scifiedit#fantasyedit#dailyflicks#cinematv#userstream#chewieblog#userines#usermali#userquel#userhella#userzaynab#usersameera#*#HARWIN STRONG MENTION OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD#yeah he loved you so much baby boy :(((((((
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