#🗡️ — υnĸnown тιмe ╲ ( verѕe твd )

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"---keep on swaying, he likes that." ( momma rhae @ daddy harwin pls )

The world outside her chambers faded away as he cradled their son, moving side to side in a swaying motion to keep him asleep and happy. The only world that mattered to him was what was in the four walls around them. Rhaenyra and their son as he held him in his arms. His smile is soft as he keeps his gaze casted down to towards the baby in his arms. Though his attention shifts when he hears the quiet voice of the princess from her seated position. Blue-green eyes meet her violet gaze and his smile can only grow as he knows she's been watching him hold their son. "I have no intentions of stopping, princess." It's not said to show she has authority, instead the tone insinuates more of a pet name. It is said with love, a way he can only say behind closed door in moments like this. "I hope he has not caused you much trouble, princess. You do deserve some rest."

Random Asks | Accepting | @mccnlies

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This wasn't how he wanted to take his place as the heir, to claim his birthright but it was how everything fell. No choice was given and he had to do what he could, returning home with his sister. He pauses when she does, looking over a at the stone steps. A small smile tugged at his lips as she recalled a moment that made him pull upon an old memory. He could hear her cries echo down the hall before running to her side to help his younger sister. "I remember that." Harwin replies. "I think everyone in the castle heard you." He adds, now moving to follow behind. "But it is good to see you remember more than you thought."

she wondered how it felt to be lord of embers now. her brother was always set to inherit harrenhal, but neither of them had assumed it would be so soon or come at such a cost. she might ask later, but for now they had a task at hand. "i remember when i fell down these stairs," emeline stopped in front of the staircase. "i was following the cat and i tripped." she'd skinned her legs and palms and cried too, but now she looked back on it and realized how lucky she'd been. she'd had her father, sister and brothers all comforting her. emeline lingered at the stairs for a moment longer before continuing, more sure of herself now that she was remembering in specificity.

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❝ what, lost your taste of adventure? ❞

His brow arches when he looks over at the smaller figure. She did always enjoy teasing him no matter what the activity or day. Of course there was a proper time and place, she knew better. Almost as if she always had it planned perfectly. And it’s in one of those moments she chose to speak up. A small smirk tugging at his lips as he turns to look at her, picking up his family sword and placing the belt the sheath was attached to around his waist. “Oh I never lose my taste for adventure, princess.” Harwin corrects, adjusting the sword one more time until everything felt right. “I only wish for you to have a safe journey, I didn’t realize you wanted to ride around the woods of my home.” He straightens up as his one hand moves to rest on the pommel of his sword and the other on the belt buckle near it. “But if that is what you wish, then I will ride beside you to make sure you are safe and don’t find any misadventures along the way.” A small tease of his own, hinting at the fact she always did manage to find herself in some interesting situations. 

Game of Thrones Starters | Closed | @drakonivs

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❝ try not to look too relieved. ❞ from rhae

He looks over at her, giving an expression she was far too familiar with by now. Which in turn is why he should have expected such a response from her. The two knew each other far too well, spent more moments together than they should but gods was it hard for him to stay away. A magnetic aura he could never pull himself away from, even when she had him worried. "Princess," the knight begins, "can you blame me for worrying about you?" He counters, blue-green eyes looking her over a moment to be sure she was alright. This time, seeing nothing wrong jumping out at him, he steps towards her as a hand lifts to cup her cheek while his thumb traces back and forth on her smooth skin. "I care about you, Rhaenyra, if that makes me worry for you then I would not change a thing." He keeps his eyes on her as he looks down. "I only want you safe so I may find you once more in my arms."

House of the Dragon Starters | Not Accepting | @mccnlies

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❝ you are an honorable man with a good heart. it’s a rare thing. ❞ // in her second verse

He pauses a moment, straightening up as he looks over the smaller figure before him. This wasn't how it was supposed to go, him being sent after her because of some trouble. Sure he was treating this far better than any other guard or knight would have if given the same assignment. His head tilts slightly and he looks at her for a moment. "My lady, I only do what I think is right no matter the situation." He answers rather plainly and with some form of respect. "But I appreciate your kind words...however, I sent by the queen to make sure you are alright and not getting into anymore trouble." His gaze is never harsh, it remains soft and caring. "But is everything alright?"

House of the Dragon Starters | Not Accepting | @hellsurvivr

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“   shh ,   it  was  just  a  nightmare .   you’re  safe .   ”

The image of losing her, the boys, all flashed in his mind. Them being taken away by guards as they lay in bed, punishment for gods knows what while he is forced to lay there with a blade pointed at his chest. Dragging her from the sheets, he is forced to watch as they kill her in front of him, wearing the colors of the Hightowers. He bolts awake, lurching forward as he reaches out at air as if he would grasp her in his arms again to save her as best as he could. But that’s when the world shows hm darkness, nothing was in front of him by the empty darkened room. His chest heaved up and down in deep breaths as he attempt to calm his heart, her words slowly bringing him to reality as he feels the weight beside him shift as she wraps her arms around him. His hand moves quickly to be placed on top of her’s, his heart hammering away in his chest. She no doubt can feel it. “I thought I lost you.” He mumbles out, leaning to the side to nuzzle his head on top of her’s. 

Hurt / Comfort Starters | Closed | @drcgnrider​​

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“   you  are  my  home .   ” ( from Nyra )

Those words meant more to him than he’d ever be able to express. All he wanted was to make her feel safe, make her relax and drop her guard to be herself around him. That was what home was supposed to feel like and every day he hoped he stirred those very feelings within her. To finally hear that confirmation as she looked into his eyes? Well, it set him at ease entirely and any tension he had from the day melted away. His gaze fell and he lifted his hands to take her own in his before looking back up at her. “And you are mine.” Harwin replies, making sure his blue-green gaze was locked with her own violet eyes as he replied. She needed to know he felt the same, had felt the same for some time. She meant the world to him, it was plain to see by how he looked at her. His love could never be questioned, Rhaenyra knew that more than anyone. “Always have been.” His words that followed were almost a whisper as thumbs gently caressed the back of her hands. “You mean more to me than I am able to express and I wish I could, all I can do is show you.” And with that, he pulls her into a deep but gentle kiss.

Hurt / Comfort Starters | Closed | @wcrriorhearts​​

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❝ we need men of your courage. ❞  (Baela)

One would not hear Harwin boast about his abilities and accomplishments, preferring to have his actions speak for him. It was why many knew who he was without much of a single harsh word to say. Harwin liked to believe he was an upstanding knight, the looks he received told him as such or at least reinforced that idea that he was doing the best he could. It’s one of those very moments, seeing the younger Targaryen walk into the very war room where he stood, tired eyes pouring over every map he could find. His mind running in circles as he thought of the best way to go about these rising tensions. Allies were important but all of that could wait as blue-green eyes rested on her. Alone, she wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t important and that warranted his full attention. “Lady Baela.” Harwin speaks up, a hand lifting for her to sit if she intended to stay longer but she stays standing and so he lifts himself more to stand at his full height. She speaks up, a compliment and a plea all at once. It causes a small smile to tug at his lips before he nods. “I am thankful for your compliment, my lady, I am doing what I can to find men who are of similar nature.”

Game of Thrones Starters | Closed | @inaredflush​

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He tried so hard to be separate in a sense from his children, being the father to the side and in the shadows so as not to risk their lives or the princess'. But here were times he couldn't help but let that mask break and it was moments like these when he wanted nothing more than for their children to live blissfully unaware and grow in a loving environment, not one meant with teasing and rumors. He could suppose that part of that was his fault, for loving their mother. "No I'm not going to hurt them." Harwin answers calmly, knowing she was right. Not all problems could be solved with fist and sword. He knew that. A heavy sigh leaves the knight, knowing exactly what she meant by her answer. He nods briefly before looking down and then back up at her. "I see." Harwin begins. "Pay them no mind, princess. They are just rumors meant to get under your skin. You have nothing to worry about or believe when it comes to their words." A partial lie, one he had a feeling she wouldn't buy but what else was he to say when he couldn't openly claim them?

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❝ they whisper about me in the corridors. ❞ (from aena)

Hearing those words accompanied by the look she gave the knight, his heart nearly broke in two. Those were things a father never wished to hear or even see. Brows furrowing together, Harwin knelt down to be more eye level with the young princess. “And what are they whispering about?” He questions, head tilting to the side as he waits for answer. His tone of voice was soft, concern and care dripped from his words as he kept his gaze on his daughter. Insults, depending on how harsh and wrong they were could be punished. However, that also depended on who was saying them. “Do you know who was saying these things?” He asked, following up his other question, wanting to have a complete understanding of the situation before he found himself charging off in a way to handle her pain in a way only he knew how.

House of the Dragon Starters | Accepting | @valarmorghclis​

The young princess stared at the knight in front of her. She knows that the knight before her is her biological father, but never talk about it out loud. Just in case. She had thought. Aena watched at her father bend down to her level, seeing concern in his eyes, asking what the whispers are about and who is spreading the whispers.

“You aren’t going to hurt them, are you?” Aena asked softy. “Because that will only further their claims.” Aena looked away briefly, knowing no matter what she say, her father will do anything to protect her and her brothers, before looking back at him. “The usual gossip.” Aena said. “And they aren’t very subtle about it either.”

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❝ love is sweet, but it cannot change a man’s nature. ❞

Attention easily caught as he looks over at the Stark. A curious statement and one that partially countered his own thought. Then again, he found also that love could also bring out something in a man they didn't know was there to begin with. "Are you so sure of that, Lady Lyanna?" Harwin questions with a small tilt of his head and an arched brow. "A change doesn't mean make them different." At least not in his opinion given the circumstances of the topic of discussion. "But show a part of them they didn't know already exist within them. Is that not a change in itself?" These weren't he conversations Harwin normally found himself in, but he was still an educated eldest son of a lord and despite his reputation he could still partake. However, it didn't entirely mean he liked to often but he could make an exception here. Mainly because he didn't mind her company and she wasn't going to make assumptions about him despite his reputation or make a snide comment on if he was thinking too hard. And then he grew curious as arms crossed over his chest and he gave her a look with a small smirk. "Are you speaking from appearance, my lady?"

Game of Thrones Starters | Closed | @inspireswar

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❝ i did warn you not to trust me. ❞

There's a look towards the other, serious but not angry. At least there wasn't anger yet. Harwin was trying to figure out where he should go from here. It wasn't exactly territory he had expected but maybe his good graces were abused. Harwin didn't trust easily and yet he still trusted the other to an extent that this felt almost like a betrayal. His narrowed gaze, blue-green eyes looked over the other as weight shifts from one foot to the other. "I should have listened, you're right." Harwin replies, head tilting to the side. "But did you feel like you had to have this happen?"

Game of Thrones Starters | Accepting | @luposcainus

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' and how is my successor doing with my abdicated post, hm? i have heard the tales. and you have been proving yourself of being rather honourable. '

He had been leaning over the desk in the quarters that used to belong to the prince, an office in a sense for the Lord Commander of the City Watch. It had become his position and one he held with honor. He wasn't as violent as the man before him, but the city was just as safe as it could be. Harwin was glad there was a time of peace, but still he did his job by looking for a map of the city. It was to be him planning out the patrols wandering through the streets for the next week. That was until he heard a familiar voice speak up, drawing Harwin's gaze away and up to the doorway. "Prince Daemon." The knight replies, his head giving a dip in a show of acknowledgement to the royal. "I did not know you were in the city." He says standing up straight, motioning the other to come in. "Everything is well..." He trails off a bit as he furrows his brow a moment at the words, unsure what to make of them for the moment. "I do have my honor, my prince. And I make sure to uphold it." A brief pause. "What has brought you to King's Landing?"

Random Asks | Accepting | @dastardlydaemon

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“   you’re  so  much  more  than  the  mistakes  you’ve  made .  ” (Baela)

Sitting down in the chair looking out over the land outside the window, Harwin’s hand stroked over his bird as he sat lost in thought. He knew there were things he could have done better, decisions made to make sure certain messes didn’t take place and yet here he sat with the consequences of those actions. If he could turn back time and change his choices then he would, but at the same time he knew dwelling on his mistakes would get him nowhere. It was something for him to learn and build off of rather than being stuck in it and wallowing in the failure. He’s snapped out of it when he hears the door open and footsteps coming closer. A look is tossed over his shoulder as he sees the familiar figure of Baela, however he doesn’t turn around fully. Not until he hears what she has to say and even then it’s a partial turn. “You say that with such certainty.” Harwin sighs out, his hand out of her sight slowly curls into a tight fist. “And yet I know I could have done better.”

Hurt / Comfort Starters | Closed | @inaredflush​​

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“   you’ve  always  been  strong  for  me .   let  me  return  the  favor .   ” ( from Rhaenyra)

He wanted to be that rock, that safe haven for her whenever he could. Harwin never even thought about himself when it came to moments like that. So used to being there for others that his own trials and tribulations fell to the wayside. Of course he always felt it was easy enough to handle, never having much of an issue with taking care of everything. But he wanted to make sure it was never seen by her, she didn’t entirely need that on her plate. She had enough to deal with but now? Now he couldn’t help but hide his worry slightly. It’s then he feels a gentle placement of a smaller hand on broad shoulder. Her words brought a sense of comfort as his head hung with gaze looking down. Still, he felt this was something she didn’t need to do, her life had enough going on. “Princess,” it’s said softly, “you do not need to worry for me.” He finally says and looks up to meet her gaze when he finished his words. “I will be fine.” But was it a lie? Even he wasn’t sure.

Hurt / Comfort Starters | Closed | @wcrriorhearts​​

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❝ you have done all i could have asked of you, and a hundred times more. ❞

He looks down at his daughter with all the love he could, the words making smile softly as he went to place his hand gently on her shoulder. In some ways he felt he was doing everything he could but another that made him feel the complete opposite, that he wasn’t doing enough. There was always something more he could do, wasn’t there? “And I always will.” He replies, even giving a reassuring squeeze to almost bring his point home. He meant everything he said, especially to those he loved. He begins to lean forward a little so they may have an easier time of looking her in the eye. “Never be afraid to come to me with anything, I am always someone you can turn to when you need it. I promise.” 

Game of Thrones Starters | Closed | @kostobazaldrizes​

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Orders were heard to search for escaped prisoners. The details were surprising for the knight because the last thing he expected. They weren't his prisoners, he hadn't seen them before. They were brought in by the Starks on their visit, still unsure of their purpose but orders were orders and going to detain them was what he had been told. So he sent his men through the streets on separate paths to close down Flea Bottom to an extent, cover areas to prevent escape. That was the plan and most men knew the layout of the city like the back of their hand. There was no worry and seeing as they themselves didn't know the city, it wasn't going to be hard to find them. His pace was slightly picking up the more he weaved in and out of the groups of people scattered about.

It's then he hears commotion from a nearby tavern, his head snapping in the direction of the noise. He moves towards the sound when more words were shouted out informing him of their direction. He turns a different direction now, knowing where to cut them off before they even reached their next path. Easily he finds them, the sounds of their chains giving it away as he so easily caught one of them then and their by the collar of their clothing. Pulling her to him, he placed his other hand around her arm to keep her in place. She tried to fight and honestly he had expected that seeing as they had been on the run. However, it was useless even with her anger.

"Grab the other one." Harwin orders to the other men of the City Watch. They were followed behind by the men loyal to House Stark, all a small gathering where the recovered prisoners had been found. "I assume they were under your care?" He looks over, questioning the men under the banner. Still, not entirely sure what he was meant to do with them. Aside from bringing them back to the Red Keep. Harwin motions with his head to get a move on. "We are all going back to the Keep, now." He begins leading the other alongside her brother.

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The rattle of armour plate, and crinkle of her bound chains weren’t lost on the woman. Rushing with charge through various groups of people within the streets of Flea Bottom. Her brother Ged, quick on her heels. The pair a sight for sweltering Summer—-both dressed in thick layers and dense furs. Sweat slicked their faces and tight features. Steithe ran with a sense of urgency, violet eyes scanning the skies above them for her owl. Their guide to freedom, or so the small woman wished. Catching on with the cloaks of gold marrying with the grey of the Northerners whom dared call themselves Direwolves. The ones who’d caught her and her brother on their lands and bought both here—-upon hearing her in a lapse of words.

Rounding the corner with a sense of urgency the girl, half-dragon and more feral cast than her mothers kin. Steithe collided with a set of guards outside a tavern, before Ged jumped through pulling her up by the chains. Dragging her alone the paths of the crowded roads—-yet, once more they were on the path of being caught. Hood over her head cast her from view, but only falling as she was stopped and jostled by someone. Pulling and jerking as if a beast caught in a net, the capturer a hunter who’d snagged her own brother too.

Putting up a senseless struggle, her violet eyes flared up at the helmed figure. Wild curls falling from tight braid, she appeared pale and gauntly. The rage in her otherwise angelic features held with little remorse. A streak of the snowy blonde the Targaryen’s held braided in with strands of darker blonde. No more her early twenties, her brother a rougher image. Looking as if they’d not past for siblings save for minor similarity. Thrashing as if a wild animal, Ged stirred at the audience of other men from the banners of Stark going them.