Growing Strong ᯽~Ser Harwin Strong~᯽

From This Day (Part 2/2)

"What in the gods' name is the meaning of this?!"

In the blink of an eye, the young lord was quickly yanked away from you and shoved up against the wall beside you instead. Lord Loreon groaned in protest to the swift action.

"Tyrell!"

"You dare try to stake a claim on my sister?!"

"Lady Y/N!"

Before you could begin to make sense of what was happening, Harwin was before you. Though seeing him usually brought you great comfort, he looked deeply troubled, and there was anger in his eyes that you had yet to witness personally.

"Did he lay a hand on you?" he asked you directly.

Lord Loreon scoffed, "I most certainly did not!"

"Silence!" your brother barked at him.

You were stunned into a momentary silence, but when you realized that Ser Harwin would not make a further move until you responded, you did so. "No, no. He didn't."

Ser Harwin looked as though he wanted to say more, but he relented, either accepting your statement as truth, or simply not wishing to argue. The anger in his eyes began to fade, leaving only concern.

"Y/N!" Princess Rhaenyra exclaimed, pulling you to her side and away from the wall. She looked you over, rapidly searching for any physical signs of distress. "Are you alright?"

It was then that you realized the presence of Lord Jason.

"Tyrell, you get your hands off my son, now!" he snarled.

You turned your attention to his line of sight, and were shocked by the scene before you.

Your brother had Loreon pinned up against the wall, with his forearm pressing tightly against his throat. Ser Harwin purposefully placed himself between Lord Jason and Derron, preventing the former from intervening in any sort of way. His position also put a sizable barrier between you and the squirming Lannister boy... perhaps that was also an intention of his, you supposed.

Regardless, even off the tourney field, it seemed as though the alliance between your brother and your betrothed was one that would be long-lasting.

Derron ignored Lord Jason's order, and instead, gave one of his own to his captive. "Now you may speak, My Lord. Explain yourself, so that I may decide how best to deal with you."

"She approached me!" Lord Loreon squealed. To your brother's credit, the young lord did not appear to be struggling for air... but he wasn't able to move, either. "I only met her here upon her request!"

Insulted most deeply, you snapped, "That is a gross lie!"

The Princess shushed you, but you were too impassioned to stop now. You would not let your name and reputation be soiled by the likes of Loreon Lannister- especially not in front of Ser Harwin.

"I was informed that the Princess wanted to speak with me privately, and that I was to meet her at once," you explained. "I waited for her here for quite some time, until he approached me!"

"She's lying!" Lord Loreon fumed, his rage rampant. "You little-"

"Mind your tongue!" Ser Harwin ordered him threateningly in a low voice. "Or else you'll lose it."

Loreon gasped.

"Harwin!" Lord Lyonel scolded, coming to stand beside Lord Jason. You just realized his presence too, but he looked about as desperate for answers as the other men and Princess Rhaenyra. He looked at you next. "Lady Y/N- please, continue. What happened then?"