House of the Dragon. Imagines and One Shots

Break the oath - Part 5 - Harrold x Reader

Harrold knew the old castle better than most. He knew the passages and stairways that only the servants would use to quickly make their way from one place to another without being seen by the nobility. Knew many of the secret passages and doors that had been built into the stone castle; passages and doors that had been begun by Aegon the Conqueror and finished by Maegor the Cruel. After which, the dragon had had the builders executed, to ensure that the secrets were only known by the Targaryens. But there were a few outside the family that knew of them. Most discovered by luck rather than knowledge, but still............and tonight, tonight he would be able to use one. He would use the passage that led to the rooms of the Lady Arryn.

He still wasn't sure what he was going to do, to say to the beautiful younger woman. His continued indecisiveness frustrating him no end, which certainly wasn't making his frustrations in other areas any easier. Harrold, as he quietly made his way through the dark and deserted corridors of the Keep, recalling how he had not thought about the touch of a woman for so long. How he had been able to banish the need for a gentle touch for the sake of his oath, for so many years. But that was before (Y/n) had arrived in the capital. And all the nights of him thinking about her as he lay in his bed. All the time that he had spent with her in the library. All the times that she had placed her arm in his, as he escorted her through the gardens, culminating in this moment. Bringing to the fore, the desires that had laid within him for so long. A new determination in his step as he finally made up his mind, and continued on his way further into the dark recesses of the Keep.

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(Y/n) lay in the dark. She had snuffed out the candles. She had pulled the nightgown from her form and lay just under a single sheet. The warm furs thrown to the floor along with her clothes, in hopes that all of that would help. Once again, she had tried to sleep, and once again she couldn't. She had never known frustration to be, well...........so frustrating. And she was frustrated in more ways than one. Yet it was the frustration of needing Harrold and not being able to have him that was making her skin heat and her flesh ache. That was making her hands move over her body in an attempt to relieve that need for the handsome older men. His name softly leaving her lips in a quiet moan, as her fingers found their way to her desperate womanhood. The image of him leaning over her, being inside her, the only thing that she could think of, the only thing that she could see as she closed her eyes.

Suddenly she stopped, the lady sitting bolt upright as she heard a noise. (Y/n) pulling the sheet up to her body, as she sensed something move into her room.

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Harrold stopped, checking that no one was walking along the quiet corridor, before he reached for the small stone and carefully pulled on it. A small click being heard, before a door in the ancient wall creaked open. The Lord Commander pulling a candle from him pocket and using one of the torches to light it, before making his way into the passage that had been revealed. It was obvious that no living soul had been this way for a very long time; perhaps even ever. The Kingsguard knocking down the large cobwebs that hung from the stone path's ceiling, as he made his way along. The entrance to the lady's rooms couldn't come quickly enough now. With every step he was becoming more and more aroused by the notion of her. Harder and harder at the idea of her naked body being up against his. Of feeling himself sheathed inside of her. The disembodied sounds of her already filling his ears.

He had now convinced himself that he could forego his oath of chastity and still be the Kingsguard that he had always been. The love of a good woman would not turn him against the king and his family. In fact, (Y/n) being the kings good sister, would only strengthen his resolve to protect the family, to protect her. And even though they might not be able to marry; even though they would not be able to show their love in front of anyone, he knew that if she cared for him as much as he cared for her, then none of that would matter. All that would matter was that they were together.

Suddenly the passageway stopped, the Kingsguard holding his ear to the wall that blocked his way, in hopes of hearing something; perhaps a sound that would indicate that his lady was still awake. Something that would tell him that she was not slumbering peacefully. But even if he was, he would go to her and wake her softly. He would sit with her and tell her that any oath was worth breaking if he could only be with her. Harrold looking around to find the stone, or handle that would release the catch of the door. His temper fraying a little as he pushed and pulled on every brick, block and stone to now avail. The Lord Commander leaning against the old wall, as he contemplated his next move, only to hear a familiar click as the hidden door quietly opened. Harrold holding his hand around the softly dancing flame of his candle, before making his way into the room beyond.

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"Who..........who's there? What do you want..............?" (Y/n) demanded to know, as she finally saw the dull glow of a candle from the corner of her room. The younger Arryn pulling her bedding even closer to her body, as the soft flicker moved closer.

She had to admit that she was scared. The lady now wishing that the feared and respected Lord Commander was still at her door so that she could call out to him, so that he would come and kill whatever fool had somehow trespassed into her room. But then.................(Y/n)'s hand covered her mouth in disbelief, as the glow of the small light caught the features of its holder.

"H-Harrold.............? Is that you.............? What............what are you doing here.................?"

"You told me if I ever felt the desire to break my oath, that I would know where to find you. So, here I am..................." Harrold replied, as he placed the small candle on the table next to the bed before pulling his shirt over his head. A smile coming to his lips, as (Y/n) watched him pull on the strings of his breeches, the dark material joining his pale shirt on the floor, before he moved closer. The sheet being thrown back to show the lady's naked form, waiting for him. Harrold climbing in before pulling his lady close.