House of the Dragon. Imagines and One Shots

Break the oath - Part 7 - Harrold x Reader

(Y/n) lay, cradled in the arms of her lover. When she and her ladies had giggled together, over all the pretty men that wandered the corridors of the Keep, joking about what they might be capable of in the bedchamber. Each saying whom they wished they could be with. Whom they would have as theirs if they could. She had always thought of Harrold; thought admittedly she had never confessed it, given that he was the commander of her cousin's Kingsguards.

When the women, her sister had told her of the pleasure that being loved by a man could bring, she never believed that the feeling could be like this. Nor that she would have that experience with the Kingsguard; yet here she was. Harrold had been so gentle, yet still so passionate. The feel of his rough hands as they roamed her soft flesh, sending exquisite shivers down her spine. The lady hoping that this moment, that this night would never end. That this time with her handsome older Lord Commander, would not be the only time they would spend like this.

She had always felt safe when he was by her side. Always felt untouchable. Sure that no one would be brave, or foolish enough to want to try and hurt her with the warrior watching over her. But this, having her naked body held close to his. Having his strong arms wrapped around her, made her feel more secure than ever before.

Slowly and carefully, she moved her head from his chest. He was sleeping now, the soft snore that left his lips making her want to giggle. He looked so at peace. The rest of the time he was always on guard, always watching for any sign of a threat; his hand never far from the hilt of his sword. His eternal vigil making him look a little gruffer than her actually was. But at this moment, there was none of that. His features now soft and more pleasing than ever. Once again, she found herself wondering what he was like in his youth. He had told her, when she was bombarding him with her usual question, that in his younger years he had had a head full of dark brown hair, until the gods and time had decided to take it from him and then turn what little was left, white. He had told her how strong he had been, but to her, even now, he was strong, his muscles firm. So, she could only imagine how he could have been more so when he had been closer to her age. Images of him, bare chested with his sword in hand, racing at the enemy, filling her head; admittedly not for the first time. A large smile pulling at her lips, as he suddenly let out a grunt.

There was part of her that wished she could stand at the top of the tallest tower of the Red Keep, and shout to the whole of King Landing, that she loved him. Wished that she could go to her maids, her sister and tell them of the love that she had shared with the handsome knight. Boast about all the things that he had shown her, and how he had made her feel. How she had actually felt her toes curl when she had come undone, looking up into his eyes. But she knew that she couldn't. Knew that she would never be able to. Knew that she could never tell anyone about this, not even the woman closest to her. (Y/n) hating the idea that if she did, it would mean that Harrold would be shamed. That his white cloak would be taken from him, and his name even perhaps stricken from the book. And that he would no longer be her guard. The notion of it making her heart break a little. The thought of him no longer by her side. No longer even in city, was something that she didn't want to comprehend. The younger Arryn, doing her best to shake those bad thoughts from her mind. Choosing instead to let her eyes wander over his face, taking in his features and every tiny blemish.

"Am I really that handsome.............?" A sleepy voice enquired. (Y/n) burying her head into Harrold's chest, so that she could hide the blush that had come to her cheeks.

"What..............?"

"You were looking at me.............."

"No I wasn't.................." (Y/n) protested, as she finally raised her head, and looked into his eyes.

"Aye ya were................"

"Well.........even if I was, can't a lady look at the man she loves? Can't she admire his beauty when he is asleep? Can't she gaze at him and remember what they had been doing not so long before. How he had made her feel. How he had made her moan and plead, as he had pushed inside of her. How she hopes that when he wakes, he will do it all again." (Y/n) told him. Harrold turning so that he could look at her properly. The lady placing her hand on his bearded cheek. The Kingsguard unable to stop from smiling as he looked into her beautiful eyes.

"Is that what ya want...........? For me to love ya again...........?"

"And why would I not? I have thought about laying with you since the moment I met you. I want you now, tomorrow and every other day. I want the last thing I see every night, to be your face; and your eyes, the first thing I see when I wake. I am yours Harrold. I will never be anyone else. So, take me............" (Y/n) replied. Her heart in her throat, as her handsome guard pushed her onto her back, and moved himself over her. Four little words leaving his lips before he kissed her.

"And I am yours................."