The Bastard Prince and his lover || Jacaerys Velaryon x Male OC

Lord Arryn

Harrold Arryn I

Harrold had woken up at the crack of dawn, he had quietly pulled the silk sheets off his body. He could see the sleeping brown-haired prince, drueling into the pillow which he cuddled with. He had to cover his hands with his mouth to stop himself from laughing too loud. His eyes could not help but drift across the Prince's torso which was free for the world to see. He was by no means beefy but his muscles were clear enough for the Lord to see they existed.

The prince had been woken multiple times in the night by little Viserys who had snuck out of his own room when the guards were asleep. Harry grabbed the clothes that he wanted to wear and through them over his small clothes. He covered his chest in a doublet made of thick, black wool that matched his raven-colored hair. A thick leather belt wrapped around his small waist with encrusted gold buttons in sets of three.

He made his way out of the room and found himself lounging over a balcony that hovers over the town below the keep. The sound of the singing had gone on until the early morning when the singing turned to snores as the intoxicated men started dropping one by one into a drunk slumber. He thought the two birds dancing in the distance were squabbling over a small fish but as they got closer he saw one of the birds was decorated with scales instead of feathers. The dragon was nowhere near the size of Vermax. The scales were blue and it had small gold horns.

"That is Stormcloud." The soft feminine voice came from behind, "My brother's Dragon. He is a nasty little beast."

He turned around and was met with Lady Rhaena. A sapphire, linen dress wrapped around her body. Her bold eyes were focused on the small dragon fighting with the little bird, "Stormcloud is just messing with his breakfast, if he was really hungry he would burn with the poor bird but he prefers to mess with them until they are exhausted."

Harrold knew she was the daughter of Daemon Targaryen. He had never seen the Rouge Prince but the girl in front of him looked nothing like he imagined her father. The girl looked gentle, slender, and graceful but when he thought of her father he always imagined a tall man with broad shoulders, a rough face, and scars from all the battles he had supposedly participated in.

He smiled back at her but he did not know her, "My lady, I hope you were pleased with your rest and I hope it was up to your standards." His eyes turned back to the small dragon fascinated about how the small creature will grow as large as Vermax and even bigger one day.

She walked up to the balcony and placed her small fingers on the railing. She also kept her eye on the dragon, "I am grateful for the bed, Lord Arryn. I must apologize for my younger brothers, they can be very hard to put up with and I hope you were able to get a full night's sleep."

"No need to apologize, my Lady." He smiled but they both kept their eyes on the dragon with had gotten bored of playing with his meal. The orange flame shot out the dragon's mouth burning the bird alive, "I am sure you have enough problems without me complaining about little children."

Rhaena chuckled a little, "You are not wrong. They can be very tiresome but I love them no matter what." She turned to face the young lord standing in front of her.

"Jacaerys mentioned they liked to wake him up in the morning. He said while it is annoying to be woken up by his younger siblings in the morning, he also loves it because it shows they love him and want to annoy him or something along that lines."

Her brows peeked at the mention of Jace's name, "He told you about that?"

"Yeah, he did, why?" He questioned.

She shrugs her shoulder, "It is just a pretty personal thing to tell someone, is it not?"

"I guess, yeah." Harrold could not tell what the lady was trying to get at but he could tell that her brain was ticking.