House of the Dragon. Imagines and One Shots

White tower and golden geese - Part 1 - Erryk x Arryk x Reader

Arryk and Erryk looked at one another, as they saw a movement out of the corner of their eyes. Normally, the twins would be watching over prince Aegon; but as he and his brother were currently with their mother and Ser Cole, there was no need for them. The queen informing the twins that their time should be spent, watching over her sister; and making sure that she stayed out of trouble. Though finding the younger daughter of the Hand, had proved easier said than done. Not that that was unusual.

(Y/n) Hightower had never been as easy for her father to control as Alicent was. She had always been headstrong, tough. One that always spoke her mind. Telling all, that under no circumstances, would she marry Vaemond Velaryon; that she would not have her father use her, as he had her sister. A girl that had gone behind her father's back, and learnt how to fight with the sword, shield and bow; and by all accounts, was a natural. If she had been born a boy, it was said that she would have made a great inclusion to the King's army, or the Kingsguard. But as it was, she was a lady, and Erryk and Arryk had to find her. Arryk patting his brother on the chest, as he saw another movement. The pair sure that the figure that was trying its best to leave the Keep without being seen, was the woman that they had been sent to guard.

Quickly they made their way down the corridor, looking around as they got to where the figure had been standing; their brows furrowing, as they saw nothing.

"Ah, the nursemaids............." A voice suddenly called out. The twins turning to see someone making their way over to them. The hood of the cloak, that hung heavy from the persons shoulders, being removed to reveal the beauteous visage of the lady they had been looking for, for some not inconsiderable time.

"Why are you two following me..........? Shouldn't you be watching that odious nephew of mine? Or is he in bed...........forcing himself on yet another poor servant girl................?" (Y/n) enquired, crossing her arms over her chest; looking up at the two men, as she waited for a suitable answer.

"The princes' are with the queen and Ser Cole. The queen ordered us to come and make sure that you were in the Keep............."

"Well, as you can plainly see, Ser Erryk, I am still in the Keep. So, why don't you two, go and find something better to do............" The lady interrupted, as she pulled back up her hood, and began to walk away.

"Where are you going, my lady..............?We will need to be with you......" Arryk called out, as he and his brother quickly walked after her. (Y/n) stopping and letting out a heavy sigh, before she turned to look at the twins.

"Ser Arryk, as much as I appreciate that you and Ser Erryk have a job to do, that job does not concern me, or my wellbeing. I am not the king, my sister, my niece or my nephews, or even my father. I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I do not need Kingsguards dogging my every step. And the last time I checked; I was not a prisoner in this drafty mausoleum. So, if you will excuse me............" (Y/n) retorted, before turning yet again. Her pace this time, much quicker than it had been before. The twins knowing that despite the youngest Hightower's protests, if they did not follow after her and something happened, it could not only mean that they lost their positions.......but also, their heads.

"But if you can keep up.......you can watch over me..............." The lady shouted, before she suddenly disappeared. Erryk and Arryk looking at one another, before running out of the Keep.

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(Y/n) laughed, as she made her way through the small folk of the city. Dodging the stalls and piles of shit on the cobbled streets as she ran; jumping up onto a low wall and climbing up until she sat on one of the rooftops, waiting for the two Kingsguards to catch up with her. It wasn't that she meant to be rude; it wasn't that she meant to be mean to the twins. She liked the Cargylls, she really did. Erryk and Arryk were not only handsome, but loyal. And, in her opinion, far too good to be made to watch over Aegon. But she just didn't think that she needed to be protected by white cloaks; be it the twins, Ser Cole, or even the Lord Commander himself. As she had pointed out, she didn't see herself as a member of the royal family. She was a Hightower, yes; the daughter of the Hand of the King, sister of the queen, but who cared about that? This was not the first time she had come into the city, and not once had she ever felt in danger.......well, no more than any of the other citizens that called the capital home. The trips she had outside of the Keep, the only things that kept her sane; kept her from being sucked into the machinations of her father and older sister. A broad smile, pulling at her lips, as the twins finally made their way into the small square and looked around for her. Her smile fading slightly, as she thought.

As much as she would just prefer that the two men ran on, and she could go about her day; she had no desire to cause the twins any trouble. No want for Lord Westerling to reprimand them because of her. And maybe, just maybe, spending the day with two very handsome Kingsguards, wouldn't be that bad. A warmth heating her body, as she thought about how interesting it really might be, if the pair had not sworn the oath.

"Hey.............." (Y/n) whistled, the twins looking up at the sound. The lady laughing, as they stared at her, wide eyed.

"You two aren't very good at this protecting thing, are you..........?" She said, as she climbed down from the roof. The two men holding out their arms to help her down from the wall.

"I mean, letting me get away from you so easily........tut, tut, tut. What would the Lord Commander say? But, seeing as you have finally managed to be able to keep up with me, I supposed that I should let you watch over me..............." (Y/n) continued. Taking the arms of the twins and pulling them down the street and towards the market.