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The following days were dead and boring, rain washed over Kingslanding with anger and lightning. It’s not like you could have gone out to the gardens even if you weren’t confined to the holdfast. Hitting Johanna was the most fun you’d had in days. Daeron hadn’t been able to visit you, fearing the wrath of his father if he continued to. Without Daeron by your side, your dreams have plagued you harder than before. You had not realized how dependent you have become on Daeron and his presence until these past few days. It was not healthy, you knew that, but you have no real desire to purposely withhold yourself from Daeron. 

 All you had was needle point and Arsa, all you knew how to make was flowers so stacks of needle point flowers have accumulated in a loose stack. Arsa visited you everyday to tell you about her adventures around the keep and to have you braid her hair, she said you were the only person who knew how to do it right, claiming that her maids were ‘shit’ at braiding. You quickly reprimanded her for using such language as a young lady. 

“I told you already about that mouth of yours.” You pinch Arsa’s cheek and shake it, she yelps out your name and grabs at your wrist but she’s not strong enough to stop you until your release.

”Ow! I know! You are not mother!” Arsa whines out when you release her.

”It seems like I have to be!” Arsa let out a ‘humph’ as you lightly pushed her from the chair, her hair all braided and pretty. She stomped away with puffed cheeks, leaving the door wide open as she stepped out. 

“Shut the door!” Arsa turned around and shut the door with a slam. You sighed aloud, you really worry about her sometimes.

You decided to take a small walk through the halls when you decided your chambers were stuffy and driving you to madness if you stayed in there any longer. The halls felt endless and all looked the same, the same stone, same style windows, matching doors. You passed by maids, guards, low lords and ladies who looked at you with the same expression that told you that they knew of what you had done. Nonetheless, you refused to be made to feel bad by what you did to Johanna.

You passed by an open balcony that looked over the lower half of the holdfast. You leaned over it with a sigh escaping your lips, resting your face in the palm of your hand. This does not help your boredom at all… no brothers to bicker with, no mother to tell you tales while she does your hair, not even Daeron who you could confide in. 

You had not received word from your father or anyone for that matter since you arrived. You would at least like to know how they were fairing. Will it be over soon? Has anyone been injured? Who is still alive? 

The memory of your dream from weeks ago seeped back into the front of your mind. A krakken strangling a wolf and dragging it down into the sea. The wolf had white speckles around its face where grey was supposed to be meaning that it was an older wolf. That had told you enough that it was to be your father instead of one of your brothers. The lack of message leaves your nerves on end, leaving your thoughts to float and wander to the worst places. Daeron was good for you in that kind of way, you were able to use him as a way to soothe your mind from your dreams. But Daeron was not around now and you did not know when you would see him next. 

Knowing that today, tomorrow, in a month, or even in a year you could hear word that your father had died in battle. To know that the next time you would see your father would be in the crypts, gods it could break right here right now. You would not see your father buried, the last time you would see your father would be the day he left you here. You tilted your head back to keep forming tears from falling down your cheeks. With a sigh, you wiped your eyes dry from the forming wetness, you could not cry about this in such a public place, you’ll look even more crazed.

You take deep breaths as you turn your back to the balcony and hurry away back to your chambers. A walk did nothing but made you ruminate further on your dreams and their realities, this was a mistake. All you wanted to do was walk in the gardens, sniff the flowers, and sit under the heart tree but fuck you couldn’t do any of that! Your sadness quickly turned into anger and your steps became more and more rapid. You were not even paying attention to what was in front of you as you marched back to your chambers. 

You yelped as you knocked into a man's chest as he was walking out of his own chambers. You stumbled back, almost falling on your arse but you caught yourself well enough. 

“Please forgive me I was not looking—“ Your apology was cut off when your eyes adjusted to the person in front of you, you’d know that blonde mop of hair anywhere.

”Daeron.” You breathed out with a sigh of relief and pressed a hand to your chest. Daeron looked extremely surprised to see you but you could tell there was a kind of sadness behind his eyes. Something that was normal for him but it felt wrong when you saw it now. Both of you stood there in silence for a few moments before Daeron pulled you close in his warm arms, his breath heavy on your hair. 

“I missed you.” You whisper in his arms, wrapping yours around him in return. 

“I am sorry I have not come to you. I should not even be with you right now, someone will see.” Despite his words he makes no move to let you go or to leave you. You feel safe in Daeron’s arms, your worries retreat to the back of your mind so Daeron can be at the forefront.

”Come see me tonight, I beg of you.” You mumble into his chest, listening to his heartbeat that only got faster in time. Daeron let out a sigh as he started to rub your back in an attempt to soothe your mental ache. Daeron made a sweep of the hall with his eyes, checking for any warm bodies who may notice. ‘Come.” Daeron whispered as he pulled you down the hallway, you passed by a few doors before he stopped in front of what you assume to be his own chambers. He takes one good look at the area before pulling you into his chambers swiftly. 

“Daeron?” You whisper at his suddenness, before you could go much further in your words, Daeron presses his mouth against yours with hunger and passion. His breath and skin smelt of wine and sadness, you swallowed every single bit of his wine stained saliva. Your teeth knocked against each other faintly and your tongues fought for dominance.

”I heard of what you have done. Assaulting Lady Lannister like that… The thought of you defending me, I can’t help myself.” Daeron says between heavy kisses as his hands sneak down and grips your arse, pulling you closer into him. You moan into Daeron’s mouth at his motions and wrap your arms around his neck. 

“I would do anything for you Daeron. I will not let anyone speak ill of you.” You gasped into his mouth. Daeron let out a soft whimper at your words, they clearly forced a reaction out of him of pure desire.

”I do not deserve it.”

“Yes you do, my Prince.” Your hands brushed loose sweaty strains of hair from Daeron’s forehead as your mouth started to dominate his. Daeron melted into you with ease, his back loosened and hunched over you as you took over his mouth. You both stood there locked in on each other without a singular care of anyone else in the seven kingdoms. You wanted nothing more than for Daeron to take you right then and there like what a husband would do to his lady wife. The cloth between your thighs dampened slowly and forced your body to grind against his, feeling his throbbing cock pressed against your stomach. 

“What the fuck is this!?” A harsh voice boomed from the entrance of the door, you had been so entranced by each other that you had not heard the door open and expose you both to others. Your blood ran ice cold at the voice simply because of how much it scared you but there was nothing to prepare you for the owner of said voice.

”Father— I—“ Daeron stuttered out as he pulled away from you. Out of some kind of protectiveness, Daeron moved you behind him to put a barrier between you and his father. Daeron was the only thing between you and Maekar, not that Maekar was mad at you in particular or had anything against you. It was just the presence of Prince Maekar in the room that left you uneasy and fearful.

”What did I say to you?” Maekar spat out at Daeron, Daeron clenched his jaw in response trying to hold back any sort of reaction. You put your hand on Daeron’s arm from behind hoping to ease him some way somehow, under your hand you could feel his tense muscles.

”I refuse to leave her.” Daeron stated like it was torn from his throat with force. You look up at him from the side with wide eyes, Daeron tilted his eyebrows down as he took a big gulp that almost got caught in his throat. Your eyes dart between Maekar and Daeron, you really really should not be here. Maekar’s eyes make direct contact with yours, it makes you feel 10 times smaller being under the Prince’s gaze. His eyes narrow at the sight of you and you creep further behind Daeron in an attempt to shield yourself.

”Leave, girl.” Maekar scoffs and motions his head to the door behind him. You do not need to be told twice and rush to leave with haste but a hand shoots out a grips your upper arm, holding it with a tightness that has never been put on you especially by Daeron. You look up at Daeron with pleading eyes, you did not want to be put between a father son argument. You knew well enough how these go, watching your own father yell at your brothers for their misdoings and ending up in the middle of it yourself. Yet, Daeron did not yield on your arm as much as you tugged, he did not  even look back down at you.

“There is no reason that I cannot marry her. Lady Stark is from a major house, we are the same age, marrying a Targaryen is the best match any house could ever hope for.” Daeron’s drunken state has seemed to have given him a stronger sense of confidence over the weakened state it normally sent him into. You bit your lip anxiously as you watched Maekar’s expression deepen and his jaw tightened.

”It is not up to me, and it is most certainly not up to you.” Maekar said with a clenched tone, nearing his wits end with his son’s confrontational behavior. You sunk back behind Daeron, feeling exposed, vulnerable and just wanting to disappear from the room. 

“Surely if I could just bring it to the attention of the court—“ 

“You seem overly confident that the court is your only problem. Like I hammered into you before, her father has to be convinced too. You know I will defend you against whispers but you are no man that a high lord like Lord Stark would marry their daughter to.” 

“Please, my Prince.” You felt an unexpected surge of confidence to speak up to Maekar, your mouth moved faster than your mind as you continued to speak even as Daeron and Maekar looked down at you.

”If I could just send a letter to my father, perhaps my letter could convince him. If he heard it from me he would understand and accept my wishes.” Daeron’s hold on you tightens to keep you behind him but your will to stand next to him overcomes him. Maekar sighs and rubs his nosebridge to soothe an oncoming headache because of the two love birds fighting against his word. 

“Gods, you both are— insufferable.” The three of you stood there in dead silence for what felt like hours, waiting for a response from the older Prince. Your heart was racing a mile a minute, you cannot believe you spoke up to Maekar in such a way that was far above your station. You looked up at Daeron and you could tell his own words were settling into his own mind. Just as Maekar was opening his mouth a panicked knock sounded at the door, nervously begging to be let in. A duo of guards burst in on the sight of the three of you with an exhausted breath. 

“What is the meaning of this?” Maekar said even more irritated than before. The guards looked shocked but did not delay speaking what they came to say.

“The presence of Prince Daeron is requested in the throne room. Other guards were sent to ask for the presence of Prince Maekar and Lady Stark but you are already here so I must request it as well.”

Something felt wrong in the core of your being, you wanted to break away from the group and run through the doors of the throne room but resisted the urge. Your worries were only confirmed as the doors opened to reveal Arsa standing at the front of the crowd. As you ran to her you saw fat tears rolling down her face, cradling her bruised cheek. She ran to you and hugged you around your waist, your eyes darted around the room and scanned for any ideas of who had done such a vile thing to your Arsa. Your eyes landed on an angry young girl the same age as Arsa, you did not need to analyse the room for much longer when you saw two oh so familiar forms. Johanna and Lord Lannister with equally angry expressions that matched the little girls.

”You! What have you done you bitch!” You damn near almost sprinted to the little cunt and slapped the daylights out of her if hands had not come up behind you and held you still by the shoulders. You turned your head to see Baelor shaking his head in disproval, preventing you from taking this even further than it has gone. “I will handle this.” He whispered to you and slowly let you go before making his way to stand near the steps of the Iron Throne where King Daeron sat, gazing down at the group of you with a calculating expression on his face. 

Your attention was brought back to your sister’s bruised face as she sobbed into your dress. You cradled her face in your hands and studied the extent of the damage to her sweet little face. You wanted nothing more but to take on all her pain so she would stop crying and heal from the damage. You looked up at the little Lannister girl with your eyes through your lashes with rage in your eyes. She had not had a scratch on her, unlike her sister who had developed a swollen nose and black eye. Arsa could barely speak any words at all through her chokes and sobs, your heart ached for your sister. This had been your fault in the grand scheme of things, she would not be suffering right now if you had just held back days ago.

“Surely there is an explanation why Arsa Stark is standing in front of the court bruised and sobbing.” Baelor spoke up with a neutral but knowing tone in his voice. Lord Lannister looked down at his daughter with a sour and disappointed expression. Baelor stepped close to Arsa and kelt down to her level, she peaked out from your waist to face the Prince with reddened eyes.

“Tell me what happened, Lady Stark.” Baelor said in a low tone that would comfort a child. Arsa wiped her eyes and sniffled as she tried to calm herself down enough to speak coherently.

”I- I was walking through the k-keep after seeing my sister. As I was walking Genna and two other ladies cornered me. Genna she—“ Arsa paused and looked up at you with tears threatening to spill from her sweet little eyes once again. You smiled down at her and rubbed her shoulders trying to soothe her enough to continue.

”Go on.” Baelor said comfortingly to Arsa.

”She said the same evil things she said about my sister and Prince Daeron.” Mumbles echoed through the crowd, they all acted like it was something they did not already know.

”She called my sister Prince Daeron’s whore and a savage who scared her sister. She said that Prince Daeron was a perverted drunk, who is an embarrassment to his family.” The mumbles turned into gasps as Arsa continued. You turned your head to see Daeron, his face was surprisingly neutral, you suppose it was nothing he had not heard before. Maekar’s face was the one you were most worried about, his face was filled with pure rage as he stared directly into Lord Lannister's soul. You could tell he was fighting off every urge in his being to not walk right over to him. Despite everything he loved Daeron dearly as he was his son, no one had ever spoken like that about Daeron in front of him, ever. 

“I tried to defend my sister, and the Prince but… The two ladies held my arms as Genna stroked my face, it was not until a guard heard and forced them off of me.” Arsa finished and you held her back against her torso to comfort her reliving her story with a soft ‘thank you’ from your lips.

“Thank you for your honesty, Lady Stark.” Baelor smiled at the little girl and stood up tall and turned to the trio of Lannisters with a questioning face.

”Does Lady Lannister have anything to say about these claims?” Baelor folds his hands in front of himself as he steps a few paces closer to the group of blondes. Genna looked down at her feet, looking like she was going to cry or throw up. She said nothing and did not dare to look at Baelor despite it basically being a requirement. 

“Please my Prince, my daughter she— She did not know what she was saying, her elder sister put these things in her head. She was not thinking, she is just a little girl. Johanna will be leaving Kingslanding soon at your request—“ Lord Lannister says with extreme panic evident in his voice as he tries to explain unsuccessfully in front of the court.

”Lady Stark, I think it would be best for you to take your sister back to her chambers. No need to traumatize the poor girl further.” Baelor motions to Arsa, you waste no time to grip Arsa’s hand and all but drag her away out of the throne room. As you leave you give a fleeting glance to Daeron as you pass him by. No one but you would be able to tell but you could see the deep hurt in his eyes as he tried to stand tall and motionless but nonetheless he still matched your glance with a slight smile. You turned back to Arsa with a kind smile and rubbed her hand with your thumb. You leaned down as you walked with her with a sweet whisper in your voice.

”How about we go to the kitchens and get you a million little cakes to stuff your face with, hm?”

”Okay…”

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You did not know why you were so troubled, you had gotten away with your mistake thanks to Baelor. The matter was over and gone or at least you assumed it was due to the hanging threat Baelor made to the Lannisters should they decide to take this to the court. A sigh escaped your lips as you pulled Daeron closer and rested your chin on his head. Your eyes wandered to the view outside of your balcony, you had a perfect view of what laid outside of the Red Keep. It was dark and only faintly lit with candle light, the city never slept truly. There were always people out drinking, celebrating, visiting brothels, wherever the night took them.

You laid there for an extra hour until your body started to ache from the stiff position, the mix of heat from the humid air, the thick blanket, and Daeron’s body heat radiating onto you was brutal. You gently loosened Daeron’s arms from your waist, doing your best not to wake him. Quiet as a mouse, you stand from your bed and make soft steps over to the balcony. You rested your hands on the cool stone railing and stared down at the gardens below. This would be your only view of the gardens for a while. You could see the red and yellow leaves of the heart tree peeking out from the forest, standing out amongst the green sea of trees.

You closed your eyes and let the gentle breeze guide your hair on its own path. You hum in comfort and bliss letting the world bless you with its grace. You were so caught in your moment of peace that you did not notice steps creeping up behind you.

”Why did you leave me?” Daeron mumbles as he rubs the sleep from his eyes. He stands in the doorway of the balcony, far enough away to not be seen if you looked up. You turned around to face him, one hand still resting on the stone.

“Unfortunately, sleep has not deemed me worthy tonight.” You forgot how much of a light sleeper Daeron was, it was useful for when he slept in your room and needed to escape before the maids came to wake you.

“Sleep is a fool then, you are worthy of everything.” Daeron laughed and held out his hand for you to take. When you took it he yanked you close, your chest pressed against his.

“You are very eager for someone who just woke up.” You laugh against his chest, Daeron only wrapped his arms tight around you and groaned as he buried his head in your hair taking a big inhale of the scent of the oils that were rubbed into your scalp.

“I love you so much.” Daeron presses kisses on your head, slowly moving down your face with a barrage of kisses.

“I love you more.” You giggle and sink into the soft presses of his lips. You yelp when Daeron's hands sneak down your back and grips your arse, kneading and squeezing the fat.

”Impossible.” Daeron roughly presses his mouth against yours, his tongue prying your mouth open and engages in a dance with your own. You jump and gasp into his mouth when he gives your arse a sudden but welcome slap. Your arms drag up his bare back, digging your nails into his pale flesh. Daeron moans roughly into you, dragging the back of your nightgown up until your arse is exposed to the humid air. One of his hands moves down your behind until it meets your clit, you moan into his mouth when his fingers start to rub it in circles.

”Gods please.” You breathed heavily and stood on your tiptoes and perked your lower half up trying to seek an ideal angle. You subconsciously rubbed yourself against his circling hands, shocks went up your spine every time his finger circled around a certain spot. You were forced to break the kiss when the pleasure became too much. You buried your face in Daeron’s chest, small amounts of drool painted his chest as it dripped from your mouth. Your nails dragged down Daeron’s back as you felt your end come closer, your moans vibrated against his chest.

You froze when suddenly Daeron’s hand pulled away a few inches making the knot in your stomach fade away. You whined as you looked up at Daeron with surprise in your eyes. Daeron looked down at you with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“Daeron!”

”I said I would get you back, no?” Daeron smiled down at you with a soft squeeze to your arse. You whined in frustration at Daeron's audacity to do such a thing to you. You mumbled out curses and whines while attempting to grind back into his fingers.

“It wasn’t that bad!” You cried out holding Daeron impossibly close, your breasts squished against his chest to almost discomfort.

”Who said I was done?” Daeron’s fingers moved to your hole, he spread your wetness on his fingers to make it easier for him to enter. Daeron spread your lips with his pointer and ring finger, using his middle finger to tease your slightly agape hole. You breathed heavily against his collarbone as his digit slowly sinked into you. He wasted no time to find your weak spot and rub against it punishingly. It didn’t take much time for him to insert his ring finger into you, deeming you ready enough to make the fit.

”Gods, please don’t stop again…” You moaned softly trying your best not to grind into his hand.

“I could if I wanted to.” Daeron's other arm wrapped around your waist to keep you still as he continued to drive into your cunt. His fingers were long and reached the deepest parts of you that you couldn’t dream of hitting with your own.

”I’ll kill you if you stop.” You moan and slap his chest lightly in a weak warning. Daeron softly laughed and tightened his grip around your waist to ground himself enough to speed up his pace. Your moaning turned squeaky as your thighs shook at the sensation of Daeron hitting your sweet spots repeatedly.

”Why did the gods gift me such a perfect woman?” Daeron mumbled into your hair, you could barely hear him over your dazed state. You felt fuzzy as your stomach tightened once again. Daeron hissed in pain when your nails deeply dragged down his back. A string of incoherent mumbles and pleas escaped your lips, begging Daeron to not take this one away from you. You were glad that Daeron was holding onto you because you felt like your legs would give out if he was not.

“Gods!—“ Your voice pitches up when the knot in your stomach snaps, your brain feels empty and you can’t think at all. Daeron’s fingers don’t stop, he continues to assault your walls and your soft spots. You gasped out Daeron’s name when you realized he was not planning on stopping. When your high started fading sensitivity radiated though your body. You attempted to break away from Daeron’s bullying but his grip on you was too tight.

You felt something else building up inside of you threatening to release, the same feeling you had in the alleyway nights prior. Daeron said nothing against your pleas and scratches, he was looking for something more. You grit your teeth and seal your eyes shut as you feel another knot snap inside of you. Daeron gives your cunt a few more strokes with his fingers before pulling them out agonizingly slow. You breathe heavily against Daeron’s chest as you try to come down from your high. Daeron rubs your back in response, finally allowing you some peace. You pressed your hands against Daeron’s chest as leverage to stand up by yourself, you looked down between your legs and your face turned flustered as you saw the wet stone below you.

“I wanted to see if I could make you do it again. It will dry up.”

“It is still embarrassing…”

“It is natural.” Daeron grabbed you by your shoulders and led you back over to the bed on your weak legs. You plopped down on the bed back first with a sigh, your head still felt funny so you kept your eyes closed. Daeron matched your actions and fell right down next to you.

“I may have to see you less.” Daeron took a deep breath as he spoke, staring up at the ceiling. Your eyes widened and your heart felt like it stopped for a moment, you sat up with a quickness and you turned to stare at him in shock.

”What? Why?” You prodded at his statement needing some kind of explanation, he can’t just say something like that without elaborating.

”My father, he… He knows… about this.” Daeron shifted his eyes to look up at you and your defeated expression. His face saddened in response to you, he did not want to bring this up so suddenly but it slipped out of his mouth without him thinking.

”He knows? How?”

”He must have found me absent from my chambers and after he found out about me taking you to the markets, I guess he put two and two together and figured it out.” Daeron rubbed his hands on his face in frustration at his recklessness, he should have considered the consequences further of your adventure.

“Does anyone else know?” You panicked, your mind flipped through all possibilities of how you could have been noticed by anyone besides Maekar, if he put it together so quickly, how much longer until others figured it out.

”Not to his knowledge, no.”

“It’s alright then, we just need to be better. You can keep taking me out, courting me, we have enough time to set this up properly!” You quickly came up with random solutions for your problem but you stopped when Daeron’s eyes became glassy with developing tears.

”I go back to Summerhall after the banquet. I tried to get my father to let me stay here in Kingslanding, stay with you. I even begged him to let you come with us to Summer hall. He would not hear it. He told me to break things off with you, to stop toying with you.” You could tell Daeron was trying his best not to cry, his tears made you start to form your own. You could not bear the thought of Daeron leaving you alone in this place, you only had him and Arsa for company. You thought you had so much more time with Daeron…

“You are not toying with me! We will figure something out, I won’t let you leave me.” You grabbed his hand tightly and held it to your chest, he could feel how fast your heart was racing.

”If I write to my father, perhaps he will—“

”Will what? Let you marry a drunkard prince?” Daeron cut you off, gripping the fabric of your nightgown. You frowned, knowing that deep down he was right, your father denied suitors left and right for the littlest of things. Too old, too weak, house not important enough, let alone a known drunk even if he is a prince and you loved him.

”I saw it.” You blurted out.

”Saw what?” Daeron sat up quickly, wanting to hear it from your own lips.

”Us. I saw us with children. Little pups and hatchlings. We will have what we want, my love. I swear it.” You grasp Daeron's hand tighter as if he would pull away from you and disappear. Daeron’s eyes widened in surprise and soon his expression turned soft with a smile.

“Do not jest or you will break my heart.” Daeron let out a soft laugh, his eyes still glassy. He looked into your eyes and saw that it was the truth.

“I would never jest about dreams.” You shook your head, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. You should have told him sooner, maybe it could have saved him from his sadness. Daeron put his free hand on your face and leaned in to give you a soft kiss, stray tears fell from his eyes but this time out of happiness.

“Still, we do not know how long we will be apart before the gods allow us to meet again.”

“Why have you accepted that we will be apart at all? It does not have to be this way.” You held Daeron’s hand close to your face as you gazed into his blue orbs. You will find a way to keep him here, you must find a way.

“I love how ambitious you are.” Daeron pressed another kiss to your lips, you moaned into his mouth as he deepened his kiss and pressed his tongue against your teeth. Daeron led you to sit with your legs spread so he could slot himself between your thighs, his hands caressed your waist sweetly and slowly dragged them down to massage your thighs. Daeron kissed down your face and wandered to your neck breathing and nibbling against it.

A knock sounded through the room with a ‘My Lady’ accompanying it. Your eyes darted out the balcony and saw the sky slowly lightening up. You and Daeron both gasped and rushed to fix yourselves. Daeron reached for his clothes but before he could even put them on the door started to open. Daeron fell to the floor and scrambled to get under your bed to hide. You stood up off the bed and straightened yourself out to look half decent when the maids entered the room with a cart and your dress for the day.

”Is this suited to your tastes my Lady?” The maid held out a simple blue dress with dark blue embroidery for you to look at. You nodded your head in nervous approval and stepped forward to be dressed. Every second felt agonizing, your eyes darted to the bed, you could see Daeron’s sleeve ever so slightly peaking out.

“I am sorry you cannot go to the gardens, my Lady. Time will fly by, do not worry.” The maid smiled as she tightened the corset of the dress.

”I hope it does, it is most unfortunate.” You give a tight lipped smile not being able to take your eyes off the under of your bed.

”If you ask me, Lady Lannister had it coming. You did a service, Lady Stark.” The maid handling your food laughed and the other maid gasped and shushed her for being inappropriate.

”What? It is true.”

”I am glad someone thinks so.” You laugh in response, it seems one of your maids have become comfortable around you enough to actually have a conversation with you. It made you happy there was another person you could at least have a small chat with everyday.

”Everything looks beautiful on you my Lady. Perhaps she was jealous.” Your maid said as she made the final touches to your dress. You wanted to leave your hair loose today, there was no point in doing it in any certain way when no one would see you.

Shortly after, they left you ‘alone’ in your chambers to enjoy your meal and day in as much peace as one could have in your situation. You let out a sigh of relief, Daeron hadn’t been caught. Daeron slid on the stone floor out from under your bed, he let out a deep breath in success seemingly having an adrenaline rush from the whole thing.

“Thank the Gods.” Daeron walked over to you as he dressed himself in his shirt, giving you a small peck to your lips.

”You must leave soon, with our luck anyone could decide to visit me.” You pushed jokingly against his chest with a laugh. Daeron hummed in agreement as he twirled a lock of your hair between his fingers and he admired your dressed up form.

“When will you visit me next?”

”I could not know. Today, tomorrow, the day after that, I cannot tell.”

”Do not leave me waiting too long, I cannot take it.” You whispered and Daeron cupped your cheek in his hand and smiled, he pressed a final kiss to your forehead. It felt bittersweet when you did not know when you would see him next, you leaned into him as he pulled away not wanting him to go.

”It tortures me as much as it does you.”

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Breakfast continued as normally as it could. Eating, drinking, and chatting as if nothing happened moments prior. Daeron held your hand in his as you talked, not even letting go to refill his own cup or reach for another piece of meat. You watched visiting Lords and Ladies pass by, some of them looking into the pavilion and recognizing the Prince and an unknown Lady next to him. The weather was pleasant on your northern skin, the ocean made the air cool and calming. The heat has been getting to you since you got to Kingslanding so it is such a relief to feel cool air tickle your skin.

”There is a banquet being held soon, I imagine you will be there?” Daeron swishes his cup around, watching the wine move against the sides.

”Banquet? First I am hearing of it. I suppose I must go, I haven’t had the opportunity to thank his grace for letting me stay here.” You looked over to Daeron with a smile while taking a bite of your meal. Daeron caresses your hand sweetly, returning your smile.

“I would have nothing to do but drown in my cups if you were not there.” Daeron lets out a soft laugh that warms your heart.

”I think I have something that would be appropriate for such an event.” You think to yourself trying to mentally analyze the clothing that you had brought with you. If you did not have anything fit for a banquet you would have to ask to borrow a dress from some lady or ask for something in storage.

“I am sure whatever you wear will make all the ladies jealous.”

You and Daeron spent over two hours talking and laughing, even after you were full there was just no stopping your conversation. Your meal comes to a halt when a guard enters the pavilion with a stern look on his face, it makes you nervous and you can see Daeron sulk back into his chair seemingly knowing what is coming.

“My Prince, my Lady. Forgive me for the interruption, Prince Maekar requests the Prince’s presence immediately.” The man stays still and to attention. You hear Daeron sigh with dread and hesitantly stand up from his seat, not bothering to straighten his clothes out. You look up at him with worry not knowing what this is all about, Daeron notices your expression and turns to you, taking your hand sweetly and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

”Do not worry my Lady. I hope to see you again soon.” Daeron’s attempt at comfort but it only eased you slightly. He left with the guard, taking him away from you and leaving you to your own devices until the night comes. You sigh with worry, wondering what Maekar has in store for Daeron.

You decide to burn time by walking through the gardens, admiring the flowers and giving them small sniffs to take in the calming scent. You can’t take your mind off how Daeron looked when the guard came to get him, he had told you on occasion how his father was with him due to his habits. You gently held a blue rose in your hand, absolutely not a winter rose but you liked to imagine it was one, as if you were home. You were so lost in thought that you hadn’t even noticed footsteps coming up behind you.

”Good morning.” A sickly sweet voice announced itself behind you. You jumped a little, being knocked out of thought. You turned around and saw a rather pretty woman, she had golden blonde hair and wore a beautiful and well crafted red dress with golden accents decorated obnoxiously with decals and jewelry with a lion insignia around the belt. She also wore perfume that assaulted your nostrils and you had to fight scrunching up your nose.

A Lannister…

You heard plenty about the Lannisters, their wealth, stuck up attitudes, and grand ambitions. Your brothers mocked them quite frequently after meeting one of the sons of Lord Lannister at some kind of hunt, finding him too smug and proud. You read her expression closely, you couldn’t tell if her face naturally rested so smug or if she was looking to pick something with you but it made you go on the defense.

“Good morning.” You replied simply, not wanting to spark any kind of conversation with her just wishing she would leave you alone but you knew that would not happen.

”My apologies for interrupting your stroll, I saw you earlier walking with the Prince and when I came across you here, well, I couldn’t help but to see you for myself.” She laughed in a way that almost seemed mocking.

”Aye, I am—“

“A Stark. I could tell instantly from that accent of yours, it is the most…distinct.” She cut you off not needing you to tell her who you were. You felt cornered despite the openness of the gardens, if you were an actual wolf your fur would be standing on end and your muzzle would be scrunched up bearing your teeth as a warning, but you knew better than that.

“And you are a Lannister, no? I can tell from, well, this.” You gestured to her obnoxiously decorated outfit, signifying her wealth and power. Her smug face faltered slightly at your subtle insult, she crossed her arms with her pointer finger tapping her arm.

“There’s no need for all this, I simply wanted to know the Lady that has caught the attention of a Prince, that is all.” She said as she reached her hand out to run her finger through a lock of your hair and twirling it until you slapped her hand away with an irritated face. She was treating you like you were from a lesser house who she had power over and not like you were from one of the great houses as she was.

“Now you do.” You take a warning tone with her like a wolf slowly approaching a hunter.

“Though I do have to wonder about your choice of Prince. No offense but everyone knows of Prince Daeron’s ‘tendencies’. Drinking, Whoring, Gods know what else he gets up to. But then again Northerners aren’t known for their quality, as a Lannister I would never be caught up in such a thing.” She laughs and shrugs her shoulders, testing and taunting you to see how far she could push you to the edge. You gripped your fists tighter with every sentence until they turned white with rage. It filled you with anger how she talked about Daeron, how she talked about you. You could feel your restraint disappearing by the second not knowing what your body was going to make you do in response. Neither of you deserved such words being said about you but you suppose it was going to happen eventually.

“Excuse me? You pompous cunt.” You grit your teeth trying to not let any more words spill out of your mouth, you couldn’t let her break you down the way she wanted to. You refused to let her win over you but you knew you couldn't hold out much longer before you did something about it.

“Do you think you are the woman to change a man like him? Men like him never change—“ She stops for a moment, something sparks behind her eyes and a smirk rises deviously on her face. “Unless… no… surely he wouldn’t be using you as a replacement for a whore? That would be quite the predicament if anyone were to—!” Everything goes so fast as a crack sounds through the air as your fist connects with the woman’s face and a sharp scream leaves her throat. She grabs her nose as blood drips down between the gaps of her fingers, she lets out whines and cries as she falls to her knees.

“You bitch! I will tell my father! He will have you whipped!” She screams at you, her voice coming out odd due to her nose being covered, your fist aches and screams at you in pain. You look down at the Lannister, your breath heavy and your expression intimidating the sun cast down on you in such a way that a shadow shielded your eyes. You held your fist up and threw it towards her but suddenly stopped, faking her out. She screamed and flinched back a foot or two, you felt proud reducing her to such a state. You had plenty of brothers to understand how to defend yourself physically, especially stuck up cunts like her.

You heard footsteps march quickly behind you and stop suddenly. You turn around and see two guards looking shocked by the sight in front of them obviously trying to figure out what to do. The Lannister girl stood up weakly, still holding her nose tight trying to stop the blood flow but it was still leaking onto her pretty dress.

“What are you waiting for?! Restrain this savage! She attacked me!” She screamed at the guards stalking closer to you threateningly. You lifted your arm up slightly, ready to attack if she tried anything, she stopped in her tracks too scared to move any further in your direction.

“She insulted your Prince! Is that not a crime itself?” You walked closer to the guards, pointing to the woman you had assaulted moments earlier. The guards looked at each other in deep thought before nodding to each other in mutual understanding.

”This is an issue for the Hand of the King, Prince Baelor. It is his judgement that is final. Lady Lannister, we will alert your father and request for his presence.” The guard said neutrally, despite his tone it was a demand you could not refuse to comply with. Your heart felt like it was going to leap out of your chest and splatter onto the ground, it all happened so suddenly that you hadn’t had the chance to think about consequences. Will such a transgression get you and Arsa sent back to the North during the height of the rebellion? Just the thought of it made you sweat profusely.

“Father, you wished to see me.” Daeron said dreadfully as he walked closer and closer to his Fathers desk with a line of papers scattered about. He jumped when the doors shut behind him feeling entrapped and claustrophobic with no escape.

“What do you think you are doing?” Maekar folded his hands on his desk, basically looking into Daeron’s soul with his eyes. Maekar’s tone stern but attempting to be calm with clear restraint.

”I’m not doing anything father.” Daeron could not bear to make eye contact with his father, knowing exactly what he was talking about. He was talking about you, whispers of him talking you out of the castle and breaking fast together have surely already made it to his ears and that is why he is here.

“Do not play coy with me boy. What are you doing with the Stark girl? Taking her to the markets, breaking your fast with her this morning, and do not think I don’t know about your late night visits.” Maekar scoffs at Daeron's dishonesty and audacity to lie when he already knows the truth of the matter.

”I— I have not dishonored her I swear“ Daeron’s voice gets caught in his throat, he does not know what to say that would please his father. Daeron is sweating aggressively, he did not expect to get caught this soon, especially by his own father of all people.

“Do you not think? Is that it? As far as I am aware I am the only person who knows of your late night activities with Lady Stark but what if others were to find out? Hm? You will be fine, but what of her? It does not matter what you have or have not done with her, her honor will be questioned and what then? What will her father do about that? How will that make house Targaryen look?” Maekar lectures Daeron on the importance of your honor and the image of house Targaryen. Daeron wants to shrink into a corner and never be seen again, he has tried his hardest to protect you both from discovery and yet here he stands in front of his father.

”I love her.” Daeron blurted out, not being able to take his fathers words any longer. Daeron’s face feels hot like he has a fever, his body feels like it could give out at any moment. He truly did love you, you are the only person who truly understands him. You are the only person he can confide in, the only person he finds comfort in. When he must leave your side before the sun rises he watches you sleep for a few moments before waking you up to say goodbye and leaves as his heart aches not wanting to be apart from you.

“Love? You know nothing of love.” Maekar leans back in his chair with a sigh and a rub of his temple.

“I do, I want to marry her. I am courting her properly as proof—“

“And how do you think that will go? Even if I give permission, how do you expect to convince her father? Hm? Your ‘reputation’ is not unknown, we both know that. No matter how much you attempt to clean yourself up it will follow you. Not to mention that she is a Stark, a Northerner. House Stark is over 1000 years old, do you know the last time one has married outside of the north? Because I do not.”

Daeron felt like a kicked puppy at this moment, he never thought about it like that. What are the odds that you and Daeron actually had a chance? He had no dreams of your future together he did not know if you have had any either, he is sure you would tell him if you did. Perhaps all of this is just a once in a lifetime love that will never come to be.

“Nonetheless, we will be returning to Summerhall within the month. Break things off with the girl before we leave, do not play with her heart any longer.” Maekar said with a neutral tone and returned to his papers, tired of the antics of his son simply wanting for this to just be over.

”But you said we would be staying for—“ Daeron said, shocked at his fathers words of an early departure.

”But nothing, Aerion has gotten into enough trouble being left by himself. I only allowed you to come with me because you begged me.” It is true that Daeron had begged Maekar for days to allow him to accompany his father to Kingslanding but that was only with the hope of meeting you. Daeron knew he would be departing Kingslanding eventually but his father previously made it sound like it would be months before they left, not this soon.

“If you let me stay a little longer—“

“I am done having this conversation with you Daeron.” Maekar said with an increasingly aggressive tone, fully done with his son's little fantasies of love and heartbreak.

”Her father wants her safe, correct? Perhaps she could come to Summerhall, it is even further south—“ Daeron attempted to be on the defensive with his father but he once again cut him off for the fourth time in this conversation.

”Leave.” Maekar grit his teeth and clenched his pen tightly in his hands, signaling to Daeron that he mustn’t push this any further than he already had. Daeron let out a deep sigh as he turned his back to Maekar and swiftly left almost wanting to slam the doors shut behind him. How and when would he break this to you? Could he still fight this issue further?

Silence. That’s all you heard besides the buzzing in your ears. You stood straight in front of Prince Baelor, Hand of the King. Lady Lannister stood there as well, clenching a bloody cloth in her hands with a sorrowful rage fueled expression painted on her face with the stains of blood still sticking to her face. Baelor simply analysed your conditions with his hands folded on his desk. His gaze made you want to run away and hide, you could not tell what he was thinking at all.

Suddenly, the doors behind you burst open and a voice instantly started yelling. You turned around and saw a man with the same golden blonde hair and red gold outfit as the girl. Lord Lannister comes to defend his daughter.

“What is the meaning of this—! Johanna! What have they done to you?!” Lord Lannister sees the dried blood on Johanna’s face and cradles her face in his hands before turning to look at you with burning rage in his eyes.

“She punched me in the nose, father!” Johanna yelled and pointed at you with tears beginning to form at her waterlines. Lord Lannister lets go of his daughter and walks over to you with a burning fire in his eyes, he stares down at you with venom in his voice as he speaks.

”You northern wench! How dare you strike my daughter, I could have you whipped for such a thing!” You flinched as his tone assaulted your ears, you had no idea what to do. You had no one to defend you in this situation, no witnesses, no father to speak for you. The only evidence here being Johanna’s bloody nose and your red fist there was little to no room for your defense.

“You will do no such thing.” Baelor said with an unnerving calmness in his voice as he spoke. Lord Lannister bit his tongue and slowly backed away from you, back to his daughter. Both of them keep their eyes pierced into you. You know the only way to get out of this is to play your cards correctly and stay calm unlike the Lannisters.

“Lady Stark, what transpired between you and Lady Lannister?” Baelor turned to address you, you were grateful that he allowed you to speak first. Perhaps he just wanted a break from hearing the Lannister duo.

”You want to hear from her?! She bludgeoned my daughter! That should be everything!”

“One more word from you and I will drop this matter entirely. Go ahead Lady Stark.” Baelor shut him down immediately with a raise of a finger and a threat. Lord Lannister grits his teeth but stays silent as Baelor commands.

”Thank you my Prince. First I broke my fast with Prince Daeron. His father, Prince Maekar, called for him and after he left I took a walk in the gardens. Lady Lannister came up to me and I did not think much of it at first but then she started to insult me. She insulted my accent, my northern roots, and I recall the word ‘savage’ being used against me.” You explained with a straight forward and put together tone.

”And you punched her for this?”

“No, of course not. She also questioned my honor and insulted Prince Daeron. She called him a drunken whorish man and claimed I was his personal whore and said she would accuse me and the Prince of such an act. It was an insult not only to me but to Prince Daeron. Then I punched her, I will admit it wasn’t the right thing to do.” You looked over to Johanna, she was clenching her fists so hard they turned white clearly trying her best to bite her tongue to not lash out at you.

”That is quite the accusation indeed. If I were your father I would be enraged by such words being thrown around. It seems you have anything to add, Lady Lannister?”

“All lies! I would never say such things about the royal family, let alone a Prince! She— She insulted my dress and now it is ruined!”

“So you deny the claims against Prince Daeron, but not against Lady Stark all because she insulted your dress?” Baelor arched his eyebrow in suspicion in response to Johanna’s claims.

”Well I—“

“Were there any witnesses to this encounter? Any at all?” Baelor leans back into his chair with a frustrated sigh, not believing he has to deal with such a thing this early in the morning. You and Johanna are matched in silence, it was just the two of you alone during that encounter, no one to back either of you up on your stories.

”There was no one else, my Prince.” You couldn't help but look down at the hem of your dress, your nerves pinching you and the hairs on your body standing on end. ‘fuck me’ you cursed yourself mentally for your behavior, you should have just had a screaming match with the damn girl not punch her in the face.

“Very well. Lady Stark, I will have you confined to the Red Keep for a week and after that you must have someone present if you intend to leave the keep to hopefully give you time to think before causing troubles in the gardens.”

“Thank you, my Prince.” You curtsy before Baelor, accepting the light punishment. It does sadden you knowing you won’t be able to see the heart tree for some time but pushing it won’t do any good. He must know how much time you spend in the forest and that is how he deemed your punishment fit.

”One week without gardens? That’s it?!” Lord Lannister's mouth is agape in shock and appallment. You have never seen a man look as angry as he did, you have not even seen your father look this angry after yelling at your brothers. Johanna's face nearly matched his but with dried tears. You backed up a few steps out of anxiety and an oncoming fear. Baelor, sensing this situation may get out of hand, stands from his seat and steps to stand between you and the Lannisters to prevent anything else from happening.

”What would you have me do? Whip her though the streets? They are girls.” Baelor says with an unnerving calmness in his voice that makes the Lord grit his teeth. Baelor stands in front of you in such a way that you can barely see what is happening, it makes you feel protected in a sense.

”Send her back to the North! She clearly is not fit for court!” He throws a hand out to you, you stand barely noticeable from behind Baelor. Even the mention of being sent home sends you into a cold sweat, not just from the fear of leaving Daeron but the fear of you and your sister being at risk once again, the North is not safe for either of you now.

”Lady Stark will go nowhere. For all intents and purposes she is my ward, she is under my protection and under my judgement. But I cannot prevent you from taking this matter to the King if you please.” Baelor takes a serious tone in your defense, saying that you are his responsibility as long as you remain in Kingslanding. You hadn’t thought about it like that, you suppose you and your sister are wards of house Targaryen, under Baelor in particular. Mixed feelings cross your mind, it made you feel safe knowing Baelor would have your back but it also raised the stakes if you made further mistakes.

“Yes! That is exactly what I will do! I will have this girl rightfully punished.” Lord Lannister says with a sick smile, seemingly enjoying the idea of getting you banished from the city.

“Of course it will also come to the attention of my brother Prince Maekar, your daughter's slanderous comments against Prince Daeron and he would also be present to defend his son along with I defending Lady Stark from accusations of her honor.” Baelor makes a light threat about the consequences if the Lord chooses to take this matter further. You breathed a sigh of relief at Baelor’s threat against the Lannisters, you had faith that this matter would stay locked in this room and you could just forget about it entirely.

”I— Well—“ Lord Lannister looked completely defeated, his breath heavy with exhaustion from this losing battle. He was not good enough to fight this situation that his daughter landed herself in, especially if he would be arguing against the King's own two sons. It would do more harm than good to push such a thing and this would be the best he could get for a fair punishment in his eyes.

“This has not been the first time your daughter has provoked another Lady, I believe it to be best if she were to return to Casterly Rock. I do not think she is fit for court.” Baelor smiled and his response signaled that this was the end of the matter and he will not hear anymore of it.

“Yes, my Prince. Come Johanna.” Lord Lannister said defeated, grabbing Johanna by her shoulders and all but dragging her out of the room as she protested in whines. You watch as she is taken away by her father with a small smile of victory on your face, yes the gardens being taken away from you for a time is sad but it could have been worse if Baelor was not the kind of man he was.

”But father! She—!”

”Silence! I will not hear it!”

“Thank you my Prince for a just punishment. Forgive me for causing you such trouble and making you come to my defense.” You bow to Baelor as he turns around to face you. You had to be grateful to the man who defended you when he did not have to and did not know you. After all this you cannot bring yourself to regret what you did, she deserved it when she insulted and questioned both you and Daeron. You would do it again if it had the same outcome.

”As I said before, you and your sister are my responsibility. I must defend you to an extent. But I can only come to your defense so often, if this happens again instead of retaliating, come to me directly. I understand how Lannisters can be so I cannot place blame solely on you but for your image I would not be throwing any more punches, understood?” Baelor looked down at you like a father giving a talk to his child. You smile at his kind words and nod in agreement that you will do what he says.

”Aye, I swear it. I will make sure to tell my sister as well.”

“Good. You may go now, I have work to do.”

You give a final bow matched with a ‘my Prince’ and turn to leave with the only sounds being the click of your heels and the sounds of writing as Baelor returns to his work. When the door shuts behind you, you let out the deepest sigh of relief and rub your face in your hands as your anxieties hit you all at once. You make haste down the tower of the hand just wanting to be out of there finally. You can’t believe you started your day so peacefully and it turned into punching a girl who in your mind rightfully deserved it.

You just wanted this day to be over, Daeron was the only comfort you wanted in the absence of the forest you could not visit for a time.

As you are walking through the area between the tower of the and the red keep you heard fast small footsteps catching up to you. You sigh, knowing exactly who is racing behind you. You turn to be greeted by the presence of Arsa, coming to you with a wide smile and a giggle.

”Arsa, I am really not in the mood—“

“Is it true?! Did you really punch Johanna Lannister?!” She is basically vibrating with excitement, bouncing up and down on her heels.

“Be quiet! How do you know that?” You shush Arsa quickly lest she announces it to everyone within a mile radius. You did not expect for this to become so well known in such a short time especially to Arsa of all people. At least someone seems pleased with your actions, you will give her that.

“Falyse Stokeworth told me, her older sister told her.” Arsa whispered back, the smile on her face unwavering. You curse yourself once again in your head and massage your nose bridge.

”Gods be good. Listen, I did not mean to do any of that, it was an accident.”

“You accidentally broke her nose?” Arsa giggled with an arched eyebrow.

”I did not break her nose! She’s being dramatic!” You groan and turn your back to Arsa and begin to walk away but she only follows you with a hop in her step.

”That’s disappointing. You should have. Why did you do it?”

“She made vile accusations against me, against—“ You stop yourself before finishing your sentence. Whilst your morning with Daeron is most likely known, saying it out loud felt odd. After a month of keeping your relationship hidden it still felt like a secret.

”Against Prince Daeron?” Arsa said with curiosity. You stop in your tracks and look down at her, you struggle to swallow it feels thick in your throat. You stayed silent.

”I knew it! You like himmmm!” She drags out her last word annoyingly.

“That mouth of yours will get you in trouble one day. You better be on your best behavior, I got lucky today because Prince Baelor takes responsibility for us. It is best to not push our luck.” You scold her with a warning to keep herself together. Arsa pouts like the little girl that she is, kicking a loose pebble at her feet.

”Fineee.” You hate when she does this, your parents never disciplined her properly, that’s why she acts like this. It will not stay cute for much longer, you hope she grows out of this phase soon lest she causes real trouble for herself.

“Go play in the gardens, do needle point, practice the harp. I don’t know! Just leave me alone.” You huff and brush Arsa off with annoyance, walking away with a quickness in your step, leaving your pouting sister to own devices.

You fall back onto your bed letting out a deep sigh of relief, you hold your hand up and examine your red knuckles. Proof of your earlier transgressions, drops of the girl's dried blood crumble off as you wipe it away. Your mind wanders off to when Daeron left you to go talk to his father. Worry fills your stomach, you knew Daeron and his father did not have the most stable relationship and would not call on him for any positive reason. At least you were not the only one having a bad day but you hoped your day was worse for the sake of Daeron's mental state.

You kick off your shoes, the sound of heels falling to the floor bounces off the walls. You bury your face under a pillow to shield your eyes from the sun, attempting to sleep the day away until dinner. Slowly sleep takes over, your eyes heavy and your body gives in before your mind does.

You are cold, so cold. Ice cold wind pushes your hair in a flurry and bites at your face. You huddle into your furs that you subconsciously knew were there. You stand on a cliff edge, it was night, to your left there was an expansive snowy forest and to your right stood what you instinctively knew was the Wall. From the cliff you can see thousands of figures dressed in white and grey fur coming from the forest, wildlings. You saw faint figures dressed in black at the top of the wall, the night's watch. For a reason you could not know, you could perfectly point out one man at the top of the wall. He had neck length dark brown hair, grey eyes, you noted that he was rather pretty for a boy. He looked stern and serious, no doubt due to the approach of the wildlings.

“My Lady? My Lady?”

You gasped when you were shaken awake and shot up, your eyes scanned the room and you slowly processed that you were in your chambers. Cold still lingered faintly on your skin. The person next to you jumped back with a yelp at your sudden awakening, you looked and realized it was the maid that frequented your chambers to serve you meals and dress you. You looked out the balcony and saw that the sun had already fallen down the horizon and night had taken over.

“Forgive me for waking you, my Lady. I did not want your dinner to get cold.”

“It is quite alright, thank you.” You smile as you straighten out your hair and clothing, standing up. Your stomach feels tight from hunger, it yearns for a meal. You sit at the table and send the maid away to her other duties in the keep. As you dig into your meal with greed your mind floats to your dream. You eat faster trying to push it from your mind and forget about it, it would do you no good to linger on it. But your mind pushed the image of the dark haired boy that stood on the top of the wall, you had never met this man. Was it the past, present, or future? Nothing makes sense anymore. The dream was not dreadful but nor was it pleasant.

You poured yourself an unnecessary amount of wine into your goblet, hoping to relieve yourself from the restraints of your mind. Your night continued as normal but with a lot of wine. You leaned back into your chair, feeling the buzz that allowed you to relax. It was getting rather late and Daeron had yet to show up, it worried you that something terrible had happened between him and his father earlier.

As your worries increased, you heard the sound of stone moving behind you. You shot up and finally saw Daeron stumbling into the room. He was clearly very drunk by the way he moved and mumbled under his breath.

“Daeron? Daeron!” He looked like he was about to fall over and you rushed over to him to catch him in your arms to help him stand on wobbling feet. His eyelids were drooping down and he groaned just from the light from the candles. He wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in your neck.

”Please never leave me, I beg you.” Daeron mumbled into your neck, the vibrations from his voice tickle your neck. You rub his back tenderly with a soft hum, Maekar must have said something to him but you choose not to pry for an answer, he doesn’t need that right now.

”You know I would never leave you.” You say snuggling your face in his hair, the smell of soft scented oils sweetly filling your nostrils. Daeron’s arms tightened impossibly around your torso further more, soft sobs coming from your neck. Your heart broke at the sight of Daeron reduced to such a state, he did not deserve this.

”I love you.”

“I love you too.” You pressed soft kisses into Daeron's hair to comfort him. You stood like that for a while as you rocked him gently.

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Breakfast continued as normally as it could. Eating, drinking, and chatting as if nothing happened moments prior. Daeron held your hand in his as you talked, not even letting go to refill his own cup or reach for another piece of meat. You watched visiting Lords and Ladies pass by, some of them looking into the pavilion and recognizing the Prince and an unknown Lady next to him. The weather was pleasant on your northern skin, the ocean made the air cool and calming. The heat has been getting to you since you got to Kingslanding so it is such a relief to feel cool air tickle your skin.

”There is a banquet being held soon, I imagine you will be there?” Daeron swishes his cup around, watching the wine move against the sides.

”Banquet? First I am hearing of it. I suppose I must go, I haven’t had the opportunity to thank his grace for letting me stay here.” You looked over to Daeron with a smile while taking a bite of your meal. Daeron caresses your hand sweetly, returning your smile.

“I would have nothing to do but drown in my cups if you were not there.” Daeron lets out a soft laugh that warms your heart.

”I think I have something that would be appropriate for such an event.” You think to yourself trying to mentally analyze the clothing that you had brought with you. If you did not have anything fit for a banquet you would have to ask to borrow a dress from some lady or ask for something in storage.

“I am sure whatever you wear will make all the ladies jealous.”

You and Daeron spent over two hours talking and laughing, even after you were full there was just no stopping your conversation. Your meal comes to a halt when a guard enters the pavilion with a stern look on his face, it makes you nervous and you can see Daeron sulk back into his chair seemingly knowing what is coming.

“My Prince, my Lady. Forgive me for the interruption, Prince Maekar requests the Prince’s presence immediately.” The man stays still and to attention. You hear Daeron sigh with dread and hesitantly stand up from his seat, not bothering to straighten his clothes out. You look up at him with worry not knowing what this is all about, Daeron notices your expression and turns to you, taking your hand sweetly and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

”Do not worry my Lady. I hope to see you again soon.” Daeron’s attempt at comfort but it only eased you slightly. He left with the guard, taking him away from you and leaving you to your own devices until the night comes. You sigh with worry, wondering what Maekar has in store for Daeron.

You decide to burn time by walking through the gardens, admiring the flowers and giving them small sniffs to take in the calming scent. You can’t take your mind off how Daeron looked when the guard came to get him, he had told you on occasion how his father was with him due to his habits. You gently held a blue rose in your hand, absolutely not a winter rose but you liked to imagine it was one, as if you were home. You were so lost in thought that you hadn’t even noticed footsteps coming up behind you.

”Good morning.” A sickly sweet voice announced itself behind you. You jumped a little, being knocked out of thought. You turned around and saw a rather pretty woman, she had golden blonde hair and wore a beautiful and well crafted red dress with golden accents decorated obnoxiously with decals and jewelry with a lion insignia around the belt. She also wore perfume that assaulted your nostrils and you had to fight scrunching up your nose.

A Lannister…

You heard plenty about the Lannisters, their wealth, stuck up attitudes, and grand ambitions. Your brothers mocked them quite frequently after meeting one of the sons of Lord Lannister at some kind of hunt, finding him too smug and proud. You read her expression closely, you couldn’t tell if her face naturally rested so smug or if she was looking to pick something with you but it made you go on the defense.

“Good morning.” You replied simply, not wanting to spark any kind of conversation with her just wishing she would leave you alone but you knew that would not happen.

”My apologies for interrupting your stroll, I saw you earlier walking with the Prince and when I came across you here, well, I couldn’t help but to see you for myself.” She laughed in a way that almost seemed mocking.

”Aye, I am—“

“A Stark. I could tell instantly from that accent of yours, it is the most…distinct.” She cut you off not needing you to tell her who you were. You felt cornered despite the openness of the gardens, if you were an actual wolf your fur would be standing on end and your muzzle would be scrunched up bearing your teeth as a warning, but you knew better than that.

“And you are a Lannister, no? I can tell from, well, this.” You gestured to her obnoxiously decorated outfit, signifying her wealth and power. Her smug face faltered slightly at your subtle insult, she crossed her arms with her pointer finger tapping her arm.

“There’s no need for all this, I simply wanted to know the Lady that has caught the attention of a Prince, that is all.” She said as she reached her hand out to run her finger through a lock of your hair and twirling it until you slapped her hand away with an irritated face. She was treating you like you were from a lesser house who she had power over and not like you were from one of the great houses as she was.

“Now you do.” You take a warning tone with her like a wolf slowly approaching a hunter.

“Though I do have to wonder about your choice of Prince. No offense but everyone knows of Prince Daeron’s ‘tendencies’. Drinking, Whoring, Gods know what else he gets up to. But then again Northerners aren’t known for their quality, as a Lannister I would never be caught up in such a thing.” She laughs and shrugs her shoulders, testing and taunting you to see how far she could push you to the edge. You gripped your fists tighter with every sentence until they turned white with rage. It filled you with anger how she talked about Daeron, how she talked about you. You could feel your restraint disappearing by the second not knowing what your body was going to make you do in response. Neither of you deserved such words being said about you but you suppose it was going to happen eventually.

“Excuse me? You pompous cunt.” You grit your teeth trying to not let any more words spill out of your mouth, you couldn’t let her break you down the way she wanted to. You refused to let her win over you but you knew you couldn't hold out much longer before you did something about it.

“Do you think you are the woman to change a man like him? Men like him never change—“ She stops for a moment, something sparks behind her eyes and a smirk rises deviously on her face. “Unless… no… surely he wouldn’t be using you as a replacement for a whore? That would be quite the predicament if anyone were to—!” Everything goes so fast as a crack sounds through the air as your fist connects with the woman’s face and a sharp scream leaves her throat. She grabs her nose as blood drips down between the gaps of her fingers, she lets out whines and cries as she falls to her knees.

“You bitch! I will tell my father! He will have you whipped!” She screams at you, her voice coming out odd due to her nose being covered, your fist aches and screams at you in pain. You look down at the Lannister, your breath heavy and your expression intimidating the sun cast down on you in such a way that a shadow shielded your eyes. You held your fist up and threw it towards her but suddenly stopped, faking her out. She screamed and flinched back a foot or two, you felt proud reducing her to such a state. You had plenty of brothers to understand how to defend yourself physically, especially stuck up cunts like her.

You heard footsteps march quickly behind you and stop suddenly. You turn around and see two guards looking shocked by the sight in front of them obviously trying to figure out what to do. The Lannister girl stood up weakly, still holding her nose tight trying to stop the blood flow but it was still leaking onto her pretty dress.

“What are you waiting for?! Restrain this savage! She attacked me!” She screamed at the guards stalking closer to you threateningly. You lifted your arm up slightly, ready to attack if she tried anything, she stopped in her tracks too scared to move any further in your direction.

“She insulted your Prince! Is that not a crime itself?” You walked closer to the guards, pointing to the woman you had assaulted moments earlier. The guards looked at each other in deep thought before nodding to each other in mutual understanding.

”This is an issue for the Hand of the King, Prince Baelor. It is his judgement that is final. Lady Lannister, we will alert your father and request for his presence.” The guard said neutrally, despite his tone it was a demand you could not refuse to comply with. Your heart felt like it was going to leap out of your chest and splatter onto the ground, it all happened so suddenly that you hadn’t had the chance to think about consequences. Will such a transgression get you and Arsa sent back to the North during the height of the rebellion? Just the thought of it made you sweat profusely.

“Father, you wished to see me.” Daeron said dreadfully as he walked closer and closer to his Fathers desk with a line of papers scattered about. He jumped when the doors shut behind him feeling entrapped and claustrophobic with no escape.

“What do you think you are doing?” Maekar folded his hands on his desk, basically looking into Daeron’s soul with his eyes. Maekar’s tone stern but attempting to be calm with clear restraint.

”I’m not doing anything father.” Daeron could not bear to make eye contact with his father, knowing exactly what he was talking about. He was talking about you, whispers of him talking you out of the castle and breaking fast together have surely already made it to his ears and that is why he is here.

“Do not play coy with me boy. What are you doing with the Stark girl? Taking her to the markets, breaking your fast with her this morning, and do not think I don’t know about your late night visits.” Maekar scoffs at Daeron's dishonesty and audacity to lie when he already knows the truth of the matter.

”I— I have not dishonored her I swear“ Daeron’s voice gets caught in his throat, he does not know what to say that would please his father. Daeron is sweating aggressively, he did not expect to get caught this soon, especially by his own father of all people.

“Do you not think? Is that it? As far as I am aware I am the only person who knows of your late night activities with Lady Stark but what if others were to find out? Hm? You will be fine, but what of her? It does not matter what you have or have not done with her, her honor will be questioned and what then? What will her father do about that? How will that make house Targaryen look?” Maekar lectures Daeron on the importance of your honor and the image of house Targaryen. Daeron wants to shrink into a corner and never be seen again, he has tried his hardest to protect you both from discovery and yet here he stands in front of his father.

”I love her.” Daeron blurted out, not being able to take his fathers words any longer. Daeron’s face feels hot like he has a fever, his body feels like it could give out at any moment. He truly did love you, you are the only person who truly understands him. You are the only person he can confide in, the only person he finds comfort in. When he must leave your side before the sun rises he watches you sleep for a few moments before waking you up to say goodbye and leaves as his heart aches not wanting to be apart from you.

“Love? You know nothing of love.” Maekar leans back in his chair with a sigh and a rub of his temple.

“I do, I want to marry her. I am courting her properly as proof—“

“And how do you think that will go? Even if I give permission, how do you expect to convince her father? Hm? Your ‘reputation’ is not unknown, we both know that. No matter how much you attempt to clean yourself up it will follow you. Not to mention that she is a Stark, a Northerner. House Stark is over 1000 years old, do you know the last time one has married outside of the north? Because I do not.”

Daeron felt like a kicked puppy at this moment, he never thought about it like that. What are the odds that you and Daeron actually had a chance? He had no dreams of your future together he did not know if you have had any either, he is sure you would tell him if you did. Perhaps all of this is just a once in a lifetime love that will never come to be.

“Nonetheless, we will be returning to Summerhall within the month. Break things off with the girl before we leave, do not play with her heart any longer.” Maekar said with a neutral tone and returned to his papers, tired of the antics of his son simply wanting for this to just be over.

”But you said we would be staying for—“ Daeron said, shocked at his fathers words of an early departure.

”But nothing, Aerion has gotten into enough trouble being left by himself. I only allowed you to come with me because you begged me.” It is true that Daeron had begged Maekar for days to allow him to accompany his father to Kingslanding but that was only with the hope of meeting you. Daeron knew he would be departing Kingslanding eventually but his father previously made it sound like it would be months before they left, not this soon.

“If you let me stay a little longer—“

“I am done having this conversation with you Daeron.” Maekar said with an increasingly aggressive tone, fully done with his son's little fantasies of love and heartbreak.

”Her father wants her safe, correct? Perhaps she could come to Summerhall, it is even further south—“ Daeron attempted to be on the defensive with his father but he once again cut him off for the fourth time in this conversation.

”Leave.” Maekar grit his teeth and clenched his pen tightly in his hands, signaling to Daeron that he mustn’t push this any further than he already had. Daeron let out a deep sigh as he turned his back to Maekar and swiftly left almost wanting to slam the doors shut behind him. How and when would he break this to you? Could he still fight this issue further?

Silence. That’s all you heard besides the buzzing in your ears. You stood straight in front of Prince Baelor, Hand of the King. Lady Lannister stood there as well, clenching a bloody cloth in her hands with a sorrowful rage fueled expression painted on her face with the stains of blood still sticking to her face. Baelor simply analysed your conditions with his hands folded on his desk. His gaze made you want to run away and hide, you could not tell what he was thinking at all.

Suddenly, the doors behind you burst open and a voice instantly started yelling. You turned around and saw a man with the same golden blonde hair and red gold outfit as the girl. Lord Lannister comes to defend his daughter.

“What is the meaning of this—! Johanna! What have they done to you?!” Lord Lannister sees the dried blood on Johanna’s face and cradles her face in his hands before turning to look at you with burning rage in his eyes.

“She punched me in the nose, father!” Johanna yelled and pointed at you with tears beginning to form at her waterlines. Lord Lannister lets go of his daughter and walks over to you with a burning fire in his eyes, he stares down at you with venom in his voice as he speaks.

”You northern wench! How dare you strike my daughter, I could have you whipped for such a thing!” You flinched as his tone assaulted your ears, you had no idea what to do. You had no one to defend you in this situation, no witnesses, no father to speak for you. The only evidence here being Johanna’s bloody nose and your red fist there was little to no room for your defense.

“You will do no such thing.” Baelor said with an unnerving calmness in his voice as he spoke. Lord Lannister bit his tongue and slowly backed away from you, back to his daughter. Both of them keep their eyes pierced into you. You know the only way to get out of this is to play your cards correctly and stay calm unlike the Lannisters.

“Lady Stark, what transpired between you and Lady Lannister?” Baelor turned to address you, you were grateful that he allowed you to speak first. Perhaps he just wanted a break from hearing the Lannister duo.

”You want to hear from her?! She bludgeoned my daughter! That should be everything!”

“One more word from you and I will drop this matter entirely. Go ahead Lady Stark.” Baelor shut him down immediately with a raise of a finger and a threat. Lord Lannister grits his teeth but stays silent as Baelor commands.

”Thank you my Prince. First I broke my fast with Prince Daeron. His father, Prince Maekar, called for him and after he left I took a walk in the gardens. Lady Lannister came up to me and I did not think much of it at first but then she started to insult me. She insulted my accent, my northern roots, and I recall the word ‘savage’ being used against me.” You explained with a straight forward and put together tone.

”And you punched her for this?”

“No, of course not. She also questioned my honor and insulted Prince Daeron. She called him a drunken whorish man and claimed I was his personal whore and said she would accuse me and the Prince of such an act. It was an insult not only to me but to Prince Daeron. Then I punched her, I will admit it wasn’t the right thing to do.” You looked over to Johanna, she was clenching her fists so hard they turned white clearly trying her best to bite her tongue to not lash out at you.

”That is quite the accusation indeed. If I were your father I would be enraged by such words being thrown around. It seems you have anything to add, Lady Lannister?”

“All lies! I would never say such things about the royal family, let alone a Prince! She— She insulted my dress and now it is ruined!”

“So you deny the claims against Prince Daeron, but not against Lady Stark all because she insulted your dress?” Baelor arched his eyebrow in suspicion in response to Johanna’s claims.

”Well I—“

“Were there any witnesses to this encounter? Any at all?” Baelor leans back into his chair with a frustrated sigh, not believing he has to deal with such a thing this early in the morning. You and Johanna are matched in silence, it was just the two of you alone during that encounter, no one to back either of you up on your stories.

”There was no one else, my Prince.” You couldn't help but look down at the hem of your dress, your nerves pinching you and the hairs on your body standing on end. ‘fuck me’ you cursed yourself mentally for your behavior, you should have just had a screaming match with the damn girl not punch her in the face.

“Very well. Lady Stark, I will have you confined to the Red Keep for a week and after that you must have someone present if you intend to leave the keep to hopefully give you time to think before causing troubles in the gardens.”

“Thank you, my Prince.” You curtsy before Baelor, accepting the light punishment. It does sadden you knowing you won’t be able to see the heart tree for some time but pushing it won’t do any good. He must know how much time you spend in the forest and that is how he deemed your punishment fit.

”One week without gardens? That’s it?!” Lord Lannister's mouth is agape in shock and appallment. You have never seen a man look as angry as he did, you have not even seen your father look this angry after yelling at your brothers. Johanna's face nearly matched his but with dried tears. You backed up a few steps out of anxiety and an oncoming fear. Baelor, sensing this situation may get out of hand, stands from his seat and steps to stand between you and the Lannisters to prevent anything else from happening.

”What would you have me do? Whip her though the streets? They are girls.” Baelor says with an unnerving calmness in his voice that makes the Lord grit his teeth. Baelor stands in front of you in such a way that you can barely see what is happening, it makes you feel protected in a sense.

”Send her back to the North! She clearly is not fit for court!” He throws a hand out to you, you stand barely noticeable from behind Baelor. Even the mention of being sent home sends you into a cold sweat, not just from the fear of leaving Daeron but the fear of you and your sister being at risk once again, the North is not safe for either of you now.

”Lady Stark will go nowhere. For all intents and purposes she is my ward, she is under my protection and under my judgement. But I cannot prevent you from taking this matter to the King if you please.” Baelor takes a serious tone in your defense, saying that you are his responsibility as long as you remain in Kingslanding. You hadn’t thought about it like that, you suppose you and your sister are wards of house Targaryen, under Baelor in particular. Mixed feelings cross your mind, it made you feel safe knowing Baelor would have your back but it also raised the stakes if you made further mistakes.

“Yes! That is exactly what I will do! I will have this girl rightfully punished.” Lord Lannister says with a sick smile, seemingly enjoying the idea of getting you banished from the city.

“Of course it will also come to the attention of my brother Prince Maekar, your daughter's slanderous comments against Prince Daeron and he would also be present to defend his son along with I defending Lady Stark from accusations of her honor.” Baelor makes a light threat about the consequences if the Lord chooses to take this matter further. You breathed a sigh of relief at Baelor’s threat against the Lannisters, you had faith that this matter would stay locked in this room and you could just forget about it entirely.

”I— Well—“ Lord Lannister looked completely defeated, his breath heavy with exhaustion from this losing battle. He was not good enough to fight this situation that his daughter landed herself in, especially if he would be arguing against the King's own two sons. It would do more harm than good to push such a thing and this would be the best he could get for a fair punishment in his eyes.

“This has not been the first time your daughter has provoked another Lady, I believe it to be best if she were to return to Casterly Rock. I do not think she is fit for court.” Baelor smiled and his response signaled that this was the end of the matter and he will not hear anymore of it.

“Yes, my Prince. Come Johanna.” Lord Lannister said defeated, grabbing Johanna by her shoulders and all but dragging her out of the room as she protested in whines. You watch as she is taken away by her father with a small smile of victory on your face, yes the gardens being taken away from you for a time is sad but it could have been worse if Baelor was not the kind of man he was.

”But father! She—!”

”Silence! I will not hear it!”

“Thank you my Prince for a just punishment. Forgive me for causing you such trouble and making you come to my defense.” You bow to Baelor as he turns around to face you. You had to be grateful to the man who defended you when he did not have to and did not know you. After all this you cannot bring yourself to regret what you did, she deserved it when she insulted and questioned both you and Daeron. You would do it again if it had the same outcome.

”As I said before, you and your sister are my responsibility. I must defend you to an extent. But I can only come to your defense so often, if this happens again instead of retaliating, come to me directly. I understand how Lannisters can be so I cannot place blame solely on you but for your image I would not be throwing any more punches, understood?” Baelor looked down at you like a father giving a talk to his child. You smile at his kind words and nod in agreement that you will do what he says.

”Aye, I swear it. I will make sure to tell my sister as well.”

“Good. You may go now, I have work to do.”

You give a final bow matched with a ‘my Prince’ and turn to leave with the only sounds being the click of your heels and the sounds of writing as Baelor returns to his work. When the door shuts behind you, you let out the deepest sigh of relief and rub your face in your hands as your anxieties hit you all at once. You make haste down the tower of the hand just wanting to be out of there finally. You can’t believe you started your day so peacefully and it turned into punching a girl who in your mind rightfully deserved it.

You just wanted this day to be over, Daeron was the only comfort you wanted in the absence of the forest you could not visit for a time.

As you are walking through the area between the tower of the and the red keep you heard fast small footsteps catching up to you. You sigh, knowing exactly who is racing behind you. You turn to be greeted by the presence of Arsa, coming to you with a wide smile and a giggle.

”Arsa, I am really not in the mood—“

“Is it true?! Did you really punch Johanna Lannister?!” She is basically vibrating with excitement, bouncing up and down on her heels.

“Be quiet! How do you know that?” You shush Arsa quickly lest she announces it to everyone within a mile radius. You did not expect for this to become so well known in such a short time especially to Arsa of all people. At least someone seems pleased with your actions, you will give her that.

“Falyse Stokeworth told me, her older sister told her.” Arsa whispered back, the smile on her face unwavering. You curse yourself once again in your head and massage your nose bridge.

”Gods be good. Listen, I did not mean to do any of that, it was an accident.”

“You accidentally broke her nose?” Arsa giggled with an arched eyebrow.

”I did not break her nose! She’s being dramatic!” You groan and turn your back to Arsa and begin to walk away but she only follows you with a hop in her step.

”That’s disappointing. You should have. Why did you do it?”

“She made vile accusations against me, against—“ You stop yourself before finishing your sentence. Whilst your morning with Daeron is most likely known, saying it out loud felt odd. After a month of keeping your relationship hidden it still felt like a secret.

”Against Prince Daeron?” Arsa said with curiosity. You stop in your tracks and look down at her, you struggle to swallow it feels thick in your throat. You stayed silent.

”I knew it! You like himmmm!” She drags out her last word annoyingly.

“That mouth of yours will get you in trouble one day. You better be on your best behavior, I got lucky today because Prince Baelor takes responsibility for us. It is best to not push our luck.” You scold her with a warning to keep herself together. Arsa pouts like the little girl that she is, kicking a loose pebble at her feet.

”Fineee.” You hate when she does this, your parents never disciplined her properly, that’s why she acts like this. It will not stay cute for much longer, you hope she grows out of this phase soon lest she causes real trouble for herself.

“Go play in the gardens, do needle point, practice the harp. I don’t know! Just leave me alone.” You huff and brush Arsa off with annoyance, walking away with a quickness in your step, leaving your pouting sister to own devices.

You fall back onto your bed letting out a deep sigh of relief, you hold your hand up and examine your red knuckles. Proof of your earlier transgressions, drops of the girl's dried blood crumble off as you wipe it away. Your mind wanders off to when Daeron left you to go talk to his father. Worry fills your stomach, you knew Daeron and his father did not have the most stable relationship and would not call on him for any positive reason. At least you were not the only one having a bad day but you hoped your day was worse for the sake of Daeron's mental state.

You kick off your shoes, the sound of heels falling to the floor bounces off the walls. You bury your face under a pillow to shield your eyes from the sun, attempting to sleep the day away until dinner. Slowly sleep takes over, your eyes heavy and your body gives in before your mind does.

You are cold, so cold. Ice cold wind pushes your hair in a flurry and bites at your face. You huddle into your furs that you subconsciously knew were there. You stand on a cliff edge, it was night, to your left there was an expansive snowy forest and to your right stood what you instinctively knew was the Wall. From the cliff you can see thousands of figures dressed in white and grey fur coming from the forest, wildlings. You saw faint figures dressed in black at the top of the wall, the night's watch. For a reason you could not know, you could perfectly point out one man at the top of the wall. He had neck length dark brown hair, grey eyes, you noted that he was rather pretty for a boy. He looked stern and serious, no doubt due to the approach of the wildlings.

“My Lady? My Lady?”

You gasped when you were shaken awake and shot up, your eyes scanned the room and you slowly processed that you were in your chambers. Cold still lingered faintly on your skin. The person next to you jumped back with a yelp at your sudden awakening, you looked and realized it was the maid that frequented your chambers to serve you meals and dress you. You looked out the balcony and saw that the sun had already fallen down the horizon and night had taken over.

“Forgive me for waking you, my Lady. I did not want your dinner to get cold.”

“It is quite alright, thank you.” You smile as you straighten out your hair and clothing, standing up. Your stomach feels tight from hunger, it yearns for a meal. You sit at the table and send the maid away to her other duties in the keep. As you dig into your meal with greed your mind floats to your dream. You eat faster trying to push it from your mind and forget about it, it would do you no good to linger on it. But your mind pushed the image of the dark haired boy that stood on the top of the wall, you had never met this man. Was it the past, present, or future? Nothing makes sense anymore. The dream was not dreadful but nor was it pleasant.

You poured yourself an unnecessary amount of wine into your goblet, hoping to relieve yourself from the restraints of your mind. Your night continued as normal but with a lot of wine. You leaned back into your chair, feeling the buzz that allowed you to relax. It was getting rather late and Daeron had yet to show up, it worried you that something terrible had happened between him and his father earlier.

As your worries increased, you heard the sound of stone moving behind you. You shot up and finally saw Daeron stumbling into the room. He was clearly very drunk by the way he moved and mumbled under his breath.

“Daeron? Daeron!” He looked like he was about to fall over and you rushed over to him to catch him in your arms to help him stand on wobbling feet. His eyelids were drooping down and he groaned just from the light from the candles. He wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in your neck.

”Please never leave me, I beg you.” Daeron mumbled into your neck, the vibrations from his voice tickle your neck. You rub his back tenderly with a soft hum, Maekar must have said something to him but you choose not to pry for an answer, he doesn’t need that right now.

”You know I would never leave you.” You say snuggling your face in his hair, the smell of soft scented oils sweetly filling your nostrils. Daeron’s arms tightened impossibly around your torso further more, soft sobs coming from your neck. Your heart broke at the sight of Daeron reduced to such a state, he did not deserve this.

”I love you.”

“I love you too.” You pressed soft kisses into Daeron's hair to comfort him. You stood like that for a while as you rocked him gently.

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Breakfast continued as normally as it could. Eating, drinking, and chatting as if nothing happened moments prior. Daeron held your hand in his as you talked, not even letting go to refill his own cup or reach for another piece of meat. You watched visiting Lords and Ladies pass by, some of them looking into the pavilion and recognizing the Prince and an unknown Lady next to him. The weather was pleasant on your northern skin, the ocean made the air cool and calming. The heat has been getting to you since you got to Kingslanding so it is such a relief to feel cool air tickle your skin.

”There is a banquet being held soon, I imagine you will be there?” Daeron swishes his cup around, watching the wine move against the sides.

”Banquet? First I am hearing of it. I suppose I must go, I haven’t had the opportunity to thank his grace for letting me stay here.” You looked over to Daeron with a smile while taking a bite of your meal. Daeron caresses your hand sweetly, returning your smile.

“I would have nothing to do but drown in my cups if you were not there.” Daeron lets out a soft laugh that warms your heart.

”I think I have something that would be appropriate for such an event.” You think to yourself trying to mentally analyze the clothing that you had brought with you. If you did not have anything fit for a banquet you would have to ask to borrow a dress from some lady or ask for something in storage.

“I am sure whatever you wear will make all the ladies jealous.”

You and Daeron spent over two hours talking and laughing, even after you were full there was just no stopping your conversation. Your meal comes to a halt when a guard enters the pavilion with a stern look on his face, it makes you nervous and you can see Daeron sulk back into his chair seemingly knowing what is coming.

“My Prince, my Lady. Forgive me for the interruption, Prince Maekar requests the Prince’s presence immediately.” The man stays still and to attention. You hear Daeron sigh with dread and hesitantly stand up from his seat, not bothering to straighten his clothes out. You look up at him with worry not knowing what this is all about, Daeron notices your expression and turns to you, taking your hand sweetly and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

”Do not worry my Lady. I hope to see you again soon.” Daeron’s attempt at comfort but it only eased you slightly. He left with the guard, taking him away from you and leaving you to your own devices until the night comes. You sigh with worry, wondering what Maekar has in store for Daeron.

You decide to burn time by walking through the gardens, admiring the flowers and giving them small sniffs to take in the calming scent. You can’t take your mind off how Daeron looked when the guard came to get him, he had told you on occasion how his father was with him due to his habits. You gently held a blue rose in your hand, absolutely not a winter rose but you liked to imagine it was one, as if you were home. You were so lost in thought that you hadn’t even noticed footsteps coming up behind you.

”Good morning.” A sickly sweet voice announced itself behind you. You jumped a little, being knocked out of thought. You turned around and saw a rather pretty woman, she had golden blonde hair and wore a beautiful and well crafted red dress with golden accents decorated obnoxiously with decals and jewelry with a lion insignia around the belt. She also wore perfume that assaulted your nostrils and you had to fight scrunching up your nose.

A Lannister…

You heard plenty about the Lannisters, their wealth, stuck up attitudes, and grand ambitions. Your brothers mocked them quite frequently after meeting one of the sons of Lord Lannister at some kind of hunt, finding him too smug and proud. You read her expression closely, you couldn’t tell if her face naturally rested so smug or if she was looking to pick something with you but it made you go on the defense.

“Good morning.” You replied simply, not wanting to spark any kind of conversation with her just wishing she would leave you alone but you knew that would not happen.

”My apologies for interrupting your stroll, I saw you earlier walking with the Prince and when I came across you here, well, I couldn’t help but to see you for myself.” She laughed in a way that almost seemed mocking.

”Aye, I am—“

“A Stark. I could tell instantly from that accent of yours, it is the most…distinct.” She cut you off not needing you to tell her who you were. You felt cornered despite the openness of the gardens, if you were an actual wolf your fur would be standing on end and your muzzle would be scrunched up bearing your teeth as a warning, but you knew better than that.

“And you are a Lannister, no? I can tell from, well, this.” You gestured to her obnoxiously decorated outfit, signifying her wealth and power. Her smug face faltered slightly at your subtle insult, she crossed her arms with her pointer finger tapping her arm.

“There’s no need for all this, I simply wanted to know the Lady that has caught the attention of a Prince, that is all.” She said as she reached her hand out to run her finger through a lock of your hair and twirling it until you slapped her hand away with an irritated face. She was treating you like you were from a lesser house who she had power over and not like you were from one of the great houses as she was.

“Now you do.” You take a warning tone with her like a wolf slowly approaching a hunter.

“Though I do have to wonder about your choice of Prince. No offense but everyone knows of Prince Daeron’s ‘tendencies’. Drinking, Whoring, Gods know what else he gets up to. But then again Northerners aren’t known for their quality, as a Lannister I would never be caught up in such a thing.” She laughs and shrugs her shoulders, testing and taunting you to see how far she could push you to the edge. You gripped your fists tighter with every sentence until they turned white with rage. It filled you with anger how she talked about Daeron, how she talked about you. You could feel your restraint disappearing by the second not knowing what your body was going to make you do in response. Neither of you deserved such words being said about you but you suppose it was going to happen eventually.

“Excuse me? You pompous cunt.” You grit your teeth trying to not let any more words spill out of your mouth, you couldn’t let her break you down the way she wanted to. You refused to let her win over you but you knew you couldn't hold out much longer before you did something about it.

“Do you think you are the woman to change a man like him? Men like him never change—“ She stops for a moment, something sparks behind her eyes and a smirk rises deviously on her face. “Unless… no… surely he wouldn’t be using you as a replacement for a whore? That would be quite the predicament if anyone were to—!” Everything goes so fast as a crack sounds through the air as your fist connects with the woman’s face and a sharp scream leaves her throat. She grabs her nose as blood drips down between the gaps of her fingers, she lets out whines and cries as she falls to her knees.

“You bitch! I will tell my father! He will have you whipped!” She screams at you, her voice coming out odd due to her nose being covered, your fist aches and screams at you in pain. You look down at the Lannister, your breath heavy and your expression intimidating the sun cast down on you in such a way that a shadow shielded your eyes. You held your fist up and threw it towards her but suddenly stopped, faking her out. She screamed and flinched back a foot or two, you felt proud reducing her to such a state. You had plenty of brothers to understand how to defend yourself physically, especially stuck up cunts like her.

You heard footsteps march quickly behind you and stop suddenly. You turn around and see two guards looking shocked by the sight in front of them obviously trying to figure out what to do. The Lannister girl stood up weakly, still holding her nose tight trying to stop the blood flow but it was still leaking onto her pretty dress.

“What are you waiting for?! Restrain this savage! She attacked me!” She screamed at the guards stalking closer to you threateningly. You lifted your arm up slightly, ready to attack if she tried anything, she stopped in her tracks too scared to move any further in your direction.

“She insulted your Prince! Is that not a crime itself?” You walked closer to the guards, pointing to the woman you had assaulted moments earlier. The guards looked at each other in deep thought before nodding to each other in mutual understanding.

”This is an issue for the Hand of the King, Prince Baelor. It is his judgement that is final. Lady Lannister, we will alert your father and request for his presence.” The guard said neutrally, despite his tone it was a demand you could not refuse to comply with. Your heart felt like it was going to leap out of your chest and splatter onto the ground, it all happened so suddenly that you hadn’t had the chance to think about consequences. Will such a transgression get you and Arsa sent back to the North during the height of the rebellion? Just the thought of it made you sweat profusely.

“Father, you wished to see me.” Daeron said dreadfully as he walked closer and closer to his Fathers desk with a line of papers scattered about. He jumped when the doors shut behind him feeling entrapped and claustrophobic with no escape.

“What do you think you are doing?” Maekar folded his hands on his desk, basically looking into Daeron’s soul with his eyes. Maekar’s tone stern but attempting to be calm with clear restraint.

”I’m not doing anything father.” Daeron could not bear to make eye contact with his father, knowing exactly what he was talking about. He was talking about you, whispers of him talking you out of the castle and breaking fast together have surely already made it to his ears and that is why he is here.

“Do not play coy with me boy. What are you doing with the Stark girl? Taking her to the markets, breaking your fast with her this morning, and do not think I don’t know about your late night visits.” Maekar scoffs at Daeron's dishonesty and audacity to lie when he already knows the truth of the matter.

”I— I have not dishonored her I swear“ Daeron’s voice gets caught in his throat, he does not know what to say that would please his father. Daeron is sweating aggressively, he did not expect to get caught this soon, especially by his own father of all people.

“Do you not think? Is that it? As far as I am aware I am the only person who knows of your late night activities with Lady Stark but what if others were to find out? Hm? You will be fine, but what of her? It does not matter what you have or have not done with her, her honor will be questioned and what then? What will her father do about that? How will that make house Targaryen look?” Maekar lectures Daeron on the importance of your honor and the image of house Targaryen. Daeron wants to shrink into a corner and never be seen again, he has tried his hardest to protect you both from discovery and yet here he stands in front of his father.

”I love her.” Daeron blurted out, not being able to take his fathers words any longer. Daeron’s face feels hot like he has a fever, his body feels like it could give out at any moment. He truly did love you, you are the only person who truly understands him. You are the only person he can confide in, the only person he finds comfort in. When he must leave your side before the sun rises he watches you sleep for a few moments before waking you up to say goodbye and leaves as his heart aches not wanting to be apart from you.

“Love? You know nothing of love.” Maekar leans back in his chair with a sigh and a rub of his temple.

“I do, I want to marry her. I am courting her properly as proof—“

“And how do you think that will go? Even if I give permission, how do you expect to convince her father? Hm? Your ‘reputation’ is not unknown, we both know that. No matter how much you attempt to clean yourself up it will follow you. Not to mention that she is a Stark, a Northerner. House Stark is over 1000 years old, do you know the last time one has married outside of the north? Because I do not.”

Daeron felt like a kicked puppy at this moment, he never thought about it like that. What are the odds that you and Daeron actually had a chance? He had no dreams of your future together he did not know if you have had any either, he is sure you would tell him if you did. Perhaps all of this is just a once in a lifetime love that will never come to be.

“Nonetheless, we will be returning to Summerhall within the month. Break things off with the girl before we leave, do not play with her heart any longer.” Maekar said with a neutral tone and returned to his papers, tired of the antics of his son simply wanting for this to just be over.

”But you said we would be staying for—“ Daeron said, shocked at his fathers words of an early departure.

”But nothing, Aerion has gotten into enough trouble being left by himself. I only allowed you to come with me because you begged me.” It is true that Daeron had begged Maekar for days to allow him to accompany his father to Kingslanding but that was only with the hope of meeting you. Daeron knew he would be departing Kingslanding eventually but his father previously made it sound like it would be months before they left, not this soon.

“If you let me stay a little longer—“

“I am done having this conversation with you Daeron.” Maekar said with an increasingly aggressive tone, fully done with his son's little fantasies of love and heartbreak.

”Her father wants her safe, correct? Perhaps she could come to Summerhall, it is even further south—“ Daeron attempted to be on the defensive with his father but he once again cut him off for the fourth time in this conversation.

”Leave.” Maekar grit his teeth and clenched his pen tightly in his hands, signaling to Daeron that he mustn’t push this any further than he already had. Daeron let out a deep sigh as he turned his back to Maekar and swiftly left almost wanting to slam the doors shut behind him. How and when would he break this to you? Could he still fight this issue further?

Silence. That’s all you heard besides the buzzing in your ears. You stood straight in front of Prince Baelor, Hand of the King. Lady Lannister stood there as well, clenching a bloody cloth in her hands with a sorrowful rage fueled expression painted on her face with the stains of blood still sticking to her face. Baelor simply analysed your conditions with his hands folded on his desk. His gaze made you want to run away and hide, you could not tell what he was thinking at all.

Suddenly, the doors behind you burst open and a voice instantly started yelling. You turned around and saw a man with the same golden blonde hair and red gold outfit as the girl. Lord Lannister comes to defend his daughter.

“What is the meaning of this—! Johanna! What have they done to you?!” Lord Lannister sees the dried blood on Johanna’s face and cradles her face in his hands before turning to look at you with burning rage in his eyes.

“She punched me in the nose, father!” Johanna yelled and pointed at you with tears beginning to form at her waterlines. Lord Lannister lets go of his daughter and walks over to you with a burning fire in his eyes, he stares down at you with venom in his voice as he speaks.

”You northern wench! How dare you strike my daughter, I could have you whipped for such a thing!” You flinched as his tone assaulted your ears, you had no idea what to do. You had no one to defend you in this situation, no witnesses, no father to speak for you. The only evidence here being Johanna’s bloody nose and your red fist there was little to no room for your defense.

“You will do no such thing.” Baelor said with an unnerving calmness in his voice as he spoke. Lord Lannister bit his tongue and slowly backed away from you, back to his daughter. Both of them keep their eyes pierced into you. You know the only way to get out of this is to play your cards correctly and stay calm unlike the Lannisters.

“Lady Stark, what transpired between you and Lady Lannister?” Baelor turned to address you, you were grateful that he allowed you to speak first. Perhaps he just wanted a break from hearing the Lannister duo.

”You want to hear from her?! She bludgeoned my daughter! That should be everything!”

“One more word from you and I will drop this matter entirely. Go ahead Lady Stark.” Baelor shut him down immediately with a raise of a finger and a threat. Lord Lannister grits his teeth but stays silent as Baelor commands.

”Thank you my Prince. First I broke my fast with Prince Daeron. His father, Prince Maekar, called for him and after he left I took a walk in the gardens. Lady Lannister came up to me and I did not think much of it at first but then she started to insult me. She insulted my accent, my northern roots, and I recall the word ‘savage’ being used against me.” You explained with a straight forward and put together tone.

”And you punched her for this?”

“No, of course not. She also questioned my honor and insulted Prince Daeron. She called him a drunken whorish man and claimed I was his personal whore and said she would accuse me and the Prince of such an act. It was an insult not only to me but to Prince Daeron. Then I punched her, I will admit it wasn’t the right thing to do.” You looked over to Johanna, she was clenching her fists so hard they turned white clearly trying her best to bite her tongue to not lash out at you.

”That is quite the accusation indeed. If I were your father I would be enraged by such words being thrown around. It seems you have anything to add, Lady Lannister?”

“All lies! I would never say such things about the royal family, let alone a Prince! She— She insulted my dress and now it is ruined!”

“So you deny the claims against Prince Daeron, but not against Lady Stark all because she insulted your dress?” Baelor arched his eyebrow in suspicion in response to Johanna’s claims.

”Well I—“

“Were there any witnesses to this encounter? Any at all?” Baelor leans back into his chair with a frustrated sigh, not believing he has to deal with such a thing this early in the morning. You and Johanna are matched in silence, it was just the two of you alone during that encounter, no one to back either of you up on your stories.

”There was no one else, my Prince.” You couldn't help but look down at the hem of your dress, your nerves pinching you and the hairs on your body standing on end. ‘fuck me’ you cursed yourself mentally for your behavior, you should have just had a screaming match with the damn girl not punch her in the face.

“Very well. Lady Stark, I will have you confined to the Red Keep for a week and after that you must have someone present if you intend to leave the keep to hopefully give you time to think before causing troubles in the gardens.”

“Thank you, my Prince.” You curtsy before Baelor, accepting the light punishment. It does sadden you knowing you won’t be able to see the heart tree for some time but pushing it won’t do any good. He must know how much time you spend in the forest and that is how he deemed your punishment fit.

”One week without gardens? That’s it?!” Lord Lannister's mouth is agape in shock and appallment. You have never seen a man look as angry as he did, you have not even seen your father look this angry after yelling at your brothers. Johanna's face nearly matched his but with dried tears. You backed up a few steps out of anxiety and an oncoming fear. Baelor, sensing this situation may get out of hand, stands from his seat and steps to stand between you and the Lannisters to prevent anything else from happening.

”What would you have me do? Whip her though the streets? They are girls.” Baelor says with an unnerving calmness in his voice that makes the Lord grit his teeth. Baelor stands in front of you in such a way that you can barely see what is happening, it makes you feel protected in a sense.

”Send her back to the North! She clearly is not fit for court!” He throws a hand out to you, you stand barely noticeable from behind Baelor. Even the mention of being sent home sends you into a cold sweat, not just from the fear of leaving Daeron but the fear of you and your sister being at risk once again, the North is not safe for either of you now.

”Lady Stark will go nowhere. For all intents and purposes she is my ward, she is under my protection and under my judgement. But I cannot prevent you from taking this matter to the King if you please.” Baelor takes a serious tone in your defense, saying that you are his responsibility as long as you remain in Kingslanding. You hadn’t thought about it like that, you suppose you and your sister are wards of house Targaryen, under Baelor in particular. Mixed feelings cross your mind, it made you feel safe knowing Baelor would have your back but it also raised the stakes if you made further mistakes.

“Yes! That is exactly what I will do! I will have this girl rightfully punished.” Lord Lannister says with a sick smile, seemingly enjoying the idea of getting you banished from the city.

“Of course it will also come to the attention of my brother Prince Maekar, your daughter's slanderous comments against Prince Daeron and he would also be present to defend his son along with I defending Lady Stark from accusations of her honor.” Baelor makes a light threat about the consequences if the Lord chooses to take this matter further. You breathed a sigh of relief at Baelor’s threat against the Lannisters, you had faith that this matter would stay locked in this room and you could just forget about it entirely.

”I— Well—“ Lord Lannister looked completely defeated, his breath heavy with exhaustion from this losing battle. He was not good enough to fight this situation that his daughter landed herself in, especially if he would be arguing against the King's own two sons. It would do more harm than good to push such a thing and this would be the best he could get for a fair punishment in his eyes.

“This has not been the first time your daughter has provoked another Lady, I believe it to be best if she were to return to Casterly Rock. I do not think she is fit for court.” Baelor smiled and his response signaled that this was the end of the matter and he will not hear anymore of it.

“Yes, my Prince. Come Johanna.” Lord Lannister said defeated, grabbing Johanna by her shoulders and all but dragging her out of the room as she protested in whines. You watch as she is taken away by her father with a small smile of victory on your face, yes the gardens being taken away from you for a time is sad but it could have been worse if Baelor was not the kind of man he was.

”But father! She—!”

”Silence! I will not hear it!”

“Thank you my Prince for a just punishment. Forgive me for causing you such trouble and making you come to my defense.” You bow to Baelor as he turns around to face you. You had to be grateful to the man who defended you when he did not have to and did not know you. After all this you cannot bring yourself to regret what you did, she deserved it when she insulted and questioned both you and Daeron. You would do it again if it had the same outcome.

”As I said before, you and your sister are my responsibility. I must defend you to an extent. But I can only come to your defense so often, if this happens again instead of retaliating, come to me directly. I understand how Lannisters can be so I cannot place blame solely on you but for your image I would not be throwing any more punches, understood?” Baelor looked down at you like a father giving a talk to his child. You smile at his kind words and nod in agreement that you will do what he says.

”Aye, I swear it. I will make sure to tell my sister as well.”

“Good. You may go now, I have work to do.”

You give a final bow matched with a ‘my Prince’ and turn to leave with the only sounds being the click of your heels and the sounds of writing as Baelor returns to his work. When the door shuts behind you, you let out the deepest sigh of relief and rub your face in your hands as your anxieties hit you all at once. You make haste down the tower of the hand just wanting to be out of there finally. You can’t believe you started your day so peacefully and it turned into punching a girl who in your mind rightfully deserved it.

You just wanted this day to be over, Daeron was the only comfort you wanted in the absence of the forest you could not visit for a time.

As you are walking through the area between the tower of the and the red keep you heard fast small footsteps catching up to you. You sigh, knowing exactly who is racing behind you. You turn to be greeted by the presence of Arsa, coming to you with a wide smile and a giggle.

”Arsa, I am really not in the mood—“

“Is it true?! Did you really punch Johanna Lannister?!” She is basically vibrating with excitement, bouncing up and down on her heels.

“Be quiet! How do you know that?” You shush Arsa quickly lest she announces it to everyone within a mile radius. You did not expect for this to become so well known in such a short time especially to Arsa of all people. At least someone seems pleased with your actions, you will give her that.

“Falyse Stokeworth told me, her older sister told her.” Arsa whispered back, the smile on her face unwavering. You curse yourself once again in your head and massage your nose bridge.

”Gods be good. Listen, I did not mean to do any of that, it was an accident.”

“You accidentally broke her nose?” Arsa giggled with an arched eyebrow.

”I did not break her nose! She’s being dramatic!” You groan and turn your back to Arsa and begin to walk away but she only follows you with a hop in her step.

”That’s disappointing. You should have. Why did you do it?”

“She made vile accusations against me, against—“ You stop yourself before finishing your sentence. Whilst your morning with Daeron is most likely known, saying it out loud felt odd. After a month of keeping your relationship hidden it still felt like a secret.

”Against Prince Daeron?” Arsa said with curiosity. You stop in your tracks and look down at her, you struggle to swallow it feels thick in your throat. You stayed silent.

”I knew it! You like himmmm!” She drags out her last word annoyingly.

“That mouth of yours will get you in trouble one day. You better be on your best behavior, I got lucky today because Prince Baelor takes responsibility for us. It is best to not push our luck.” You scold her with a warning to keep herself together. Arsa pouts like the little girl that she is, kicking a loose pebble at her feet.

”Fineee.” You hate when she does this, your parents never disciplined her properly, that’s why she acts like this. It will not stay cute for much longer, you hope she grows out of this phase soon lest she causes real trouble for herself.

“Go play in the gardens, do needle point, practice the harp. I don’t know! Just leave me alone.” You huff and brush Arsa off with annoyance, walking away with a quickness in your step, leaving your pouting sister to own devices.

You fall back onto your bed letting out a deep sigh of relief, you hold your hand up and examine your red knuckles. Proof of your earlier transgressions, drops of the girl's dried blood crumble off as you wipe it away. Your mind wanders off to when Daeron left you to go talk to his father. Worry fills your stomach, you knew Daeron and his father did not have the most stable relationship and would not call on him for any positive reason. At least you were not the only one having a bad day but you hoped your day was worse for the sake of Daeron's mental state.

You kick off your shoes, the sound of heels falling to the floor bounces off the walls. You bury your face under a pillow to shield your eyes from the sun, attempting to sleep the day away until dinner. Slowly sleep takes over, your eyes heavy and your body gives in before your mind does.

You are cold, so cold. Ice cold wind pushes your hair in a flurry and bites at your face. You huddle into your furs that you subconsciously knew were there. You stand on a cliff edge, it was night, to your left there was an expansive snowy forest and to your right stood what you instinctively knew was the Wall. From the cliff you can see thousands of figures dressed in white and grey fur coming from the forest, wildlings. You saw faint figures dressed in black at the top of the wall, the night's watch. For a reason you could not know, you could perfectly point out one man at the top of the wall. He had neck length dark brown hair, grey eyes, you noted that he was rather pretty for a boy. He looked stern and serious, no doubt due to the approach of the wildlings.

“My Lady? My Lady?”

You gasped when you were shaken awake and shot up, your eyes scanned the room and you slowly processed that you were in your chambers. Cold still lingered faintly on your skin. The person next to you jumped back with a yelp at your sudden awakening, you looked and realized it was the maid that frequented your chambers to serve you meals and dress you. You looked out the balcony and saw that the sun had already fallen down the horizon and night had taken over.

“Forgive me for waking you, my Lady. I did not want your dinner to get cold.”

“It is quite alright, thank you.” You smile as you straighten out your hair and clothing, standing up. Your stomach feels tight from hunger, it yearns for a meal. You sit at the table and send the maid away to her other duties in the keep. As you dig into your meal with greed your mind floats to your dream. You eat faster trying to push it from your mind and forget about it, it would do you no good to linger on it. But your mind pushed the image of the dark haired boy that stood on the top of the wall, you had never met this man. Was it the past, present, or future? Nothing makes sense anymore. The dream was not dreadful but nor was it pleasant.

You poured yourself an unnecessary amount of wine into your goblet, hoping to relieve yourself from the restraints of your mind. Your night continued as normal but with a lot of wine. You leaned back into your chair, feeling the buzz that allowed you to relax. It was getting rather late and Daeron had yet to show up, it worried you that something terrible had happened between him and his father earlier.

As your worries increased, you heard the sound of stone moving behind you. You shot up and finally saw Daeron stumbling into the room. He was clearly very drunk by the way he moved and mumbled under his breath.

“Daeron? Daeron!” He looked like he was about to fall over and you rushed over to him to catch him in your arms to help him stand on wobbling feet. His eyelids were drooping down and he groaned just from the light from the candles. He wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in your neck.

”Please never leave me, I beg you.” Daeron mumbled into your neck, the vibrations from his voice tickle your neck. You rub his back tenderly with a soft hum, Maekar must have said something to him but you choose not to pry for an answer, he doesn’t need that right now.

”You know I would never leave you.” You say snuggling your face in his hair, the smell of soft scented oils sweetly filling your nostrils. Daeron’s arms tightened impossibly around your torso further more, soft sobs coming from your neck. Your heart broke at the sight of Daeron reduced to such a state, he did not deserve this.

”I love you.”

“I love you too.” You pressed soft kisses into Daeron's hair to comfort him. You stood like that for a while as you rocked him gently.

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You wake from a thankfully peaceful slumber from the sound of a knock at your door. You sit up in a familiar panic only to notice the absence of your lover. You look around the room where there is no sign of Daeron whatsoever. Odd, Daeron always wakes you before leaving your chambers with sweet promises to visit you the next night.

You had no time to wonder further as your handmaids came to wake you for the day to come. You rub the sleep from your eyes with a mix of groan and a yawn.

“My lady.” Your maid addresses you with a wide smile that makes you curious. You notice the absence of a food cart that normally accompanies them. Curiosity only rises further when you notice a dress wrapped in one of the maid’s arms, clearly in the style suitable for the crownlands.

“What’s this for?” You moved to sit on the edge of your bed as she draped out the dress in front of you. It was a beautiful blue dress with red details scattered throughout, the sleeves, the collar, and a matching belt were all red with decals throughout that matched the metal of your necklace.

“Beautiful isn’t it my Lady.” She grinned while presenting the dress to you. You couldn’t deny the smile that rose on your face at the sight of such a sight. “It is a gift from Prince Daeron. He wishes to break his fast with you my Lady.”

“Daeron? He sent this?” You looked up at her in awe and stood up to inspect the dress further with a grand smile on your face.

“Yes, the other maids say he was eager to spend this time with you. Hurry my Lady, we mustn’t keep the Prince waiting.”

You were shocked by Daeron’s ability to pull something together like this under such short notice. Is this why you did not see him when you woke up? He was doing this for you?

“We mustn’t.”

“Have you met the Prince before my Lady?” The maid says whilst prettying up your hair, putting it together and massaging in scented oils into your scalp making you let out a soft sigh at the feeling of her hands in your hair.

“I have met him a few times, yes.” You smile knowingly as you stare over at the necklace still sitting spread out on the vanity, metal sparkling in the sun and gemstones casting a red shadow on the wood. “He gifted me that necklace yesterday.”

“When you went to the markets together?” You froze at the maid's words and your blood ran cold. Words spread quickly you suppose but it did not make it any easier to hear from another’s mouth. You absolutely were not embarrassed to be seen with Daeron but it is the fear of anyone finding out what you did with him in the night. The maids hands stopped in place, her face showing an undertone of fear and her body tensed up.

“I did not mean to offend my Lady. I believe it to be a rather sweet thing.” The maid tried to ease your troubles with her statement worried about any kind of repercussions for angering you.

”No offense taken, I just was not aware it was known.” You let out a deep sigh in realization that getting worked up over it would only make it worse and obvious that you were doing something that you should not have as a lady with Daeron. The maid seemed to ease up at your words, going back to put the finishing touches on your hair. She held out a mirror for you to inspect yourself in, she did a wonderful job perhaps even the best your hair had been done up in your whole life. The idea of Daeron seeing you all done up like this for the first time made your face flush and your heart beat with a quickness.

”The Prince will love it, I am sure of that.” You turned back to the maid with a wide sparkling smile as you stood up, walking over to the maid that held your dress in her hands. Looking at the dress for a second time made you appreciate the gesture even more, you felt slightly bad for underestimating Daeron’s ability to be sweet and kind like this. “Let’s not keep the Prince waiting too long. Come, you must get dressed.”

Finally, a fine piece of clothing has graced your skin. You're beating a dead horse at this point but those rags Daeron made you wear last night were torturous. It was an extremely beautiful and well crafted dress, but you could not help but feel a pang in your heart at the view of being forced to leave behind your Northern clothing in favor of clothing more suited to the climate. You could only hope it could get colder in Kingslanding so you could at least wear fur to remind yourself of home.

”Of course you must wear your necklace from the Prince.” The maid wrapped the long necklace Daeron had gotten you the day prior around your neck and clasped it in the back whilst the other straightened it out so it sits properly on your chest. You patted down the skirt of your dress to make sure nothing was folded improperly and no dirt nor dust had gathered. The door opens behind you, when you turn around there’s another maid with a proper expression for her position and curtsies before you.

”Lady Stark, Prince Daeron has come to escort you to the gardens to break your fast together.”

A grand smile appeared on your face as you all but skipped out the door in excitement. As you turned the corner of the door there he stood, his leather clothes were black with Targaryen red accents placed thoughtfully throughout mixed with golden embroidery. Gods you swear you had never seen a man more handsome than Daeron.

“My Lady, you look absolutely breathtaking. I see you’re wearing the necklace I gave you, it’s as though it was made for you.” Daeron said bowing to you slightly as he held his arm out for you to take which you grabbed onto with no hesitation with a soft laugh.

You and Daeron walked through the gardens with two guards following fifteen paces behind, not close enough to hear but close enough for protection.

You had not taken a proper walk of the gardens yet, if you did it was simply just rushed through it to spend time in the Godswood to be near the heart tree. You felt empty and alone in your heart when you were without one near.

You couldn’t help but stare at Daeron as you walked with your arm wrapped around his. He looked so much different than normal. His hair was freshly washed, his stubble was shaven, his usually tired expression was lightened up a little, and his hair tied back. Nonetheless under the sweet oils he wore you could still smell his natural smell of wine. If you were anyone else you would probably crunch up your nose at the smell but it comforted you knowing it was still Daeron under his proper princely look.

”It is rude to stare, you know. I may take it as an insult.” Daeron laughed lightly as he noticed your intense stare analyzing him.

“Forgive me my Prince. Please do not take this as an insult but I did not know you could clean up so well.” You laughed as you enunciated ‘my Prince’ to tease him. Daeron lightly gasped feigning offense and gently bumped into you, holding you tighter as he did so.

As you both went deeper into the gardens the smell of salt filled your nose and cool air washed over you. You’ve reached the end of the gardens, where the ocean met the gardens and only a railing separated the gardens from the tall ledge down to the waters. You let out a small gasp as you came upon the fine stone pavilion. Vines, moss, and flowers beautifully grasped to the stone almost like a veil. In the pavilion there is a variety of foods waiting for you, bread, jams, small cakes, cheeses, bacon, fruits, some of which you have never seen before. Far more food than you had been served here prior during your visit, all of the food was pleasing to the eye, very different from the foods that were served to you back in Winterfell. Oh and of course there was plenty of wine.

“Oh Daeron!” You picked up your pace, almost dragging Daeron with your speed as you rushed to the table of food splayed out for you. You couldn’t help but pick up the sweetest looking strawberry you could find and take a large bite out of it despite how unladylike it would seem. You heard Daeron laugh next to you at your eagerness as he took his arm from yours to move and sit down at the table.

“Did you not think of me as one to be so dutiful? I said I would court you properly, here I am doing so.” Daeron smiled, pouring a cup of wine for himself.

“I did not think any man would be capable of such things.” You laugh while reaching for a small cake before you sit down next to him, scooting your chair a little closer than originally placed.

“You will spoil your appetite if you eat too many sweets.” Daeron laughs into this second cup of wine while reaching for a star shaped fruit on a platter.

“I believe you have spoiled your appetite enough for the both of us.” You quip back at him and his multiple cups of wine, whilst you sip from your own up of sweet wine. This all felt so sweet, so domestic… Something you had never imagined for yourself being a woman in this world, being a Northerner even. Before meeting Daeron you truly did dread getting married, witnessing Northern men all your life you knew how men really were. You would hear whispers about the sweetness of Tyrell’s and the charms of the Martell’s and you thought you would have none of that in your life. You thought you would be married to some random northern lord just looking to dig his claws into Stark blood.

Daeron is a drunk, yes. Yet, you had never found yourself so charmed and enthralled with another person in your life. He understands you in a way that you never thought another would, you thought you were alone in this world with your dreams and the sorrows that come with it. You are happy your dreams have spoiled your happy ending but you did not know how long it would take for you to get to said ending. You refused to tell Daeron, not yet that is. You simply wish to enjoy these first moments with Daeron while they last, perhaps he has even had dreams of the same genre and just has not told you.

Your mind raced with thoughts of what your families would think when they find out about this courtship of yours, his sooner than yours. You would not know what to do with yourself when the inevitable arrives. Would his family look down upon a Northerner even though you are a Stark, you are not of Targaryen blood like everyone knows they prefer. Starks, let alone Northerners, rarely leave the north especially to marry. Everyone knows you stick with your own flock as though you were a different kingdom entirely. Gods you did not even want to think what your family would think, you knew what they thought of Targaryens. If your father did not think King Daeron was a good man he would not have sent you here in the first place that alone is true. They will hear about the drunken prince that has come to fancy their daughter and sister, but they do not know the Daeron you know…

”You are spacing out my love. Is it a dream?” You jump when Daeron touches your shoulder gently, shocking you out of your own mind.

“Forgive me, no not a dream, happy to say.” You gave him a soft smile and went back to your food before continuing. “What will our families think of us, of this.” You gesture your hands between the two of you.

“I doubt mine would care much. I am the, what? The eighth? Ninth? in line for the throne? If anything my father would praise your name to the gods for taking me as your lord husband.” Daeron whispers the last part of his sentence like it was a secret.

”That would be something to hear. I do not know how my family would feel… I know the person you really are Daeron but they will only know your name from rumors and whispers—“

”That I am a dirty, sweaty, drunk who is an embarrassment to the Targaryen name?” Daeron said grimly as he took a full swig of his cup, draining it fully and pouring even more into his cup.

”Daeron!—“ Daeron cuts you off by putting your face in his hands, holding you firm in place as he looks into your eyes with a serious glare in his eyes.

“Fuck your family, fuck my family, the whole seven kingdoms can go fuck themselves. I do not care what they think nor do I wish to hear what they think. The only thing I care about is you and wine. And thank the gods I have plenty of both.” Daeron looks at you like he was about to slam his mouth against yours and take you right there but you saw a look of hard restraint in his eyes trying with all his might not to do as such.

“Fuck everyone but us.” You nod in his hands, feeling your worries once again melt away just from being so close to Daeron and within his sweet warm touch. You do not know how long you will keep having these worries about what others will think but as long as Daeron still gives you comfort you have no reason to worry.

“Gods, if it was just us right now I would ravage you over this table.” Daeron whispers in your ear and gives your lobe a gentle bite, making you jump and a flustered expression rises on your face.

”You mustn’t do it here my sweet Prince. Would be very unbecoming of both of us.” You laugh and attempt to jokingly push Daeron away but he does not budge even an inch.

”If we were married I would never let you leave the bed. If you allowed it I would keep you full of our children until the Gods ban us from having any more.” Daeron moans into your ear while caressing your thigh over your dress, you look down between Daeron’s legs and see himself straining against his pants. You bite your lip, thanking the Gods that there was a tablecloth shielding everyone from what was going on from the waist down.

”Be careful of what you say. I may expect you to keep your promise one day.” You purr as you reach out to cup his ever so prominent bulge. He moans deeply into your ear at the sensation, you had never touched him before and you couldn’t imagine how that has been making him feel. It is only necessary that you give him something back after all that he has done for you.

“How many do you want my love? Will five satisfy?” You continue your motions on his lower half, you feel Daeron grip your thigh tightly with his warm breath growing heavy against your ear. You can’t help but to let out a light laugh when Daeron’s hips weakly grind up into your palm, you weren’t even quite sure what you were doing but you knew you were doing something right.

”Gods, do not stop my love.” Daeron wasn’t sure if he wanted to bury his face in your neck or between your legs. You noticed that when you drag your hand over the top of his length it twitches and causes Daeron to let out a strained moan into your neck.

”Sit, now, someone will see” You whisper to Daeron using your strength to push him to sit straight in his chair but you do not slow your hand. His hips are still weakly pushing into your hand, greedily seeking more pleasure.

“Right there—“ Daeron grips onto the sides of his chair trying not to moan as your motions become more precise, learning what his body responds to and where to focus your motions. You rest your free arm on the table, pretending like you are simply listening to the Prince's ramblings while he blabbers on or at least that what it would look like to onlookers.

Now that you think about it. You have yet to see Daeron fully nude, this is the closest you have gotten to seeing his cock. You wished to just pull down his pants right at this moment just to see it, to touch it, to…

Daeron spits out wine into his cup when you press against a certain spot that tells you that you are doing the best of jobs. You wear the gladdest grin you ever have in your life at your ability to reduce a man to this. You can feel his cock bob against your hand, is this what a man becomes before he releases?

You let out a small gasp when Daeron grips the fabric of your dress like he is about to tear it in half as he moans deeply, his eyes rightly shut. After a few more motions he pulls your hand off of him as he pants.

”Did you—“

”I will get you back for this tonight.” He leans over with a heavy breath in your ear, he looks at you with a wild look in his eyes like he will make good on his words in the evening.

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You wake from a thankfully peaceful slumber from the sound of a knock at your door. You sit up in a familiar panic only to notice the absence of your lover. You look around the room where there is no sign of Daeron whatsoever. Odd, Daeron always wakes you before leaving your chambers with sweet promises to visit you the next night.

You had no time to wonder further as your handmaids came to wake you for the day to come. You rub the sleep from your eyes with a mix of groan and a yawn.

“My lady.” Your maid addresses you with a wide smile that makes you curious. You notice the absence of a food cart that normally accompanies them. Curiosity only rises further when you notice a dress wrapped in one of the maid’s arms, clearly in the style suitable for the crownlands.

“What’s this for?” You moved to sit on the edge of your bed as she draped out the dress in front of you. It was a beautiful blue dress with red details scattered throughout, the sleeves, the collar, and a matching belt were all red with decals throughout that matched the metal of your necklace.

“Beautiful isn’t it my Lady.” She grinned while presenting the dress to you. You couldn’t deny the smile that rose on your face at the sight of such a sight. “It is a gift from Prince Daeron. He wishes to break his fast with you my Lady.”

“Daeron? He sent this?” You looked up at her in awe and stood up to inspect the dress further with a grand smile on your face.

“Yes, the other maids say he was eager to spend this time with you. Hurry my Lady, we mustn’t keep the Prince waiting.”

You were shocked by Daeron’s ability to pull something together like this under such short notice. Is this why you did not see him when you woke up? He was doing this for you?

“We mustn’t.”

“Have you met the Prince before my Lady?” The maid says whilst prettying up your hair, putting it together and massaging in scented oils into your scalp making you let out a soft sigh at the feeling of her hands in your hair.

“I have met him a few times, yes.” You smile knowingly as you stare over at the necklace still sitting spread out on the vanity, metal sparkling in the sun and gemstones casting a red shadow on the wood. “He gifted me that necklace yesterday.”

“When you went to the markets together?” You froze at the maid's words and your blood ran cold. Words spread quickly you suppose but it did not make it any easier to hear from another’s mouth. You absolutely were not embarrassed to be seen with Daeron but it is the fear of anyone finding out what you did with him in the night. The maids hands stopped in place, her face showing an undertone of fear and her body tensed up.

“I did not mean to offend my Lady. I believe it to be a rather sweet thing.” The maid tried to ease your troubles with her statement worried about any kind of repercussions for angering you.

”No offense taken, I just was not aware it was known.” You let out a deep sigh in realization that getting worked up over it would only make it worse and obvious that you were doing something that you should not have as a lady with Daeron. The maid seemed to ease up at your words, going back to put the finishing touches on your hair. She held out a mirror for you to inspect yourself in, she did a wonderful job perhaps even the best your hair had been done up in your whole life. The idea of Daeron seeing you all done up like this for the first time made your face flush and your heart beat with a quickness.

”The Prince will love it, I am sure of that.” You turned back to the maid with a wide sparkling smile as you stood up, walking over to the maid that held your dress in her hands. Looking at the dress for a second time made you appreciate the gesture even more, you felt slightly bad for underestimating Daeron’s ability to be sweet and kind like this. “Let’s not keep the Prince waiting too long. Come, you must get dressed.”

Finally, a fine piece of clothing has graced your skin. You're beating a dead horse at this point but those rags Daeron made you wear last night were torturous. It was an extremely beautiful and well crafted dress, but you could not help but feel a pang in your heart at the view of being forced to leave behind your Northern clothing in favor of clothing more suited to the climate. You could only hope it could get colder in Kingslanding so you could at least wear fur to remind yourself of home.

”Of course you must wear your necklace from the Prince.” The maid wrapped the long necklace Daeron had gotten you the day prior around your neck and clasped it in the back whilst the other straightened it out so it sits properly on your chest. You patted down the skirt of your dress to make sure nothing was folded improperly and no dirt nor dust had gathered. The door opens behind you, when you turn around there’s another maid with a proper expression for her position and curtsies before you.

”Lady Stark, Prince Daeron has come to escort you to the gardens to break your fast together.”

A grand smile appeared on your face as you all but skipped out the door in excitement. As you turned the corner of the door there he stood, his leather clothes were black with Targaryen red accents placed thoughtfully throughout mixed with golden embroidery. Gods you swear you had never seen a man more handsome than Daeron.

“My Lady, you look absolutely breathtaking. I see you’re wearing the necklace I gave you, it’s as though it was made for you.” Daeron said bowing to you slightly as he held his arm out for you to take which you grabbed onto with no hesitation with a soft laugh.

You and Daeron walked through the gardens with two guards following fifteen paces behind, not close enough to hear but close enough for protection.

You had not taken a proper walk of the gardens yet, if you did it was simply just rushed through it to spend time in the Godswood to be near the heart tree. You felt empty and alone in your heart when you were without one near.

You couldn’t help but stare at Daeron as you walked with your arm wrapped around his. He looked so much different than normal. His hair was freshly washed, his stubble was shaven, his usually tired expression was lightened up a little, and his hair tied back. Nonetheless under the sweet oils he wore you could still smell his natural smell of wine. If you were anyone else you would probably crunch up your nose at the smell but it comforted you knowing it was still Daeron under his proper princely look.

”It is rude to stare, you know. I may take it as an insult.” Daeron laughed lightly as he noticed your intense stare analyzing him.

“Forgive me my Prince. Please do not take this as an insult but I did not know you could clean up so well.” You laughed as you enunciated ‘my Prince’ to tease him. Daeron lightly gasped feigning offense and gently bumped into you, holding you tighter as he did so.

As you both went deeper into the gardens the smell of salt filled your nose and cool air washed over you. You’ve reached the end of the gardens, where the ocean met the gardens and only a railing separated the gardens from the tall ledge down to the waters. You let out a small gasp as you came upon the fine stone pavilion. Vines, moss, and flowers beautifully grasped to the stone almost like a veil. In the pavilion there is a variety of foods waiting for you, bread, jams, small cakes, cheeses, bacon, fruits, some of which you have never seen before. Far more food than you had been served here prior during your visit, all of the food was pleasing to the eye, very different from the foods that were served to you back in Winterfell. Oh and of course there was plenty of wine.

“Oh Daeron!” You picked up your pace, almost dragging Daeron with your speed as you rushed to the table of food splayed out for you. You couldn’t help but pick up the sweetest looking strawberry you could find and take a large bite out of it despite how unladylike it would seem. You heard Daeron laugh next to you at your eagerness as he took his arm from yours to move and sit down at the table.

“Did you not think of me as one to be so dutiful? I said I would court you properly, here I am doing so.” Daeron smiled, pouring a cup of wine for himself.

“I did not think any man would be capable of such things.” You laugh while reaching for a small cake before you sit down next to him, scooting your chair a little closer than originally placed.

“You will spoil your appetite if you eat too many sweets.” Daeron laughs into this second cup of wine while reaching for a star shaped fruit on a platter.

“I believe you have spoiled your appetite enough for the both of us.” You quip back at him and his multiple cups of wine, whilst you sip from your own up of sweet wine. This all felt so sweet, so domestic… Something you had never imagined for yourself being a woman in this world, being a Northerner even. Before meeting Daeron you truly did dread getting married, witnessing Northern men all your life you knew how men really were. You would hear whispers about the sweetness of Tyrell’s and the charms of the Martell’s and you thought you would have none of that in your life. You thought you would be married to some random northern lord just looking to dig his claws into Stark blood.

Daeron is a drunk, yes. Yet, you had never found yourself so charmed and enthralled with another person in your life. He understands you in a way that you never thought another would, you thought you were alone in this world with your dreams and the sorrows that come with it. You are happy your dreams have spoiled your happy ending but you did not know how long it would take for you to get to said ending. You refused to tell Daeron, not yet that is. You simply wish to enjoy these first moments with Daeron while they last, perhaps he has even had dreams of the same genre and just has not told you.

Your mind raced with thoughts of what your families would think when they find out about this courtship of yours, his sooner than yours. You would not know what to do with yourself when the inevitable arrives. Would his family look down upon a Northerner even though you are a Stark, you are not of Targaryen blood like everyone knows they prefer. Starks, let alone Northerners, rarely leave the north especially to marry. Everyone knows you stick with your own flock as though you were a different kingdom entirely. Gods you did not even want to think what your family would think, you knew what they thought of Targaryens. If your father did not think King Daeron was a good man he would not have sent you here in the first place that alone is true. They will hear about the drunken prince that has come to fancy their daughter and sister, but they do not know the Daeron you know…

”You are spacing out my love. Is it a dream?” You jump when Daeron touches your shoulder gently, shocking you out of your own mind.

“Forgive me, no not a dream, happy to say.” You gave him a soft smile and went back to your food before continuing. “What will our families think of us, of this.” You gesture your hands between the two of you.

“I doubt mine would care much. I am the, what? The eighth? Ninth? in line for the throne? If anything my father would praise your name to the gods for taking me as your lord husband.” Daeron whispers the last part of his sentence like it was a secret.

”That would be something to hear. I do not know how my family would feel… I know the person you really are Daeron but they will only know your name from rumors and whispers—“

”That I am a dirty, sweaty, drunk who is an embarrassment to the Targaryen name?” Daeron said grimly as he took a full swig of his cup, draining it fully and pouring even more into his cup.

”Daeron!—“ Daeron cuts you off by putting your face in his hands, holding you firm in place as he looks into your eyes with a serious glare in his eyes.

“Fuck your family, fuck my family, the whole seven kingdoms can go fuck themselves. I do not care what they think nor do I wish to hear what they think. The only thing I care about is you and wine. And thank the gods I have plenty of both.” Daeron looks at you like he was about to slam his mouth against yours and take you right there but you saw a look of hard restraint in his eyes trying with all his might not to do as such.

“Fuck everyone but us.” You nod in his hands, feeling your worries once again melt away just from being so close to Daeron and within his sweet warm touch. You do not know how long you will keep having these worries about what others will think but as long as Daeron still gives you comfort you have no reason to worry.

“Gods, if it was just us right now I would ravage you over this table.” Daeron whispers in your ear and gives your lobe a gentle bite, making you jump and a flustered expression rises on your face.

”You mustn’t do it here my sweet Prince. Would be very unbecoming of both of us.” You laugh and attempt to jokingly push Daeron away but he does not budge even an inch.

”If we were married I would never let you leave the bed. If you allowed it I would keep you full of our children until the Gods ban us from having any more.” Daeron moans into your ear while caressing your thigh over your dress, you look down between Daeron’s legs and see himself straining against his pants. You bite your lip, thanking the Gods that there was a tablecloth shielding everyone from what was going on from the waist down.

”Be careful of what you say. I may expect you to keep your promise one day.” You purr as you reach out to cup his ever so prominent bulge. He moans deeply into your ear at the sensation, you had never touched him before and you couldn’t imagine how that has been making him feel. It is only necessary that you give him something back after all that he has done for you.

“How many do you want my love? Will five satisfy?” You continue your motions on his lower half, you feel Daeron grip your thigh tightly with his warm breath growing heavy against your ear. You can’t help but to let out a light laugh when Daeron’s hips weakly grind up into your palm, you weren’t even quite sure what you were doing but you knew you were doing something right.

”Gods, do not stop my love.” Daeron wasn’t sure if he wanted to bury his face in your neck or between your legs. You noticed that when you drag your hand over the top of his length it twitches and causes Daeron to let out a strained moan into your neck.

”Sit, now, someone will see” You whisper to Daeron using your strength to push him to sit straight in his chair but you do not slow your hand. His hips are still weakly pushing into your hand, greedily seeking more pleasure.

“Right there—“ Daeron grips onto the sides of his chair trying not to moan as your motions become more precise, learning what his body responds to and where to focus your motions. You rest your free arm on the table, pretending like you are simply listening to the Prince's ramblings while he blabbers on or at least that what it would look like to onlookers.

Now that you think about it. You have yet to see Daeron fully nude, this is the closest you have gotten to seeing his cock. You wished to just pull down his pants right at this moment just to see it, to touch it, to…

Daeron spits out wine into his cup when you press against a certain spot that tells you that you are doing the best of jobs. You wear the gladdest grin you ever have in your life at your ability to reduce a man to this. You can feel his cock bob against your hand, is this what a man becomes before he releases?

You let out a small gasp when Daeron grips the fabric of your dress like he is about to tear it in half as he moans deeply, his eyes rightly shut. After a few more motions he pulls your hand off of him as he pants.

”Did you—“

”I will get you back for this tonight.” He leans over with a heavy breath in your ear, he looks at you with a wild look in his eyes like he will make good on his words in the evening.

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You woke slowly with the sun beating in your eyes, you groaned out at the burden and buried your face into Daeron’s neck to shield your eyes. Daeron’s hold on you tightens at the sensation as he yawns. Your head pounds and your body aches from the long night you’ve had. Your bed is so uncomfortable, it feels so…cheap? Your clothes rub against you the wrong way and the bedding feels like rough straw.

Clothes… Bedding… Sun…

”Shit! Daeron!” You sit up fast enough to knock Daeron onto his side with a groan accompanying it. You look around the room and realize you are both in an inn, still in Eel Alley. It has got to be midday at this point, the maids must have already noticed that you were gone at this point. You start to shake Daeron until he starts to properly wake up, his hair is messy and his eye bags prominent.

”Wake up! It is midday! They know I am gone!”

”What!” Daeron shoots up like you did, looking around the room and letting out a groan and falling back into the bed putting his hands on his face.

”What are we gonna do? What are we going to say!?” You whisper yell to Daeron as you jump on top of him, not even thinking about the intimacy of it. You feel tears starting to well up in your eyes as you overthink the consequences of it being known you were out drinking with the smallfolk, with Daeron. Gods they would think you’re no longer a maiden.

”Do not cry my love. I will think of what to do, just get dressed and it will all work out. Okay?” Daeron leans up and places his hands on your cheeks, looking you in the eyes and wipes your tears with his thumbs in an attempt to soothe you. You nod weakly and he smiles before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

You hop off of Daeron and look for your shoes and stockings scattered on the floor and slowly put them back on as you are deep in thoughts of panic and fear. Your mind rolls back to your dream, a blush creeps onto your face as your mind replays it. Thinking about it calms you down, do you dare to tell Daeron of your dream? It could be you and Daeron but you cannot be sure enough to tell him. Maybe this can be a little secret that you keep to yourself…

”Come my love, I have a perfect idea. Nothing bad will happen to you, I will not let it.” Daeron comes behind you and holds your head to his lips sweetly as he kisses it.

—

Daeron leads you though Kingslanding, taking shortcuts through different neighborhoods until you reach one that has tons of market stalls full of food and trinkets. Daeron looks around as he picks out a stall for you to stop at, you see a stall filled with jewelry real or fake you do not know.

”Pick out anything you want, we cannot leave here empty handed.” Daeron whispers into your ear, holding your hand as he leads you to stand in front of the merchant. He looks foreign most likely from Essos.

”Real Braavosi jewelry! Necklaces, rings, bracelets, hairpins, everything!” The merchant boasts about his products. You look down in sudden deep thought, scanning the beautiful jewelry in front of you. You had never seen such an assortment of finery in your life, from Essos no less. The ache in your head did not help with your search either, most of them blended together in your eyes.

“How about this one?” Daeron reaches out to the table and picks up a necklace and presents it in front of you. It is a beautiful multistrand necklace made from your favorite metal and red gemstones decorating all around it. You take it gently into your hands to inspect it in slight awe for what Daeron had picked out just for you.

“Oh Daeron…this is beautiful , I did not know you had the taste for such fine things.” You laugh a little as you look up at him with a smile on your face. This was the sweetest gift you had ever received, it almost made you forget about the pounding in your head and the sun beating down on you. The symbolism of Daeron choosing red gemstones was not lost on you either. He could have picked a blue or a black gemstone but he picked red in particular.

You barely heard Daeron begin to negotiate with the Braavosi merchant about the price, going back and forth for a minute before settling on a price. You were so entranced by the necklace and all its beauty and meaning.

“Come. We can return to the keep now.” Daeron left an opening in his arm for you to take as he led you though the crowds of people at the market.

“Most of the things he was selling were fake, that one was one of the only real ones. To trick thieves and make a profit off those who are none the wiser.”

“How could you tell this was real?” You tilt your head at Daeron as you walk, making sure to hold his arm tightly with the necklace clasped in your hand.

“I know more than how to drink, you know. Most of the gold and silver you could already see the real metal underneath. But I suppose you never had to deal with that.” Daeron let out a soft laugh.

“I know more than how to drink, you know.” Daeron nudged you when you still wore a curious look on your face.

“You make me sound like a spoiled lady.” You huffed. Daeron formed a face that said ‘you kind of are’ and you hit his chest in a jesting manner.

—

The sun was harsh and made your head pound further. For a normal resident of the southern kingdoms this would be nothing, but for a northerner like yourself this was torture. You let out a sigh of relief when you had finally reached the Red Keep atop of Aegon’s high hill. The gates were open but there were guards stationed outside of them of course.

“My Prince.” The guards addressed Daeron but arched their eyebrows at you. Suddenly they crossed their lances, blocking your path. You were confused until you realized you were still wearing clothing of the smallfolk.

“Only the Prince may enter the Keep, we cannot allow the woman in.” You were already agitated from the heat and pain in your head and something about that statement made you more mad.

“Woman—?!”

“Lady Stark and I were simply just visiting the markets. I did not want her to dirty up her fine clothes.” Daeron cut you off before you went on a tangent, he knew what it was like to be in your situation and did not wish for you to make anything bad of yourself.

“My apologies Lady Stark, I did not mean to offend.” The guard bowed to you, you had to hold back any reaction or rude movement for the sake of your image. Daeron ushered you quickly past the guards before you got the urge to say anything else.

“I want to get out of these clothes as soon as possible before anyone else sees me like this.” You sighed looking down at your dreadful clothing. You just wanted to rip them off and run to your chambers out of embarrassment.

“Everything will be okay, you will get back to your chambers soon enough.” Daeron pressed a kiss to the side of your head. You flinched realizing there were plenty of people around to witness your presence with Daeron.

“Is it so bad to be seen with me?” Daeron let out a pout as he tightened the arm that was wrapped around yours. There was nothing wrong with being seen with Daeron but it was the mixture of the clothes, your messed up hair, and the ache in your body that made you frightful.

“It is not that, look at our appearances right now. The court is cruel, they will whisper of us.” You knew that the words of others would not affect Daeron anymore but it does mean something to you. The words against a lady mean a lot in the eyes of society, to Northerners they would not care of such things but you did not know how long you would be South.

“Does that mean if I dressed up all Prince-like I could see you during the day?”

“Perhaps you could.”

“Perhaps?”

—

“I shall leave you here then, Lady Stark.” Daeron said with a joking undertone while calling you by your title. You were in earshot of anyone who walked past so you had to put up a facade of some unfamiliarity.

“Thank you for escorting me, my Prince.” You joked back to Daeron with his own title. You almost jumped when Daeron took your hand in his own and held it up as he pressed his lips to your knuckles. A severe blush creeped up your face with this small gesture. Out of everything Daeron had done to you this is the one thing that got to you the most.

“Do not forget to wear the necklace.” With that he turned around and made his leave from you, leaving you to stand there stunned. After a few moments you quickly turned around and pushed open the doors to your chambers before anyone could see you standing there.

You placed the necklace Daeron had gotten you gently on a table, laid out properly so it did not tangle. You made haste to all but tear your clothes off of you, breathing a sigh of relief as you were released from the annoying and ugly fabrics. You grabbed the scattered underdress and put it on with a sigh, finally feeling the nice smooth dress against your skin. You laid yourself out on your nice canopy bed that you missed even if it was for one night.

The night replayed in your mind as you lay there, stuffing your face into the mattress at the memory of what Daeron had done to you. He said it was normal for women to release fluids like that but the pure embarrassment never leaves your mind. You realized that you had never done anything for Daeron in return nor has he asked for you to. Surely that must hurt? Ladies have mentioned that their husbands complained of pain when they had not ‘relieved’ themselves recently, perhaps it was a ploy to get them to have intercourse out of pity.

Suddenly you were struck with dread as you remembered that old woman.

“Love will be the death of you, Lady Stark.”

Daeron had pulled you into the alley so suddenly that you had completely forgotten about her. How did she know your name? What did that even mean? If you believed your dreams that would tell you that you will live long enough to have children, many children. Perhaps it would be best for you to forget about it for now for the sake of your mental state and the pounding in your head.

“Lady Stark?”

You almost screamed when a knock echoed through the room. You sat up quickly to pretend you were decent and ready to receive company. Calling out to the handmaid that she was allowed to enter, she came in with a secondary handmaid that rolled in a cart of food so you could break your fast. Your stomach growled at the sight of the array of options, you had not thought about the fact you hadn’t eaten and it was near midday.

“You gave us quite the fright when you were missing from your chambers Lady Stark.” The maid humored with small worry on her face. The scene of your absence from your room must have been quite the problem for the maids, you had hoped they did not get into any kind of trouble.

“I did not mean to worry anyone. I went down to the markets, that's all.”

“You mustn’t go by yourself, any of us would have been more than happy to escort you.” The maid smiled at you as she approached you to guide you to your vanity to make you presentable for the day. She took care of the mess you made of your hair without question, it was like nothing happened in the first place, it brought you a sense of peace. One of the maids placed your meal on the table while the other one looked through your wardrobe to pick out the clothing you would wear for the day.

”I am not feeling well, I would like to stay in my underclothes so I can rest.” You sighed with a clear exhaustion in your voice. You hoped getting some food in your stomach would help with your condition. The maid simply bowed and used ‘Lady Stark’ for the millionth time. With nothing else left for them to do they bid you a good day and left you alone to your devices.

You made an attempt to eat, you tried some cheeses and bread with jam but once you started eating you felt your mouth begin to water. You bolted over to the chamber pot and emptied the contents of your stomach into the bowl. You cried out in between coughs and hacks as you felt more bile rise up in your throat. You fell back onto your behind and attempted to still your breathing. Back in Winterfell you used to laugh at your brothers as they walked around outside the walls in the cold to ease their aches and pain after a long night of drinking. Now here you are, in their same situation wishing you had the cold to ease you the same way as it did them.

You weakly stood up and walked over to the table and quickly grasped the cup of water that was laid out for you. How does Daeron do this all the time? Gods be good…

—

“Wake up my love.”

You groaned out as you heard a voice and felt a hand stroking your hair softly. You mumbled out nonsense as you slowly opened your eyes. You do not even remember falling asleep let alone getting to your bed. You saw Daeron knelt by your bedside with his hand reached out to touch your head to slowly wake you.

“Were you watching me sleep?” You grumbled and rubbed your eyes to wipe the tiredness off. Daeron’s hand moved to your face and gently stroked your cheek while he let out a soft laugh at your tired form.

”Only for a few moments. I decided I would rather talk to you than watch you, despite how peaceful you looked.”

“Nonetheless I brought you something to help. Here.” Daeron held out a cloth that was wrapped around something you couldn’t tell what. You took it into your hands and unwrapped the cloth to reveal a small stalk of plain oatcakes.

”Oatcakes?” You looked up at Daeron with a look of confusion in reaction to his gift.

“It will help you feel better, I eat them rather often. Go on, eat.” Daeron watched as you took nibbles out of the oatcakes, the memory of throwing up due to eating just a little bit makes you wary of eating again. But it did stay down this time thankfully.

You and Daeron sat on your bed and talked whilst you ate oatcakes and he drank your wine. Your mind wandered off slowly thinking about this morning.

“We were caught.”

“We were not caught. I was quick on my feet and there is nothing to worry about.” Daeron assured you but knowing each other at all was supposed to be a secret

“No one was supposed to know we even knew each other. Whispers travel fast, we are not normal people Daeron.”

“As everyone likes to remind me.” Daeron mumbles into his cup not looking at you. You did not like when Daeron started brooding, it made him look like a child.

“Daeron.”

“You seemed to quite like the idea of seeing me during the day earlier.”

“I said perhaps.”

“What does perhaps even mean?” Daeron sat up clearly getting a little agitated. Your eyes widened in confusion at this tiny outburst from him about something that seemed trivial to you.

“It means I want to see you outside of these chamber walls I really do, but what about—“

“I do not wish to hear about the ‘whispers’ or what your father would think. What do you want?” Daeron cuts you off as he moves to lean over you and cups your face between his hands, staring into your eyes waiting for an answer. You sit there for a few moments, stunned at his forwardness. You missed home, you missed your brothers, your father, your mother. Arsa is the only family you have here even though she is the biggest pain in your arse. But Daeron… despite knowing him for such a short period of time you did not know where you would be without him. Winterfell would always be there, your family would always be there. Your dreams had already told you that you would be with Daeron eventually so you already knew what your answer had to be.

“All I want is you Daeron, truly.” You smile and cup Daeron’s cheek in one hand and stroke his cheek with your thumb. Daeron leans into your touch with ease. He holds your hand and buries his face in it pressing small sweet kisses into your palm.

“Prove it to me by allowing me to take you on a walk through the gardens. Tomorrow.” Daeron whispers into your hand continuing to kiss down your arm slowly.

“Are you trying to court me properly?” You laugh as goosebumps rise on your skin at the sweetly ticklish sensations on your arm.

“I shall leave you now Lady Stark.” The maid curtsies before you and leaves with an empty cart after she stacked your table with food. You had started requesting for a little extra food since Daeron started to eat up some of yours when he came. And drink up your wine.

As you were eating you heard a sound come from behind you earlier than you expected it to. You still jumped a little and looked behind you to expect the same man that you always see. You notice that part of his hair is tied back and the rest flows as normal. ‘cute’ you think to yourself with a smile.

You are caught off guard when Daeron throws a bunch of clothes at your lap. You look up at him with a confused look on your face and examine the clothing. A cloak and a dress made for small folk , you realized he was wearing the same wardrobe.

“Is this a fantasy of yours? Is that what this is?” You weren’t sure if you could play along with this but if that’s what Daeron likes…

“No no, I said I’m taking you somewhere. If I want to take you there we must blend in.” Daeron motions for you to try on the clothes with a sense of urgency. You try to process this and guess where he is trying to take you before it hits you over the head.

“It smells like shit there!”

“You will become nose blind to it.” Daeron scoffs a little, brushing off your concerns in favor of adventure. You look down at the clothing in your hands with a sigh, you hadn’t done shit besides be with Daeron so you give in and stand up.

“Turn around, this isn’t your opportunity to see me undressed.” You flick your wrist to motion Daeron to turn around with a playful pout.

“I have seen enough to paint myself a picture.” Daeron laughs as he turns around slowly, taking a peak over his shoulder before dodging a throw pillow you chucked at his face.

The clothes are itchy and drab, you feel gross at the thought of being seen in such clothing. At the end of the day you are still a highborn lady of a major house, you would not dream of wearing such things. Sure, the clothes weren’t terrible or ugly. To the small folk. But you were a noble woman with higher tastes to enjoy these clothes all that much.

“I feel dirty.”

“That is exactly how you are supposed to feel. See? You’re doing great already.” Daeron wrapped the cloak around your shoulders and tied it gently around your collarbone.

“Stay close to me okay?” Daeron held your face in both of his hands, once you nodded Daeron pressed a deep kiss to your lips. He held you still for a few moments whilst you gazed into each other's eyes sweetly.

“Alright, but if I say I want to leave you must take me back.”

“I will take you back.”

Adrenaline rushed through your body, you could swear anyone could hear your heart beating from inside your chest. You held onto Daeron’s hand tightly out of nervousness, he gripped yours back as a way to hopefully soothe your worries. The holdfast was expansive, guards and maids still wandering about that you both had to dodge with precision.

“My Prince, Lady Stark.” A guard bowed before you both as you turned a corner. The fear on your face was apparent, he looked at you with a questioning face. He looked both of you up and down, seemingly noticing your matching attire. As he was about to open his mouth, Daeron held out two gold coins to him as a silent but apparent gesture.

The guard simply closed his fist around the coins and walked away without acknowledging either of you. You were caught up in your anxiety to even think about anything besides being caught that you barely noticed Daeron pulling you to keep walking with haste.

“We must be fast unless you wish to be stopped again.” Daeron laughed in a hushed tone, the only real sound in the halls being your shoes clicking on the ground. Your mind raced with thoughts of what would happen if you were caught. Most importantly what would happen to you? Whispers would speak of you and Daeron, putting in question on your maidenhood and perversions and would undoubtedly reach your father. Father was too unpredictable for you to even guess what he would say or do. Gods you didn’t even want to imagine facing any of Daeron’s family members with such a thing over your head. Despite only knowing Daeron for a little over a week, you trusted Daeron enough to keep you safe and keep your ‘adventures’ a well hidden secret. Something about sharing such a deep commonality with him makes your connection grow even faster than if he was a normal man.

You both snuck through the Redkeep without much issue. The guards that night must have been incompetent to not recognize two unknown people in cloaks running through the keep.

“The fact that we got out so easily makes me nervous how safe the keep is.” You laugh whilst holding onto Daeron’s arm close to ease your nerves. You started to cover your nose when the smell started getting stronger as you got closer. Daeron pushed your hand away and clicked his tongue.

“If you do that they’ll know you’re not supposed to be here. If you’d prefer somewhere that smells nicer, perhaps I should take you to the street of silk.” Daeron jokes then laughs when you hit his chest at the mere implication of taking you to such a place.

“Perhaps not!”

“Calm down, it’s just taverns and inns here my sweet. You will beg me to take you here again.”

The sounds of men and women alike cheering and celebrating for seemingly nothing. Most were drunk out of their minds already. Children were running around without care of their surroundings, one of them ran past you whilst chasing another pushing you a little into Daeron.

“Never been amongst the small folk like this before have you?” Daeron’s whisper in your ear made you jump a little.

“Of course I have! I’ll have you know Wintertown is very close to Winterfell and is very populated during the summer and fall. I go there very often!” You say coming to your own defense with a small sound of displeasure coming from your throat.

“But you were there as a Lady of Winterfell no? You have never truly been amongst the small folk.”

“And you have? You don’t use your princely status to your advantage?”

“That means nothing here, unless you’re visiting brothels of course.” Daeron teased, nudging you a little to get a reaction out of you.

“Don’t make me think of you as some kind of whore. You will lose me if you do.” You jokingly push Daeron harder than you meant to and he stumbles a little bit only laughing in response. He comes back and wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you obnoxiously close.

“This one I haven’t been to. Often.” Daeron kisses you on the hair and leads you into a tavern made of dark wood with a hanging sign of a golden cup. It was even louder in here than it was outside, the whole building reeked of ale and sweat. You scrunched your nose at all of the smells invading your nostrils. Daeron seems to be fully used to all of these things, it icks you out a little thinking about anyone being used to such conditions.

“Two.” Daeron slapped a single coin on the bar in front of the barkeep. The man looked you and Daeron up and down like he was analyzing your appearances. He looked at you and your nervous face and looked at Daeron suspiciously. If he cared he didn’t say anything and just put two wooden pints of ale on the bar and went on with his night.

You looked around the room watching all of the smallfolk interact with each other. It wasn’t much different than what happens back in Winterfell in the great hall when all of the minor houses gather. It oddly made you feel at home in a way. Your brothers would get drunk with the sons of other houses and arm wrestle, which always ended in a physical altercation because someone ‘cheated’ to the point where your father had to pry your brothers off of the other men and send them back to their rooms. You smiled at the vast memories you had of Winterfell but you pushed them away before it made you sad.

“See? You are already having fun.” Daeron nudged you with both pints in his hands almost spilling some on the wooden floors.

Luckily enough there was a single table left unoccupied, big enough for just two people to sit at. Daeron set both of the cups on the table, instead of sitting immediately he moves to pull the chair that was across from the other next to the other one. He insisted you sit at the one closest to the wall, most likely a move to keep you from unwanted interactions if he was next to you. You look down at the ale with aversion, it was an extremely common drink that you are no stranger to but that was seeing other people drink it. Ale was not a Ladies drink so you had only ever partaken to wine.

“It’s not going to bite you.” Daeron leans over to you in a teasing manner, you notice he had already drunk almost half of his already.

“I know that!” You grab onto the handle and press the rim to your lips and attempt to take a big sip. Your eyes widen half way through swallowing, this tastes terrible. You regretfully swallow the rest you had in your mouth before coughing at the dreadful taste.

“This tastes like piss! Why do people drink this?!”

“Because it gets you drunk, that’s why. This is a poor man’s ale; it always tastes terrible.” Daeron takes a big gulp of ale at the end of his sentence. You look back down at the drink and back at Daeron, you don’t want to be the odd woman out and have to nurse Daeron the whole night. You make the choice to force the ale down your throat even through your tastebuds begging and pleading for you to cease this assault.

“Slow down! It is too early in the night to throw up.” Daeron laughed as he pushed the cup from your mouth. You closed your eyes tightly trying to focus on not throwing up all of the ale you drank onto the table. A deep breath escaped you when you felt it settle in your stomach.

“I am trying to catch up to you!”

“You would die if you tried to catch up with me.” Daeron grabbed another pint off of a tray being passed around by a barmaid. You groaned as you looked down your own pint and saw you still had half left.

When you finally finished your drink, Daeron encouraged you to get a second one. You were at the point where the taste of the ale started to not taste terrible and you couldn’t find it in you to say no.

“Aren’t you a pretty little thing? How’d you get her?” You jumped visibly before you realized it was a woman who said it. There was a barmaid holding another tray full of ale making her rounds. She was an older woman with red hair, brown eyes and a sizable bust that was made more prominent with her clothing. She was addressing you then looked at Daeron like she knew him.

“I’m showing her around, never been here before.” Daeron wraps an arm around you whilst resting his head against yours, is this moment you realized he was drunker than you thought. You should’ve assumed he was already drunk when he got you, also realizing that he had finished the second pint without you noticing at all. The barmaid’s face flickered with realization and let out a small ‘ohhh’.

“You better drink a little more to deal with him dear.” The woman put down another pint in front of you with a wink then went on her merry way. Daeron continued to hold onto you as you drank, he ran his fingers up and down your arm up to your shoulder. He would occasionally gently pull on the band of your top like he was trying to pull it down to expose your shoulder and upper arm. You would nudge him every time and would stop for a time.

“Drink” Daeron said while you were already leaning back into your drink to finish it, he proceeded to push the pint upwards making you almost choke on the liquid and it leaked down the corners of your mouth.

“Daeron!-“ You were cut off by Daeron swiping his thumb on the corner of your mouth, capturing the liquid and pressing it to his mouth, copying what you had done the night prior.

Drunken warmth spread throughout your body as the ale was finally settling into your system. In hindsight you were glad Daeron was already leaning on you so you could use him as a crutch. Your nerves were non-existent and you couldn’t care about what being caught like this would mean for you. You whined as Daeron moved you to stand up, continuing to hold you as he did prior.

“Let me take you somewhere.” Daeron whispered in your ear, the smell of ale and lust on his breath as he pulled you along through the crowd of equally drunk people as you tried to keep your footsteps consistent until you exited the tavern. The streets were lined with people and entertainment. Puppet shows, people showing off their bizarre tricks and talents, fortune tellers, all of it. You pass by one woman in particular, an old woman dressed in black rags, as you began to cross her path she looked into your soul with her dark uncanny eyes.

“Love will be the death of you, Lady Stark.”

It felt like a cold bucket of water was poured over you. You flicked your head back to see her as Daeron kept walking you away but the old woman was already lost in the crowd. What? Who? You want to chalk it up to just the drinking but you can’t even fathom it to the point to write it off.

“Who was that woman?” You turn back quickly to Daeron who looks at you with drunken confusion.

“What woman?” Daeron looks behind you and sees nothing but vendors and drunks. He looks back at you as confused as you were but with a small amount of humor on his face.

“Perhaps the ale is getting to you, you’ve only been drinking wine your whole highborn lady life.” Daeron laughs and brushes off your worries under the assumption that your mind is playing tricks on you. You try to assume that he is right and it is just from drinking that your mind made up such a thing. You move Daeron’s arm off your shoulders and choose to wrap your arms around his arm. Anxiety melts as you calm down from Daeron’s close presence and warmth takes dominance once again.

“Where are you taking me?” Drunkenness glazes over your eyes as you rest your head on his shoulder. You are holding him tightly out of lingering fears in the back of your head. Daeron glances around for a moment as he leads you into a dark alleyway where there is not a soul in sight. You look up at him confused, as you are about to say something he presses his mouth against yours without a word. He cups your face in his hands and you melt into his touch. His tongue wrestles itself into your mouth and you moan into each other's mouths.

“You are the only person who has made me feel this way.” Daeron moans into your mouth between rough kisses. His hands trail down your face to your chest, squeezing your breasts whilst he continues moving down to your skirts, you could feel them being pulled up with haste. You gasped into Daeron’s mouth and put your hands on his chest.

“Daeron— there’s people—“

“To think the Gods blessed me with a woman like you.” Daeron continued pulling up your dress until he was able to reach his hand under and trace his hand between the lips of your cunt, his fingers finding their way to rub your clit. Your hips jump at the sensation, only encouraging Daeron to keep going. You moan into Daeron’s mouth, your mind tries to focus on two distinct sensations at the same time. Your complaints are swallowed by Daeron’s mouth, your hands grip the arm that is between your legs. Daeron’s hands become more bold by the moment. His two middle fingers tease your opening, slowly prodding whilst spreading your wetness around.

“Someone will see us!”

“If they do? They will see two drunks and nothing more.” Daeron’s other hand moves down your neck to your shoulder, pulling down your top just enough to reveal your shoulder and upper arm. You let out a yelp when Daeron presses his face on the most sensitive part of your neck. He presses sloppy kisses on your neck and shoulder as one of his fingers starts to slowly sink into you. A shutter goes down your spine and a gasp escapes your throat. Daeron’s fingers were of course longer than yours and they reached deeper than yours could. Even with the sloppy pace he was going at, the feeling of someone else besides yourself inside of you made you feel more sensitive than ever. You leaned your cloak covered head back against the brick wall behind you as soft moans escaped from your mouth.

Daeron’s teeth sank into your shoulder gently as he eased a second finger into you. This was enough for him to quicken his pace, a gasp got stuck in your throat as his fingers curled inside of you, rubbing against a spot you did not even know to exist. You forced your moans to be quiet and soft despite your body telling you to throw yourself into Daeron and let him have you. Your face becomes flushed when the sounds of wetness come from between your legs and echo in the empty alleyway.

You did not mean to start grinding your hips against Daeron’s hand, it was your body talking you swear. Daeron was using his knowledge to his advantage against your inexperienced body, even if he was a drunk and surely wasn’t the best in the seven kingdoms your lack of experience made your body feel like he was the greatest man ever.

“Does this feel good?” Daeron said as he came up from your neck and pressed his sweaty forehead against yours making you look up at him in his blue eyes. You nod your head weakly whilst holding his arm close as an anchor. He found that one spot inside of you and bullied it relentlessly with his fingers. A feeling that you have grown familiar with rose up within your lower half, but there was some deeper coming with it.

“Daeron—!”

“Gods you are so beautiful.” Daeron said breathlessly while he picked up the pace of his fingers, the sounds echoing even louder now.

Your thighs shook and you dug your nails into the fabric on Daeron’s arm. You attempted to tell him to slow down but nothing came out of your mouth besides moans and whimpers. His fingers feel like they reach impossibly deep into your cunt. Daeron could tell you were very close by the way you were moaning and moving against his hand.

You buried your face into Daeron’s shoulder as you felt an extra tight string snap inside of you. Your mouth hung open with little to nothing escaping besides faint gasps. Your hips tried to move away from Daeron but his hand kept following until your hips made contact with the wall where they couldn’t run away more. The sounds from between your legs became impossibly wetter, not that you were paying attention to anything besides the sensitivity rising in your body.

Daeron finally retreated his hand when you were clawing at his clothes begging him to relent. You stood there against him breathing heavily and looked up at Daeron with glazed over eyes and you noticed that he was staring at his arm that was soaked in water. He looked over to you with a smile on his face and you realized that was the hand that he was using on you so that must have been… you looked down and saw wet marks on the dirt below you and your rear felt wet, you did not want to imagine what the back of your dress looked like.

“Gods! I— I do not know what came over me—“

“It is not what you think. It is different, and happens to women all the time. See?” Daeron inserted his two middle fingers into his mouth and sucked up the remaining fluid that coated his fingers. You stood there trying to process through a drunken mind what was happening but again, if it’s Daeron.

”Still as sweet as ever.”

“One room.” Daeron threw the acceptable amount of coins down on the table in front of the innkeeper and let out a groan when they told him what room he bought.

After a long night of drinking even more in other taverns, you were fully gone. Daeron was used to drinking so he could still walk enough to drag the both of you to an inn instead of going back to the caste like you had intended. Getting caught drunk would in theory be worse than getting caught walking back in the morning.

You felt dizzy like the world was spinning around you, if you walked without Daeron’s support you would definitely fall. Your head leaned back into Daeron’s neck as your breath tickled his neck sweetly.

“Walk” Daeron mumbled as he guided you both up the stairs of the inn, you mumbled and groaned with every step until you reached the wooden door that was meant for both of you. Daeron basically kicked the door open and closed it shut with his shoulder. He made sure to place you gently on the bed and attempted to take your shoes and stocking off but was only successful enough to where you still had one stocking still on. You looked down at Daeron in half awake endearment as he removed your shoes and stockings.

“I love you.” You slurred your words but it was still clear what you said to anyone who heard it. Daeron looked up at you drunkenly trying to process your words for a moment before smiling and leaning up closely to your face.

“Why do you love me?” Daeron put both his hands on either side of you on the bed to steady himself as he looked at you in the eyes, slightly swaying himself.

”Because, you are the first person who understands me… you could’ve taken far more advantage of me if you wanted to but you haven’t… ask me again laterrr.” You slur your words, taking a long time to get your words out coherently enough for Daeron to hear. At the end of your speech you fell back onto the bed on the verge of passing out. You felt the world spinning around you so you had to seal your eyes shut, Daeron laughed audibly and slowly moved you to the top of the bed to lay you down properly. He undressed himself so he was only in his underwear for his own comfort and laid beside you before pulling your almost passed out form close to him.

”I love you too.”

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