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[mvndrvke]

@drcgnrider​

"Ser Harwin." Rhaenyra greeted the man with a small chuckle, caught red-handed stealing the dried up slices of apples from the kitchen's cupboards. The cravings were getting more and more ridiculous, her tongue demanding for something sweet & sour at the most unbelievable of times. "What brings you to the kitchens at such a late hour?" 

“Princess.” Harwin’s smile is one he can’t fight as he sees Rhaenyra stealing apple slices from the kitchen. It’s a bit of a comical sight, and he can’t help but chuckle a little bit when she does. “Oddly, the same thing,” he says. “I heard a certain princess was having cravings earlier, and thought I would sneak her a treat. Clearly said princess has beaten me to it, though. Please don’t tell me you climbed onto the counter to reach those.”

[the-rogue-dragon]

Kiss my muse | No longer acceepting - @drcgnrider​ sent;

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          🔥IT SEEMED TO HIM IMPOSSIBLE TO SEE HIS BROTHER like a shadow of the man he has been. Upon visiting him, and introducing his children to him, Daemon had abandoned his chambers in complete silence. It was not uncommon of him to become silent the second he was triggered by something or someone and this case it has been the sight of his brother dying in his bed.

          Memories of their past filled his mind and the compelling fear of death that was lurking in the Keep everywhere were he looked. Every corner, and dark alley, all of it filled with a dreading feeling of loss. He wondered if the rest felt the same, if Rhaenyra felt it too. But he dare not to look at her, as he kept to himself in moments like these.

          This was why when she kissed his temple Daemon seemed to have been shock out of a daydream. His purple-green eyes looked up to meet hers, and he gave her a tight smile. “Whatever for?” He asked at the surprise kiss. But before she could say or do something else, he took one of her hands on his and squeezed it softly.

[breakbcnes]

"You're always like this when you are worried. Disagreeable." 

A heavy sigh leaves the knight as he shakes his head. Harwin knew how right she was, how well she knew him. But could she blame him? The elder Strong didn’t think so, but still he looks over his shoulder and turns to face her fully after her words. “Can you blame me?” Harwin finally says, speaking up as he takes several steps in her direction. If anything, they were lucky they were alone, making it easier to speak more freely in each other’s company. He gets closer, hands moving to take her’s in his as thumbs gently brush or the back of her hands as he held them. “I worry about, about the children. Everything else doesn’t matter, but unnecessary risks are where I have to draw a line.”

House of the Dragon Starters | Accepting | @drcgnrider​

[quietmalice]

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send me    ‘  ♡ _  ♡ ‘    and my muse will admit one to three ( 1-3 )  features of your muse  ( physical or personality )   that they find incredibly attractive from here @drcgnrider

Definitely her fierceness. The passion and fire in her, the rebellious nature that is so unlike any other princess he ever knew. It’s something he deeply admires especially cause she’s so much younger and sometimes seems stronger and braver than he feels himself.

If it comes to her looks it’s definitely her hair he loves cause it proves she’s a true Targaryen and has the same old Valyrian blood in her veins which always catches his interest.

And I headcanon he loves her hands a lot. We know that Rhae is always wearing rings and fiddles with them when she’s nervous. Since Daemon wears rings himself it’s an accessory that always catches his eye and I’m very sure he would always notice when she gets nervous and that’s when he takes her hands into his own to give her something to hold onto. (Not to mention that he loves the different touches of her hands which can be so soft and enduring but also fierce and confident as she seems herself)

[kingmakcr]

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THE YEARS HAVE HARDENED SER CRISTON. His patience was thin and his grace for the princess was even thinner. "Your grace," He greets her, more out of duty than respect. "The queen requests your presence in her chambers."

[breakbcnes]

"Aren't you a little bit too comfortable," (the cuddling thing we talked about)

Laying there with her, his head on her chest, Harwin could feel like the world revolved only around this room. Her fingers running through her hair calmed him down as they lay wrapped up together in each other’s arms. Naked bodies covered by the sheets, his arms around her waist, a deep chuckle leaves him. She no doubt felt the vibrations against her skin as he partially moved his head to look up at her with a soft smile. “I wouldn’t say I’m too comfortable, princess.” A small tease as he used her title. “I would say I’m just the right amount.” He doesn’t move, keeping his gaze on her in the small upward tilt of his head. “Or is it a crime to enjoy being in your arms?” This he adds knowing there might be some truth to it but in this moment, there was no crime. Not in his mind, they lay together out of love and nothing more. He wanted nothing from her but her love in return, her presence with him. After all, she had all of that from him and more. He would give everything for her. Well, expect moving from using her as his own personal pillow.

Random Asks | Accepting | @drcgnrider​

[mvndrvke]

@drcgnrider​ said : “You don’t have to be perfect. I’d never expect you to.”

Harwin looks up at Rhaenyra, brows furrowing slightly. The words shouldn’t startle him, no, but they still do. He’s Rhaenyra’s sworn protector, a member of the Kingsguard-- he owes her perfection. “I’ll protect you with everything I have,” he tells her, voice soft. “I’m not perfect, but I will never let you down, Princess. I promise.”

[mvndrvke]

@drcgnrider​ said : “You can squeeze my hand if you need to.” 

Theldry wishes she was stronger in this moment. She knows that Rhaenyra is suffering as well with the loss, but Harwin and Lyonel’s deaths terrifies her.  She has grown up surrounded by Targaryens-- godlike men and women with fire in their veins-- and yet fire had consumed her family and taken it all from her. It had broken her heart like a piece of pottery, and she was alone.

She squeezes Rhaenyra’s hand, setting the letter aside-- she can’t stand to look at it any longer. She looks at Rhaenyra with wide eyes. 

“I just can’t believe he’s gone,” she whispers.