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He was the son of Jon Arryn, he was Lord of the Vale by right of birth and yet he was never really Lord of anything until now, not properly. He was still recovering from years of damage he’d mother and Baelish had inflicted on him. Silent and almost invisible but damning all the same but he was well enough to understand the implications of what Little Finger’s execution meant; he was finally Lord of the Vale. Truly. Yet many didn’t seem as content as Lord and Lady Royce were. Most thought him too ill or frail to take up the mantle alone, those were the people he often imagined throwing out the moon door. Those thoughts didn’t come without guilt but they were there all the same, planted as seeds as a child from his dead, Lady mother.
Perhaps he would have been more thrilled had the choice of advisor been anyone but H I M.
Harry the Heir.
A living embodiment of everything Robin should have been but wasn’t. Healthy, strong, likeable, and handsome. A true Arryn many would say. Sometimes Robin would sulk in the mirror seeing more fish than falcon.
He kept his guard up that day, slightly more irritable than usual, making it a point to receive his new advisor while he sat on the weirwood throne. It was one of the few things that gave him confidence, that chair. Cerulean optics studied Harry, pushing his mother’s voice out of his head. “Of course,” he replied simply, his eyes falling on one of Lord Royce’s sons by law who stood by his side to protect him. When he felt secure enough his gaze shifted “Its…good to meet you cousin.”
Harrold always thought that he had a clear idea of how his future would work out. He knew that he would be the Lord of the Vale when Robin Aaryn died and since he was told that since birth, he held a sense of entitlement about him with the expectation that he would be the heir.
The last thing he thought was that he would be a pawn for Littlefinger and his constant games.
That all ended when the man died but Harrold still had to deal with Robin. The first time Harrold met him, he could not help but notice how different they were. Robin was sickly and had been sheltered too much by his mother and Harrold the opposite.
"It is good to meet you also, cousin. I hope that we can use my new position at your side to make the Vale greater than it is and so we can ensure a good and just rule for yourself. What are the most urgent matters that have been bought to your attention? I have heard some of the Lords and Ladies wanting a kind of memorial for Littlefinger. I think it would be best we oppose that. He was no good for this place.”
