The Bargain Pt2 (1.1k Words)

The Bargain pt2 (1.1k words)

Harwin Strong x Fem Mormont reader 

Smut Minors be gone

“Dear sister, might I say you look more like mother with each passing day. How have you been.” Alara’s twin brother Alastor asked “Besides being engaged without my knowledge and shipped off in a matter of days, perfectly fine.” She said with a sour tone “Ah yes sorry about that dear sister it appears father has finally given up on the idea of me marrying someone.” You both chuckled, it had become clear since your mother's death 3 years ago, duty was the last thing on your brother's mind. 

“But from what I’ve heard in my travels, House Strong is by far the most noble, and loyal house in the south you will be in good hands. But if not, send word and I will rally the North to come to your aid and bring you home, remember this sister.” Alastor hugged Alara while smoothing a hand in her back to ease the tension they both felt. While Alastor travelled a lot, he never stayed away too long, he loved his sister. They’d become each other's rock in recent years and neither of them could fathom how they would live without the other. 

“One question sister, have you told this news to your friend yet he’ll want to know.” Alara knew of who he spoke, while she had been a dutiful daughter and heir; she could not always be righteous. Since her mothers death she’s begun to see a knight in her fathers army and she’d been indulging in this secret for two years now. Only her brother knew, after seeing them sneaking around in the caverns around the castle, while sneaking in himself from a night of indulging at a nearby brothel. “I have not, he’s been busy all month, but what will I say to him? We did not have anything serious outside of taking care of needs, but it feels wrong to do it.” 

Alara did not love Ser Mancen but she felt connected with him; he'd been there while she cried in the tombs under the castle for her mother to come back. “I will tell him tonight when he returns from duty.” With that she kissed her brother's cheek and walked off to her chambers in desperate need of a warm bath.

 Alara had just finished her bath and was dressing into her night robes, deciding to skip dinner knowing she'd be alone. Her father had left for some business. Knock Knock “Enter.” Another round of knocking was heard as Alara walked to her door, but soon realized the knocking was not coming from her chamber door but the one behind her tapestry. She knew who it was and she could not be happier for a distraction. “My Lady, I hope I’m not interrupting anything important.” Mancen Cerwyn, her lover, spoke as he pulled her into his large body. It had been a month since they’d seen each other and he wasted no time in showing her how much he’d missed her. He pulled into a heated kiss. She did not deny as he began to walk her back to her bed. “Mm we have to speak of a very important matter.” Alara tried to speak as he continued his assault further down her neck undoing the laces her handmaidens had just done. “I heard from your brother's lover two days ago and I came to say let’s make the time we do have count.”

 As he said that the remaining restraint left her as she let him push her down on the bed as he finished pulling off her dress. He stared at her as if commuting the sight to memory as he knew he’d likely never see the sight again. “Now darling do you want to ease into it or do you want me to have my way with you.” Mancen asked as he loosened his belt and breeches, shirt long discarded “ We have all night into next morning my father is away and my brother doesn’t care. I want you to do everything to me.” With those words he kneels at the edge of her bed between her legs where he knew she’d be soaked and he was correct. “ Looks like you tried solving your problems yourself and couldn’t finish by the way you're dripping all over the sheets.” He laughed and before she could protest he inserted two fingers, knuckle deep, slowing setting and agonizing pace “Please Mace” “What is it pretty, speak up” he teased he continued his assault on her. “What if I traveled with you as your sworn shield and we’d never have to end this.” Mancen tried to persuade as he picked up his pace “Huh, as convincing as it sounds- it wouldn’t be wise. We both know that sooner or later you will be married off and I have duties to fulfill.” Alara knew the reason her father was urgent in the matter was due to the fact that neither House Strong nor House Mormont had heirs for their houses, and she did not want her childrens legitimacy to be doubted. “Enough of this somber talking, I need to feel you. All of you mace please.”

With that Mancen slipped his finger out of her and used the slick over himself to ease the tension. Setting a slow pace, his hands began to wander over her milky skin, he sucked on her neck where he knew she was sensitive. She reached her hands into his black silky hair, gently tugging the way he loved. “You need to calm down honey, you said we had all night. I won't last all night if you keep going like this.”  She giggled as he spent up causing her to drag her nails down his back. Suddenly her door swung open revealing her brother looking every bit disheveled and shocked as they, quickly covering their bodies with a blanket, Alara screamed. “Alastor, what in seven hells are you doing.” Without explaining, Alastor rushed to gather Mancen’s clothes, shoving them into his hands. “Father has returned earlier than expected. Practically dragged me out of the tavern I was in, he informed me of a feast we are having tonight to celebrate your departure and betrothal.” Alastor seethed as he collected his sister's gown, handing it to her and turning around.

“What do you mean, we dont leave for another 3 days?” Alara asked as Macen helped her dress into a suitable gown. “Turns out father is very eager to leave he is making me attend as well in hopes of me finding a bride in the south.” Alastor rolled his eyes. Alara looked into Mancens steel gray eyes, sadly running her hands down his face. “Looks like ill be playing wife sooner than we both wanted.” With those words, Alara and her brother departed, leaving Mancen to dress and disappear the way he came.

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The Bargain Pt.3 (1.4k words)

“How long will you be gone for?” The tension in the room was suffocating as I watch her face the flames.

 “I will leave for Harrenhal in two days and I will not return for four moons. When I do return I will be a married man and my wife will live as a noble woman representing the north in the capital.” I sigh as I finish what is left in my cup. “I assume I don’t have to say it, but I will for clarity. We cannot continue our ‘alliance’ after I am married, it may be arranged and without love but she does not deserve that.”

 She keeps staring into the fire,the twitch of her hand showing her dislike for the situation. “I know and it appears my father has also arranged for me to marry Sir Laenor Velaryon.” She stands up and walks over to me and I stand up as well. She puts her hands against my face and rubs my cheek. “We know our duties and we must do them. But remember you will always hold a piece of my heart.” 

“And you a piece of mine.” I lean down to meet her lips in the middle. This kiss had a bitter taste, a reminder of the end. An end to what could have been a great life together. Before it goes forward, I separate our lips and grab my cloak to depart back to my chambers. “Princess, have a good night.”... 

   I arrive at my chambers and see my father sitting at my desk with a scroll in his hands. “Father what brings you here at this late hour?” I sit in the chair facing him as he silently hands me the scroll, the seal is that of House Mormont. “They have decided to leave 3 days early so we’re riding out tonight. I’ve asked the chambermaids to pack your clothes and you pack your other things. I have arranged our early departure already and sent your brother ahead to Harrenhal.” I sit there without much response and my father seems to notice. “Harwin, I turn a blind eye to your indiscretions, but it’s time to take your place as the heir to Harrenhal. I tried to convince the king to allow you and Princess Rhaenyra to be wed but he declined, I am sorry my son.” With those words my father kisses my head and leaves, I assume to prepare his own things. As I begin to pack I remember telling Rhaenyra I would see her in the morning during her stroll, but it appears I will not be able to.

   “Father must we ride out at night, isn't it safer during the day?” My father scoffs and mounts his horse. 

   “My son, we live in kings landing. It is never safe. The sun only frightens the new criminals; the ones you should fear are always out. We will be fine. I summoned some of the guards from Harrenhal to escort us, they are waiting outside the city.”

 I take one last look at the red keep before turning and following my father towards the outer gates of the city. 

   “So father, what do you know of my soon to be wife? I would like to know what kind of lady I am to wed.” I ask as we settle in pace after crossing the gates.

    “You can think however you want of her; I made sure to find you a match to keep you on your toes. She is the younger twin of Corbin Mormont and while her brother Alastor doesn’t have a useful bone in his body, she has upheld the Mormont name with her father.Lady Alara has earned the name Iron claw because of her unique fighting style. She uses two steel swords. Originally meant for her to share with her brother upon her mothers death, but her brother decided he wanted no part in upholding the family name.

“She has no qualms with being given the brunt of the responsibilities that would’ve been given to her brother as the oldest?”

“Northern women are very different from those of our land son. From what her father has told me and what I have personally witnessed, she has always wanted to take over the responsibilities of the house and has no problem fighting for its name.”

“Is this your way of ensuring our house's security; marrying me to a woman with only the house's concerns in mind.” He only laughed before continuing.

“Before Lord Mormont reached out to me he feared for her life because she turned down a marriage proposal from Lord Cregan Stark's nephew who threatened her if she didn’t accept. Apparently she laughed in front of the whole of Winter fell; when he tried to reach for her, she landed him right at the feet of Lord Cregen himself.”

 I was taken aback by what I heard. “So she’s crazy with a sharp tongue and carry’s weapons meant for two. Well father I’ll say you’ve outdone yourself this time.” 

Father laughs but stops and says one more thing. “She didn’t agree to this Union either, her father arranged it giving her little room to argue. She will go along with it but she will fight you at every possible point. And any excuse she finds to ruin the alliance she will use, be very cautious of her.” 

“If she is so against it, why did her father entertain the idea? It seems more logical for him to marry her to a northern lord instead of shipping her off.”

“It is a good match for our house; an alliance with the Mormonts will secure our standing in the North. I know it is not what you wanted and believe me I tried to get you the match you wanted, but the cards were not in your favor. Now it is time to make the best of what you have been given, we have neglected Harrenhal for far too long. It is now your duty to uphold House Strong, why not a bride to match the name.” After that we rode in silence, giving me plenty of time to think.

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“Father, will you also be meddling in my life the way you have with my baby sister?” Alastor asks as he hangs out of the carriage window, choosing to sleep off his hangover instead of riding with us.

“Alastor, why would I put a lady through the task of making you a loyal man. Your sister has proven her place and deserves the respect to be able to stand on her own, however we live in a society that does not recognize a woman's power.” My father speaks as I choose to listen.

“Bet you wish you would've been just a little less helpful, dear sister?” Alastor asks as he leans over and displaces the remains of his night.

“I agree with father, ever since the incident with Lord Creagans nephew, a southern man from a good noble house sounds like a dream. I do not agree with how this engagement was made, but there are far worse matches I could have been given.” 

“ I understand that, but you know of the rumors surrounding the former head of city watch no?” Alastor eyes my father as if he has made a terrible error, but now he cannot leave me with questions.

I pull a flask from my saddlebag and dangle it just out of his reach. “Tell me about these rumors, dear brother.” His eyes bounce between my flask and my father.

“Those rumors are unproven, nothing more than talk in brothels. But just so you are not surprised when you do hear of them I will tell you. Sir Harwin was rumored to be crown princess Rheanyra’s lover, most of the rumors blossomed from him being her sworn shield.”

“But lets not forget how he almost killed that queens guard who asked if he was more invested than simply protecting her wellbeing.” Alastor said while snatching the flask out of my hand.

“Rumors or not I will not be made a fool of, he is used to the spineless southern women. He has never encountered a northern one.If they are proven true he will have to make a choice: his house or her.” I say and choose to end the conversations by riding faster to the front of the carriage. If he wants to play in the shadows I will create the fires to burn away the cover he creates. Neither of us will have comfort in this life.