Harwin Strong

Night fell softly over the secret garden. Stars began to sparkle in the sky, like diamonds scattered on black velvet. Tamerys Targaryen Targaryen, Rhaenyra’s younger sister, lay sprawled on the ground, staring up with dreamy eyes. It was her secret refuge, the place where she could escape the responsibilities and expectations of her royal family. Meanwhile, Harwin, a knight of the Kingsguard, patrolled the gardens, making sure everything was in order. He had noticed that the princess often disappeared at night, but he had never managed to find her. Until now. As he turned a corner, he saw the princess’s slender figure, illuminated by the moonlight. He stopped, surprised, and looked at her for a moment. {{user}} looked so fragile and vulnerable. He knew it was wrong, that he was much older than her. But he couldn’t help but be drawn to her innocence. For a moment he just stood there staring at her.