The Kingsguard quickly caught up to his charge. Falling into step behind her. Doing his best to not look like he was as flustered as he felt. A little of him wasn't sure what was going on. Whether she had meant what he actually thought she did.

Whether she had realised what she had said, he didn't know. But he had to admit that it felt as though she had meant every word. He had felt the heat from her skin as she had kissed him. But what he was to do with that information, he wasn't too sure. What he was to do about it, if anything, he was even less sure.

There was no denying that the lady was beautiful. That to call the younger Arryn his, would be a privilege for any man. But he was a Kingsguard. He had taken an oath. An oath of chastity. An oath to refrain from concerning himself with women. And up until this point, he had never questioned that oath. Not even for a moment. Wearing the white cloak and serving his king, was an honour. He was proud of who and what he was. But as he continued to follow his charge through the corridors and up the stairs. His eyes taking in the form of the pale haired woman in front of him. Taking in the movement of her rounded hips as she took each step. Taking in how her gown fitted the curves and dips of her body, perfectly. Taking in her hair that swayed slightly with every step. The knight suddenly getting the urge to lose his fingers in those silver tresses. To use that hair to hold her close, as he kissed her. To hold her head still, as he pushed himself into her hot, wet mouth. His own groans of pleasure filling his ears.

"I think that I will retire for the evening. Thank you, Ser Westerling." (Y/n) suddenly said, as she turned to look at him. Harrold finally realising that they were outside the door to her rooms. The Kingsguard seeing the look in her eyes as she stared up at him. Seeing the mixture of emotions in her beautiful orbs. Sure, that he should say something. That he should perhaps do something to placate the nervousness that she obviously felt. The Kingsguard instead doing what he would usually do and nodded in reply.

"You're welcome, my lady. Good night." He replied. Harrold feeling a sick sensation grow in the pit of his stomach, as she gave in a small, sad smile before entering her room. The Kingsguard able to catch her maids scurrying around her, before the heavy wooden ingress closed fully.

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She couldn't look backwards; the door closing behind her, as her maids scurried around her like startled mice. She knew that she had said too much. Said things that she shouldn't. Harrold was a good man. A proud man. A loyal man to her cousin, her sister and the family, and it was wrong that she put the idea that she wanted more than for him to be her guard, in his head. That she had even kissed him on the cheek. (Y/n) chastising herself for not only doing that, but for also losing her heart to a man that she knew that she couldn't have. But, how could she not? He made her feel safe. Made her feel protected. He was handsome and when he let down his guard, he could actually be quite funny. A man that under any other circumstances she would be delighted to be wed to, even if she doubted that her family would allow her to marry a simple knight. But none of that mattered. Things were as they were. He was a Kingsguard and that was that. All she hoped that she could do now, was apologise to him in the morning. Hope that they could move on, and things could go back to as they had been. The lady hating the idea that he would go to the king and ask to be given another duty. That she could end up with another guard.

"Milady. Is everything alright................?" One of her maids enquired, as she saw the look on the lady's face. The usually happy queen's sister strangely quiet and gloomy.

"Yes, Ilyana. I am fine. Just a little tired that's all." (Y/n) replied with a soft sigh, as Ilyana and the other ladies removed her heavy gown and replaced it with a light nightgown, before escorting her to the bed. The three maids curtsying before leaving the room.

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Ser Westerling stood outside the lady's rooms. Outwardly, and as far as anyone else would be concerned, his attention was on the scene that was in front of him. Inwardly on the other hand, he was in the room behind him. He was with the lady. Wondering what he would say to her. What he would do if he were in there. But he knew that he was only lying to himself if he did say that he didn't know what he would do. He might be a Kingsguard, but he had been a man first. And his mind was now filling with images of exactly what he would do to her. How he would be a man, with her. How he would pull the nightgown from her body and touch her warm, soft skin. How he would kiss, lick and bite at her flesh. How he would show her what only he could do for her. How he would give her exactly what she wanted. But all that was easier said than done. It wasn't as if she were just a simple woman. One of the many servants that kept the great castle alive. She was a lady. The King's cousin and good sister. The queen's sister. His charge. A woman from the best of families. A woman, that even if he wasn't a Kingsguard, would unlikely be allowed to be with him. And then there was his oath. Could he live with himself if he broke his vow of chastity, even if he didn't break anything else. Would he feel as though he had betrayed everything that he believed in?

"My apologies, Ser............" One of the maids said, as she and the others left the ladies rooms. Harrold turning to see all three women curtsying before making their way out into the castle. The Kingsguard deciding as he looked at the door, that after he was relieved of his duties that night, part of his oath would be broken.