Apologies for lack of updates, I stupidly fell from a ladder and did damage to my back. But hopefully, now that I can sit up again, I can get back to writing. Hope you enjoy a little bit of Harrold.

"My lady............" A cheery voice came. (Y/n) instantly sitting up and seeing the smiles of her maids. Her eyes darting to the place that Harrold had been occupying, when she had fallen asleep. The younger Arryn breathing a sigh of relief, as she saw that it was only her in the bed.

"Is everything alright, my lady..........? You seem a little flushed........." The oldest of the maids said, as she came to sit on the bed, and placed the back of her hand to the lady's forehead.

"I.........I'm fine Olira. I just..........I didn't sleep. I was tossing and turning all night." (Y/n) explained, giving the older female a smile, before the covers were pulled from her. The lady helped from the bed so that she could be dressed for the day.

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(Y/n) sat at the dressing table, as her maids fussed with her hair. The lady's eyes focused on her reflection in the mirror. She didn't look any different; she appeared the same as she had before Harrold had made his way to her room. But she certainly felt different. (Y/n) wondering if her maids could sense this difference; if they could see it, when she couldn't. If somehow, they could tell that her maidenhood had been taken, by the handsome Lord Commander. Yet as none of them had said anything, she had to trust that their secret was safe.

"Is Ser Westerling outside...........?" (Y/n) asked, as she rose so that she could be dressed.

"Oh yes, my lady. He is waiting dutifully outside. I swear if that man was not a Kingsguard, I would think that he was your suitor............."

"What.................?" (Y/n) asked, as she turned to look at the maid.

"What........what would make you say that? Ser Westerling is the most loyal..........."

"Oh, I didn't mean anything by it, my lady. All I meant was.........well, Ser Westerling is so good with you. And I never see him smile other than when he is with you. He is usually quite gruff with everyone else; but with you.........And he may be an older man, but we have all noticed that you would make quite the couple, if he were not a Kingsguard..........." The maid explained nervously, as she fumbled with the strings on (Y/n)'s dress.

"I am sorry, Arah. I didn't mean to be so short with you. As I said, I didn't sleep well. My apologies..............." (Y/n) replied, kissing the maid on the cheek, before pulling the strings from Arah's hands and tying them, herself. The lady knowing that the sooner that she was dressed, the sooner she would be able to see Harrold.

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Harrold had woken before the sun had begun to rise, his eyes looking to the beautiful naked woman, that slumbered peacefully in his arms. Lover, the thought seemed strange to him; but she wasn't just the good sister of the king, the woman that he had been ordered to guard, anymore; she was now his lover too. And though it had meant that he had broken his oath of chastity, though he should perhaps feel guilty for giving in to his desires for her, he couldn't; (Y/n) was most definitely worth it. The younger Arryn making him feel like a man, reminding him what he had been missing out on for so long. The sounds that she had made, the taste and smell of her, still filling his senses, as he carefully combed his fingers through her long hair. The Lord Commander smiling to himself, as the lady murmured and snuggled a little further into his side.

As much as he wanted to stay in the bed; as much as he wanted to watch her and be the first thing that she saw when she woke, Harrold knew that he couldn't. It would not be long before the servants started to move around the Keep. It would not be long before his lady's maids, would come to dress her for the day; so, despite his desire to just lay there for the rest of the day, he knew that he had to go, for both their sakes. The Kingsguard slowly, reluctantly, moving himself from (Y/n)'s side. Harrold kissing her forehead, before dressing and making his way from her room, using the secret passage that he had taken the night before.

He had looked at himself in his small mirror, as he had donned his armour. He didn't look any different; he appeared the same as he had done before he had broken the oath that he had kept for so long. Yet he felt different; he felt a happiness. And though he was aware that his liaison with the falcon would have to remain secret, as long as he could be with her again; as long as she wanted to be with him, he had a feeling that that happiness would remain a part of him. Harrold giving himself one last look, before fastening his cloak to his armour and making his way out of the door. The Lord Commander nodding to the maids, that had arrived to help their lady, as he took his usual place outside (Y/n)'s room and waited patiently to see his exquisite lover.

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"You look beautiful; even more beautiful than usual, my lady.............." Arah said, as she and the other maids put the finishing touches to the sister of the queen. (Y/n) smiling, as she gave herself one last look in the mirror. Her heart beating at a pace, as she once more thought about the man that stood on the other side of the door. The lady hoping that despite her inexperience with men, Harrold would want to come back to her; that what they had shared, had not just been for one night. Yet she wouldn't know whether this was the case, unless she saw him; unless they could be alone and speak. The lady smiling at her maids, before making her way over to the door and opening it. Her smile only growing, as the handsome older Kingsguard turned to look at her.

"Good morning, Ser Westerling.............."