The Shadow of Winterfell Chapter 16

Hadrian Snow

The Westerosi equivalent of a date seemed to involve him, Arianne, along with scores of armed men-at-arms as company.

The rumors going around the Red Keep seemed to have some validity, in that there really was a betrothal in the works between Princess Arianne and himself. It only took a haggard looking Ned Stark returning from a small council meeting to inform him of such.

According to Ned, the betrothal was akin to a neat bow being put over the disaster involving the Mountain and Littlefinger. There was much fear of what Tywin Lannister’s reaction would be to Clegane’s demise, and combined with Oberyn Martell’s unruly actions in the melee, the realm was starting to tread a dangerous path. As such, the small council was desperately trying to fix the situation, and not have the realm fall into chaos like Littlefinger would have liked.

And it just so happened a betrothal between House Martell and House Stark would solve all their problems, or to be more specific; a betrothal between Arianne and himself. Such a union would link Dorne more strongly to the rest of the realm, all the while the incident with Clegane would be pushed under the rug and forgotten.

All of it just left Harry in a situation he found both amusing and very fitting to his character. All he had to do was marry Arianne Martell to stop the realm from imploding.

The seriousness of the situation was somewhat lost on Harry, yet Ned Stark was genuinely concerned about all of it. And because of his uncle’s concern, a horde of Stark guards had shown up as protection for his and Arianne’s first date.

It was weird to see so many men-at-arms guarding a bastard of all people, but Harry could understand where his uncle was coming from. Arianne Martell was one of the most important people in the realm, necessitating security at all times, and combined with the fact that both Littlefinger and the Mountain had tried to kill him…

Arianne had arrived with a score of handmaidens including her cousins as well as Ashara. The girl had dressed her best, wearing a form fitting dress that would’ve left him drooling if he had less self control. Even after seeing the likes of Fleur Delacour, Daphne Greengrass, and Narcissa Malfoy in his previous life, along with Val, Ashara Dayne, and Cersei Lannister in his current one, Harry still struggled to get his lust for Arianne under control.

It didn’t help that Arianne seemed to know exactly how sexy she was, along with how to use it. A touch here and there, a glaze of her fingers over his bicep, a moment where her hand rubbed his thigh. Harry would admit the Dornishwoman had seduction down to a science, to the point he had to use occlumency to actively resist falling for her charms.

She was underestimating him. It was becoming obvious she imagined him as some northern brute, and not someone who was nearly as intelligent as he was. That said, he knew that if Theon, Robb, or even Jon were in his place, Arianne would have them on a leash and barking like a dog already.

Finally, Harry simply got tired of her attempts at seduction, combined with flirtatious compliments. He knew he wasn’t playing it safe by trying to be so blunt, but he could only tolerate Westerosi customs so far. He spoke right as she leaned over to show off her cleavage. “You know, it’s not going to work.”

There was something in his tone that made her stiffen in her seat. “Pardon?”

“Your attempts to get my attention.” He explained. “Your act isn’t going to work.”

If his words affected her, she didn’t show it. In fact, the woman smirked deviously. “That you had to tell me to stop tells me it was working.”

He rolled his eyes, yet smiled slightly. Arianne looked at him closely then, a sudden seriousness entering her gaze. “Is it true that you’re the one who really controls the Hand and the small council? I’ve heard quite a bit about your supposed sorcery, but I would like to hear it from the source.”

She’s more blunt than I thought. Was his impression from her words, yet Harry decided to answer nonetheless. If things worked out, then the woman in front of him would end up as his wife, and it would be bad to start their relationship off by being untruthful. “My uncle is not one for courtly intrigue and the games Southerners play. He asked me to come south with him as he wanted my help, that is all.”

“And you don’t wish to rise higher than the shadow of your uncle?” Arianne tested him. “What is it that makes you so loyal to him? It can’t just be honor alone.”

“It’s not.” Harry answered truthfully.

He could care less about gold, honor, and fame, being things that motivated most men in Westeros. In his previous life as Harry Potter, had had possessed enough of those three things to last several lifetimes.

That wasn’t to mention the materialistic gap between his new life and what he had before. When comparing the world of Westeros to the things that existed in Magical Britain, or even muggle Britain, there wasn’t much anyone could do to bridge that gap.

And so Harry instead focused on different things in his new life. He traveled the North, made himself strong, protected his family, and even indulged in sex when he had never really done so in his previous world. All in, his new life as Hadrian Snow was focused on discovering new aspects of himself he didn't have as Harry Potter.

“Gold, honor, and whatever fame I can achieve here is meaningless to me.” He explained, while feeling quite irritated she was testing him. “Instead I try and find new things that are of true worth to my character. Something you wouldn’t be familiar with.”

“And why is that?” She nearly hissed.

“You’re used to men falling over themselves to impress you.” He stated. “But I’m not going to fall for that. Beauty is just that, something that holds no true worth, while true meaning comes from within. You won’t improve yourself until you find what you are missing as a person, not simply using what you already have.”

He wanted his future wife to be more than some some fuckable wench. Perhaps it was the old Harry Potter seeping into his line of thinking, but Harry wanted Arianne to explore herself more as a person rather than staying as she was.

“And how do I go about doing that?” She still sounded irritated, but Harry could tell she was listening intently to him.

“First, I’d start by not pretending your body is the only thing that matters.” She gaped at his answer, as if he had said something she had never considered before. “I’d like to get to know you more as a person, Arianne, and not have our relationship revolve around sex.”

She sighed then, yet he caught the slight smile on her lips. “Would that really be so bad?”

He let out a snort of amusement, knowing it would only be a matter of time till he had the Dornish Princess on her knees and taking his cock. But Harry didn't want to be too hasty, as this woman was to be his wife, and first impressions mattered. That didn’t mean he wanted to hold back entirely, as he dearly needed more women like Val in his life which he could trust with his secrets.

Harry looked around the gardens then, and surveyed where the closest guards were positioned relative to the two of them. Surrounded by so many people, watched by every guard, all while nearby servants eavesdropped on their conversation, it was… stifling.

“Want to get out of here and have some fun?” He suddenly asked.

Arianne looked at him strangely. “Harry, we can hardly leave. The guards would stop us.”

A smirk found itself onto his face, as he stood up and took her hand. “Just follow my lead.”

He led her away from the covered gazebo they had been sitting under, toward a nearby set of stairs that led into the keep. Already, he could hear the guards panicking as the two of them got away, yet Harry ignored their plight as Arianne followed behind him.

She followed him down the stairs, into the keep itself and around a corner before he stopped. Harry then reached into his pocket before pulling out a special item he had made himself. Reminiscent of his past life, Harry had managed to get his hands on an invisibility cloak. Although this was a cloak he had created himself, making it from Shadowcat fur which he then enchanted to have translucent properties.

“Harry, what is-” She inquired from behind him, staring at the translucent cloak with a bewildered expression. Her eyes went to his own then, before widening as he stared intently at her.

“You need to understand something, Arianne.” His eyes seemed to faintly glow with power in that moment, knowing that he was about to expose a part of himself to her. “I am not what you expect I am.”

He threw the invisibility cloak over the both of them in that moment, right as a group of guards turned the corner in their search for them.

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Margaery Tyrell

Everywhere she seemed to go, Ladies and Maids of the court seemed to point and whisper. It seemed that her secret had finally got out, and Margaery was unsure who to blame other than herself.

Her dalliance with Harry had finally become court gossip, as rumors began making their way through the Red Keep of their affair. Her best guess was Cersei Lannister, and that it was the Queen’s last gamble to prevent Margaery from marrying the Crown Prince. The Lannister Queen was known to be a bitter and petty woman, and would gladly spread rumors to hurt her reputation.

And other than Cersei, the only other person could be Arianne, which would make little sense. The girl was slated to be married to Harry, and wouldn’t want the betrothal ruined by some unfortunate rumors. That was unless the Princess of Dorne wanted the betrothal to fail, and Margaery couldn’t see that happening based on their last conversation.

She thought of Arianne, and how the Dornish Princess was probably already on her hands and knees as Harry’s massive cock pounded into her. The girl had made her intentions towards Hadrian Snow clear during the tourney, and the two bedding was practically unavoidable at that point.

All of this ran through her mind as the entered the Tyrell apartments in the guest wing of the Red Keep, finding Olenna Tyrell relaxing in a small garden off the main living area. “Is everything well, Grandmother?”

“More than well. In fact, this is everything we could have wanted, dear.” Olenna had a broad smirk on her face as she sipped from a glass of Dornish red. “Stark is going to wed that bastard of his to the Martell girl, and has eliminated the competition for you to become Queen.”

“But what of the rumors going around, Grandmother?” She bit her lip in worry. “Everybody knows about me and Harry being… you know.”

“Bah! Don’t even give such rumors a second thought.” Her grandmother dismissed her concerns with a wave of her hand. “It’s nothing more than baseless conjecture created by those jealous of your success, dear. Even if true, a fling with the man who killed the Mountain is hardly something to be embarrassed about.”

“Grandmother!” Margaery hissed, her cheeks tinting red in embarrassment.

“You have played your part better than I could’ve possibly imagined.” Olenna Tyrell complimented her sincerely. “Robert Baratheon has little choice other than to wed his heir to you, my dear. The relations between the Crown and the Lannisters is sure to sour after this latest scandal, and the Reach will then step in to provide when Tywin Lannister cannot.”

A plan was beginning to form in her mind as she sat there, listening to Olenna talk about her becoming Queen. As much as Margaery wanted to be Queen, she simply did not want to lose Harry. And yet, Harry was to be wed to Arianne Martell, meaning she would need an excuse for him to stay in King’s Landing.

It meant that Harry would need some sort of position in the Red Keep, one powerful enough to keep him and Arianne anchored to King’s Landing. That meant a position on the small council, which could possibly be arranged. As for Arianne, a spot as one of Margaery’s handmaidens might suffice as cover.

“And what of the marriage between Princess Arianne and Harry?” She asked, trying not to reveal her true feelings on the matter. “Are they to live in Dorne?”

Olenna hummed. “Unless the girl wishes to spend the rest of her days in the dreadful cold, then it is likely. Although I hear Doran doesn’t wish for her to succeed him, instead wanting Quentyn Martell to do so. As for now, it seems uncertain where they’ll end up entirely.”

Then they’ll be able to stay in King’s Landing, with me. She thought as her plan continued to form within the confides of her mind. It would make sense for Harry and Arianne to stay if given the proper incentives, and Margaery would have to come up with them. I’ll just need to convince the two of them to agree to everything.

That, and she would also have to speak with Arianne about sharing her man.

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Arianne Martell

She had always thought that she would be married off to a warrior. Strong knights, Lords skilled in arms, and hunky guards had always caught her interest, along with the interest of any woman.

Dorne was full of such hot-blooded males, some of whom even managed to get into her bed, and Arianne always figured she would marry such a man. And if not, then it would probably be that Targaryen boy across the sea, a heartthrob of a glimmering prince seeking vengeance for what happened to his family.

Instead she got something else entirely.

The strongest man in Westeros, a title given to him after defeating the Mountain of all people, was someone more sophisticated than she could’ve possibly imagined.

The fact he didn’t outright succumb to her curves made Arianne want to scream. Her strongest asset was practically negated immediately, and from there it only got worse. A one-sided slap down of a conversation that left her reeling and feeling more useless than ever.

Her entire life had been focused on trying to outdo her father’s machinations. It had all been a practice in futility and purposeless, and Arianne had only realized that fact now. And it was Harry who made her realize it.

She didn’t know whether to yell at the man or try and fuck his brains out after that conversation. And knowing her, that second one would be the ultimate outcome.

But their outing didn’t stop there, as soon the bastard was leading her away from her guards before throwing a weird cloak over her head. It made the both of them unseeable, as the men-at-arms simply walked past them without even getting a whiff of their presence.

That cloak of his was clearly magic, and she had to wonder if Harry truly was some sort of sorcerer. She had seen the flames coming off his body in the tourney after all, and knew that some of his feats in the melee defied basic sense.

It wasn’t something that scared her, as instead Arianne felt her loins stir like never before. She was interested in Hadrian Snow unlike any other man who had captivated her attention up until that point.

So it was as they walked under that strange, magical cloak that she began to make her move. There was only so much space to maneuver with two people packed so tightly together, as her body would sometimes collide with his own. Her ass was simply too fat and unwieldy sometimes, and it was hardly her fault it continued to collide with his crotch.

“Stop that. You minx of a woman.” He muttered under his breath, but Arianne could hear the strain in his voice from restraining his lust.

A few more collisions as her bum accidentally hit against his crotch, and Arianne could feel his manhood beginning to stir. She pushed herself back and against his front then, as his clothed, growing cock was pressed against her big bum.

He’s huge. That was the first thought in her head. And despite not seeing his cock fully, she could already tell he was much bigger than all of her previous lovers. That particular thought made her excited, knowing her husband wasn’t going to disappoint her in the bedroom.

It was as they passed an alcove that she dragged him aside and behind a break in the wall where no one would see them. The magical cloak was thrown off, as Arianne found herself on her knees and pulling down his trousers with a bit of desperation.

“Arianne? What are you-”

“I’m not waiting.” She stated as she undressed him. “I need this.”

She had always been a little sex-crazed, and had fully lived up to the Dornish stereotype of having whores for women. And as much as she tried, Arianne simply could not wait to have some sort of fun with Harry. Even if he made it clear he wanted to take things slow, and get to know her as a person, her lust was simply too great.

His trousers came undone then, falling to the ground, as Arianne’s eyes widened as her mouth went agape. A massive cock sprung up, thick to the point of being scary, and long enough to act like a weapon. It heaved upwards before falling down under its own weight, all while two ginormous balls rested underneath.

“By the Mother!” Her eyes were wide like never before. “I didn’t know they got this big!”

“I’m just special.” His deep voice made her shiver. “Now that you’ve seen my cock, what are you going to do now?”

Arianne licked her lips, as a certain excitement filled her. While other maidens would have been terrified or intimidated by being in her situation, she was practically bouncing up and down with joy.

She grasped his length, causing his cock to bounce with excitement in her grasp, before she lined up his massive cockhead with her lips. She had to open her mouth wide, her lips stretching around his length before she forced her head forwards and toward his crotch.

That was when her eyes flicked upwards, making eye contact with him. It was a trick she had learned from her cousins, being that men fell apart when you made eye contact with them while sucking their cock. True to form, she could see Harry’s expression strain, his eye go wide as he looked right back at her.

Suddenly, a hand—his hand—latched onto the back of her head. His cock was shoved into her mouth, before slamming into the back of her throat and then downwards. Tears sprouted at the edge of her eyes, the urge to gag becoming real before she pushed it away. H-He’s taking control?! How can any man be this rough?!

No one had ever done something like this to her in the bedroom. She was the Princess of Dorne, not some cheap whore, and yet Harry seemed to care less as he began forcefully fucking her throat.

She should have been outraged, should’ve raged and resisted before ordering her guards to execute him, and yet Arianne didn’t have the motivation to do any of those things. Instead she enjoyed it, enjoyed the way he used her body to his heart’s content, all while his cock continued to slam in and out of her throat.

“Fuck, I’m getting close.” He groaned, and Arianne felt her own core heating up.

His thrusts became rougher and more forceful, his cock hard as steel while saliva and precum mixed to create a concoction which poured from her lips. Her pussy was soaked, her outfit drenched, all while Harry’s release got closer and closer.

When he came, he didn’t warn her, instead pulling her head tight against his crotch before his load erupted. She could feel the sheer amount of cum he produced being deposited straight down her throat. Meanwhile Arianne’s eyes rolled up into her skull, her pussy going through its own orgasm as her body shook in his tight grasp.

Finally, when his load was done he pulled back, his nasty saliva and cum-coated cock being revealed as Arianne heaved for breath. She fell over from the excitement and exertion of it all, her lungs desperately gasping for air while she tried to get her thoughts in order.

It was only when she finally managed to orient herself and look upwards, that she saw Harry was nowhere to be found.

Disclaimer: All Characters are over the Age of 18

A/N:

Harry’s insane logic: “I refuse to have hoe for a wife.”

More Harry x Arianne coming next chapter