The Shadow of Winterfell Chapter 10

Hadrian Snow

So this is Jon Snow’s Mother? Harry couldn’t help but think that as he studied Lady Dayne. He had grown up hearing whispers about Jon Snow’s Mother being Ashara Dayne, yet had never looked deeper into the matter. Of course, there was also the incentive not to look deeper into it, especially when Ned was so tight lipped and Lady Stark was so sensitive about the subject.

That said, Harry could see why Catelyn Stark would worry so much about Jon’s parentage, especially when the Dornishwoman in front of him would put her own beauty to shame. The woman’s irrational fear about some husky Dornish bimbo coming North to steal her husband was totally real in his mind, even if he didn’t approve of how she treated Jon growing up.

The three of them stood within the confines of the Hands tower, himself, Ashara, and Ned meeting in Hand’s private office high up within the tower. His uncle sat behind his desk, looking pained for some odd reason, while Ashara Dayne sat stiffly across from him.

The Lady of Starfall had asked him to grant an audience with his uncle, to which Harry had acquiesced. While not any average noblewoman could get a personal audience with the Hand of the King, he was sure that his uncle would make an exception for the Lady of House Dayne. And there was the other matter of the woman being astonishingly beautiful, to the point even Harry struggled to deny her.

And that led to where they were now, as Harry didn’t dare speak a word as Ashara Dayne and Ned Stark stared at one another. The atmosphere in the room was heavy, reminiscent of sorrow and loss than of anything else. It didn’t take a scholar to figure out why, as Ned had slayed the woman’s brother during the Rebellion after all.

His uncle finally shifted uncomfortably before he spoke. “I can’t say I expected to see you when I travelled south.”

“Well, it’s not like I can visit Winterfell with that Tully wife of yours hanging around.” The woman said those words more as a statement of fact, rather than out of pettiness. “So when I heard news of your journey south, I decided a visit was in order.”

“Why exactly did you come here, Ashara?” Ned sounded exhausted as he voiced those words.

“Would you believe me if I said it was on a whim?”

“No.”

“Then you’ll have to form your own conclusions, whatever those may be.”

“I’m a married man, Ashara, and one with multiple children.” Ned said tightly. “If you came here seeking something…”

Lady Dayne nearly grimaced in turn. “I am aware that our relationship ended a long time ago, and reminiscing only makes me think about far-fetched it all was. I didn’t journey here to seek infidelity, but rather to help you.”

“To help me?” Ned repeated.

“This city likes to take everything you love and trample it, leaving only monsters in its wake.” She spoke bitterly. “I figured that you of all people deserved help, and it also coincided with my decision to leave Starfall after so many years of isolation.”

“And what help can you possibly provide me, my Lady?”

She raised a challenging brow. “I can probably do something about the various court Ladies and spies trying to get to you, and even put an end to that odd sorcerer rumor which is spreading.”

“Rumors about sorcery?” Ned looked bewildered.

Harry coughed. “There are rumors spreading about you being a Sorcerer, my Lord. The rumors say you’ve used sorcery to achieve everything you’ve accomplished so far, even going as far as to put King Robert under your spell.”

“By the Old Gods and the new.” Ned sighed. “What else have I missed?”

“As I was saying, you will need my help.” Ashara smirked. “And not just you, as moments ago I saved your nephew from the Tyrells. That flower of theirs nearly got her claws in him.”

Ned turned to him, looking deeply unimpressed, but Harry quickly dashed his concerns. “I knew exactly what Margaery Tyrell was up to when she approached me, Uncle. I assure you, I’m not one to think with my cock like Theon does.”

“You looked ready to fuck her rotten.” Ashara said crassly, earning his ire. “And that was exactly what that whore wanted. Hells, most of the Ladies in this keep do exactly that to get ahead. Why, there was one girl Elia ran into years ago who could take three-”

“As much as I would enjoy discussing court intrigue.” Ned interrupted, looking equal parts miffed and amused. “I do not need your help with my duties, Ashara. I am already aware of what exactly this city is, and especially what it does to those in it. Did you forget that my father and brother were murdered in this very keep?”

The woman’s eyes narrowed, and yet she kept her composure.

“Oh no, you won’t be getting rid of me that easy, Ned.” She stated harshly. “Push me away now, and I’ll make sure everyone knows who Jon Snow’s real mother is.”

Harry’s brows rose in surprise, suddenly having more questions than answers, but that didn’t compare to Ned’s own reaction. His uncle froze and went deathly pale, and Harry worried the man might have a medical emergency in that very moment. Luckily, he recovered, going from deathly pale to sweating profusely.

His uncle tried to growl, but he sounded more like a wounded animal. “You wouldn’t dare-”

“Would I?! I’ve had to pretend to be some estranged lover of yours for years at this point! And not just that, I’ve even had to allow rumors of bearing a bastard and having my maidenhood sullied by you. Trust me, I’d be more than happy to deny all of it.”

Each word seemed like a heavy blow to Lord Stark, and Harry was considering intervening at that point. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and a guard entered before bowing. “Apologies, Lord Stark, but Lady Olenna Tyrell, as well as Lady Margaery Tyrell, are urgently asking to meet with you.”

“It seems the Tyrells didn’t waste any time.” Ashara quietly grumbled something similar to what Harry was thinking.

“This isn’t over.” Ned said, standing up suddenly. “I have to see what the Tyrells want, but we will continue this conversation later.”

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Margaery Tyrell

“Are you sure this is a good idea, Grandmother?”

“Good? Gods no. But this way we’ll be sure to speak with Ned Stark before Dorne can intervene. So quit your worrying, dear. Stark’s brat said to contact him directly, and so that’s what we’re here to do.”

Margaery had informed her Grandmother about her interaction with Harry Snow and Ashara Dayne, only for the woman to immediately set course for the Hand’s tower without wasting a moment. Olenna seemed believe that Ashara Dayne was likely trying to influence Ned Stark into favoring Arianne Martell as the next Queen, something that both her Grandmother and Margaery desperately didn’t want to see happen.

They soon arrived at the entrance to the Hand’s residence, where dozens of Stark guardsmen greeted them. A request to meet with the Hand of the King from Olenna Tyrell, which sounded more like a nasty demand, and soon enough Eddard Stark descended the tower’s stairs to greet them.

“Lady Olenna.” Lord Stark finally greeted them, looking worn as he headed their way.

Ned Stark looked different from what Margaery expected. He wasn’t exceptionally tall, nor did he have the rugged northern look to him, but rather a more calm, competent demeanor. It went against what she was expecting, being the strong, northern brute who ruled the North with an iron fist.

But she guessed it was to be expected of the Rebellion’s strategist, the same man who dealt devastating defeats to the Targaryens at Stoney Sept and the Trident with his brilliant mind for strategy. Eddard Stark had cemented himself in Westerosi history for those feats alone, along with being Robert Baratheon’s most trusted man in the quest to end the Targaryen Dynasty.

He did defeat Arthur Dayne, after all. Margaery recalled, feeling her eyes widen slightly at that particular fact. It went to show just how dangerous Lord Stark would be as an enemy, having accomplished so many impressive feats that all of them could nearly fill an entire book.

It just shows how important it is to gain the Starks as an ally. She reminded herself, as Lord Stark led them through the Hand’s tower and to a large dining hall for them to feast in. Soon Harry joined them, and Margaery felt herself unintentionally smile at his entrance.

Ned Stark’s nephew happened to sit next to her with the seating arrangements as they were, and Olenna shot her an imploring glance. I won’t fail, Grandmother.

“I had received word of your presence in the city, and did not expect to see you so soon, Lady Olenna.” Ned Stark said as they sat.

“With the way things move these days, I figured contacting you earlier would be better.” Olenna Tyrell nursed a cup of wine. “Especially with so many southern Ladies from Dorne and beyond scrambling over each other to meet with the esteemed Lord Stark.”

Ned Stark’s eyes narrowed, and yet he ignored the probe about Dorne. “I’ll admit that things have been moving quickly since I became Hand.”

“And I’ve heard quite a few choice words about your decisions upon becoming Hand of the King. I must say I underestimated the impact you Starks would have on this city.” Olenna didn’t restrain her tongue whatsoever. “Ransacking the City Watch? Raiding the brothels owned by your fellow Master of Coin? Your so-called Second Hour of the Wolf has frightened quite a few people.”

“I’m surprised someone from the Reach would be so direct.” Stark seemed mildly taken back, and yet he smiled at her Grandmother’s crassness. “Perhaps I should answer with a question of my own? What exactly do you want with me, Lady Olenna?”

Her Grandmother smiled back. “Northern honesty, how refreshing. And here I was worried about having to dance around the issue. Simply put, I would like for you to negotiate with King Robert for my granddaughter to be the next Queen.”

Margaery felt like sighing, while even Lord Stark looked quite astonished by the woman’s audacity. “That is quite a steep ask, Lady Olenna. Have you not considered meeting with the royal family directly?”

“Bah! The Queen already laughed off our offer, no doubt wanting her son to take some malleable Lannister bride. And everyone knows the King is too busy fucking whores to deal with such things!”

Lord Stark grimaced, but didn’t argue like Margaery expected. “Still, you ask too much of me.”

“Oh? You think I would ask for such a favor without giving anything in turn?” Olenna sat back in her chair and folded her hands comfortably. “You name it, gold, wheat, maidens to marry up North, and House Tyrell will provide.”

Lord Stark’s fingers drummed against the table, and Margaery could only wonder what the man would eventually demand in return. But that was not her problem, as from then on her Grandmother would handle the Stark Lord while she set her sights on his nephew.

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Hadrian Snow

A casual touch here and there, suggestive smirks, and that seductive stare she was so good at pulling off. Harry knew exactly what Margaery Tyrell was trying to accomplish, especially after Ashara called her out earlier, but he still found himself falling for it.

The brunette Tyrell was unimaginably sexy, despite having a moderately above-average body, yet her beautiful facial features and sexual eloquence made up for it. The woman seemed to have been trained her entire life for what she was doing now, and Harry knew he would lose if things kept on as they were.

“You know,” Harry finally said, breaking the rhythm of their game of teasing. “I’ll admit you’re very good at this, but you still haven’t completely fooled me with this act.”

“Who said it was an act?” One of her eyebrows rose challengingly as she purred. “Maybe I’m just captivated by such a strong, handsome, powerful northerner like you?”

His uncle and Olenna Tyrell had left to negotiate further in Ned’s office, leaving Harry and Margaery alone to do as they wished. Of course, the Reach maiden had metaphorically pounced on him once they were truly alone, and he was soon on the back foot as she teased him relentlessly.

He snorted. “I’d say you were a fool.”

“Oh? Then perhaps you can help this poor, foolish girl, Harry?” She fluttered her eyelashes, her hand landing on his chest. “Helping poor maidens is something that strong, northern men like you are for, no?”

“Perhaps.” He indulged her. “But why choose me when there’s others?”

“And yet none of them are as accomplished as you.” Her smirk widened. “You’ve proven yourself since you arrived, all while doing your work from the shadows. You’re the one piece on the board no one is watching, making sure your Uncle succeeds without anyone even noticing.”

Her words stroked his ego, and Harry could tell her compliments were genuine. That said, he knew that she was trying to butter him up. “I fail to see why any of that matters to you.”

“I need competent men like you to help me, Harry.” Margaery said huskily. “Just think of what we can accomplish if we work together.”

“You mean what you can accomplish.” He corrected. “You just want to be Queen.”

“And is that so bad an aspiration?” She asked in turn. “Just think of the power I’ll grant you when I’m Queen… unless it’s more than power you want?”

Her hand moved down from his chest to his thigh, and then slowly upwards to palm his growing bulge. Margaery massaged his pulsating cock through his trousers, and the Tyrell maiden stared at the sight for a long moment before looking up at him with growing lust.

Harry just stared back, and the beautiful brunette moved slowly onto the floor, getting on her knees in the process. His trousers were soon undone and his hardening shaft was exposed to the open air. It sprung up, hard and huge, lined with powerful veins and having an unrivaled thickness and length.

Margaery openly gaped at his cock as if enraptured, before she reached up to grasp his shaft with her small, delicate hands. The woman almost looked like she regretted taking on such a heavy task, having to handle his massive northern cock, but soon her face shifted to look determined.

She lined the brutish head of his shaft up with her lips, being sure to look up at him, before descending the first couple inches. Harry just watched on, his uncaring eyes offering the Tyrell maiden no respite as more and more of his cock entered her mouth, all while stretching her lips as wide as they could go.

Soon the head of his cock brushed against the back of her throat, and Margaery briefly gagged, but she didn’t pull away. Instead her eyes teared up as she continued sucking him, bobbing her head up and down while both her hands stroked his remaining exposed length.

Harry might have been a wizard, a bastard, or simply the man who did Lord Stark’s dirty work, but even he was a red-blooded male at the end of the day. The sight of the high-and-mighty Margaery Tyrell sucking his cock was incredibly stimulating, and he could feel his balls readying to release the longer it went on.

His cock twitched in her mouth as she continued sucking, all while she looked at him with that same flirtatious gaze, one that was equal parts smug as it was arrogant. The fact she was doing such a number on him was infuriating, and Harry partly fantasized about the things he wanted to do to her in that moment.

He wanted to strip her bare and spank her ass red, before gripping her majestic hair and lining up his shaft with her tiny pussy. He would ruin her with his massive cock, slamming into her over and over as he pulled her hair to fuck her even harder. If Margaery wanted to be Queen, then the King would have to live with the stretched, ruined pussy Harry had given her.

His massive shaft gave a great lurch, and Margaery probably would’ve smirked had her mouth not been stretched so wide by his cock. Harry groaned through grit teeth as his load finally came, and he made the impulsive decision to grasp the back of her head as he came.

As much as he wanted to be rough with her, Margaery was from a powerful Great House, and she was actively in the running to be Queen. Combined with the fact he didn’t know her all that well, he didn’t want to leave any marks nor do anything cause a scandal. If they grew closer, then maybe down the line Harry would consider being rougher, but otherwise he aired on the side of caution.

That said, he still took some petty satisfaction in seeing her struggle to swallow his large load. His hand stayed rooted on the back of her head, ensuring she couldn’t pull away, forcing each load of thick cum to be pumped down her throat as she desperately swallowed. Cum leaked from the corners of her lips which were stretched around his girth, and he grinned as her eyes narrowed in worry.

Eventually his shaft left her mouth, messy and covered in saliva, while Margaery desperately tried to regain her breath. She didn’t look angry with him, instead staring at his messy cock all the while as if captivated by it.

“I’ve met and studied Joffrey Baratheon several times over the years.” Margaery said suddenly, her tone oddly serious compared to before. “I’m well-aware of what I’d be getting into with that whelp. A moronic boy who’s green as grass, and as idiotic as he is cruel. Surely you wouldn’t mind staying here in King’s Landing? Making sure to… satiate my needs while I deal with that boy.”

So that’s her angle. For a long moment, Harry genuinely believed that Margaery would keep him around and continue to fuck him even after she married the Prince. Her words were so convincing that even he began to believe her, and he felt genuinely tempted to become her fuckbuddy behind the King’s back. But then calm logic began to set in.

She just wanted to use him, to get him in her corner. The best outcome of her plan was that he gained some paltry Lordship while continuing to fuck her on the side, while the worst would see him executed for fornicating with the Queen behind the future King’s back.

String her along for now, make her believe you’re on her side. He pushed his shaft back into his trousers, forcing down the irritation he felt. Harry came south to help his family, and if that meant fucking Margaery Tyrell, then so be it.

Disclaimer: All Characters are over the age of 18.