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The Shadow of Winterfell Chapter 17
🕑 Added 2025-08-23 19:58:24 +0000 UTC“His grace extends an invitation to Lord Stannis, of the the House Baratheon, Lord of Dragonstone, to come to King’s Landing for the wedding
Davos Seaworth
“His grace extends an invitation to Lord Stannis, of the the House Baratheon, Lord of Dragonstone, to come to King’s Landing for the wedding of Prince Joffrey, heir to the throne, to Margaery of House Tyrell.” The maester finished speaking.
The occupants of the Painted Table were quiet as they silently digested the news. A wedding of the Crown Prince always caused quite a stir in Westeros, with many lords being exultant while others wallowed in gloom. Davos knew that Stannis Baratheon fit into the latter half, being none too pleased with the news.
“Such a marriage will see the boy’s rule over Westeros cemented in iron.” Stannis stated as if observing a fact. “House Tyrell has the most Lords loyal to them, along with enough food to feed the realm. The only thing stopping them from gaining more power is legitimacy in the Reach, and with this union they’ll finally have it.”
“Not to mention a hundred thousand men to bring to war, my Lord.” Davos added. “Now Joffrey will have both House Tyrell and House Lannister backing him up. And that’s not to mention Princess Myrcella’s wedding to Robb Stark.”
Stannis nodded. “My brother couldn’t have come up with this scheme on his own. No, it must have been Ned Stark who advised him as such, and further orchestrated such a marriage.”
“You would give Lord Stark that much credit?” Davos couldn’t help but ask. “He’s from the north, my Lord, and northmen aren’t exactly known for their skill in southern politics.”
“This is the same Ned Stark who was the Rebellion’s strategist. It was his brilliance that crushed the Targaryens at Stoney Sept and the Trident after all.” Stannis remarked. “His actions since coming south are fitting for a man of such talents.”
Davos had indeed heard about Stark’s ruthless culling of the City Watch, having most of the gold cloaks either executed or sent to the Wall. They were then replaced by Northern men-at-arms, loyal only to Lord Stark. It was a brutal yet cunning way to gain a foothold and a measure of control over the capital.
“I can’t help but feel that I’m missing something. For things to change so quickly since Jon Arryn’s death…” Stannis frowned as he trailed off. “Maester, is there anything else of note?”
“Why, yes indeed, my Lord.” The maester shuffled some parchments. “There is also news of a betrothal that has been arranged between Princess Arianne Martell and Lord Stark’s base born son, Hadrian Snow.”
The table’s occupants seemed to go still, with Davos feeling like his mind had gone blank. It was unthinkable for a Lady of one of the major Houses to wed someone who was among the smallfolk, much less a bastard.
When Stannis finally spoke, it was with derision. “A betrothal between the Princess of Dorne and Ned Stark’s bastard? Do you expect us to believe such mummery?”
“Ah, you are right, my Lord.” The aging Maester corrected his mistake, and Davos let out a breath. “Rather, I meant to say that Princess Arianne is to be wed to Brandon Stark’s only base born son, Hadrian Snow.”
“Brandon Stark? The same one that the Mad King had strangled alive?” The Lord of Dragonstone was clearly perplexed. “While it’s not hard to believe the man had a bastard, what is hard to believe is that same bastard would wed Arianne Martell. What did he do to get Dorne’s attention?”
“It says here that Hadrian Snow slew Gregor Clegane during the Hand’s Tourney melee.” The maester read off. “It also states that he killed Lord Baelish in an attempted escape from the Black Cells.”
“First you tell me the Mountain is dead, and now that dreaded Master of Coin as well? If it was up to me, I’d have that bastard made a Lord and legitimized immediately. No wonder Dorne seems to favor him so.”
“For a mere bastard to accomplish all this…” Davos felt flummoxed. “Either Stark luck is just that good, or the gods themselves blessed him.”
Melisandre leaned forward slightly, a quizzical frown marring her features. “The Lord of Light seems focused on this boy.”
“Perhaps you were wrong about Lord Stannis being the Lord of Light’s chosen, and it is this Hadrian Snow, who is the real Champion.” Davos’ words came out more snide than he intended.
“No, it is not him who is the Prince that was Promised. Rather… he seems to be something else entirely.”
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Hadrian Snow
Arianne’s mouthwatering body draped across the chaise lounge chair, the tan dress she wore hugging and showing off her every curve. Behind her was a balcony with a stunning view out over King’s Landing, allowing light gusts of wind to blow in and cool the room. Luckily, a scent charm stopped the city’s stench from drifting in too.
They sat within the tower of the Hand, in the secret room he had claimed as his own while in King’s Landing. It doubled as both a workshop and living room, with room for guests as well as space for him to work on projects. And those projects were typically magical in nature, such as his invisibility cloak and enchanted armor.
In some way, the room was reserved for only his closest associates, with only himself, Margaery, Arianne, and Val knowing about it. They were the members of his growing coalition, which just so happened to be group of girls he was currently bedding.
The room itself was hidden, being connected to his bedroom in the tower, along with connecting to a secret spiral staircase that was hid behind a portrait at the base of the tower. Inside one could find an assortment of weapons, gear, along with strange artifacts from up north, and even beyond the wall. Unicorn horns, mammoth tusks, weirwood sap contained in jars, and snow bear fur could be seen around the room.
The wards alerted him then as Margaery entered the room, as the Reach maiden walked in wearing a green dress that was fitting for a Lady of House Tyrell to wear. He knew she had been out with Joffrey on a walk in the gardens, similar to his and Arianne’s own date. Yet it seemed she had returned earlier than expected.
“I’m surprised the lion cub didn’t keep you longer.” Arianne lazily remarked.
“The Prince can be very busy.” Margaery sounded annoyed to his ears. “Our walk through the gardens came to an abrupt end when the Queen intervened. I am beginning to get the feeling that Queen Cersei doesn’t like me very much.”
“She wants Joffrey under her control, that much is obvious.” Arianne rolled her eyes. “She rarely lets the boy out of her sight. To my knowledge he’s never picked up a sword, much less killed a man. I doubt he’s even fucked a woman either.”
Harry let out a snort of amusement, not so much at Arianne’s comment but rather at Margaery’s reaction. She made the face of someone who was disgusted by the conversation topic, while also realizing the truth of it.
In a different world, he would have felt bad that she had to marry such a man. Joffrey was a petty child worse than Draco Malfoy in Harry’s mind, and he did pity that Margaery had to spend time with him. That said, the girl would get to be Queen, and Harry would protect her from him if need be.
“To be perfectly honest, I think Joffrey’s idea of fun is watching public executions and torturing puppies in his spare time.” Arianne partly joked.
“Will you be equipped to deal with him?” Harry asked.
Margaery let her lips curl into a sly, arrogant smirk. “The Prince is slowly coming around. He is beginning to listen to my counsel, and is desperate for praise. It is only a matter of time till he grows tired of Cersei’s interventions, and when that happens he will be ripe for the taking.”
Arianne arched a dark brow. “And then you will have him all to yourself?”
“Indeed.” Margaery said. “He is a lion so blinded that he believes he’s a dragon. A lion who will never feel the leash that I will wrap around his neck—because he’ll never see it.”
“Good. In the meantime, keep him dreaming of glory. Tell him his reign will be sung of for a thousand years. Tell him no one understands him like you.” Arianne’s tongue clicked against her teeth. “Arrogant men love to hear drivel like that.”
“I already have.” Margaery said, and her smile was like a blade. “Soon, he will beg for my attention.”
Arianne’s voice purred like a cat with its hackles raised then. “And when the lion weds the flower, where does that leave us?”
He knew what she was alluding to, being the strange threesome the group of them made. And while Harry had other lovers, Arianne and Margaery were, by far, the most influential and powerful. After all, Val was a former wildling, while Ashara and Jocelyn were mere court Ladies.
“In the shadows.” Harry said, his voice even. “We’ll rule the Kingdom from out of sight, with no one even aware of our alliance. Joffrey is only the beginning, as we’ll either invite others to join us willingly, or manipulate them if need be.”
“I wonder which one of those Queen Cersei will be?” Arianne purred.
“The Queen has already shown interest in me.” He felt his cock twitch at the thought of taking the beautiful queen. Cersei had been interested in him ever since Winterfell, and yet she had been trying to wait him out in order to have him come crawling to her. That said, he knew from Jocelyn that Cersei was becoming impatient. “It is only a matter of time till she joins our little group.”
“And you think she’ll simply allow us to manipulate Joffrey?”
“Yes.”
Margaery tilted her head, studying him with calculation. “You’ll essentially be the king then.”
He let out an amused snort. “Crowns are heavy things, and I’d rather rule without one.”
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“You’ve resisted me for long enough, my Lord.”
As soon as Margaery left, Arianne was practically on top of him. It seemed the Dornish Princess had grown tired of his inaction, and couldn’t resist having sex with him for any longer.
The Princess of Dorne let her dress fall from her shoulders, exposing large brown breasts that had no sag whatsoever. All the while she climbed onto his body, her arms wrapping around his neck as she sat in his lap. He could feel his cock straining within the confides of his trousers, not helped by her large bum and thick thighs which it brushed against.
“Resisted you? It looks like you’re the one who can’t resist me.” He said with a smirk.
“You’re right.” Arianne’s eyes were blown wide with lust. “It must be my Dornish instincts, demanding that I lay with my future husband. More than that, I want you to breed me, Harry, to fuck me so hard I can’t walk for a week.”
“Fuck.” He grit his teeth to try and restrain his lust. To hear a Princess of the realm talking in such a way was a huge turn-on, and he had to be careful not to fall for her dirty talk. “You really know what men like to hear.”
“Oh, I do.” She whispered sensationally in his ear. “Now make me scream and moan as you impale me on that impressive cock. Fuck me in any way you want until I have to limp out of this tower with your seed running down my leg.”
Something snapped in him then, and with a rough movement he threw Arianne onto a nearby piece of furniture that acted like a bed. Her dress was already gone, crumpled on the floor, and Harry barely had time to examine her curvy form before he dived straight for her pussy.
Her fat cheeks separated as his lips met her labia lips, his tongue reaching out before striking at her sacred entrance. He slurped and sucked her pussy as feminine fluids filled his mouth, her body obviously caught unaware by his viscous onslaught. It was a cheap way to score a victory, subverting expectations and putting her pleasure above his own, yet Harry enjoyed it nonetheless.
“I can’t believe you’re putting my pleasure first!” She moaned wildly in his grasp, her body shaking and quivering from pleasure. “B-By the Seven! So good!”
She reached her peak, the Dornish Princess wailing like a whore as her screams of pleasure reached new levels. All the while he devoured her cunt and slurped down her feminine juices, his skill unmatched as she reached orgasm in record time.
“Please! Please! Fuck me! I beg of you!” Arianne begged. “Just put your cock in and breed me! I don’t know how much more I can take!”
It was like he was moving in slow motion as he did exactly that, using magic to vanish his clothes and grasping his meaty cock in one hand. He lined the erect shaft up with her weeping pussy as Arianne stayed on all fours, before grabbing her hips and pushing the first few inches forward.
“FUCK! That’s it! Give me that big Northern cock!”
He realized then that Arianne was a very loud lover, and it was something he was beginning to love. The Dornish supposedly never restrained their impulses, much less their lust, and it seemed that she exemplified that aspect of Dorne in the bedroom.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! That’s it, Harry! Give it to me!”
Juices sprayed up and coated his cock as he began hammering in to her, throwing caution to the wind as he drove his shaft into the Princess brutally. His muscles burned as he pistoned her hard and fast up and down, each thrust ending with a loud smack as his hips collided with her ass.
Suddenly, her walls clamped down on him for another orgasm. “AAAAHH! YESSS! You feel so good!”
She wasn’t overly tight, not like Margaery or Val was, but her insides were steaming hot and her exuberance more than made up for it. She would be the perfect woman to return to after a long day, with her either doing all the work during sex, or simply bending over and letting him pound away as he was now.
PLAP PLAP PLAP
Her body was like dough, her fat ass clapping and shaking with each thrust, with her big tits jiggling around as they dangled beneath her. He couldn’t wait to fuck her more in the future.
Indeed, Harry was quite looking forward to their marriage, and would be sure to make their wedding night as memorable as could be.
“GAH! Another one… Harry keep going!” Arianne literally squealed this time as her body shook, going through yet another orgasm.
“Fuck, you’re insatiable.” He growled out.
To Arianne’s credit, she had yet to tire from his continuous thrusts. And if anything, she seemed to only gain more energy from their lovemaking.
Big tits bouncing, a fat ass shaking, along with the sounds of a satisfied Dornishwoman as his cock plundered her depths were the dream of every man in the Seven Kingdoms. And Harry was experiencing that very dream firsthand as his release got closer and closer.
He picked up his thrusts, his fingers digging into her hips to the point of making them red. Meanwhile his thrusts sped up, becoming brutal and more intense to the point even Arianne struggled not to lose her mind from pleasure.
The Princess buried her face in a nearby pillow, desperately trying to stop her screams, only for Harry to yank it away and toss it across the room. “I want to hear you!”
“MWAH! YOU’RE BREAKING ME! HAARRRRY”
He was breathing heavy, his balls getting hot as they yearned for release. Those moments of their coupling were an orgasmic blur as huge amounts of seed erupted from his shaft. It filled Arianne to the brim before leaking out of her stuffed pussy, as the Dornishwoman went through a myriad of her own orgasms.
He didn’t stop cumming, and flipped her around with his cock still embedded deep within her core. Arianne was riding him then, his hands gripping her hips as he moved her up and down his cock with ease. The clapping of flesh wasn’t as loud as before, but he still fucked the woman hard as her skin became marked with sweat and signs of their rough lovemaking.
In front of him were her large brown breasts then, the biggest pair he had seen so far, as Arianne’s tits bounced and jiggled from their movements. He stared at them for a while before diving in and taking her tit in his mouth.
“HARRRRY!” Arianne squealed once again, her eyes nearly rolling all the way up into her skull from pleasure.
His teeth lightly marked her tits while he sucked down, before pulling back up for air and moving in for a kiss. She gasped against his mouth, her hands moving behind him to wrap around and tangle through his hair. Her body fell against him then, losing all strength to keep going. Yet Harry didn’t stop, even as Arianne nearly fell unconscious from pleasure, as his thrusts continued until he finally embedded his shaft in her and released its heavy load.
When it was over, Harry sighed and laid down next to her, his legs and arms shaky from the insane sex. It wasn’t so much that it drained him, but rather that the intensity of it took him by surprise. Having sex with a screaming, insatiable Dornish Princess was enough to shock even him.
He felt like taking a nap, his eyes heavy and a satisfied smile on his lips as waves of relief washed over him.
BOOM
A sudden explosion sounded in the distance, and he felt the stones that made up the Red Keep shudder underneath him.
Harry stood, his eyes wide and alert as his instincts screamed at him. He looked out his balcony then, and on the other side of the city he could see smoke, with green flames rising from the Dragonpit.
Disclaimer: All Characters are over the Age of 18
A/N: The wildfire arc begins
Comments
Daeron Targaryen
Tis an odd story sidelining Jon for this filthy half blood potter and giving him women he’s not worthy of.
Victory For The People
Won't lie, having Dadvos be the pov here is kinda off considering he has quite a bit of judgment towards bastards for someone being from Fleabottom.
