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"F-fuck,"She grabbed onto his biceps as he thrusted up into her.
Louis groans sharply, releasing inside her, and then dropping onto the maroon-colored and silk embroidered sheets on the king-sized bed, panting.
She drops next to him, her chest heaving up and down, a lazy smile grazing her lips,"Never been fucked by a Lannister bef-"
"Out," Louis mumbles, running a hand through his hair, staring up at the flames that encircle the gold chandelier above him.
She immediately gets up and covers herself with her teared up clothes, she bows shortly,"M"Lord,"and then closes the door behind her.
Louis hops off the bed, grabs a pair of trousers and wears it, tucking in his manhood.
He walks out to the other side of the room and pushes aside beige tinted curtains, walking out to the balcony, overlooking King"s Landing and the Westeros lands beyond.
The night was dark, and a cool breeze caressed his caramel skin.
He lifted his arms at his side, and closed his eyes, feeling his sweat evaporate when he hears a soft grunt.
"Seven hells," a voice curses below.
Louis opens his eyes and walks over to the edge of the balcony and places both hands on the stoned railing and looks down to see a mop of messy dark brown curls, shuffling about.
The boy was dressed in a proper black attire, holding a lengthy stone sword as he tried to practice his form by swinging the sword then aiming it towards no one in particular.
Louis watches the boy"s pink tongue peek out in concentrate and frustration as he struggled to hold it up for more than five seconds. Louis" mouth curves into a smirk instantly, and he turns around to leave.
Harry had just arrived from Winterfell with his family, which included all of House Stark.
His first instinct was to venture out and witness the Iron Throne in all its glory for himself.
Harry concluded it wasn"t all that impressive, but his sisters and brothers ogled at the sight, each envisioning themselves upon the mighty Throne.
Harry had always had high expectations and was never easily impressed. A trait his mother liked to think he got from her; who was equally unfazed by the so called "King"s Landing".
But Harry had to admit, the land was green and filled with riches only the Gods could afford.
That night, he escaped the feast held for the Stark"s arrival held by the Baratheons in the Great Hall and grabbed his sword to practice his form outside the castle.
Harry was a quick learner, but sword fighting with his brother back home was the most difficult thing he had ever encountered. Determined to prove his "manhood", he practically practiced at every opportunity.
The green eyed boy realized he was lacking in strength and that motivated him to overcome it. He felt the cool night"s air brush across his face and took a deep breath, before starting the practice. He lifted the sword aimlessly when-
"Looks like we have a Stark,"A smooth voice with a tint of raspiness to it commented from behind him.
Harry turned around to see a boy with bright blue eyes and messy hair that pointed in all directions, leaning against a tall pillar with his arms crossed. "Looks like it,"He acknowledged, giving away his allegiance,"..You are?"
Louis walks up to him, taking his sword,"Much better at this than you are,"He replied smugly and swung the blade around a few times, showing off before holding it up against Harry"s milky white neck, which seemed to glow under the moonlight. Harry"s eyes slightly widen through his lashes.
Louis retrieved the sharp end away from his neck and hands it over,"Good sword, could"ve killed you with my eyes closed," he mentions casually.
"You wouldn"t,"Harry challenged, yet took it quickly from Louis" grasp, holding it close to his side, holding his breath.
Louis" eyes then focused in on Harry"s, eying him intensely, almost mocking him. Harry feels small all of a sudden. "I would,"He clarifies shortly, and Harry believes him, his heart racing,"But then we"d have to pay a debt so..You"re not worth it,"Louis finishes, attempting to leave.
Harry releases his held in breath, and then another fear overtakes him,"..You"re house Lannister?" the phrase "A Lannister Always Pays his Debts" running through his mind from the children"s book his mother read to him as child.
Louis turns around and sarcastically bows,"Well done princess,"then he rolls his eyes and turns on his heals to leave, before saying,"Wolves are out, might want to run back to mommy,"
Harry frowns, thinking his "mommy" was right. The Lannisters were rude, arrogant and not to be played with.
Harry wanted to return to Winterfell.
In the Great Hall, the next day, the noblemen of King"s Landing gathered together and stood before the Iron Throne and their King.
Harry stood alongside the well-mannered Starks dressed in posh black and the Lannisters stood on the other side of the room, dressed in maroon and gold.
Louis looked back and forth between the speech-giving King and the Starks, his attention fleeting constantly. He fidgets around carelessly, glancing once again at the Starks when his eyes catch green ones eyeing him.
He calms down and holds the gaze and the curly-haired boy does the same, both unwilling to lose the "battle".
They both look away swiftly when people around them resume their hustle and bustle, the King"s speech completed. Harry stays close to his older brother who was always very protective of his younger siblings. He watches everyone, especially the Lannisters.
He then notices Louis walk out to join the other Lannister boys his age to a trial in combat, just outside the castle walls. He follows, hiding behind a pillar, when he had a full view of the play.
Harry bit his lips, realizing Louis was good with a sword in his hands, really good. He wondered if Louis would teach him, so he could impress his older brother after returning to Winterfell. But then he figured learning from a boy as arrogant as Louis would be simply unforgivable.
He closely watches Louis work his way around the ground, throwing attack after attack when his sword suddenly pierces through the boy"s heart, splattering his blood across the floor. Harry winces.
"You!" a boy with brown eyes yells, looking straight at him.
Harry gasped slightly, finding out he"d been caught by one of the boys crowded around Louis.
The group of seven boys turn to look at him, including Louis, who wipes a dash of blood across his chin.
Harry finally completely reveals himself from behind the pillar and plays with his fingers behind his back, a nervous habit.
The brown eyed boy smirks,"Oh a Stark.."And the other boys laugh,"..Well then, C"mon, you"re next,"he urges mischievously.
Harry was only slightly terrified. It was only the worst case scenario. Standard, really.
Harry clears his throat, and wraps his fingers around the sword"s handle, and retrieves it. His hands only shook once, before he grasped it firmly.
Louis raises an eyebrow,"Can you hold it up this time, curly?"He teases, swinging his own sword in circles. The boys around him laugh for good measure.
Harry"s brow furrows,"There is no honor in killing someone younger than you,"
Louis snorts,"Who the fuck cares about honor?" He hisses, approaching closer.
Harry gulps, yet doesn"t step back,"W-what are the rules of the game?" He knows, but he asks anyways, his eyes glued onto Louis".
The boys laugh again, some holding their stomach,"Only one rule pretty boy..Live," and with that Louis" sword clanks with his and Harry immediately holds the sword with both his hands, pressing his lips together, concentrating on the other boy"s sword.
The boys around them yelled and shouted, "Come on, Louis!"
Suddenly Harry tripped on a rather large rock and fell to the ground, his sword falling a few feet away from him. He looked up at Louis with pleading eyes, as he supported himself on his elbows, legs slightly spread.
"Just finish him!" The boys started to yell, as they stared at each other, Harry slightly panting and Louis completely calm and collected.
"No,"Louis stated, and threw his sword to the ground next to the curly-haired boy,"S" too easy,"
The boys rolled their eyes, but followed him back inside.
Once they were completely gone, Harry closes his eyes, taking in a deep breath.
Now Harry really wanted to go back to Winterfell.
At the dining later that night, the Starks and Lannisters sat across from each other, the heads of their families discussing land, politics and the potential existence of Dragons once again.
Harry and Louis sat across each other, fumbling with their food.
Harry refused to make eye contact with Louis, feeling Louis" gaze on him every now and then.
Harry"s father and Louis" father laugh especially louder together at the end of the table, and they both look their way.
"My son"s rather talented in that field, M"sure he wouldn"t mind teaching your boy a few tricks here and there,"
Harry"s eyes widen and Louis frowns, both realizing they were talking about sword fighting. "Fath-" They both start, then look at each other, then look down.
Harry"s father raises an eyebrow,"Harry, son, this is a great opportunity, you could start tomorrow,"
Harry simply nods, but Louis" eyes narrow over at his own father,"Father, we"re supposed to go hunting tomorrow,"He reminds him, muttering.
His father suddenly remembers that,"We could always postpone i-"
Louis immediately gets up, wooden chair screeching, attracting attention before walking over to Harry and dragging him up by the wrist.
"Louis!" his father grimaces.
The young Lannister ignores him and turns around to leave, dragging Harry along without looking at him,"We"ll practice tonight instead,"
Harry didn"t mind so he stayed quiet.
Louis" father apologizes for his son"s behavior,"He"s hot headed, that one..Worries me sometimes,"
Louis leads Harry up a few stone steps and through several long-winded dark halls.
"Can you release me?"Harry ask, annoyed.
Louis lets go of his arm and tells him to hurry up. Harry skips a bit behind him to catch up to the boy, who was fast-pacing, unnecessarily.
Louis slams open the doors to his bedroom and Harry looks around in awe. Slightly taken aback by how spacious the place is. Then he looks over at the balcony. "That"s beautif-"
"Take out your sword,"Louis rushes him, taking off his fancy attire to be left with only a tunic and trousers. He walks over to the side table and pours himself a glass of wine and slams it down harshly on the table after a gulp.
Harry misses Winterfell.