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Oscar had been staying at harrenhall since his promotion to lord paramount of the Riverlands, he remains with his river lords as the armies raise and gather. But this morning Lord Simon Strong summons him to the grand hall where lord strong and Prince Daemon sit,

"Morning My lord Strong," Oscar nodded,

"Morning my lord Tully," Simon nodded,

"Targaryen," Oscar snapped in Daemon's direction,

"Tully." Daemon glared back,

"What's all this about anyway?" Oscar asked,

But the door quickly opened to the young Benjicot Blackwood, the new lord of Raventree Hall,

Lord Blackwood stood and bowed,

"My lord Blackwood, a pleasure," Oscar nodded,

"My Lord Tully, I rode as soon as word reached me .. is it true? My lord uncle? Ser Willem Blackwood, he was executed? Here on your orders?"

"He was, my lord, yes." Oscar was unflinching with his answer,

"...may I ask why my lord?" He asked,

Oscar sat back in his seat, "Your uncle committed crimes against his neighbours, curel and merciless crimes, his punishment was just. But I do not blame your sadness at this loss."

lord Blackwood nodded "... I understand, please may I ask his remains be returned to Raventree hall to be laid under our werewood as his forebears?"

Oscar nodded, "Of course, lord Blackwood, I will have them sent to Ravnhall immediately."

"... please my lord, i- I hope my uncle and his actions, do not sully our families name,"

Oscar shook his head, a slight bit of sympathy in his eyes and tone "You need not worry, my lord" Oscar tried to give the young lord a bit of comfort before speaking again, "His crimes are his own and I assure you his crimes do not sully your house."

"yes my lord I understand, but... House Blackwood would still like to pledge themselves to your fealty and your war for Queen Rhaynea"

Oscar smiled, standing from his seat and striding over to blackwood, putting a firm hand on the young lords shoulder and speaking in a commanding tone

"That is greatly appreciated my lord," Oscar nodded, "And I don't have to worry about your loyalty like I did with your uncle, do I?"

"No my lord, and as proof of our loyalty I come with an offer for you."

Oscar raised an eyebrow, slightly amused, his hand still on the boys shoulder "An offer? What kind of offer?"

"... In the riverlands we celebrate our new lord paramount, as much as we grieve your grandfather Ser Grover Tully." Lord Blackwood began "And house blackwood has been loyal to house Tully as our legige lords. And as the new lord of House Blackwood myself I wish to make an offer that would bring great joy and honour on my house as well as faith of our alliance to yours," he nodded "you, yourself Lord Oscar are a young man, unmarried. And I would like to offer my sister Y/n Blackwood to be your bride."

Oscar raised his eyebrows in surprise, slightly taken off guard by the offer. He looked at the young lord for a moment "Your sister." He thought for a moment before speaking again "She is of age, I presume?"

"yes my lord, she is two years your younger"

Oscar nodded, "And attractive, I'd hope?"

he chuckled "The ravens of raventree hall sing for her, smallfolk of our keep say a beauty like her has not been born in our family since Missy blackwood"

"That's what I like to hear..." Oscar paused for a moment "It's a fine offer, my lord, your sister will make a fine lady of riverrun.. I accept your offer, on one condition."

"Yes of course, anything my lord,"

"We consummate the marriage as soon as possible."

"Yes my lord. you - you honour me, my house and my sister. She is with me. You may wed in the sept as soon as you wish and bed her as you see fit. Perhaps the gods shall bless you with a babe in her belly before this war begins its march"

Once again, Oscar was slightly surprised by the young lords quick and eager compliance. He smiled, looking down at the boy, keeping his hand on his shoulder

"The preparations will be made at once... and don't worry, my lord, I'll be filling your sisters belly before the end of the week."

"we can hope my lord" lord blackwood bowed low

"Very good, my lord." Oscar smiled, striding back to his seat as the boy left. As the young lord exited the hall, Oscar returned his attention to the prince and Lord Strong who had been watching the pair

"Well, that worked out well." Lord strong nodded,

Daemon chuckled

Oscar retook his set, looking up at the Prince "What? Got something to say, Targaryen?"

"No man gives his sister away that easily unless there's something wrong with her." Daemon laughed

Oscar chuckled, resting his arms on the table and leaning forward "Or it shows great loyalty and devotion." "Besides, the boy is young. He's naive. He probably has no idea what she's in for."

"you are a young boy" Daemon glared

Oscar smirked, leaning against the back of his seat "Only in comparison to you, Targaryen" he glared, "Now...The riverlords have been gathering at harrnehall, it will take a while yet for us to raise our full armies, but we're not far off now. My question is, what shall be our next move?"

"we wait for word from the queen" Daemon glared

Oscar raised an eyebrow slightly at the princes sharp, glare. He took a deep breath before speaking, keeping his eyes focused on the prince, speaking in a low, commanding tone "I'll be blunt, Targaryen, if we wait to long before we strike then the greens will have more time to prepare their armies, and they will be stronger. We need to attack them when they are vulnerable, unprepared."

"And you wish to march half a River army to kings landing yourself?"

Oscar chuckled, his eyes still focus on the prince. He shook his head gently before responding "That depends, you'd be with me, wouldn't you, Targaryen?"

"I would be on caraxes. Watching you be slaughtered"

Oscar smirked, sitting back slightly in his chair and crossing his legs, still focused on the prince "Ah yes. Your dragon." He remained silent for a moment, his eyes boring into the princes eyes before speaking again, mockingly imitating the princes voice "I cannot enter any conflict without my precious dragon."

"mind your tongue boy" Daemon glared

Oscar smirked, he didn't fear the prince, not at all. If anything, he saw him as an equal. He sat forward, his eyes burning into the princes "Or what?"

"I think we should uhhh discuss" Simon strong spoke up "if you are to proceed with this wedding my lord..."

Oscar broke eye contact with the prince and looked over to Strong, slightly annoyed that he had been interrupted "What is it, Lord Strong?"

"... House blackwood keeps the old gods, not the seven my lord" lord strong explained,

Oscar nodded, "Yes.. I'd imagine that will be of slight.. issue. And you, Targaryen? What is your view on the matter?"

"Targaryen's do not hold to any gods. It is irrelevant" Deameon shrugged

Oscar nodded once again, speaking with a mocking, sarcastic tone "Fantastic. So a marriage between a Riverlord, of the faith of the seven, and a Blackwood, of the old gods." he chuckled, "That will be... interesting.."

"Stranger things have happened my lord, shall we make arrangements for this wedding?" Lord strong asked

Oscar nodded, sitting back against his chair, folding his hands into his lap, and speaking in a more serious tone "Yes. We shall." He thought silently for a moment before speaking again "But I expect I won't be allowed to consummate the marriage until the ceremony, correct?"

"as is tradition my lord yes." Lord strong nodded "wedding and then bedding ceremony"

The word made oscar cringe, he sighed, that was probably the part he liked the least. He hated the idea of a bunch of drunk men stripping his wife half naked, he hated the idea of other men looking at his wife. It annoyed him. He looked up at strong again "Can we not skip that bit? I prefer to keep my future wife to myself rather than letting your drunken courtiers gawk at her."

"you can refuse the ceremony if you wish my lord" Simon nodded

"I refused for all three of my wives. The first because I didn't want to inflict her nudity on the men of the runestone. The two others... Because I wanted to strip them myself " Daemon smirked

Oscar smiled, at least the prince agreed with him there. He wasn't alone with his distain of the ceremony "Good. I'll be doing the same then. I don't want anyone seeing my wife like that. I want that privilege all to myself."

"we shall begin preparing then," lord strong nodded

Oscar nodded "Good. Please, keep me informed with the preparations."

He stood, gesturing for the other two to take their leave before he himself left the grand hall,

The wedding had been arranged as a quick affair, the armies still gathering at harrenhall, so the wedding would be the riverlords as witness, in the godswoods with a septon, and a small feast in the grand hall. Nothing too monumental but with war looming the time and expense could not be spared for a grand affair

Oscar sat in the Great Hall, He fiddled restlessly with the chalice of ale in his hands, waiting for the marriage ceremony. He couldn't wait to be wed, to finally have a proper lady at his side and a wife to keep the bed warm when the nights grew cold and the war grew long. He was ready to begin life as a married man, and the wait for the ceremony to start was annoying him

lord strong approached and bowed "it is time my lord, the septon stands in the godswoods awaiting the ceremony to begin"

Oscar nodded, standing from his seat and finishing the last of the ale in his chalice "Very well, let's get this over with." The more impatient voice in him spoke, the one that just wanted to skip straight to tonight. He followed Lord Strong outside and through the godswood,

the riverlords loomed around the godswoods, many of the men in the armies had gathered outside on the rocky ruins to get a view into the godswood, prince Daemon lingered his hand on his sword, a septon stood in front of the werewood tree,

"My lord Tully, the seven has blessed us with a beautiful day" The Septon smiled,

Oscar approached the septon, "They most certainly have, septon." he nodded, "Now, let us not waste any more time. I shall be a married man before the sun sets."

the septon nodded and signalled beyond the woods. Hush suddenly came over the lords.

Oscar turned his head, taking a step forward, his eyes focused on the woods behind him, waiting. He took a deep breath, the time was here. The long day of waiting and preparation was over. He was so close to being wed, the feeling was exciting. He focused his gaze and waited for his bride

the doors opened wide and Lord Blackwood stepped out, and on his arm was his sister.

Y/n Blackwood, she was a Y/H and somewhat Y/B/T girl, with a sweet face, tender skin, y/e/c eyes, long Y/H/C styled well, she wore a silvery gown with matching gems about her. A maiden's cloak of red and black the colours of house Blackwood draped over her shoulders,

Oscar's eyes locked as she entered, taking in the sight of his bride and a proud smile came across his face,

her brother brought her to the tree and she bowed low she was clearly nervous but she still smiled to him

Oscar looked down at the lady Y/n, seeing her bow low to the ground in front his eyes, he smiled, she was beautiful, shy and nervous too. It reminded him of a scared fawn, small, nervous, and beautiful.

the Septon nodded "Who brings this maiden to be wed?"

"I, Lord Benjicot Blackwood of Raventree Hall, Her brother, and her protector." Lord Blackwood nodded "She is a maiden flowered, unsoiled and pure, and I give her willingly for this match"

Oscar felt the pride in his chest once again at the mention of her being a maiden, pure and unsoiled, as a good wife should be.

"Who comes to claim her?" The septon asked,

He took a quick, deep breath and spoke in a steady, determined voice "I, Oscar Tully, of Riverrun, come to claim this lady. Her honour, and her hand."

lord Blackwood slowly handed Y/n's hand to Oscar letting him feel her soft hand for the first time, her skin was soft but her fingertips were likely from embroidery or other such sewing works, feeling her soft palm against his, his fingers interlocked with hers. He was surprised at the softness and smoothness of her hand, but then again, he should have expected it. After all, she was a noble lady. A small smile spread across his face as he felt the calluses on her fingertips, a stark reminder that she wasn't just a lady, she was a practical and smart girl as well.

Seven vows were made, seven blessings invoked, and seven promises were exchanged, "And now bring her into your house, your home and your protection." The septon nodded,

Lord Blackwood slowly removed the cloak of Blackwood colours from Y/n leaving her to shiver for a moment but,

Oscar took the Tully cloak from Lord Strong and gently wrapped it around her shoulders, fastening it at the front,

she smiled rather excitedly,

"As with the draping of these colours, the maiden sheds her time as a blackwood maiden and is here and now a Tully bride." The septon then took a beautiful woven cord of the colours of house Tully and Blackwood, binding their joined hands in a handfasting knot "in the sight of the seven, I hearby seal these two souls binding them as one for eternity"

Oscar smiled as the septon tied the handfasting knot around their wrists, the seven colours of House Tully and House Blackwood intertwined together. He looked down into Y/n's eyes, her excitement was infectious, and it made his chest feel warm. He tightened his grip around hers, smiling down at her as the septon continued speaking

"Any who wish to challenge this union, this is now your time to speak," The septon asked, but no one spoke, "you may now speak the words"

"Father, smith, warrior, mother, maiden, crone, stranger..." She nodded slowly given she had only just leant all this "I am his, and he is mine from his day to the end of My days" she smiled,

Oscar nodded, keeping his eyes focused on Y/n. He smiled as he spoke, his voice steady and firm, yet soft and gentle at the same time "I am hers, and she is mine from this day to the end of my days."

"and you may seal with a kiss my lord." The septon said a little quietly

Oscar smiled, he'd been looking forward to this part. He slowly lifted his hand to her chin, his fingers gently gripping her soft skin. He lifted her face, his eyes still locked with her,

"With this kiss I pledge my love, and take you for my lord and husband," she blushed,

"With this kiss I pledge my love, and take you for my lady and wife," Oscar smiled, before leaning down and gently pressing his lips against hers, in a long, soft, but firm kiss

she softly kissed back slightly gasping when loud applause and cheers came from the riverlords, which then triggered a large celebration from the many men of the armies who had all loomed outside the godswoods to watch what they could, even daemeon gave a small applause

Oscar took advantage of the applause and cheers from the riverlords to deepen the kiss, his hand still resting on her chin, holding her face as he pressed his lips harder into hers, his other hand resting on her waist and pulling her closer to him. The cheering was a reminder to him that the entire world was watching, and he wanted to show just how much this marriage meant to him. He ignored his surroundings, and focused solely on Y/n, his new wife. Eventually, after what felt like an eternity, he reluctantly pulled back from the kiss, taking a deep breath as he broke apart. He looked back into her eyes, their faces so close they were almost touching. He smiled, taking in the feeling of her soft skin against his, the sweet, gentle kiss, and the sound of the riverlords cheering in applause.

she softly Giggled when he pulls back her cheeks a little red from her not expecting such a passionate kiss from her new husband,

Oscar couldn't help but smile at her Giggling, her soft, gentle voice making his chest feel warm. He took a deep breath, before gently cupping her face in his hands, his thumb gently brushed across her soft, rosy red cheeks

"then it is and always shall be." The septon nodded as he untied their joined hands, "one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever."

"You have a pretty laugh, you know that?" he smiled to her,

she giggled again "Thank you my lord"

Oscar smiled again, resting his forehead against hers "Please, call me Oscar. My name sounds far better coming from your lips."

"... Yes Oscar" she nodded

He smiled, his chest warming at the sound of his name coming from her mouth. It sounded good. He slowly leaned back, gently wrapping his arm around her waist "I suppose we should return to the festivities now, my wife. And you can expect a lot more of that later on as well."

she blushed but nodded as he lead her through the godswoods passing the lords as they headed inside the harrenhall grand hall.

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Oscar was lost in thought, his mind swirling with worry and sadness, so much had been happening. The country was on the brink of civil war, and his Grandsire was in bed unable to even move. Soon he would find himself Lord Paramount of the riverlands a title he knew would come to him... someday, but he never thought it would be so soon.

He was freshly returned from Harrenhal and his very short meeting with Daemon Targaryen where he was all but ignored and told to end the suffering of his Grandsire.

So he sat on the wooden jetty watching the water, but he suddenly heard the sound of a soft, careful approach. He looked up to see her, Y/n Rivers. A maid in Riverrun, whose mother worked in the kitchens. Oscar and Y/n were the same age and had very much grown up alongside one another, she wore her rough mud-red dress with her grey apron over it carefully making her way towards him, clearly trying not to startle him.

A small, weary smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Hey," he said softly, his voice a mix of bittersweetness and relief.

"Hey," she softly smiled kneeling beside him, she didn't speak any more even if she had a hundred questions to ask him about his trip but she didn't say anything knowing he needed the quiet and the space,

Oscar looked at her with tired, weary eyes. The weight of his concern for his Grandsire evident in every line and contour of his face. He reached out and gently took her hand, the feel of her skin reassuring in its normality. "I'm glad you're here," he said quietly almost a whisper, "I needed someone to lean on, even if just for a moment." His fingers tightened around hers before reluctantly letting go as if it were a silent plea.

"You may lean as long as you wish," she cooed taking his hand in hers again, "I share your concerns, not to the extent I do admit... He is your Grandsire I can't imagine the pain" For a moment they only watched the river together but she broke the silence once more, "... In some ways, you must admit, this has been a long time coming. You knew this day would be sooner than later. I know... That doesn't make it any easier. But you should go to him. I know it would mean so much to him both if you were there, by his side...for his last days"

Oscar nodded slowly, sighing deeply. "You're right," he admitted, "I know I need to be by his side. But... the thought of losing him..." He trailed off, He looked at her, his eyes reflecting a mix of determination and sorrow. "Will you come with me?"

"me? I- I have no place at the bedside of the lord paramount," she gasped,

Oscar's grip on her hand tightened, his eyes pleading. "Please," he implored, his voice tinged with desperation. "I need you there. I need your strength, your comfort. I can't face this alone." He gazed at her intently, the vulnerability in his eyes clear as day. "I know it may seem improper, but I... I can't do this without you. I can't say goodbye to him without you there."

she softly nodded and squeezed his hand,

Oscar let out a deep breath, the tension in his shoulders easing at her agreement. "Thank you," he whispered, the relief evident in his voice. Gently, he rose to his feet, still holding her hand in his. "Come on," he said softly,

Y/n followed Oscar her hand in his as they walked through Riverrun castle, the whole castle quiet and slow as if sitting on a knife edge ready any day for word. When they arrived at the Chambers of the Lord Paramount, she broke her hand from his and allowed him to enter first to keep a respectable distance,

Oscar stepped into the chamber where his Grandsire lay, his legs almost giving way at the sight. Lord Grover, once a powerful and commanding figure, now lay frail and weak, his face sunken and his breaths shallow. Seeing the man who had always been a pillar of strength in his life diminished so greatly tore at Oscar's heart. He stood for a long moment, frozen in the doorway,

Lord Grover lay in the bed, you'd never have thought he could have been a strong man. His body was frail and broken as if he was a corpse barely holding on. Lord Grover hadn't spoken anything coherent for months now and the Maester's where giving him milk of the poppy daily now

Oscar approached the bedside, his steps soft and measured. He reached out a trembling hand and softly touched his Grandsire's own, the skin papery and cold to the touch "Grandsire," he murmured, his voice choked with emotion. "It's me, Oscar..."

Lord Grover gave no reply, he didn't even seem to realise that Oscar was there.

In comfort, Y/n softly reached out and rested a hand on Oscar's shoulder,

Oscar continued to stare at his Grandsire, willing him to respond, to even acknowledge his presence.

But Grover's eyes remained closed, his breaths slow and rasping as if he was already on the edge of the abyss.

Oscar squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, fighting to keep his emotions in check. He laid his hand on top of hers, silently grateful for her silent but steady support.

"He might not answer, but I think he'd like to hear you." she suggested

Oscar took a deep, shuddering breath, gathering his thoughts. He gently squeezed her hand in response, drawing strength from her presence.

He leaned forward, his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke. "Grandsire, it's me, Oscar," he repeated. "I don't know if you can hear me. But I wanted you to know..." He paused, his throat catching as emotions and words struggled to find their way out. Oscar tried again, his words thick with a mixture of grief and affection. "you've always been there for me. you've been a guiding light, a source of strength... Even now, as I stand here, even though you can't respond..." He trailed off, his eyes misting, "I love you," he whispered, his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions.

The silence in the room was almost unbearable as if the air itself was holding its breath, waiting for a response that never came. Oscar could feel the wet tracks of tears on his cheeks as he continued to hold his Grandsire's hand, willing him to open his eyes, to say something, anything.

"I... I think it would be best to... tell him all that you must" Y/n said,

Oscar swallowed hard, his throat tight with emotion. He knew she were right. There were things he needed to say, things that needed to be said before it was too late. His eyes never leaving his Grandsire's face, he took a deep breath and began to speak. "Grandsire," he whispered, his voice thick with tears. "There's so much I want to tell you. So much... I don't even know where to start." He paused, gathering his thoughts, before continuing. "I know I've made mistakes. I've been reckless, maybe even foolish at times. But you've always been there, guiding me, teaching me. you've shown me what it means to be a Tully, what it means to be a leader." he softly said, "I remember... I remember when I was a little boy, I used to watch her lead our men into battle. I thought her were invincible. I remember thinking, 'I want to be just like him when I grow up.'" A tear rolled down his cheek, and he didn't bother to brush it away. "I hope... I hope I've made you proud, Grandsire."

"I'm sure you did Oscar, and I'm sure when you are lord he will be even prouder of you," Y/n smiled softly

Oscar's eyes flickered towards her, grateful for her words of reassurance. He knew she couldn't promise things she didn't know for certain, but still, her confidence in him gave him some comfort. "Thank you," He nodded, Turning back to his Grandsire, he continued speaking, his voice firmer now. "I won't let our legacy crumble. I'll honour our name, and everything you've taught me. I'll make you proud, Grandsire, I swear it."

"you should let him rest Oscar,"

He squeezed his Grandsire's hand one last time, gently setting it back down on the bed. He leaned in, his voice a solemn whisper. "Rest now, Grandsire. I'll be here. I promise."

Y/n offered a tender smile as Oscar turned to her, she offered her hands for him to hold in comfort but,

As Oscar turned towards her, he seemed to buckle under the weight of his emotions. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her chest as he fought to keep himself together. His grip was tight, almost desperate, as he held onto her like a lifeline in a storm. He didn't speak, didn't move, just clung to her in silence, his body shaking with stifled sobs.

Y/n held him in her arms without judgement or aim of him to move, she just held him for as long as he needed her too

Oscar clutched at her, his fingers grasping the fabric of her gown as if it were the only thing keeping him grounded in the world. His body trembled against hers, tears dampening her dress as he allowed himself this moment of weakness. He didn't know how long he stood there, held in her embrace, but eventually, the storm of his emotions began to subside. He inhaled deeply, his grip on her loosening slightly, yet he still didn't let go. Oscar lifted his head slightly, his eyes puffy and red, but his voice steady when he finally spoke again. "Thank you," he whispered hoarsely, his arms still encircling her waist. "I... I don't know what I would do without you."

"you have no need to thank me, and I will be here as long as you need me, be that a moment, a day, a week, or the rest of time,"

Oscar's grip on her tightened briefly at her words. The strength and assurance in her voice was a balm to his weary soul. He drew a deep breath, pulling away just far enough to meet her gaze, his own eyes searching hers. "Please tell me that's a promise," he said quietly, a trace of vulnerability still clinging to his voice.

"I promise," She cooed stroking his cheek and wiping his tear

Oscar leaned into her touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. The simple gesture, the gentle brush of her hand against his skin, helped to soothe the storm of his emotions. He let out a shaky breath, some of the tension leaving his body. "I don't deserve you," he murmured quietly, a small, bittersweet smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"...Elsa." Lord Grover began to speak barely able to form the word,

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Oscar's eyes shot open, his attention snapping back to his Grandsire. At the sound of his voice, he tensed, hope and disbelief warring for dominance in his expression. He moved forward, his hand still intertwined with Y/n's, as he leaned closer to the bed. "Grandsire?" he whispered the word barely a breath.

"Sweet... kind... Elsa..." Lord Grover grumbles,

Oscar's heart stuttered in his chest at the sound of his Grandsire's words. He swallowed hard, his free hand coming to rest on the edge of the bed. "Grandsire, it's me," he repeated softly. "It's Oscar. we're in Riverrun, remember?"

"Sweet Elsa... always so kind..." lord Grover raised his hand but not towards Oscar, towards y/n,

Oscar followed his Grandsire's movement, his eyes widening as the man's frail hand trembled towards her. His mind reeled with confusion, not understanding what was happening. He looked towards her, his gaze a mix of bewilderment and hope. "He's... he's looking at you," he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur.

y/n was just as confused but she moved closer,

Softly Lord Grover took her hand in his, "Sweet kind Elsa... you take ever such care of my foolish boy..."

Oscar's breath caught in his throat, his eyes locked on the sight of her taking his Grandsire's hand in hers. The words that spewed from the old lord's mouth sounded like a fever dream, like a hallucination born of pain and milk of the poppy. He didn't understand, could hardly believe what was happening. And yet, as he watched the scene unfold before him, an unnameable emotion welled up inside him, a strange and unfamiliar mix of hope and fear.

"Sweet Elsa... where would you be without her Elmo," Lord Grover muttered with a smile patting Oscar's shoulder, "Such... kindness," Lord Grover mumbled, his grip surprisingly tight around her hand. "you must promise me... promise to bring the boys... Oscar and Kermit to see me, the moment they are born. Make this promise Elsa."

And suddenly it all became rather clear to Oscar,

Time seemed to slow down as the realisation hit Oscar like a wave. All the pieces clicked into place, Elmo was Oscar's father. Oscar didn't have many memories of him as he died as a young man when Oscar was still a child. Elsa was Elmo's wife and Oscar's mother. He had never met her as she had died giving birth to Oscar and his brother Kermit. Neither Elsa nor Kermit survived the birth.

His heart hammered against his rib cage, his breath caught in his throat as he grappled with the implications. He looked at her, his eyes wide, a thousand questions burning behind his gaze. In his milk of the poppy days from death delusions, he thought Oscar was his father and Y/n oscar's mother.

But before he could speak, before he could find the words, Oscar's heart felt like it was in a vice grip. The words from his Grandsire's lips echoed in his mind, the weight of the request sinking into his bones. He looked at her, his eyes pleading, silently imploring her to answer, to agree to the promise. His jaw was clenched tight, his knuckles white as he held onto the bed's edge, waiting for her response.

"I- I- Of course, My lord," Y/n nodded,

Lord Grover chuckled "That... brings me a sweet peace, and tell my foolish son. to get to work. Once those sweet boys are born house tully needs many more strong boys."

Oscar's breath caught in his throat at his Grandsire's words. It was a command, a plea, and a reassurance all at once. He swallowed hard, his mind racing. So many thoughts, so many questions, swirling through his head like a tempest. But one thing cut through the turmoil the realization that his Grandsire was entrusting him with a heavy responsibility, both as a member of House Tully and as the next in line for the lordship. As he struggled to find his voice, he felt her hand gently squeeze his. It was a silent reassurance, a calming presence in the midst of the whirlwind of emotions. Finally, he managed to find his voice, soft and rough. "I... I promise, Grandsire," he whispered, his gaze never leaving the frail figure on the bed. "I'll do everything in my power to continue her legacy and honor our house."

Lord Grover let a smile slip, he squeezed y/ns's hand, and then Oscars. And then brought their hands together so Oscar and y/n held a sweet touch "My angels, our future, be kind and be strong... be better than me."

Oscar's breath hitched as his hand came into contact with y/n's, his fingers intertwining with hers automatically. The sight of his Grandsire bringing their hands together, the feeling of her skin against his own... it was almost too much for him to bear.

A mixture of emotions - grief, pride, and determination - coursed through him, leaving him feeling raw and exposed. But he tightened his grip on her hand, holding onto her like a lifeline in a storm-tossed sea.

"And promise me one thing, my boy."

Oscar's throat felt tight, his heart in his chest as he prepared for his Grandsire's next words. He nodded, silently vowing to fulfill whatever request his beloved elder would make. "Anything, Grandsire," he replied, his voice hoarse and filled with a mixture of reverence and trepidation.

"... do not make my mistake," Lord Grover said "Do not ever forget to love her."

Oscar's heart skipped a beat at his Grandsire's words. Love. It was a simple word, one spoken casually in countless conversations. Yet, in that moment, it felt like a commandment,

He felt her hand trembling slightly in his own, a quiet confirmation of the words spoken by his Grandsire. Slowly, almost reverently, he lifted his gaze to meet y/n, his eyes filled with unsaid promises and an overflowing well of emotion. "I could never," he murmured fiercely, his voice cracking with raw sincerity. "I could never forget to love her, I... I..." He didn't finish the sentence, the words lodged in his throat, choked by the intensity of what he was feeling. Instead, he simply squeezed her hand tighter, his grip a silent vow of loyalty and devotion.

"Good boy...." Lord Grover chuckled "Now... leave me, Lana has come for me" Lord Grover took his hands away resting them on the bed, and as if someone snuffed out a candle... he was gone.

Oscar could only watch as his Grandsire's eyes flickered closed, His mind was a maelstrom of thoughts and emotions, each one warring with the next. He felt y/n's hand in his, but it was as if he was watching himself from a distance, disconnected from his body. He swallowed, the lump in his throat so tight he could barely manage. He stared at his Grandsire's body, the stillness of the old lord a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions in his own heart.

"I- I'm so sorry Oscar," Y/n cooed squeezing his hand tightly and fighting back her own tears

Oscar's vision blurred, tears threatening to spill over at any moment. He squeezed her hand back tightly, almost painfully, as if trying to anchor himself to something solid in a world that felt like it was unravelling around him. "I... I just..." He trailed off, his voice cracking. He swallowed heavily, trying to steady himself, but the weight of grief was heavy upon his shoulders. "I don't know what to do," he finally managed to croak out, his voice barely above a whisper. He felt like a lost child, seeking comfort from the only person who could offer it. He turned towards her, his eyes redden and weary, his heart pounding furiously in his chest.

"As he asked of you, My Lord." she sniffled, "He died with a smile on his face, and hope in his heart, few in this world have either let alone both. Hold him in your heart and he will never truly be gone"

Oscar nodded, the words sinking in slowly. He knew she was right. His Grandsire had not only died in peace, but he died knowing that he had done his duty to House Tully. And that... that was a comfort. He took a shaky breath, his grip on her hand relaxing slightly. He allowed himself a moment longer to grieve, to mourn the loss before he spoke again. "I'll...I'll try," he said softly, his voice steadier than before, "I'll honour his memory,"

"As will I," she nodded

Oscar took a deep, shuddering breath, his eyes finally leaving the still form on the bed. He drew strength from her words, finding comfort in the knowledge that she was there, beside him, as a rock in the storm of emotions he was navigating. He turned towards her, his gaze locking with hers, and gave her a small, grateful smile. "I... I don't know what I would do without you," he admitted quietly, the truth of that statement etched in every contour of his face.

"its no trouble, I am here and I will be here as long as you want me to," she cooed "Do you want to go? or stay a while longer?"

Oscar contemplated her question for a long moment. A part of him wanted to stay, to spend a few more minutes in quiet contemplation with his Grandsire. But another part, a part that longed for solace and comfort, beckoned him to leave, to find refuge in a different, less painful place. "I..." he began, his voice shaky, "I think I'd like to go, if that's alright."

she nodded and silently guided him to the door letting him go at his own pace

Oscar followed her lead, his steps slow and heavy. He continued to grip her hand tightly, as if holding onto her was the only thing keeping him grounded in reality. They reached the doorway, and he paused for a moment, looking back at the room, his Grandsire's body a sad and solitary figure. Then, he turned away, his gaze fixed on the hallway ahead.

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"Thank you," Oscar murmured, his voice hoarse with emotion, "Thank you, for being here for me."

"you have no need to thank me, my lord." she smiled guiding him down the corridor, down the stairs and into the study. She led him to the window seat looking over the river and letting him sit, she brought a cloth for tears and a mug of warm tea

Oscar leaned back against the wall, He accepted the handkerchief and tea, running the cloth over his cheeks to wipe away the lingering tears. The warmth of the tea in his hands was a small comfort, a small gesture of kindness in the midst of overwhelming pain and loss. He took a sip of the tea, the warm liquid soothing some of the rawness in his throat, and he closed his eyes for a moment. He allowed the sound of the water to fill his ears, letting it drown out the noise in his mind. Finally, he opened his eyes again, his gaze falling on her. "I... I feel like I'm drowning," he admitted softly, his voice barely above a whisper, "Like I'm lost in the storm and I don't know which way is up."

"All storms pass." she said sadly "Even winter must break for spring's embrace. take your time."

Oscar nodded, her words echoing faintly in his mind. He knew she was right. But right now, in the midst of his grief, it was hard to see anything but the storm itself. He took another sip of the tea, letting the warmth of the mug in his hands ground him. Then, he turned to her again, his eyes locking onto hers. "you'll stay with me? Until the storm passes?"

she nodded "Of course my lord,"

Oscar couldn't help but let a small smile tug at the corner of his lips. her reassurance, her steadfast presence, was a balm to his aching heart. He set the mug of tea aside, turning his whole attention towards her. Without even thinking, he reached out, his hand finding hers. He wrapped his fingers around hers, holding on tightly, anchoring himself to her like a lifeline. "I... I don't think I could bear being alone right now," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "you... you're the one thing keeping me afloat. I don't know what I'd do without you"

"Shhh shhh shh, you need not worry what you would do, becuase I am here. and I will never not be here. you have no need to fear a time without me. I promise I will be here as long as you wish me to be. Even if that means you and I sit at this window until winter comes to swallow us all."

Oscar's heart ached at her kind words, her promise ringing loud and clear in his ears. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to drift for a moment, to sink into the comfort and security her words offered. But at the last part, he couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Don't tempt me," he teased weakly, his hand giving hers a gentle squeeze. "I might just take you up on that offer."

she smiled "Then so be it" She tightened her grip on his hand, for a moment they both sat in the quiet but after a while y/n broke it "... did you hear what he said, before the end?"

Oscar's smile faded, replaced by a contemplative look. He nodded slowly, the memory of his Grandsire's final words still fresh in his mind. "I...I did," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "He... he told me not to make his mistake. Not to forget to... to love her."

"... the failing mind is ever a mystery" she softly smiled

Oscar chuckled quietly, amused by the irony of it all. His Grandsire's mind had been weakened by age and illness, but his parting words had been clear, and true. "It is," he agreed, "But... somehow, I don't think that was a failing mind talking. I think... I think he knew exactly what he was saying."

"You do? He called you by your father's name, called me by your mother's... I think he was... lost in a memory"

Oscar's brow furrowed slightly as he considered her words. But the emotion behind his words, the desperation in his grasp... that couldn't have simply been a memory. "Perhaps," he agreed, albeit reluctantly, "But... I can't shake the feeling that there was more to it than just a memory. He... he knew what he was saying, even if the names were wrong." Oscar paused for a moment, his gaze drifting back out the window, "He... he knew what he was saying," he repeated, his voice firmer this time, as if trying to convince himself as much as her. "He... he was trying to tell me something. Something important."

"... Lord Grover, his wife... she... she jumped from the north tower. It was years ago,"

He was silent for a long moment, his mind reeling from the revelation. All this time, he had thought his Grandsire's wife had died of sickness or old age. But... but this... this was something else entirely.

"maids say she caught him at a pleasure house, and they argued for days. Until she jumped. many said he never really recovered from the loss"

Oscar's eyes widened at her words. The thought was almost too much to bear, and yet it explained so much. The grief his Grandsire had carried, the regret in his heart... it had all been caused by that single act of betrayal? He felt a tightness in his chest, a pang of sympathy for his Grandsire. Life... it could be so cruel, so filled with pain and suffering. He could only imagine the guilt and anguish his Grandsire must have felt, living with the knowledge that he was the cause of his wife's death. "I... I never knew," Oscar whispered, his voice filled with both shock and sadness. "I never knew... about any of this."

"I don't imagine he'd have told you... but he made you promise, not to forget... to love ... to not make his mistake"

"He did," Oscar confirmed, turning his gaze back towards her. He tightened his grip on her hand, finding comfort in its solidity. "And I... I won't forget," he promised, his voice firm. "I won't forget to love you. I won't make his mistake."

"M-Me?"

Oscar nodded firmly, his gaze steady on her. "you," he said emphatically. "you, and only you Y/n." He released her hand, lifting his own to cup her cheek, his thumb gently tracing the line of her jaw. "you are the one thing in this world I cannot forget," he continued, his voice dropping to a low, fervent whisper. "The one thing I will never let go of. you are my everything."

"you- you're upset, emotional..." she tried to rationalize what she was so suddenly hearing

Oscar nodded, acknowledging the truth behind her words. He was upset, his emotions in turmoil after everything that had happened. "Yes, I am upset," he agreed, his hand still cupping her cheek. "But this... this is more than just an emotional outburst. This is how I truly feel. How I have always felt." He stepped closer, closing the small distance between them. His fingers were still on her chin, gently tilting her face up to meet his gaze. "I... I love you," he confessed, the words tumbling out in a rush, almost stumbling over themselves in their urgency. "I love you more than I ever thought possible. And I... I want to be with you, always."

Y/n began to softly cry, the sad events of the day replaced by a mix of tears of joy and sadness "As do I... I love you too, I have always loved you, always wanted to be with you..." she cried "But..."

Oscar's heart both ached and soared at her words. Hearing her say that she loved him, that she had always wanted to be with him, was a moment he'd been wanting, and fearing, for so long. "But...?" he repeated, his grip on her chin tightening slightly in anticipation of her next words.

"But... I am a commoner. A smallfolk girl... you are now... Lord Oscar Tully, Lord of Riverrun and Lord Paramount of the Riverlands. I... I am not worthy of you,"

Oscar's heart clenched at her words, a wave of frustration washing over him. He brought his other hand up, now cupping her face in both of his palms. He leaned closer, his eyes boring into hers. "Don't say that," he said with passion. "Don't ever say that. you... you are more worthy than any highborn lady in this kingdom. I don't care about titles or status. All I care about is you Y/n." He paused, his thumbs gently wiping away the tears that had started to fall down her cheeks. His voice softened, filled with a quiet tenderness. "I... I don't care if you're a commoner. I don't care if you are smallfolk. I don't care if you are nothing more than a flea-infested rat catcher. Those things don't matter to me. All that matters is you, and how much I love you."

"... your lords... they- they would never allow us to marry..."

Oscar gritted his teeth, a flicker of anger sparking in his eyes. "I don't care what my lords think," he said, his voice firm. "I don't care if they approve, if they understand, or even if they like it. I'm a Lord Paramount, aren't I? If I want to marry a commoner, then that's what I'll do." He leaned forward, resting his forehead against hers, his eyes closed. "They can say whatever they want," he murmured, his voice soft but filled with determination. "They can call me a fool, a madman, a lunatic. But they won't stop me, not when it comes to you."

she laughed softly through her tears, and smiled "And... you will uphold your promise?"

Oscar's expression softened as he heard her laughter, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He pulled away slightly, his hands moving down from her face to rest on her shoulders.

"I will," he affirmed, his voice filled with sincerity. "I will uphold every promise I've made to you. I will always remember to love you, and I will not make my Grandsire's mistake."

Y/n couldn't help her nervous laughs as she wiped away her tears "Is that a proposal My lord Tully?"

Oscar chuckled, a mix of relief and happiness fluttering through his chest. Seeing her laugh, even if it was out of nerves, was a sight that eased his soul. "yes, I suppose it is," he said, grinning widely He paused for a moment, his smile turning serious, but no less sincere. "Y/n, would you do me the honour of being my wife?"

"I would be honoured and delighted,"

Oscar's heart soared at her words. A wave of happiness and relief washed over him, leaving him grinning like a fool. Without a second thought, he got up from the seat he pulled her into a tight embrace, lifting her off her feet and spinning her around in a circle. He laughed happily as he did, his heart practically brimming over with joy. "I love you," he whispered in her ear as he set her back down. "I love you more than anything in this world."

"and I love you more," she cooed rubbing her nose against his before she laid her head on his tunic shirt

Oscar's heart melted as she nuzzled her nose against his. He wrapped his arms more tightly around her, pulling her close against him. He dropped his chin to the top of her head, enjoying the feeling of her body pressed against his. "More than the stars in the sky?" he asked with a small grin, his voice filled with gentle teasing.

she scoffed and smiled "If you sit and count the stars from the window, all the fish in the sea and rivers, every blade of grass that may just be the start of how much I love you,"

Oscar chuckled, a low, warm sound that echoed through his chest. He pulled back slightly, just enough so that he could look down into her eyes. "That... that is a lot of love," he said, his voice filled with a mixture of wonder and affection. "More love than I ever thought possible." He brought a hand up to her face, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I count myself a very lucky man to be loved so fiercely." he cooed, "and I love you, more than the count of every star, every fish, every blade of grass and every stone in this world. And I swear I will never forget to love you,"

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Oscar stood sorting stuff from his locker, making sure he had everything he'd need for the weekend and doing his best not to forget anything. He sighed running a hand though his curls as he tossed his books into his backpack.

When a little tap on his open locker door makes him jump a little so he peeks around,

Seara stood by his locker wearing her usual outfit of a pair of black sheer tights, some ankle boots, a plaid skirt and a off the shoulder blouse with a wool cardigan over it. Her dark curls in a bun and her glasses on her nose. Seara was a part of the whole targaryen family, and Oscar had a huge crush on her,

"Hi Oscar," she smiled,

Oscar has to keep himself from falling over as he sees her. He blinked, dumbfounded that she had even taken notice of him and making him very confused that she was talking to him! "H-hi" Oscar stutters as he looks up and down,

she softly giggled, "Hi," she smiled back, "you're not in a rush, are you? I wanted a word."

"Oh, no," Oscar quickly shakes his head as he closes his locker. He's still trying to understand why she was talking to him. He'd never even really seen her speak before and now she was speaking to him. What'd he do to gain her attention? "No, I have nothing planned. Wh-what'd you wanna talk about?"

"You're in the chess club right?" She asked

Oscar nods as he closes the locker and picks up his backpack slinging it over his shoulder "Yeah, I, umm, yeah I am"

"I was wondering if maybe I could come with you to practice some time next week. I like playing at home but it's not the same as actually playing against people"

"Oh," Oscar was taken off guard by her request. It wasn't something he'd expected her to ask him. He was surprised she even knew there was a chess club. But he's sure as hell not gonna say no. "Are you sure?"

"I won't if you don't want me to-"

"N-no, no! You can come, it's fine. I just didn't think you'd be... interested in chess" He says the word 'chess' as if it were something taboo.

she smiled "Of course I do. What's not to like? So you don't mind I come?"

He shakes his head "Not at all. The other guys might be a bit... Weird, about you being there, though"

"that's okay, people are weird about everything I do." She laughed "but I'll have you to keep me safe so I'm sure it'll be fine"

His heart fluttered ever so slightly upon her saying that. She had so much confidence in him. He didn't deserve her trust, but he'd gladly accept it "Of course. You'd be, like, my top priority"

she smiled and opened up her little notebook grabbing her pen and quickly writing something. She ripped the page out and folded it over handing him the paper "Here. I'll see you Monday okay." She smiled

"Y-yeah, I'll see you Monday"

she happily waved and headed off down the halls to head home.

Oscar stood rather floored for a moment before I folded the paper to find her phone number and a cute little heart. He stared down at the paper in his hand and smiled. A gorgeous and sweet girl had given him her phone number and even drew a little heart to top it all off. There was no way he wasn't going to use it.

On Monday, Oscar was giddy and bubbly having been texting back and forth with Seara all weekend. He rushed to her locker and happily waited there for her.

Seara soon arrived at her locker in her tights, boots and little jumper dress with a belt around her waist. She smiled as she saw him "Aww hey little fish." She cooed using a nickname she'd jokingly started calling him over text,

Oscar smiled when he saw her, watching as her hair bounced with each step she took "Hey, little dragon" He smirked, using the nickname he'd jokingly started using for her as well

she smiled and unlocked her locker sorting her books "Where are you first period?"

"Science with Mr Manderly" He sighs dramatically at the mention of the class

she chuckled "see you poor thing, he never lets you guys do anything fun." She said, "maybe you should transfer to Mr Dayne with me we do practical stuff almost once a week."

He laughs and rolls his eyes, sighing dramatically "Maybe I should. My class is so boring I feel like I'm gonna end up sleeping through one of his lessons one day"

"awww well you can always text me I'll keep you awake I promise." She smiled "or have I kept you up enough this weekend?'

"You definitely have." He chuckles and smiles at her, sliding his hands into his pockets "You keep me up all night with your texts it's almost unfair, you know"

"I can't help it your so fun" she giggled closing her locker

Oscar stood up straight off the wall as she closed her locker "I think you're a lot more fun. You're like... the only person I know that can make having random debates at 1am fun"

"you need to go to your locker too or are you good?"

"I'm alright, I already got my books and everything"

"okay. Is it too much to ask to walk to class with you?" She smiled clutching her notebook to her chest as usual

His heart flutters slightly as she asks and he almost immediately starts nodding as he smiles at her "Absolutely not. Of course you can" He says as if it were the most normal thing in the world for them to walk together like this

she smiled and happily stood beside him so they could walk together but after only a few steps she wrapped an arm around his

His heart fluttered again, feeling her arm around his as they walked together. All this time he hoped that they would get closer like this, not believing it was ever a possibility, and now here he was, walking to class with his crush, linking her arm with his. as they walked dodging everyone in the corridors slowly their linked arms soon slid down to simply intertwine their hands. Oscar felt like he was on a cloud, her hand in his felt so smooth and warm. It was a small thing, holding hands as they walked, but it was more than he could have ever even dreamed of They soon arrived at the science rooms and Oscar felt reluctant to let her hand go. He didn't want to let go of her hand but he knew he had to at least temporarily so they could get to their own classes

"Guess this is it" He says, not knowing what else to say in the moment

"I'll see you as soon as class ends." She chuckled "And we can sit together in maths is you want too?"

He smiles, immediately agreeing to sit with her "Are you kidding, after that? I'd be an idiot to say no" He says, chuckling with her before pausing for a moment "See you soon then"

she smiled "See you soon little fish" she cooed pressing a little kiss to his temple before she went to her own classroom,

He went bright red as soon as she pressed the kiss to his temple. He watched on as she walked to class, standing there dumbfounded for a few moments, before snapping out of his daze and hurrying into the science classroom. He sat down with a wide and stupidly dorky smile. But he couldn't help it the feeling of her kiss lingering in his mind.

The science class that day dragged on and on and on, Oscar was bored out of his mind the whole time and all he could think of was seeing her again. The thought of her kiss and the way she held his hand and how she had so much faith in him. All these thoughts racing through his mind, occupying him for the entire class. Eventually the class ended and oscar had never left a room as fast. He was excited to see her again, and he had maths next so he'd have the whole period with her. he bolted out his classroom and waited outside hers watching the students filed out until he spotted her.

At the sight of her, he practically melted but did a damn fine job of keeping his cool as he waved her over. He smiled as she walked out of the classroom, and as soon as she was standing with him he couldn't resist reaching out for her hand again

"There's my little dragon,"

"hi little fish" she cooed taking his hand happily having put her books in her bag, she gave his temple another small kiss before she spoke "how was class?"

If he hadn't already gone red from her cooing him he definitely did as soon as that second kiss was placed on his temple "Boring. The class was boring, I had a lot better things on my mind" He smiled, walking towards the maths room with her, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing the back of her hand

"oh like what?" She asked squeezing his hand

"Oh, nothing big, just you, y'know, walking with me and holding my hand and, uhh, kissing me" He blushed harder and chuckled as he looked down at her, enjoying the feeling of her hand in his

she giggled a little and squeezed his hand again rubbing her thumb on his hand as well. Before she brought her other hand to hold his arm so she cuddled his arm as they walked to the maths room. Quickly taking the two empty seats at the back of the room on a shared table do they could sit together.

Oscar sat a good bit closer to her than usual, their bodies almost touching as they sat next to each other. They were still holding hands, both a bit reluctant to let each other go it seemed. He turned slightly so he was facing her when they sat down, making sure to look at her rather than actually do the work that was being set

she giggled a little seeing him pay far more attention to her then his work "come on scribble scribble" she told him tapping his worksheet with her pen

He chuckled as she tapped his sheet, looking at the work he was supposed to be doing and then back to her "But I'd much rather be looking at you than some numbers and letters" He said dramatically, making her giggle again as he gently squeezed her hand again

she chuckled and rubbed her thumb on his hand "if you do all your work you'll get a kiss at break time"

That was all the motivation he needed, he instantly got to work writing as best as he could. He didn't even care if the work was correct so long as at the end of it he got that kiss she promised him!

Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity, Oscar had finally finished his work. He'd rushed it and didn't bother checking if he'd done it correctly, he didn't care, all he cared about was the kiss she'd promised him. He turned and looked at her, pushing the work away as he smirked at her "Done. Now, I believe you promised me something?"

she giggled "Egar?"

He blushed a bit as she giggled "Come on, you promised me a kiss if I did my work, please little dragon"

"yes at break. As soon as the bell rings you get your kiss I promise."

He groaned and slumped forward on the desk "I don't know why you have to torture me like this, you know I want it right now" He pouted and looked up at her with his best puppy dog face

"I know, my poor pouty little fishy" she cooed pinching his cheek "it's only twenty minutes I'm sure you can handle it"

He leaned into her hand as she pinched his cheek, pouting even more "But, but, I want the kiss now. Why do I have to wait twenty minutes" He tried to make his voice as whiny as he possibly could, trying to persuade her to just give him the kiss there and then

"because we'll get yelled at if we're kissing in class." She reminds him "Here will this ride you over my little fish?" She cooed moving their joined hands and letting him rest his hand on her thigh, her hand sitting on top of his.

He didn't protest against her answer, it was fair enough, it wasn't worth getting yelled at if they were caught, but he didn't mind when she moved their hands and let him move his hand over her soft thigh "Mmm... yeah, yeah that'll work for now" He smiled as he gave her thigh a gentle squeeze He felt satisfied with that for now, as he sat with his hand on her thigh rubbing gently. He couldn't help but glance down at his hand rubbing her thigh every now and then. He would watch as she worked, and occasionally move his hand gently up and down her thigh, just enjoying the feeling of having his hand on her. 20 minutes had to be the longest 20 minutes he's ever endured and all he wanted was that kiss now

as soon as the bell rang for a break she packed her things up and offered her hand

He instantly took her hand when she offered it and pushed his chair back, standing up with her "Finally." He sighs, following her hand and allowing her to lead them wherever she wanted. As they left the room he tugged on her hand, holding it a little tighter as he stepped closer to her "Are we going somewhere quieter or am I getting that promised kiss in the hallway?"

"Whatever you want oscar." She laughed as they walked

"Hmmm... something quieter I think" He says, letting her lead the way to wherever she had in mind, he was perfectly content with going wherever she wanted, as long as he got that kiss at the end of it. He followed her through the crowded hallway and eventually out onto the yard for Thier thirty minute break. they found themselves a spot sitting on the raised wall looking out across the field. she softly squeezed his hand and cuddled his arm as they sat together. He smiled as she leaned into him, wrapping his arm around her with his hand resting on her hip. They sat together peacefully, the yard slowly clearing out around them as everyone went to break up into their groups of friends. it was just the two of them, sitting together, with nobody else around

Oscar could still hardly resist his urges, his hand on her hip slid around her back and settled on her thigh, gently rubbing the soft skin there. he wanted that kiss she promised him, he'd been waiting long enough already. He pulled her a little closer to him, his heartrate increasing in anticipation of the promised kiss "Seara?" He mumbled her name quietly, getting her attention

"humm? Yes oscar?" She asked, "What is it little fish?"

His heart fluttered as she called him that, but he shook it off and looked at her "I was just wondering..." He licked his lips and paused for a moment "When do I get that kiss you promised me?"

she giggled slightly and leaned her head on his shoulder looking up at him "Whenever you like."

His heart almost gave out as she laid her head on his shoulder, looking up at him with those soft, pretty blue eyes. He smiled, enjoying the way she looked at him and the closeness they had right now. She said he could have that kiss whenever he liked. "I want it... right now" He practically whispered, looking down at her

"then you can have it now." She nodded

Any ounce of patience he had in him left as soon as she agreed. He pulled her a little closer to him as he turned his body to face her, bringing his free hand up to softly hold her face as he leaned in to close the gap between their lips. As their lips finally connected, he felt like sparks were flying off in his mind, fireworks were going off in his heart. As he held her face in his hand and his other hand held onto her waist, his mind went fuzzy and he closed his eyes as he gently moved his lips against hers

she happily kissed back nuzzling into his arms

He let out a soft hum, almost a groan, as she nuzzled into his arms. His heart was beating like never before and he wanted nothing more than to pull her into his lap and hold her to him. He continued to kiss her, pressing his lips against hers and moving them slowly

slowly she pulled back with a smile and nuzzled into his chest

He smiled at the feel of her nuzzling into his chest and he wrapped his arms around her, gently holding her to his chest as he exhaled deeply, feeling the excitement and happiness from that single kiss. He looked down at her, gently rubbing her back "That... was amazing..."

"mhm" she nodded

"Can we do it again or was that a one time thing?" He teased, holding her close to his chest. he didn't want her to pull away, he wanted her right where she was.

"as much as you like."

His heart fluttered as she said that, he was tempted to pull her onto his lap and kiss her senseless but he didn't want to test his luck and push things too far. The thought of being able to kiss her as much as he wanted still filled him with excitement though "Yeah? You sure about that?"

"I'm sure." She nodded nuzzling closer

Oscar was giddy at the idea of kissing her as much as he wants and in a sudden spur of confidence he blurted out "You wanna come over tonight?"

"Humm?" She asked unsure she heard him right

The words tumbled out before he could fully think them through. At the moment it seemed like the best idea ever, an evening alone with her "Yeah, I mean... if you want to" He said a bit nervously, he didn't want her to think he was being too forward or push her if she didn't actually want to

"id like that." She nodded "we can get some snacks on the way and cuddle up to the TV"

He smiled at the thought, imagining the two of them curled up together, her laying on his chest, them cuddling on the bed, a movie playing. It all seemed so perfect, and it excited him to no end "Yeah, that sounds great... I'd love that" He looked down at her, his hand gently rubbing her back, imagining the evening that awaited them. He could hardly wait until they were alone together, getting the chance to be close to her... he already knew they were going to end up cuddling and spending the evening in each other's arms his mind began imagining her on his bed. laid cuddling with him between his sheets and he was so giddy he almost began jumping up and down

"...oscar?"

He snapped back to reality after a few moments, having gotten lost in his little fantasies in his mind, but was still smiling. He looked down at her after she spoke, his cheeks reddening a little "yeah... yeah, sorry little dragon I kinda zoned out there"

she chuckled a little and gave him a little kiss "Can I ask... It's probably too forward to ask but... What... Is this?"

The feeling of her lips on his pulled him back to reality a little more, bringing him back from his little fantasies of him and her in his bed. The question caught him off guard, he hadn't thought about it until now. Is this just a regular thing? are they dating now? friends with benefits? he wasn't sure. He took a few moments to think before he spoke "Uhhh... well, to be honest, I'm not quite sure... what do you think it is?"

"well I don't know that's why I asked..." She blushed "I know what I'd ... Like it to be. But I don't want to push you or make you uncomfortable or anything."

His heart fluttered at the sight of her blushing, and at the mention of what she wanted it to be, and he wanted to know what it was, what she wanted this to be. "No, no, you're not uncomfortable or anything, don't worry. You can say..." He encouraged her to speak, he was curious to know what she wanted, and he didn't want to say anything first. He was afraid of being rejected

she blushed hard and squeezed his hand in her grip before she kissed his hand and drew a little heart with her fingers "I'd like us to be... Real. A proper couple. Committed and cuddly." She giggled "A boyfriend and girlfriend... Maybe?" She looked up at him with wide eyes worried he'd turn her down

He smiled as she drew the heart on his hand, it was so freaking cute. Then what she said went through his mind it was like music to his ears, it gave him butterflies in his tummy the way she said it, and seeing how she looked up at him, worried he might turn her down "You... you want us to be together? a couple... boyfriend and girlfriend...?" He asked, just wanted to confirm he'd heard her correctly, he was ecstatic to hear her say that

she innocently nodded,

His heart skipped a beat in response, he couldn't believe what he was hearing, she wanted a real relationship with him. A proper boyfriend girlfriend relationship. "R-really?" he asked, not quite believing it "You... you want that? with me? For real?"

she happily smiled pressing a kiss to his lips and nuzzled her head into his chest to cuddle

The kiss reassured him that it was true and he sighed deeply as she cuddled into his chest. A smile plastered on his face as he wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him, leaning his head down so he could rest his chin on top of her head

He mumbled into her hair "this is... perfect" He tightened his hold on her slightly as he nuzzled his face in her hair, taking a deep breath in. he could faintly smell a fruity scent, perfume or her hairspray or something, and he was in love with it. It was so soft and it filled his nose and his mind, he just held her close and revelled in the feeling of having her close His mind was racing, he still couldn't believe the fact that she genuinely wanted a real relationship with him, she wanted to be his girlfriend. It was incredible to him, he still had doubts in his mind as to why she'd choose him. He knew he wasn't the most handsome or the hottest guy in the school, but she still chose him, for whatever reason. He buried his face further into her hair, enjoying her sweet smell and the softness of her hair against his cheeks.

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Oscar made sure to stand toe to toe with Daemon Targaryen. making his point not to be underestimated by the king Consort. making sure to appear strong and powerful despite his age so the riverlords would take him seriously as their lord paramount.

"Tell me, lord Tully. How does one so small aim so high?" Deamon asked in his usual tone

Oscar met Daemon's gaze with a confidence that belied his stature. "Ambition knows no bounds, my Lord. I may be small in size, but my ambitions stretch far beyond these castle walls." Oscar's voice was steady, his determination evident.

"And pray tell what exactly are your ambitions? Need I tell my beloved Queen of a threat of uprising in the riverlands?"

Oscar chuckled, amused by the King Consort's veiled threat. "My ambitions, my Lord, are directed at serving the riverlands. I have no desire to challenge or threaten the throne." Oscar's gaze remained steady, his voice calm and measured. "I merely aim to prove my worth and the loyalty of the Tullys to the crown and the realm."

"and how do you intend to prove you, the Tully name and all the riverlands have loyalty only to the crown."

Oscar met Daemon's gaze unflinchingly, his voice confident and steady. "By demonstrating that my loyalty and dedication to the Crown are unwavering. The Tullys, and the entire riverlands, are dedicated to the prosperity and stability of the realm," Oscar paused for a moment, his eyes never leaving Daemon's. "I and my kin shall always remain devoted vassals of the Crown and loyal friends to its rulers."

"Kin?" Daemon scoffed "Forgive me, your grandfather is dead. As is your father and brothers. You are the only Tully left in this world."

Oscar's jaw tightened slightly, but he didn't let Daemon's words get the better of him. "Indeed, my Lord, I am the last living Tully," he admitted, his voice steady and calm. "But I carry the legacy of my family and the weight of its responsibilities with unwavering determination." His gaze did not waver as he spoke with conviction, "And I shall uphold the honor of House Tully and the Riverlands, no matter the cost."

Daemon chuckled "Do you swear your army, and the vassals of all he riverlands to me?"

Oscar stood a bit straighter, his voice steady and resolute. "I do swear by the Old Gods and the New," he began, "That my army and the allies of the riverlands shall stand as loyal vassals to the Crown and its rulers." His expression remained unwavering, his determination evident in his every word. "House Tully and the riverlords shall offer unwavering support in times of both peace and war... for a price."

"a price?" Daemon scoffed "speak it."

Oscar took a moment to steady himself, his eyes never leaving Daemon's. He had planned for this moment, and the price demanded. "I ask for a seat on your council, my Lord," he began, his voice clear and resolute. "To provide council and strategic insight from the perspective of the riverlands." He paused for a moment, his gaze unwavering, then continued "Additionally, I seek a marriage alliance, my Lord. A union between Houses Tully and Targaryen."

Daemon softly nodded around the request for a council seat knowing the queen's council will need the riverlands lord paramount sat on it but he stopped short at the request for marriage Daemon scoffed and shook his head. Without even needing to look back at oscar he spoke "... Y/n."

Oscar's heart skipped a beat at the sound of her name, but he quickly regained his composure. Despite the surge of emotions coursing through him, he kept a neutral expression, trying to hide the mix of excitement and anxiety that washed over him. When Daemon spoke of Y/n, Oscar's pulse quickened, his mind racing with anticipation. He met Daemon's gaze, his eyes betraying a hint of excitement, but his voice remained steady. "My Lord," he began, his voice tinged with a touch of eagerness he couldn't quite hide. "Y/n?"

"she's who you want. Isn't she?" Daemon barked

Oscar's heart raced, his mind in turmoil. He managed to compose himself, his voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions churning inside him. He met Daemon's gaze, holding it firmly. After a brief pause, he responded, his voice steady to mask the maelstrom of feelings threatening to spill out. "Yes... she is."

Daemon leant his hands against the table and let out a sigh "I assume this is not negotiable? I can't toss you seara or beala?"

Oscar shook his head, his voice firm and unwavering. "No, my Lord. It is Y/n I desire and no other." He paused for a moment, allowing the weight of his words to sink in before continuing. His eyes searched Daemon's face, hoping to read his reaction, yet he kept his emotions in check.

he sighed "and I take it? No Y/n. No army?"

Oscar nodded once more, his heart racing, but his face betraying none of his inner turmoil. He kept his voice steady as he answered. "No Y/n, no army," he responded, his tone steady but resolute.

Daemon cursed. "...fine." he said through gritted teeth

Oscar's heart leaped within his chest at Daemon's reluctant agreement. He struggled to contain his excitement as he responded, his voice steady and controlled. "Thank you, my Lord," he replied, managing to suppress any hint of triumph or relief from his voice. His heart thudding against his ribcage, Oscar maintained a stoic expression, all the while his mind raced with the implications of this agreement. He took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself, and waited for Daemon's next words.

"But! If you fall in battle I take her back. You sustain a single injury in this war that would risk the line of Tully you will not wed her." Daemon explained "... Dragonstone will only supply a single dragon egg per child. Y/n may visit dragonstone to choose one for each of your babes. And if by ten those eggs haven't hatched then are to return to dragonstone."

Oscar nodded slowly, processing Daemon's conditions. Though the stipulations grated on him, he knew it was a fair bargain and a necessary sacrifice. his expression serious and earnest. "I agree, my Lord," he said, his voice steady and resolute. His heart yearned for Y/n, and despite the restrictions, he was willing to give up much to make her his bride. He took a deep breath, steadying himself before speaking again. "Anything to marry Y/n..."

"... Agreed. Lord strong will make up the arrangement in writing tonight. But as my word you have the right." Daemon nodded "you will be wed once the war is over."

Oscar's heart soared at Daemon's words, his mind racing with excitement and anticipation. He managed to keep his expression composed, though a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He nodded, accepting Daemon's terms. "Agreed, my Lord," he replied, his voice steady despite the surge of emotions coursing through him. "I will await the formal arrangement in writing, and once the war is won, I shall have the honor of calling Y/n my wife."

"and you shall be my son in law." Daemon sighed clutching his swords hilt. "I don't forward to the midwinters." He barked as he marched out

Oscar watched as Daemon stormed out of the room, his mind racing with conflicting emotions. The realization of his imminent marriage to Y/n filled him with joy, yet the thought of Daemon's presence during the midwinters dampened his spirits. He took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself. Despite the challenges ahead, his heart was set on Y/n, and he would do whatever it took to make her his bride...

As the day wore on, the thought of seeing Y/n soon filled Oscar's mind. He couldn't wait to share the news with her, to finally confess his feelings for her. He made his way through the halls, his heart pounding, desperately hoping to catch a glimpse of her. Finally, he spotted her walking down the corridor, her long, silvery hair flowing behind her. Oscar watched from a safe distance as she walked towards the kitchen, her light purple gown hugging her form in a way that made his heart skip a beat. He took a deep breath, a hint of nervousness creeping up, but he pushed it aside. He watched her entering the kitchen, checking on the muffins, and humming to herself. She looked beautiful, carefree and unguarded, and the sight only made his heart race faster. He stood there debating what to do, his mind racing. Should he approach her now? But what would he say? How would she react? He took a deep breath, steadying himself for what was to come. Finally, he decided it was now or never. He took a few steps forward, his heart pounding, and announced himself with a tentative call, "Y/n?"

"hum?" She turned to see him "oh! Lord Tully. Good afternoon." She curtsied "you're just arriving at the perfect time. It's muffin time!" She smiled pulling her muffins from the ovens flames sittings them on the table

Oscar's heart skipped a beat as she turned and curtsied, her smile sending a jolt of excitement through him. He watched her place the muffins on the table, his mind a jumbled mess of emotions. He took a deep breath, trying to find his words, before finally managing to speak... "Good afternoon, Y/n," he replied, his voice a bit shaky from the nerves. "Yes, just..." He stopped, his gaze locked on her, unable to tear himself away... His heart thundered in his chest as he looked at her, standing there so casually in her gown, carefree and radiant. The sight of her, so close yet so far, made his resolve falter for a moment. He swallowed hard, forcing himself to remain calm. He couldn't risk losing his chance. After a moment, he finally found his voice once more. "May I have a word with you?"

"yes of course lord paramount." She giggled as she unpacked the muffins from the tray to cool

He watched as she unpacked the muffins, his heart racing with anticipation. He knew he had to say something, but the words were proving elusive. He took a deep breath, steadying himself, and finally spoke "I wanted to speak with you about something important," he began, his voice steady, though his heart was anything but. He dared a glimpse at her, his eyes locking onto hers, searching for any hints of how she would react to what he was about to say...

"oh? What is it?" She asked brushing off her hands

His heart thumped in his chest as she looked at him with curiosity. He took a moment to gather his thoughts before answering. "It's... It's about our future, and..." He trailed off, his mind racing. He couldn't believe he was finally about to tell her how he felt. He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry, and forced himself to continue. "And about us..." he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. He clenched his fists, his entire body tense, as he waited for her reaction. The silence that followed seemed to stretch on interminably...

"oh? Do not keep me in suspense then my lord"

He took a deep breath, his heart pounding even harder now. He met her gaze, his eyes locking onto hers. The moment had come, and there was no turning back now. "I... I need to tell you something," he began, his voice shaking slightly despite his best efforts to remain composed. He paused for a moment, searching her face for any sign that she already knew what he was about to say. When she didn't say anything, he continued, the words spilling out in a rush. "I... I have feelings for you, Y/n. Strong... intense feelings. I can't help it even if I wanted to. You've captured my heart, and...I can't imagine my life without you."

"oh... That's so sweet." She cooed. "I can't imagine life without you either."

Oscar's heart soared at her response. Her words sent a wave of relief and joy coursing through him, and he struggled to maintain his composure. He couldn't believe it... she felt the same way. After everything that had happened, after all the struggles, they had found their way to one another. He felt as though he could burst with happiness. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and he dared to take a step closer to her, "So you... you feel the same way?"

she nodded

His heart almost stopped at her nod. He couldn't believe this was happening, that she truly shared his feelings. It was all he could do to contain his joy as he took another step closer to her, closing the gap between them until he stood merely inches away from her. He reached out and gently took her hand in his, holding it tightly as he looked into her eyes, his face flushed with happiness and anticipation. "Do you... do you want to be with me?"

"of course I do." She smiled "it's such a shame..." She said sadly "I know my father would never allow such things"

"I've... I've spoken to your father," he continued, his eyes locked onto hers. "And... he's given me permission to marry you."

"Wh-what?!"

Oscar smiled, his heart swelling with happiness at her reaction. He squeezed her hand gently, his eyes locked onto hers. "You heard me correctly," he confirmed, his voice steady despite the butterflies in his stomach. "Your father has given me permission to marry you. We can be together, Y/n. Truly together, as man and wife."

without him needing to say another word Y/n leapt into Oscar's arms wrapping her arms around his neck and basically forcing him to catch her in his arms as she pressed her lips to his caressing his cheek to keep their kiss locked.

He stumbled backward a bit from the force of her leap, but he caught her in his arms, holding her tightly against him as their lips met in a passionate kiss. His heart raced in his chest, the feeling of her body pressed against his overwhelming him with a rush of joy and desire. He returned the kiss with fervor, his arms encircling her waist, pulling her even closer as he deepened the kiss, letting himself get lost in the moment.

As their kiss continued, Oscar could barely breathe. The feeling of her in his arms was intoxicating, and he wanted nothing more than to savor every second of this moment. His hand ran up her back, tangling in her silvery hair, holding her tightly against him as he devoured her lips. Finally, he reluctantly pulled away, pulling back just far enough to catch his breath and look up at her. His heart was pounding, and he couldn't help the smile that spread across his face.

Y/n smiled and nuzzled her nose into Oscar's chest pressing herself fully into his armour "hummmm hubby"

His heart skipped a beat at her affectionate nuzzling, and he chuckled softly, the sound rumbling in his chest. He held her close, his hand rubbing small soothing circles on her back. "Hubby, is it?" he teased, his voice light and playful. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his gaze fixed on her. "I like the sound of that... wifey." He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to the top of her head, breathing in the scent of her hair. He could hardly believe this was real, that the woman he loved was in his arms, calling him her 'hubby' and nuzzling against his chest. This was the happiest moment of his life, and he never wanted it to end. He held her close, savoring the feeling of her body pressed against his, and whispering low, so only she could hear. "You're mine now."

"mhm." She agreed "all yours my sweet hubby. Umm oscar darling" she cooed basically settling on his pet names that he'd now likely have for the rest of their lives

A small, satisfied smile tugged at the corners of his lips as she settled on the pet names, her voice as sweet as honey. He was almost giddy with happiness, his heart swelling in his chest at the sound of her calling him her 'hubby'. It was a feeling unlike anything he'd ever experienced, and he relished it, drawing her even closer to him. "That's right," he murmured, his voice low in her ear, "All mine... my sweet wifey."

Y/n giggled finally pulling back with her wide smile continuing with her baking "when will we be getting married? Soon? Of course we'll be living in riverrun! Will we get married in riverrun? Ooh will I get a pretty dress in Tully blue? Or I could make a nice mid red with some silver fishes on the dress! Oohh astorn will be so happy flying around Riverrun all day everyday. He loves the water! Will we get to share a nice big bedroom? And of course as your the last Tully lord we'll have to get to work on lots of little Tully fishes." She rattled off a hundred questions in her excitement finishing off by taking a cool muffin and without warning stuffing it into oscars mouth like he was a suckling pig

He was left momentarily stunned by her barrage of questions, each one firing faster than he could respond. He could barely get a word in before she'd moved on to the next without missing a beat. And just as he was about to answer, she stuffed a muffin in his mouth, effectively cutting off his response mid-sentence. He laughed, amused by her antics as he chewed the muffin, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Slow down," he managed to say once he'd swallowed the food in his mouth, "One question at a time, love."

"sorry. I'm just so excited!"

He chuckled again, charmed by her exuberance. He understood her excitement, he felt the same way, though he was better at holding it in. He looked at her, a fond smile on his face. "It's alright," he reassured her. "I'm excited too, love. And to answer your questions... yes, we'll be getting married soon, probably as soon as we can arrange it. We'll be living in Riverrun, where we'll be married, and you can wear a pretty Tully-blue dress if you want. Astorn will love flying around Riverrun..." He cooed, "...and yes, we'll have a nice big bedroom and make all the little Tully fishes you want." He reached for her hand, pulling her back closer to him, his gaze locked onto hers. "Now, are there any more questions, or can I get a word in?" He asked, his tone a mix of amusement and affection.

"That's all I think"

He smiled, relieved that the onslaught of questions was over, at least for the moment. "Good," he replied, his hand coming up to gently brush a strand of hair from her forehead. "Because now it's my turn to ask you something."

"Oh?"

He nodded, his expression serious for the first time since she'd jumped into his arms. He held her hand tightly, his heart racing as he spoke. "I need to know the most important thing of all... the one thing I have to know before we get married and embark on our future together." He looked into her eyes, his gaze intent, as he spoke in a low, intense voice. "Will you... promise to make plenty of these muffins after we're married? I can't imagine my life without them now, and I need to know you'll keep me well supplied."

Y/n giggled "all the muffins you desire, Oscar darling." She cooed kissing his nose

His heart skipped a beat as she kissed his nose, his smile widening into a grin. He loved the feeling of her lips against his skin, and his hand found its way to the small of her back, pulling her closer. "That's all I needed to hear," he teased, his voice low and amused. "Now, I have only one condition..." He watched as she tilted her head to the side, looking up at him curiously, intrigued by his mention of a 'condition'. His heart raced as he spoke, his hand still resting on the small of her back. "I need to know I'll always get some kisses, first thing in the morning, before you sneak away to bake your muffins.."

She giggled exciedtly,

"Yes," he confirmed, his hand sliding lower down her back. "I want to be able to wake up next to you every morning, without worrying that you'll sneak away to the kitchens before I even have a chance to open my eyes."

"I promise." She cooed

His lips curled into a smile, his heart swelling with a mix of affection and desire. The thought of waking up next to her every morning, her silvery hair spread out on the pillow, her body warm against his. "Good," he said, his voice growing huskier as his hand slid even lower, "because I plan on being rather... insistent in the mornings."

"insistent? What will my hubby be insistent on?"

He chuckled again, the sound low and suggestive. He pulled her closer against him, his hand now resting at the perfect spot right above her backside. "Oh, I'm sure you can imagine," he teased in a low voice,before pulling her into a kiss.

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Oscar sat extremely frustrated. boarder line angry. but he supposed such was a issue of living where he does. he sat at the bus stop waiting for the bus to take him home on this grey Friday afternoon. the autumn days were so short now that the sun was already starting to set over the horizon. and still no sign of the bus. he had called and left texts on his grandfather's phone but no answer yet. Leaving Oscar frankly stranded until either the bus comes or his grandfather picks up. But luckily Oscar wasn't alone.

As Y/n sat beside him dressed in her school uniform but her tie tugged down, her bag on the bench beside her tapping her feet a little as they waited together.

Y/n and Oscar always walked to and from the bus stop together and often sar next to each other on the bus. They where often flirty with one another and they were very much in the stage of both being fully aware they like each other but neither quiet bridging the gap just yet.

Oscar glanced at Y/n out of the corner of his eye. A small frown tugged at his features, his mind a sea of thoughts and emotions at the moment. He found her quite a distraction. in a good way, obviously. usually they chatted and laughed together but right now he seemed to be more focused on what was bugging him. he crossed his arms, sitting slightly slouched in the seat.

Y/n noticed Oscar's annoyance, and shuffled a little closer, "It'll be here soon Oscar I'm sure"

Oscar's attention was drawn to as Y/n moved closer but he managed to keep his eyes ahead, "It better hurry." he muttered, tone more snappy than usual. he really would rather not spend the next half hour sitting on this bench. And as the sun was setting it was making the air even colder. He just wanted to get back home. even just the thought made him more irritated.

"you want me to call my mom again?" She asked

Oscar's frown didn't shift from its place, his eyes darkened. He gave the faintest shake of his head in response, brushing off her suggestion, his response short and a tad rude"No."

Y/n nodded sadly just wanting to cheer him up "... I... Could pretend to be a bus? Would that make you feel better?"

Oscar's gaze flickered over to Y/n briefly as she spoke, the faintest hint of curiosity in his eyes. His expression remained guarded though. He raised an eyebrow slightly at her question, skeptical but intrigued nonetheless, "Pretend to be a bus?"

"Zoom zoom!" She giggled holding her hands out as she pretended to drive "beep beep!"

Oscar couldn't help but roll his eyes at Y/n's antics, his irritated expression softening slightly. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he watched her play bus. "What are you, five?" he taunted playfully, nudging her with his elbow

"sorry... I just wanted to make you feel better"

Oscar's expression softened a little more. He glanced over at her, his gaze lingering for a moment before he sighed "It's fine." he muttered, his tone losing some of its sharpness. He uncrossed his arms, rubbing his hands over his face as if to wipe away his frustration. he glanced over at Y/n again, noticing the way she fidgeted beside him. He felt a tinge of guilt for snapping at her earlier when she was just trying to help, "Sorry, I didn't mean to snap." he muttered,

"it's okay," Y/n smiled "I understand you're annoyed. Excited to get home to your... Whatever it is you do on a weekend"

Oscar nodded slightly, hands shoved in his pockets "Yeah, something like that."

"Come on Oscar, you know you can tell me anything, little fish" she cooed

Oscar's lips twitched into a half-smile at Y/n's playfully mocking nickname for him. He turned his head to look at her, a hint of amusement in his eyes

He knew he could trust Y/n with anything, but part of him still hesitated to open up fully. he shifted slightly turning more towards her "It's just... family stuff. Nothing major, just... annoying." he admitted with a sigh, his gaze shifting to stare out at the setting sun

"do you wanna talk about it?" Y/n gently asked fully knowing how much loss Oscar has been thought these last few years, his grandmother, mother, father and brother all had passed away leaving him with only his grandfather. So Y/n knew to be delicate.

Oscar's jaw tightened slightly as Y/n asked about his family situation. He knew she was coming from a place of concern, and he appreciated her delicacy "It's just..." he trailed off, his gaze remaining fixated on the horizon. he ran a hand through his hair, a mix of frustration and vulnerability evident in his expression, "It's Grandpa. He's... Well, he's getting forgetful." he confessed with a sigh, the weight of his words heavy in the air between them

Y/n nodded sadly "I'm sorry Oscar. That must be hard for you." She softly stroked his arm

Oscar's gaze flickered to Y/n as she touched his arm, a mix of gratitude and vulnerability in his eyes. He didn't pull away from her touch "Yeah, it's... It's tough." he admitted, his voice low and filled with a hint of frustration

"I remember what my grandpa was like. Could barely remember my name half the time..."

Oscar nodded in understanding, appreciating the relatability in Y/n's words. He glanced over at her again, a touch of sympathy in his gaze "Yeah, it's a bit like that. Sometimes he forgets who I am or where he is..." he confessed, his voice tinged with heartache

she squeezed his arm softly "it'll be okay, I'm sure of it."

Oscar found himself leaning into her touch, a small sigh escaping his lips as Y/n gently squeezed his arm "I hope so." he murmured, the defeat in his tone betraying his lack of confidence in his own words

Y/n softly slid her hand into his own

Oscar's gaze flickered down to their joined hands, an unexpected warmth spreading through him at the gesture. His fingers instinctively twitched, intertwining with hers "Thanks, Y/n." he whispered, his tone softening. The contact with her felt... comforting.

"you're welcome, Oscar." She smiled kissing his cheek

Oscar's breath hitched slightly as Y/n kissed his cheek, his heart skipping a beat at the unexpected affection. He glanced at her, a mixture of surprise and warmth in his eyes "Y/n..." he murmured, his voice a touch raspier than usual Oscar's gaze lingered on Y/n, his mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions. He tightened his hold on her hand, almost as if to steady himself "You always know how to make me feel... better." he admitted, his voice tinged with a newfound vulnerability

Y/n smiled laying her head on his shoulder "I try my best"

Oscar's breath caught in his throat as Y/n laid her head on his shoulder. A surge of butterflies filled his stomach, the proximity of her sending tingles down his spine "You succeed," he confessed, his voice quieter than before. He found himself looking at her, studying her profile against his shoulder

"I guess the one good thing about the bus being so late... Is I get to spend more time with you." Y/n smiled

Oscar blinked, his attention snapping back to Y/n's words. He hadn't even thought about the bus being late. Just happy Being here with her... "Yeah... I guess so." he agreed, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He shifted slightly, unconsciously adjusting his arm around her waist,

Y/n giggled and nuzzled closer into his shoulder,

Oscar felt a slight shiver run down his spine as Y/n nuzzled closer, her giggling melodic in his ears. He tried to keep his cool, his grip on her waist tightening instinctively as he revelled in her warmth against him "You're awfully... cosy tonight." he remarked, a teasing note to his voice

"you are too." Y/n nodded "almost wish I could take you home with me and cuddle all weekend" she muttered

Oscar's breath hitched slightly at Y/n's words, his brain stuttering to a halt for a moment "Cuddle... All weekend?" he echoed, his voice a bit lower than usual. The mental image her words conjured up sent another surge of butterflies fluttering in his stomach

Y/n nodded with a humm

Oscar's grip on her waist tightened slightly as she nodded, his thumb absentmindedly tracing small circles against her hip. He was silent for a moment, his thoughts consumed by the idea of spending a weekend cuddled up with Y/n "That..." he started, his voice husky "That sounds..." he found himself struggling to form proper words. The image of spending hours wrapped in each other's embrace sent a surge of longing through him "That sounds ... really nice." he confessed quietly,

she softly smiled and nuzzled her nose into his neck

Oscar's breath hitched as Y/n nuzzled into his neck, his stomach fluttering at the intimate gesture. He tilted his head slightly, allowing her better access, his senses filled with her "Y/n..." he murmured, his tone slightly strained

after a while of waiting Y/n spoke up "Hey Oscar?"

Oscar had been lost in the sensation of having Y/n so close, her head tucked against his neck. At her voice he snapped back to reality, lifting his head slightly to look down at her "Mm?" he hummed, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her hip.

"You wanna make out?" Y/n asked him "While we wait for the bus?"

Oscar's breath caught in his throat at Y/n's unexpected question, his brain going haywire. Make out? Right here? With her? The idea sent a thrill through him, but he tried to play it cool "You... You want to make out?" he echoed, his voice low and slightly breathless

Y/n nodded "something fun to do isn't it"

Oscar's mind was already spinning with the thought of Y/n's lips on his, the prospect so tantalizingly close. He leaned in a little closer to her, his eyes flickering between her lips and her eyes "Yeah... It is." he agreed, his tongue darting out to wet his suddenly dry lips

Y/n giggled looking up expectantly at him

Oscar's gaze darkened at the sight of Y/n looking up at him so expectantly, her eyes filled with anticipation. He couldn't resist anymore. Closing the small distance between them, he gently cupped her chin with his hand and leaned in to press his lips to hers. his heart pounded in his chest as their lips met, the initial touch sending electric sparks through him. He deepened the kiss, his free hand sliding up to cup her cheek, his touch growing more assertive as he pressed her against him he reveled in the way Y/n responded to him, her lips moving against his with a fervor that matched his own. He forgot about the bus, about the outside world. All that mattered in this moment was the taste of her and the feel of her against him.

She happily deepened the kiss parting her lips and licking her tounge across his bottom lip asking for permission

Oscar groaned lowly at the sensation of Y/n's tongue against his lip, his body reacting instantly. Without a second thought, he parted his lips, granting her unspoken request and allowing her tongue to meet with his. the kiss quickly spiralled into something more heated, their mouths moving together in a hungry, desperate dance. Oscar's arm around Y/n's waist tightened, pulling her even closer against him. His body pressed against hers, every inch of him on fire with need for her

Y/n and Oscar soon got into a rhythm their heads tilted, eyes closed, lips sliding, tongues dancing around each other going round and round like a washing machine with each kiss.

Oscar lost all sense of time and place as he and Y/n continued to kiss at the bus stop. The world disappeared as they got lost in each other. His mind was a haze of desire and need, all his thoughts and worries fading away in the heat of the moment

he had no idea how long they had been kissing when he suddenly became aware of their surroundings. The sky had darkened completely, the streetlights and cars the only source of light. He pulled back from the kiss, breathing heavy, his arms still around Y/n's waist

Y/n gasped and Giggled up at him

Oscar looked down at Y/n, his gaze still darkened with want and need. She looked so beautiful, her lips swollen and slightly wet from the kiss. He gently stroked her cheek, his thumb tracing along her jawline "You have no idea how much I've wanted to do that." he murmured, his voice low and a little raspy

Y/n nodded in agreement "your a very good kisser." She smiled giving him another tender kiss

Oscar's heart skipped a beat at Y/n's praise, a small, satisfied smile playing at the corners of his lips "And you're quite the kisser yourself." he murmured back in response, leaning in to return her tender kiss. His hand slid from her cheek to the back of her head, his fingers gently carding through her hair

Y/n playfully giggled rubbing her nose on his but just then her phone rang so she quickly grabbed it and put some space between them so she could talk to her mom

Oscar sighed as Y/n pulled away to answer her phone, the loss of her warmth against him leaving him feeling a little cold. He settled back against the bench, running a hand through his dishevelled hair, trying to regain some composure

"Yeah!... Yes I'm still here... Yeah the bus never came no idea what's going on.... Yeah... Yes please... Ohh uhh- Oscar is still here too... Yeah so, do you think we can give him a ride home too?...okay...thanks mom!"

Oscar had overheard parts of Y/n's conversation with her mother, his ears picking up on the mention of him and her offer for a ride home. He perked up at that, a mixture of surprise and gratitude filling him. He hadn't expected her family to offer a ride home, but he definitely wasn't complaining

she finished up the call and snuggled up to Oscar's arm "My mom will be here in ten minutes and she said we can drop you off home, and we can get McDonald's on the way home"

Oscar smiled at Y/n's snuggling up against his arm, finding it endearingly cute. Her words about the ride home and the mention of McDonald's sent a small thrill through him "Your mom is awesome." he replied, wrapping his arm around her shoulders in a loose hug. He was really looking forward to spending more time with her, even if it was just a car ride home and some fast food

Y/n nodded and smiled up at Oscar with a sly little grin "hey Oscar? May I purpose a trade?"

Oscar raised an eyebrow at Y/n's sly smile, his curiosity piqued. He turned a little towards her, giving her his full attention "A trade? What kind of trade are we talking about, hmm?" he asked, a hint of amusement lacing his tone

"...if when we get McDonald's... If perhaps I was to give you one of my nuggets... Would you maybe... Consider being my boyfriend?" She squeaked

Oscar's eyes widened at Y/n's words, his breath catching in his chest. She was... asking him to be her boyfriend? The thought sent his heart racing, a mixture of surprise and delight coursing through him "Just one nugget? You're not gonna give me the whole box?" he teased, a goofy smirk playing at his lips

she playfully pouted "you an expensive boyfriend."

Oscar chuckled, his heart swelling with affection. Her pout was adorable, and her teasing just added to the fluttery feeling in his stomach "Hey, I'm a high-maintenance guy what can I say." he quipped back, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze. After a moment, his tone softened, his expression turning a bit serious

"But yes, Y/n. I'll be your boyfriend For a price."

"how many nuggets will it cost me?"

Oscar laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners with amusement. He pretended to think for a moment, tapping his chin in mock-thoughtfulness "Hmmm...how about ten? Ten nuggets sounds fair, right?" he teased, his lips pulling into a playful grin

she gasped in shock

Oscar smirked at her shocked gasp, his heart beating a little faster at her reaction. "That too much for you, huh?" he goaded, leaning a little towards her, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes

"... I cannot afford that, I do not have such a nugget budget"

Oscar tried and failed to hide his laughter at her dramatic response. The way she played along with his teasing was just too cute "No nugget budget, huh? Tough luck for you then." he teased, giving her a playful nudge with his arm

she pouted and began to fake cry "you really won't be my boyfriend if I can't afford it?"

Oscar's heart clenched at her fake tears, her pouting lip and teary eyes sending a pang through him. But he held his ground, knowing it was all just pretend "Nope. No nuggets, no boyfriend." he said, attempting to keep his voice steady and serious, although the corner of his mouth twitched in a suppressed smile

she sniffled sadly "you can have my happy meal toy?" She begged

Oscar nearly lost it at her offer. This girl was too cute for her own sake. He chuckled, leaning in a little closer to her, enjoying their little game "A happy meal toy, huh? That's supposed to make me change my mind?"

she continues to pout now actually getting a little upset,

Oscar realized he was treading into dangerous territory then. Her pout had grown a bit more genuine, and her sniffles were beginning to sound real. He decided to end the teasing before things got any worse "Y/n, hey, hey.. Hey.." he soothed, reaching up to brush a thumb along her cheek "I'm just messing with you. I'll be your boyfriend no matter what. No nuggets or toys needed."

"really?"

Oscar nodded, gently brushing away the last remnants of her fake tears. He smiled softly at her, his eyes filled with reassurance "Really. You don't need to bribe me with nuggets or toys." he paused, then added in a quieter voice "I'll be your boyfriend because I want to be, not because of anything else."

Y/n smiled all giddy and hugged his arm tight

Oscar chuckled, his heart swelling with affection as Y/n hugged his arm. Her happiness was infectious, and his own smile widened in response "You're adorable, you know that?"

he remarked, leaning in to press a quick kiss to the top of her head

she blushed and giggled as she felt the kiss but before she could speak her mother arrived. So they quickly got into the warm car cuddling up in the backseat

"Hey there kiddos, you poor things you must be have frozen." Y/n's mom said

Oscar smiled greeting Y/n's mother, appreciating the warmth of the car after the cold walk to the meetup spot. He quickly buckled himself in and settled back, instinctively wrapping his arm around Y/n's shoulders as they cuddled up in the backseat "Thanks for picking us up, Mrs. Y/L/N." he said gratefully, his voice still carrying a hint of the earlier teasing tone from their little game at the bus stop

"aww your very welcome Oscar, now how about we get you two some nice warm McDonald's and then I'll drop you off home Oscar?" Her mom smiled

Oscar nodded, his stomach grumbling at the mention of food. McDonald's sounded like the perfect way to end their night "That sounds great, thanks." he replied, giving Y/n a side glance. She was snuggled up against him, her warmth and presence feeling perfect against his side

the car began to drive off though the dark streets, Y/n almost falling asleep on Oscars shoulder as she was now so warm and cosy in the backseat so he pulled her closer and kissed her forehead happy to cuddle up with her the whole way home.

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Oscar returned to his room after a long day of being the lord paramount of the riverlands, heading up the tallest tower to his room in Riverrun. As he arrived to his room. He found Y/n sitting up in bed with the fire burning bright. Already dressed in her nightie and slowly working wool between her fingers as she makes little socks, hats and blankets. Her belly was swollen so much that her nightie barely fit her, ready to give birth any day Oscar stood in the doorway, watching quietly. His heart filled with a mix of affection and worry. He entered the room, closing the door softly behind him. He approached the bed and sat down next to her. He placed a gentle hand on her swollen stomach, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "You should be resting, my love. Not staying up late sewing."

"I wanted to make sure baby Tully has some nice warm socks."

Oscar chuckled softly, his hand still gently rubbing her stomach. He could feel their baby moving inside her. "Baby Tully will have plenty of warm socks, I assure you. But I worry about you, my love. You must rest and take care of yourself."

"I am resting I've been in bed all week Oscar I'm sure it'll be alright."

Oscar sighed. He knew she was strong-willed and stubborn, but he also knew she was heavily pregnant. He took one of her hands in his, intertwining their fingers together. "I know you feel restless, but the healers say you must take it easy. Our child will be here soon, and I don't want anything to happen to either of you."

she softly squeezed his hand, "I know you worry." She softly smiled, "alright. I will rest." She agreed putting her work down and laying down to get as comfortable as she could.

Oscar smiled, He helped her settle in, readjusting the pillows to better support her. He sat down next to her, looking down at her fondly. "Thank you, my love. I know it's not easy to stay still when you're pregnant, especially with how active our child is. But we have to be careful." He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face.

she nodded and took his hand settling it on her belly, "he's very active today. Dancing and wiggling. I think he's getting ready, getting packed up to head out."

A gentle laugh rumbled in Oscar's chest as he felt the tiny movements in her belly. He caressed her bump, his palm pressing against their baby's wiggling. "He's restless, He's getting ready to meet us. It won't be much longer now."

Y/n nodded keeping her hand on his as they felt the baby, "Let's hope he finds the way out quickly and efficiently. I'd rather not be laid for days waiting for him to figure it out."

Oscar chuckled again and leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead. "He will find his way out when he's ready. But I agree, I hope it happens quickly for your sake. I don't like seeing you in discomfort." He shifted a bit on the bed, sitting closer to her. He continued to stroke her stomach, feeling the baby move beneath his touch. "You know, I can't wait to meet him. To hold our little boy in my arms. It's still hard to believe we're going to be parents soon."

"it is hard to believe. But that's what happens Oscar when a husband and wife love each other very much. Little lords and ladies arrive," she giggled,

Oscar chuckled, his eyes sparkling with affection. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her stomach. He spoke against her skin, his words tender. "That's right, my love. And we've certainly loved each other enough to make this little one. He will be the most loved child in all Westeros, I promise you that."

"mhm, heir to Riverrun, the riverlands and the title of lord paramount." She smiled, "you're going to have to wait an awful long while for those titles thought kiddo. Cause I'm not letting daddy go anywhere." She smiled giving Oscar a kiss,

Oscar chuckled and returned her kiss, his hand still resting on her stomach. He smiled at her words, a mixture of affection and understanding in his eyes. "You're right, he will have a long wait indeed. But for now, I'm happy to just be here with you, and to watch you grow with our child. We have all the time in the world, my love." He shifted on the bed again, positioning himself closer to her. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her tight against him. He pressed another kiss to her forehead, his fingers idly tracing patterns on her skin. "I can't wait to see you as a mother. You're already so nurturing and loving. Our child will be so fortunate to have you as his mother."

"and very fortunate to have you as his father."

Oscar smiled softly, touched by her words. He pulled her closer, holding her tight against his chest. He nuzzled his face into her hair, his breath warm against her skin. "You flatter me, my love. I promise you I will do everything in my power to be a good father."

"I know you will." She cooed cuddling him, "We should rest storms coming over tomorrow,"

Oscar nodded in agreement. He settled in beside her, his arms around her. "Yes, you're right. We need our rest. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

"Goodnight Oscar." Y/n cooed,

Oscar held her close, feeling comfort in her warmth. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead and smiled. "Goodnight, my love. Sweet dreams."

"Goodnight little baby," she cooed rubbing her belly,

Oscar chuckled softly at her words, his hand joining hers on her belly. He whispered to the baby. "Goodnight little one. Rest and grow strong. Your mother and I are eagerly awaiting your arrival."

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The storm soon came and began to batter Riverrun with rain, wind and thunder. The waters of the Trident River lapped at the walls in the wind. Y/n woke uncharacteristically early often Oscar woke her for some kisses when he left for his duties and she'd sleep a few more hours till finally getting up around midday. But she was awake before Oscar, She sat up finding her body so uncomfortable and painful but she couldn't figure out why. But the pain only got worse and worse until she had no choice. "Oscar? Oscar?" She spoke up trying to wake but not panic him,

Oscar woke up to the sound of Y/n's voice calling his name. He was immediately alert, sensing that something was wrong. He sat up in bed and looked over at her, his eyes filled with concern. "Yes, my love? What is it? Are you alright?"

"Could you... Call for the maester.".

Oscar's heart skipped a beat at her words. He could see the pain in her eyes and realized something was seriously wrong. Without hesitation, he climbed out of bed and rushed to the door. "I'll get the maester right away. Just hold on a minute, my love." He quickly opened the door and summoned a nearby guard to fetch the maester. As the guard left to find the maester, Oscar returned to the bed and sat down beside Y/n. He took her hand in his, gently stroking it with his thumb. He was struggling to keep his own anxiety at bay, but tried to stay calm for her sake. "The maester is coming. Just hang on a little longer, my love. Everything is going to be alright."

she squeezed his hand as she struggled through the ever-building pain

Oscar held her hand tight, his heart clenching with each squeeze of her hand. He could see the pain etched across her face, and it was all he could do to not panic. "It's going to be alright. The maester is on his way. Just try to stay calm, my love."

the maester soon arrived his chain clinking as he arrives,

Oscar quickly stood up, relief washing over him. He stepped aside to let the maester approach Y/n. "Maester, thank the gods you're here. Something is wrong. She's in a great deal of pain."

"Yes of course my lord Tully." He nodded as he approached the bed he gave Y/n a few checks and hummed contemporary for a moment before he spoke, "yes... Yes... I see the trouble,"

Oscar stayed by Y/n's side, his hand still tightly grasping hers. He listened intently as the maester spoke, his heart pounding in his chest. He was desperate for answers, for reassurance that everything would be alright. "What is it, maester? Please, tell me what's going on."

"There is no need for concern my lord. The lady Tully has merely begun her labours"

A wave of relief washed over Oscar as the maester's words sank in. Labour. Their child was finally on the way. He squeezed Y/n's hand, his expression one of both concern and excitement. "Labour? The baby is coming?"

"Yes early labour for a few hours now I suspect. A few more hours to go but with any luck the lady will deliver before dinner."

Oscar nodded, a mix of excitement and worry warring inside him. A few more hours? The wait would be agonizing, but he knew they had no choice. He looked down at Y/n, his hand still holding hers. "Do you hear that love? Our child is coming. Just a few more hours and we'll get to meet him."

Y/n nodded excited but also terrified. The maester called for maids to fetch water, hot towels and help to arrange and prepare the bed for her labours.

"Now I must ask do you recall the night of conception my lord?" The maester asks,

Oscar was taken back a bit by the unexpected question, but he quickly composed himself, his mind going back to the night their child was conceived. "Yes, I recall the night well. Why do you ask, maester?"

"Well, children even this young are rather creatures of habit. They want to come out... As they went in one may say." He chuckled, "So do you happen to recall the uhh position the lady Tully was in?"

Oscar felt his face turn red at the bluntness of the question, but he understood the need for it. He remembered back to that night, his mind going over the details of their lovemaking. He looked down at Y/n, then back at the maester and responded a little sheepishly. "Yes, I do recall. She was on the edge of the bed, on her back."

the maester Nodded, "Perfect." He then ordered the maids to arrange pillows and supports to keep Y/n comfortable on her back regularly checking on her progress, "Excellent my lady. The baby is coming along smoothly"

Oscar stayed beside her, his hand still holding hers. He was feeling a mix of anticipation and anxiety as he watched the maester check on her progress. "Everything is going well, then? The baby is coming along as they should be?"

"yes almost fully dilated now. Almost time to get working my lady." The maester explained

Y/n was now weeping and choking back her pained whimpers

Oscar squeezed Y/n's hand, his heart clenching at seeing her in so much pain. He wanted so badly to take that pain away, but he knew he could do nothing but watch and support her. "You're doing so well, my love. Just a little longer, and we'll get to meet our little baby Tully."

Y/n nodded squeezing Oscar's hard tightly "...our baby tully..." She muttered as if trying to use it as a crutch for her pain before letting out a scream

Oscar winced at the sound of her scream, hating that there was nothing he could do to take away her pain. He felt his hand being crushed by hers, but he didn't dare withdraw from her grip. "That's right, our little one. Think of it, my love. Soon we'll get to hold our Baby Tully in our arms."

The maester spoke up, starting to give y/n orders. Ordering her to breathe, to push, and all manner of other things, time seemed endless and sickening the longer this all went on. "Push, my lady. The baby is almost here. Push."

Oscar's heart was racing, but he tried to remain calm for Y/n's sake. He looked down at her, encouraging her. "You can do this, my love. You're so strong. Push."

Y/n screamed and cried through every push, crushing Oscar's hand and clawing at their sheets crying and throwing back her head

With each push, Oscar's hand felt as if it was being crushed, but he held fast, not wanting to let go and give Y/n the impression that he was backing away at all. He ached to see her in so much pain, feeling helpless to do anything but offer support and words of encouragement. "That's it, my love. You're almost there, just a little more. You're doing so well."

"ah... Yes... I see..." The maester spoke up, as blood coated his hands, "My lady you must push."

"No... No... I can't do anymore." Y/n cried,

Fear and anxiety clutched at Oscar's heart as he listened to the maester's voice, his hands stained with blood. "You can do it, my love. I know you're tired, I know you're in pain, but our little one is almost here. You have to push just a little more. You must."

"I can't" Y/n cried tears flooding down her face, "it hurts ... So much" she wept, "Please... Please Oscar I can't do any more..."

Oscar's heart broke at the sight of her tears, the sound of her pained cries. "I know it hurts, my love. But our Baby Tully is right there. You're so close. You're so close. Just a little bit more. You can do this."

"Please no more..."

The Maester met eyes with Oscar a dark look in his eyes. And Oscar knew without a single word what the maester was asking. Whether or not to force Y/n through this unwillingly, or to cut her open and take the baby which would without doubt kill her but perhaps save the baby. Fear and desperation coursed through him. For a moment, Oscar was paralyzed. He could not fathom losing his wife, and being forced to choose between the love of his life or his precious child. He looked back at Y/n, his heart breaking at the sight of her in so much pain and distress. He gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his voice soft but firm. "You have to push, my love. I know you're tired, I know you're scared, but I also know how strong you are. You have to be strong for just a little longer, for Baby Tully. Can you do that, for me? Can you push, one more time?"

Y/n wept and screamed out throwing her head back as she pushed as hard as she could, that one push enough to force her body into working on its own. Her body senses what it has to do and acts on its own to get the baby out.

Oscar watched helplessly as Y/n pushed, every muscle in her body working hard to deliver their child. Her tears streamed down her face and her screams filled the air, but she pushed even harder. He could see the pain etched on her features, but he also caught a glimpse of determination in her eyes. "That's it, my love. You're doing it. Just a little more. Our Baby Tully is almost here."

Y/n screamed out once more and suddenly the screams and sound of the storm seemed to silence as a gentle cry began,

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Oscar's heart skipped a beat as he heard the sound of his baby's first cry, the sound of the storm fading into white noise around him. He felt his eyes fill with tears, his heart bursting with a mixture of joy and relief as he looked down at Y/n, his hand still tight in her grip. "You did it, my love. You did it. We have a baby."

The Maester picked up the newborn wrapping the towels and blankets around the small baby as it squirmed and cried. Cleaning blood from the baby's skin "There we are. Such a brave boy." The maester laughed,

Oscar sat there, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't stop staring at the tiny, wriggling bundle, trying to wrap his head around the fact that this was his son, his and Y/n's child. "A boy... We have a son."

The Maester handed the baby off to a maid and began to help Y/n with the matters of the afterbirth,

"Oscar... Where are they taking him..." Y/n asked tearfully and panicked, "where's the baby?"

Oscar turned back to Y/n, seeing the panic in her eyes. He took her hand in his, trying to reassure her. "It's okay, my love. The maid is taking the baby to clean him up, that's all. He's fine, he's healthy. They'll bring him back to us in just a moment."

"why won't they let us see him." She wept,

Oscar squeezed her hand tight, his heart aching at her tears. He hated seeing her in such a state, so desperate to see their son. "I know, my love. But they just need to clean him up, that's all. It won't take long, I promise. They'll bring him back to us as soon as they're done. Just be patient, he'll be back in your arms before you know it."

Y/n cried and screamed once more through the afterbirth but finally all was well and the maester aided her to sit up,

"There we are. All well and simple. In all honesty a very easy labour. Quite a perk of the lady's wide hips if I may say so." The maester laughed, "and of course each babe it gets easier, I'm sure a few more young Tully boys things will be far easier for lady Tully."

Y/n glared as if her eyes could send a whole quiver of arrows into his chest,

Oscar chuckled softly, amused by the maester's comment. "Yes, I believe you may be right, maester."

"And here he is. The young lordly boy." The maester chuckled taking the now clean baby boy from the maid, "Yes yes, blue eyes. Just like his father." The maester smiled handing Oscar his son,

Oscar carefully took the bundle from the maester, holding it gently against his chest. His eyes filled with tears as he looked down at the tiny face staring up at him. He laughed gently at the maester's comment. "Yes... Just like his father." He turned back towards Y/n, his heart swelling with love. "Here he is, my love. Our son... our little baby tully... Come, hold him."

Y/n chuckled, "I'll let you enjoy him a moment more."

Oscar smiled and He cuddled their son a little closer, feeling a sense of protectiveness and pride welling up inside him. "He's perfect..." He carefully rocked the baby, whispering softly. "Our little boy..."

the measter and maids left them alone with food and wine to soothe the labours.

Y/n laid her eyes glossy and a smile across her face watching Oscar with the baby,

Oscar sat down on the bed, still holding the baby close to his chest. He looked down at their son, his heart bursting with love and pride. He couldn't believe this tiny little being was the result of their love. He looked over at Y/n, smiling warmly at her as she watched them. "He's beautiful, isn't he? Just like his mother."

"humm..." She hummed still recovering from the pain, "Oscar? May I hold our little boy?"

Oscar nodded, gently placing the baby into Y/n's arms. He watched carefully as she held the baby, his heart swelling with love for both her and their son. "There you go. Look at him...He's so tiny, yet so perfect."

"umm not sure I can say what tiny after all the pain he just put me through" she chuckled "hello baby tully. You happy now you're out of my tummy?"

Oscar chuckled softly at Y/n's comment. "I think it's safe to say he's very happy to be out of there, love." He watched as Y/n spoke to their son, her voice soft and loving. It was a beautiful sight, seeing the mother and child together like this.

"as am I." She chuckled "it's very nice to meet you little boy after all this time. You see him there, that's your daddy, that's who's been giving you all those kisses and cuddles while you were in my belly."

Oscar's heart melted as he listened to Y/n speaking to their son. He felt a sense of love and pride swell in his chest as she referred to him as the baby's father. "Yes, my love. That's your daddy right here." He smiled softly as he gently ran a finger over their son's tiny head, his touch gentle and tender. For a moment, Oscar just sat there, his heart full as he watched Y/n and their baby. It was... perfect. This moment, here in their room in Riverrun, with the storm raging outside and the baby in Y/n's arms, it was everything he had ever hoped for and more. He smiled, his eyes fixed on Y/n and their child. "I love you, you know. Both of you."

"I love you too Oscar. And I'm sure he does too" she smiled pulling the blanket back a little which allowed the little boy to immediately grab and wrap his tiny hand around Oscars thumb

Oscar felt his heart skip a beat as the baby's tiny hand gripped onto his thumb. It was such a small gesture, but it sent a wave of emotion through him. "He's already claiming me, isn't he?" He chuckled softly, before looking back down at the baby and wiggling his finger gently, making the baby's hand move with it. "And look at that grip! He's got a strong grip, our little Baby Tully."

Y/n nodded "You thought of any names?"

Oscar thought a moment, his mind racing with possibilities. There were so many names he could choose from, but there was one that immediately came to mind. He looked up at Y/n, his gaze fixed on her. "I have, actually. I have a name in mind."

He looked back down at the baby, gently caressing his tiny head with his free hand. "I was thinking... Hoster, after my grandfather. What do you think, my love?"

"I think it's perfect," she cooed,

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Oscar woke feeling a little like he overslept. He sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes before stretching his arms above his head, feeling the satisfying release as his back cracked. The warmth from the roaring fireplace enveloped the chamber, casting a flickering glow on the walls. As he glanced out the window, he saw the grey clouds of the Riverlands in the distance, their sombre hue contrasting with the cosy interior. The room was dimly lit, and for a moment, he thought he had overslept and it was already dark outside. Then he remembered it was midwinter night, a time when the sun barely graced the horizon. With a contented yawn, he embraced the peaceful stillness of the midwinter night.

"Uh!" Y/n gasped, "You're awake!" She cheered rushing across the chamber from her little window seat and jumping onto the bed with him pulling Oscar into a hug, "Good Morning My love!"

Oscar chuckled and he wrapped his arms around her. "Good morning my darling." He pulled her closer and held onto her for a few more moments before speaking again. "I didn't even hear you wake up. How long have you been sitting in that window seat?"

"Only a couple of hours," she said wide-eyed and innocent like a little girl thinking she was in trouble,

Oscar chuckled at her. Knowing her, she was probably telling the truth, but he had a hard time believing it was just a couple of hours. "A couple of hours huh? That's a pretty long time darling."

"I didn't want to wake you," she said, "You were sleeping so peacefully,"

"You should have. I could have given you my warmth instead of you sitting by that window all alone in the cold."

"I didn't want to bother you while you were sleeping. Me and Jr had lots of fun." she happily smiled running her hands over the tiny excuse for a baby bump,

He couldn't hide the look of joy on his face when her hands went to her stomach. They both knew it was too early for her to be showing, but still, he felt just as excited as her and even the tiniest hit of a bump made them both giddy. He put his hands over hers. His fingers gently ran over the non-existent bump. He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "You and 'Junior' huh?"

she nodded excitedly, "Ooh! I almost forgot!" she then jumps out of bed and scurries away,

Oscar sighed and chuckled again as he watched her scramble off the bed. He missed the feeling of having her in his arms as soon as she was gone, but he was a patient man. "Remind me again, what did you forget?"

"You're present!" she called back as she ran back with a cute little wrapped box in hand, "For midwinter night," She smiled,

Oscar smiled softly and took the box carefully from her, sitting it down in his lap. He reached out and took her chin in his hand for a moment, giving her a soft kiss before he looked down at the little box. He turned his attention back to her for a moment. "You know you didn't have to get me anything, darling."

"I know, but I wanted too," she giggled

Oscar chuckled. He glanced down at the box again, a small bit of hesitation in his expression. It wasn't like he didn't want to open it. But he would have probably been just as happy to spend the entire day with her and get nothing at all. He was a little curious about what she had gotten him though. That curiosity won out and he carefully started undoing the strings.

Once it was open it revealed a beautiful blanket of their family colours with sweet embroided squares of fish and waves like the tully heraldry, "Do you like it?" she asked carefully

Oscar smiled. He carefully took the blanket out of the box, gently running his hands over it, trying to take in just how soft the fabric was. He glanced over at her, the blanket still in his lap. "Darling, it's absolutely lovely!"

she smiled "it took me weeks to make," she softly giggled

"You- You made it? All by yourself just for me?" He chuckled, wrapping the blanket around her and using it to pull her closer so he could kiss her forehead. His arms wrapped around her, underneath the blanket, and held her tightly against him. A large part of him was a bit nervous to actually use the blanket because he didn't want to ruin the thing, but he figured he might be able to compromise on that.

she nodded, "I wanted to make it for you, your always saying your cold so I wanted to make you a nice soft blanket"

He held her tighter and chuckled, gently nuzzling the side of her head affectionately. "Gods, my darling. You are going to spoil me far too much." He pulled her even closer if that was possible, his chin resting lightly on top of her head and his face buried in her hair. The blanket still wrapped around both of them, Oscar was almost certain he had never felt more comfortable in his entire life as he was in that exact moment. "I can never say my sweet wife does not know me." He pulled his head back, and moved a hand to her chin, lifting her head so he could see her face, his fingers gently tracing over her jaw. He leaned forward and kissed her nose softly, smiling at her, "Thank you, my love. It's... The best present I've ever gotten."

"You're welcome Oscar," she smiled, "I had to spoil you, after all you gave me my best present ever too," She smiled resting her hand on her little bump again

He smiled as he saw her hand go to her stomach, and he let his hand fall to hers. He moved his fingers under her shirt, gently touching her stomach. "We're going to spoiling each other quite a lot in the coming years, aren't we?"

"Most definitely," she smiled nuzzling closer into his neck,

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It had been a whirlwind of time for Oscar, having lost his grandfather and suddenly become lord of house Tully and lord paramount of all riverhouses and the riverlands! He had even gone to war behind a Targaryen queen. Knighted on the battlefield and marched home to uphold peace in his lands. Such a tale would be some man's whole lifetime of accomplishments but Oscar had gathered them all within three mere years. He had spent a good few months in Riverrun his family's ancestral home ruling as its lord, and lord of the Riverlands. Following the advice of those older and wiser but still keeping the confidence he gained from his time at war. But today was different. The castle was busy with prep work and arrangements for a grand event.

Oscar. Was getting married.

He didn't think this would be so soon... but his grandfather had arranged a match before he died, of course, postponed because of the war but now it was happening. Oscar had thought to turn down the match but his advisors recommended that keeping the marriage which of course came with a curtial political alliance would be the best for all involved. And Oscar supposed... his beloved grandfather wouldn't have just picked a political advantage, he'd have put some thought into it... He hoped.

Oscar stood in his chambers, as maids went about fixing things to prepare the chambers for the later wedding night and bedding. While also helping him into some more... lordly clothes in Tully colours while they waited for word of their readiness. He wore, thick brown boots trimmed with silver thread, Leather britches dyed a deep blue, a blue shift laced up tightly, a mud red doublet embroidered with scales, with long sleeves, tight from his wrist to his elbows and spanned slash sleeves from his elbows to his shoulders allowing the deep blue to poke through. His house sigil on a chain around his neck, the chain once belonging to his own grandsire. A deep blue sapphire ring on one hand once belonging to his mother, a gift from his father. And the other hand bare ready and prepared for the ring he would now have to wear. His hair was adjusted and fixed a hundred times to ensure each of his curls sat just right. His house cloak over his shoulders, deep blues and reds sewn intricately with silver threat fishes seemingly in a dance around the triangle towers of Riverun, the cloak secured with a Tully fish broch.

Oscar was silent, he seemed a little lost in thought but tried as best he could to be cooperative with the maids and seamstresses, despite being distracted. He took deep breaths and exhaled as he tried to keep himself calm. He couldn't help the nervous energy which filled him as he thought about later, and the night, and all that came with it. But Oscar did his best to keep his face neutral and show no fear,

"Ahh! You look the vision of your father my lord!" Lord Vance smiled as he arrived, a trusted advisor to his grandfather and now Oscar too,

Oscar turned to the older man and a thin smile appeared on his face, hearing the man who he'd known most of his life say those words made him feel at least a little like his father... or at least he hoped he did, though Oscar doubted he'd ever fully live up to his father. "I do?" Oscar asked as he studied himself a bit, taking in the image of himself in the mirror, turning and looking side to side,

"Yes my lord, I do recall your father's wedding day. It was a grand affair half the Riverlands came to feast." he joked,

Oscar chuckled at the man's joke, recalling the tale he'd heard of his parent's wedding day. it was one of his favourites, everyone in the Riverlands came to join in the celebrations, and even some from beyond. His parents looked so happy and... well it didn't matter now. His own wedding would not be to a woman he was in love with but a political ally. "I hope our feasts can outdo my fathers." he smiled as he turned and faced the lord directly,

"I am sure it shall. we have heard reports from town that there are lords and ladies from across the land. From Runestone to Lannisport we have visitors."

A smile slowly appeared on Oscar's face as he heard lord Vance's words, though some of that was the nerves and uncertainty he still felt about today, the smile grew with pride at the knowledge so many came to see his union, "I should hope we do not disappoint them then." he nodded,

"They have been arriving all week my lord. Inns are overflowing and many guests have already taken seats in the sept and godswoods for a hope of a glimpse at the blushing bride,"

"I..." he started, before pausing a moment, taking in the news again before he spoke again. "Perhaps I should head outside, and see our guests. I should greet them."

"You're vassals and council are handling such matters." he reassured, "The groom needs not to be doing such trivial matters. You need only prepare to meet your lady wife. The guests will understand your busyness."

Oscar sighed slightly and in a way felt embarrassed by what the Vance lord was saying. He probably was right, he was right, the groom should let others handle the trivial matter, but a part of Oscar wished he was amongst his people, but of course, he knew this was not that day. "Right... of course. I am merely... excited and I suppose I wanted to meet some of our guests," he commented with a chuckle,

"The feast will be for gifts and guest greetings. And of course tomorrow the grand ball. That is the time for courtesy my lord Tully. Today is for you and your bride alone."

"Quite right," he said with a soft exhale as he ran a hand through his hair, and nodded. Then he paused before he spoke again, he had a question to ask, a small thing which was on his mind, "My lord, I have a question... if I may ask it of you so close to the ceremony."

"Of course my lord Tully,"

he took a deep breath, a small amount of nervous energy filled him. His question was not very lordly or lord paramount... no it was more the question of a young boy than a lord. But regardless he spoke, "The girl, the woman, that I am marrying... what is she like?"

"Tales say... she is very womanly, very beautiful, graceful and poised."

Oscar's eyebrows raised, and a small smile appeared on his face as he heard the descriptor of the woman he was to marry. It sounded quite promising, his expectations had been set low, and he'd worried this woman would be... less than he hoped for, but he heard otherwise. Still, he had one more question. "And is she, is she nice? Kind perhaps?"

"I have heard tales that she makes sure guards of the bloody gate gather up any wounded birds that fall in the castle keep. Bring them to her room so she may nurse them to health and release them once more."

At that, at the words of a woman who would heal small birds, even going against the advice of the maester on how those birds brought bad luck, a smile appeared on Oscar's face. A genuine smile, it was the first time that had occurred since the news of his marriage had reached him, "That's.... that's lovely..." he said quietly, his voice softer than it had been so far, Then he let out a soft breath and a chuckle "I suppose she is more than just pretty then..."

"I am sure she is." lord Vance nodded "I will prepare things, if you give me the leave my lord?"

Oscar smiled and nodded to lord Vance "Yes, Yes of course go on. I hope I have not taken too much time from you, my lord."

lord Vance smiled and nodded heading to the door, he stopped short before leaving and spoke up to the older man seeming choked up a little as he spoke, "... such is a joyful day for us all. All of us who have called Riverrun our home these many years. I know... your father and mother, would have so loved to see you on this day Oscar."

Such words made Oscar's smile widen and even in his nervousness, he felt a happiness within. Then the men's words fully sank in, and the mention of his parents made Oscar's eyes go a bit watery, it had been so many years since he lost them. Even still, today, he felt their absence strongly, "Yes... yes they would have. And... I..." he paused, taking a breath and he tried not to let any tears run, "I would have loved for them to see it..."

"And of course, your grandsire, having arranged this match for you."

"I know he would be thrilled,"

"forgive me-"

Oscar stepped forward, and gently placed a hand on the older man's shoulder "It is alright, do not apologise my lord. We both had them on our minds. But I would like to think, if they were here, they would be happy for me on this day..."

"I know they would be."

Oscar smiled at that, before he nodded and gave the older man's shoulder a soft squeeze "I should let you go now, no doubt there are many things to be done,"

Lord Vance nodded and left the chamber,

With the man gone Oscar exhaled once more, his mind now on his family. He missed them, it had been so long and yet the pain of losing them was still so prevalent in him. But today was not a day for such sadness.

Instead, his mind went to this future lady wife. The girl had an air of mystery about her, even the knowledge that she was kind and gentle did not give him that much of an idea of what she was like. And he could not wait to meet her.

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After some more time adjusting himself and hyping himself up, he left his chambers walking through Riverrun, seeing all the decorations placed around the castle the Tully fish and Arryn falcon, banners and garlands of the two shades of blue that each feature on the house sigils, he peaked at the grand hall still being set up, the place beautiful, blues and sweet silver everywhere, He turned his gaze towards the great hall, and to the seats at the head of the table. He would be sat there with his betrothed. A part of him wondered what they would talk about, would it be awkward? Or would the night be filled with conversation? Was she good at talking? Would the pair of them even get on? He paused, standing at the entrance to the hall. Oscar took a deep breath as he stared at the massive empty space, the room which now would be filled with the Riverlands and the Vale, and the sounds of celebration.

He headed out towards the small godswoods and found many smallfolk and minor lords gathered there who could not fit in the sept all who cheered his arrival, "Ahh! lord Tully." The Septon bowed,

"This is quite the gathering Septon,"

"Yes indeed, I must say Riverrun has not seen a wedding of such size for some time now," he laughed, "Are you ready my lord?"

Oscar chuckled, but he quickly composed himself and a smile filled his face "Ready? Yes, of course, I... I cannot wait"

The septon led Oscar through the godswood, past the many celebrating visitors, before they reached the small sept. Filled with the most important lords and ladies who all would of course benefit from this political marriage, or anyone of high enough birth to get a seat. And of course personal friends of Oscars from his time in the war. Blackwoods, strongs, Lannisters, Starks, Freys, and even a Verlayon. It made his nerves worse, so many people, so many eyes he tried to keep his own heart beating a touch slower than it was. This was the moment of no return, he could not back out now.

He soon reached the alter of the sept and stood nervously waiting. fiddling with the fabric of his house cloak. The seconds seemed like hours but he heard the sound of the cheering from beyond the sept meaning one thing. She was coming. He was about to meet his lady wife.

Oscar's breath was held in his lungs as he waited, staring at the open door, and he swore his heart stopped beating for a moment.

Suddenly she appeared. and Oscar had to stop his jaw from dropping to the floor she was a little shorter than him her forehead would just about be in line with his chin. She was pale as most are in the vale. With long elegant deep dark curls typical of an Arryn. And she had these huge doe-like blue eyes. She wore a soft silver and ivory wedding gown embroidered with wing feathers, with her maiden's cloak of blue with white stars and birds. She carried with her a handful of the many flowers women outside the sept had been waving having taken them from the ladies there on her walk to the sept.

But Oscar was just... staring, with his jaw hanging open slightly he was unable to say a word

She walked her arm linked with an older lord, but she looked up and smiled at Oscar giving him an almost playful wave with the hand that held her flowers.

As his lady wife waved at him, Oscar felt a slight heat rise in his cheeks, and then he realised he was still staring. He quickly composed himself and let out a soft chuckle, before returning the playful wave.

Then he turned his attention to the older lord his future wife was walking with, obviously, her father or some other kin as he walked her down the aisle. The man was quite familiar to Oscar, and he knew who the man must be. The man was the lord Rodger Arryn. brother to the current lady of the vale and his bride's her uncle. The man who had arranged this match with Oscar's grandfather. He walked her to the alter and stood holding her not yet giving her up to Oscar.

The septon began the long words for the marriage ceremony, candles lit and songs sung. and the Septon called out those words that would define this day, "Is there any man? Woman. Or child. Who may hold in their heart tales yet not heard before the gods? Speak now. Or forever hold within your sins and let the gods alone be all that can tear apart lord Tully. and Lady Arynn."

As the Septon's words rang through the septum, Oscar took a deep breath. He had never felt so nervous, so.... scared, he could think of a thousand things that could go wrong right now, and he prayed to the old gods and the new that no one would speak up

His eyes went from the septon to the Lord, He was... sweating slightly, and he prayed that no one dared to speak.

The septon made them both say their seven vows and the seven blessings of all seven gods. And once that was done the moment came,

"Lord Ayrrn, do you release your niece lady Y/n Arryn, into the arms of he who claims her?" The septon asked,

"...It pains me... but I do." Lord Arynn agreed as he gently removed the Arynn cloak from her shoulders, revealing the true details of her gown.

"Then now, do you Lord Tully? Take Y/n as she is, maiden pure and blooming into house Tully and your loving embrace?" The septon asked

Oscar turned his full attention to his future wife, his bride-to-be. He could see her now, without her father's colours. The true glory of the woman before him. He could feel his heart beating so quickly, it was going to burst from his chest. But Oscar did not care, she was truly... perfection. And he would be marrying her. He could call her his wife and... he could have everything she could, His breath was shaky as he spoke "I... I do" Oscar rather nervously pulled off his Tully cloak, being careful with it as he draped it over Y/n's shoulders, bringing her into his family, as his wife. He gently draped the cloak over her shoulders, his family's own colours against her skin and frame. Then as he settled the cloak in place he realised. His mother had worn that cloak, and so had his grandmother. His own wife-to-be was now a part of his own house, in every regard.

"Lady Arynn, say your words." the Septon asked

"...with this kiss, I pledge my love, and take you Oscar for my lord husband." she blushed, giving Oscar the small silver ring with three blue moonstone, modelled after his own parents' rings,

"And My Lord Tully?"

Then he looked up at his bride, into those beautiful blue eyes as she waited for his own words. He took a deep breath, placing the small ring on her own slender fingers as he spoke, "With this kiss I pledge my love, and take you Y/n as my lady wife."

"So be it now. In the sight of the seven. Are One flesh. One heart. One soul. Now and forever. Lord and Lady Tully." The septon confirmed, "You may kiss your lady wife."

The words rang out, and suddenly the world seemed to slow down completely. He was married, he was married to this girl, this vision of beauty and elegance. Everything he could ask for was now available to him. They were joined together for the rest of time.

Then he spoke again, granting the freedom, the freedom to kiss his wife. To hold her in his arms, and to have her in a way that no man could ever take from him. Her lips were just a few inches away from his own Then without a second thought, and without a moment of hesitation, Oscar took a step forward and bridged the gap between them. He took her lips with his own, wrapping his arm around her waist to pull her closer to him. At that moment nothing else mattered, just them and the kiss.

Y/n happily kissed him back her hands squeezing his own as cheers rang out inside and outside the sept,

As the cheers rang out, Oscar felt the sound in his heart as his lips were pressed against hers. Her own small hands squeezed his as he held her tight against him. The kiss continued, as though he would never let her go, never in his life want to let her go. She was completely the centre of his world right in this moment.

He slowly pulled back from the kiss, but kept his arms around her waist, his hand resting on the small of her back. The sight of her smile was enough to make his own grow even wider, The sounds of the celebration were all around them, but for a few moments Oscar forgot it all, he was solely focused on her. He knew they would be wanted for a feast, that the both of them would have to socialise with their guests, but for the moment... for a few more moments he just wanted to savour the moment. Her scent, her body against his, and just her. She was... his wife. Then he chuckled slightly as a thought entered his head, a question that he just had to know the answer to, He looked over his wife, his new wife, her eyes and lips. The shape of her face and the way her hair framed her features. Then Oscar let out another chuckle and asked, "Now that we are husband and wife I have a question for you my lady"

"Yes my lord?" she asked,

"Why did you... wave at me when you... when you were walking down the aisle? I... I admit it caught me by surprise,"

she softly giggled, "I didn't want to kiss you without at least saying hello."

He couldn't help letting out a soft chuckle himself as she giggled, her reply causing his heart to beat just a little faster. He could still remember her waving at him, and then the sound of his heart beating fast at her simple gesture, "Well I must say you certainly caught my attention, my lady," he replied

They made the walk hand in hand through the celebrating sept and out through the godswood.

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Oscar woke after a long night of deep, restful sleep, perhaps his responsibilities as lord paramount of the Riverlands were taking more of a toll than he first thought. The distant rumble of the storm still lingered outside Riverrun, its echoes reaching his chambers. Despite the tempestuous weather, the warmth of his chambers provided a comforting shield against the chills that sought to invade. As he rubbed his eyes and pushed himself up on his elbows, the soft glow of the storm's light filtering through the windows illuminated the room, revealing the intricate tapestries adorning the walls and the ornate furniture that spoke of centuries of noble Tully heritage. It was only then that he noticed it.

He felt the addictive sensation below his sheets. Enough to force a moan from his lips as he throws back his head.

His wife, Lady Ophelia. Laid below the sheets working hard to please her husband. Her lips wrapped firmly around his cock, suckling and licking him expertly. They'd only be married a month and she'd never done this to him before let alone wake him up with it... but he wasn't complaining. He was immediately wide awake, his breath catching in his throat. he tried to speak, to say her name, to say anything. but his mouth simply opened and closed wordlessly, staring at the ceiling his body growing tense "o- oh- oh! Ophelia!"

She let out a little giggle and continued her work,

It took every inch of his willpower to stop from bucking forward, his hands clenching at the sheets "f-f-fuck-! What... what are you... doing?" his voice was strained, barely able to form sentences, barely able to think straight

she pulled back enough to speak "Making my husband happy," she cooed before getting right back to work

he groaned. he could barely look at her, his head falling back against the pillows again as he reached down to grip her shoulder, his fingers trembling against her soft skin "You know I- I don't want- mmmph- I don't want you to feel like you have too-" he said desperately, his voice faltering as he spoke, interrupted by moans and sighs

"I don't feel like I have to... I like making you happy Oscar." She cooed peppering him with little kisses

he groaned, his breath catching in his throat as he arched his back, his fingers tangling in her hair, tugging gently as he tried to form words again, his mind going foggy "you- you're too good to me-" he gasped, letting his head fall against the pillows again. he struggled to find the words to describe how he was feeling, his body shuddering. it felt incredible, her touch like fire against him. it had been so long, yet all he could think about was her and- "please- please don't stop. I- I need-" he groaned again, his words fading into moans as he lost himself in the sensation

she nodded guiding his hands to her hair so he could give her more direct orders

he gripped her hair desperately, his fingers tangling in her soft locks, pulling her forward as if to draw her to him, to feel more of her touch, more of her kisses "please- just like that-" he muttered, his breathing uneven, his chest heaving. the fire was building low, building fast, and he was helpless to stop it, not that he wanted too. he tried desperately to focus himself, to hold back, but it was so hard. the pleasure was so sharp, so intense, it was all he could do not to lose control "Op-Ophelia-! love, d-don't stop" he whimpered, his hips rocking with her movements as he arched against her touch. he was close, so close. he couldn't believe how quickly she had him unraveling. he gripped her hair tighter, his eyes shutting as his head fell back against the pillow again, his body shuddering as his breath came in short gasps, his heart racing in his chest "please- please don't stop- don't stop" he panted, his voice coming out as a hoarse whine. he was on the edge, his body coiled with tension, his hands trembling against her head. he was so close, his breath coming in short gasps, his thoughts fuzzy and wild. he managed to form another plea "please!- I- I'm-!" he didn't finish, his voice cut out as his head rolled back against his pillow, his mouth hung open as groans and animalistic moans fell from his lips as he has the most perfect feeling after just waking up and immediately becoming satisfied.

Ophelia happily cleaned up and sat up poking her head out the covers and combing her fingers though her curls still loose from going to bed last night, her nightie hung from her shoulders "Happy my sweet husband?"

he laid there panting, chest heaving, as if he had just been through a battle. after a few moments, he forced his eyes open and looked over at her, blinking blearily. he looked stunned, as if he couldn't quite believe what had just happened "Gods, I think you'll be the death of me, my sweet." his voice was low and still breathless, his eyes fixed upon her, taking in the sight of her

she giggled and kissed his forehead before she hopped out of bed having a cup of wine to push the taste from her mouth before she poured him one and brought it to the bed

he laid still for a moment longer, then pushed himself into a sitting position with a sigh, reaching for the cup in her outstretched hand. he took a large sip, letting the sweet drink soothe his throat. he watched her for a moment over the rim, taking in the shape of her body through the thin fabric of her nightie "You're unbelievable"

"oh?" She asked sitting down on the bed "Didn't I do a good job?" She whimpers

he set his cup aside and leaned forward, drawing her into his lap, and wrapping his arms around her. he nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, pressing his lips to her skin in tender kisses "Oh, you did too good a job." he said teasingly, his breath still hitching

she giggled rubbing her nose against his

he chuckled, pulling her close against his chest, his hands roaming over her body "Gods, I adore you. I love you so much." he murmured, nuzzling his face into her hair, breathing in the sweet scent of her and letting himself relax

she smiled widely "I love you more." She said kissing his nose

he snorted, shaking his head as he smiled, burying his face into her shoulder, planting his lips against her skin "That's not possible" he mumbled, pulling her closer into a sweet loving kiss.

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Oscar was slightly panicky, more so than he usually was at least. He was rushing around Riverrun, the Tully family lake house. Making sure everything was as perfect as humanly possible. he wanted this weekend to go perfectly as he had Y/n coming over for the whole weekend! He had himself a nice hot shower scrubbing himself within an inch of his life in every possible crevice. he picked himself a cute but not too upscale outfit. Some blue jeans, red t-shirt and a blue plaid button-down as an overshirt. He redid his hair about nine times trying to get his curls to sit just so bad he always got mad and started again.

He rushed through the house making sure everything was perfect, his bed made, the room clean and tidy, the kitchen stocked with all their favourite snacks, the couch looking as cute and Inviting as possible, and he spent a good ten minutes just arranging and rearranging the patio and deck beside the lake water. and making sure to turn the hot tub on so it would be nice and toasty when it gets dark tonight.

Y/n waved as her brother dropped her off on his way to go see his own girlfriend. She hopped out of the car in her sandals and a thin soft black sundress with her hair in two long braids. She took her bag in hand and scurried around to the back gate where she spotted him, "Oscar!" She cooed excitedly jumping up and down at his gate

Oscar had just finished making sure the porch looked nice when he heard her call his name. he turned around and his heart just jumped at the sight of her. he rushed over to the gate and opened it for her before scooping her up into his strong embrace "Y/n!" he smiled and squeezed her gently against him before giving her a quick kiss on the forehead. "gods I missed you."

"awww I missed you too." She giggled kissing his nose "You did only see me on Thursday afternoon." She teased given it was only Friday morning

he laughed softly and gave her nose a loving nuzzle, "I know I know..but..it was still one day of having to go without you." he pouted out his lips dramatically "that's one day I could have been cuddling you instead."

"that's true I suppose" she giggled "so? Are you going to show me to my Glamorous suite sir?" She teased once more

he chuckled and feigned an offended gasp, putting his free hand to his chest in a dramatic manner "Why, whatever do you mean madame?" he asked as he held her up, picking her up bridal style instead "why i'll have you know you have a gorgeous water front view from the windows, the softest pillows I could find, and room service to your hearts content!"

she giggled in his arms wrapping her arms around his neck and nuzzling close to him. "Umm... Your too good to me."

he smiled and walked her inside, carrying her through the house and up to the master bedroom. "Maybe I am....but you deserve it my love." he said warmly, he couldn't help smiling, holding her like this made him the happiest man alive. he laid her down on the bed and curled up beside her, putting an arm around her waist and pulling her close, peppering her face and head with little kisses

she happily nuzzled and shared in the kisses until she pulled back and some seriously "you know you didn't have to do all this for me Oscar. You always do and is always appreciated but really you know you don't have too I'm just happy to come see you"

he looked at her for a moment, and then smiled and chuckled softly "I know I don't have to, but I wanted to." he pulled her a little closer "I like spoiling you, I like making you happy. I'm happy when you're happy! and i want you to know you're always welcome here, and I'll always do what I can to make sure you're comfortable"

she blushed and snuggled up into his chest "ummm I love you" she whispered

he smiled and wrapped both of his arms around her, holding her close to his chest while he laid on his back, gently stroking her hair "I love you too my dear" he nuzzled his face in her hair, breathing in the scent of her hair, and the scent of her "I love you so much Y/n" he chuckled and looked down at her, his hands lazily sliding up and down her back, occasionally trailing across the skin just above her hips. he smiled at her giddiness, it was just adorable when she got excited

Y/n said just snuggled up with Oscar for a good until she looked up at him all giddy "so? What are the amenities and plans for our nice weekend?"

"i have plenty of snacks, movies if you want them, i figured we could go for a swim this afternoon and maybe have a fire on the deck tonight. whatever you want my love"

she nodded excitedly "sounds lovely." She then got up out of bed leaving oscar a little sad he had empty arms. But she grabbed her bag "can I?" She asked asking if we could unpack

he chuckled as she left him, feeling the sudden loss of her "of course. go ahead, the dresser on the right is all yours." he said as he gestured to a large wooden dresser. it seemed he really had planned this weekend

she nodded and began unpacking her clothes for the weekend. Unpacking all her bras, panties, shorts, bikinis, and cute little dresses. Putting all her make up and such on top of the dresser and her toiletries in the bathroom given she would be here for a whole four days

he laid there on the bed, propped up on one arm as he watched her unpack, smiling as he looked at all the cute lacy and frilly panties and bras. after a moment he couldn't help himself, he got up and moved behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her right against him, and nuzzled his face in her hair. as he nuzzled with her he got a better look at the all lace bras and panties she had unpacked. As well as the skimpy little bikinis and he thanked the gods for them knowing the kinda views and fun he was gonna get this weekend

"Yes oscar?" Y/n chuckled as she unpacked

he hummed quietly, just enjoying the feeling of holding her like this, and admiring the view of all the cute and lacy underwear she put away. he couldn't help himself, he leaned his head down and pressed a few gentle kisses to the back of her neck. his hand trailed up and down her body while the other held her close around her waist "just admiring the view.." he mumbled quietly

she rolled her eyes a little and continued sorting things. Before in a surge of confidence she asked "and where should I put these?" Y/n asked pulling out a box of condoms from her bag

he suddenly froze for a moment in slight surprise at her pulling the box out, his cheeks flushing slightly before he chuckled, nuzzling his face into her neck "ohhh are those for us?" he teased gently, not wanting to let on to her that he'd already stuffed basically every draw in the house with condoms just incase, his voice low as he continued to hold her "well they can go on the bedside table for convenience.."

Y/n nodded and set the box on her bedside table opening it up and putting one purple wrapped condom on the table beside the box ready to be used. "So? Shall we go for a dip in the lake before sunset?"

he continued to nuzzle and kiss the back of her neck and her shoulder, smiling as she unpacked things and placed the box in the bedside table. but as she asked if they should go for a dip in the lake he stopped for a moment and looked up at her with a devilish smile "Oh... I think we should.." he said smoothly, giving her a small pat on the butt "but I need to ask you something first."

"Yes Oscar?" She chuckled jumping at his little pat

he chuckled at the way she jumped, the pat was mostly to see how she would react, he loved how cute she was. he was still holding her with one arm wrapped around her waist "I was wondering...what kind of bikini you were going to put on for our dip in the lake?" he teased, knowing very well how skimpy the bikinis she packed were

she giggled at his question and turned to face him tugging a the ties of her Sundress revealing her little black triangle bikini below it "this one okay?"

he looked slightly surprised as she tugged on the straps of her dress, and slowly revealed the tight black triangle bikini, his eyes widened at the sight and he swallowed. he could already feel a heat starting to grow in his gut, but it was way too early for that "oh gods, more than okay.." he said in a low voice, before he suddenly, and rather shamelessly leaned down to press another kiss to her neck. his hand idly tracing across her stomach

she giggled her hands trailing into his hair as he kissed her neck. She squirmed a little and playfully whimpered when oscars hands got a little more handsy moving up her stomach trying to tug at her dress "oscar!"

he chuckled as her squirmed and whimpered as his hands wandered up her stomach and sides, the little whine of her voice was so cute, and a shiver ran through him, it only increased his desire to get rid of that sundress "hmm?" he hummed, feigning innocence as his kisses moved down to her shoulder and his hands continued to wander "whats wrong my love?"

"I think somebody is getting too excited." She giggled

he hummed in response, his hands still exploring her torso, and his lips now trailing to her collar bone. and it was true, he was getting excited. a low rumble escaped him as he tried to control himself "Can you blame me my love? look at you.." he mumbled against her skin his hands now fully grabbed at her chest almost ripping her dress and bikini, his lips trailing down her her chest making her giggle and squirm playfully

"oscar come on I thought we were going swimming" she teased he continued trailing kisses down her chest, while his hands gripped her tight, his fingers digging into her skin. he couldn't control himself, not when she was dressed like this in the outfit he'd only ever seen in his dreams

"mmmm... swimming can wait my love... I want you now..." he mumbled against her skin without warning oscar turned them and tossed her on the bed. Crawling himself ontop of her tossing his overshirt and yanking her dress off revealing the skimpy black bikini. He groaned and pulled her into a lusty make out which she didn't protest to. without warning he tossed her onto the bed, and quickly climbed on top. yanking her sundress off to reveal the black bikini. his shirt went flying too, as his body pressed down on hers. and they instantly began a rather lusty, passionate make out. his hands roaming up and down her body, touching and grabbing every little inch of skin he could. his tongue slipping into her mouth, as he groaned. he needed her now, today, this very moment he could hear her soft whines and whimpers as he kept exploring her body with his hands, the sensation and sounds only making him want her more. he began trailing kisses down her body, across her chest and down her stomach, wanting to taste every inch of her. the little gasps and moans coming from her only serving to drive him more crazy "Gods... you taste so good..." he mumbled between kisses, trailing down towards her hips

oscar smirked as he pulled back enough to take a breath and he grabbed the purple condom she'd laid out on the bedside table holding the wrapper in his teeth as he looks down at her.

She bit her lip and nodded grinding her hips on him, and tugging at the little knots that held on her bikini

"you really want this don't you...?" he breathed in a low, gravely voice, the condom wrapper dangling from his teeth

Y/n nodded

he quickly and impatiently tore open the wrapper with his teeth and kept it in his hand. he looked down at her, and he was still breathless, he needed this more than anything right now, he held her hip with one hand and leaned down to her ear "I love you, my dear." he breathed into her ear

"I love you more" she cooed

he chuckled softly and kissed her jaw for a moment, as his body laid on top of hers. "not possible my love.." he smirked ripping her bikini top off.

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War was a complicated thing, not only the harshness of battle but also the complex political matters interwoven with every ally and enemy. But the battle was now over, and the war won. King Aegon the Third now sat on the throne with his queen. The war ended by simply two children swearing oaths they didn't understand. But the realm was once more at peace

Leaving the people of the kingdom to return to normality, and the lords to clean up the mess the war had left them in. One of these such messes was a marriage.

When the war was at its cusp, Daemon Targaryen needed to raise an army large enough to combat King's Landing and the Hightowers. So he gathered the support of the Riverlands, Daemon needed their army in size and skill, and Oscar Tully needed to assert himself as Lord paramount before his lords to quell any uprising against him as he was the youngest of all lords in the Riverlands. And a deal was struck... Oscar Tully as lord paramount was the last Tully living, he would need a wife to keep his family line alive. So Daemon agreed that when the war was over... Oscar would get to have Y/n, Daemon's Eldest daughter as his bride.

Now war was won there were questions if the match would still go ahead, but he agreed for the sake of his oath.

Oscar sat alone in the great hall of Riverrun. He was nervous. He was about to meet his future wife for the first time and he was completely and utterly unsure of what to do. His blue eyes scanned over the room, it had been done up particularly nice this day for her arrival, the Tully sigil was proudly on display everywhere. And the room looked remarkably clean and tidy. He got up and began to pace, back and fourth in front of his chair.

What if she didn't like him, what if he didn't like her. They knew nothing of each other. They had never met, not once!

What he did know was this was the most nervous he had ever felt. And he didn't know why. Why was he so nervous about this woman, who was basically a total stranger to him.

The doors opening brought Oscar to a stop in his pacing. He turned around and stood straight, his hands clenched behind his back.

Lord Bigglestone hurried inside bowing "My lord Paramount."

He nodded and smiled at Bigglestone. "You may rise, what is it?"

"The Party from Dragonstone arrives at the gates, My Lord." He nodded,

Oscar's heart jumped, he could feel it in his chest, banging away. He swallowed deeply to try and fight the sudden lump in his throat, "They are here? Right now?"

"Yes My Lord, your lady wife with them."

He nodded, his heart was now beating like a war drum in his chest. His hands were clenched so tightly that his knuckles were whitening, "Very well, take me to them."

Lord Bigglestone nodded and led Oscar through the castle to the courtyard, the drawbridge across the river bridge was lowered and a small carriage and four horses trotted slowly though,

Oscar's heart in his mouth, his head filled with many conflicting emotions, was he excited? Nervous? Both?

The Carriage came fully beyond the bridge and stopped, the four guards dismounted their horses and opened the carriage door placing a set of steps below it. Five or six young women scuttered out in the familiar red and black dresses the servants of House Targaryen always seemed to wear.

Oscar found himself holding his breath. He watched the girls line up and bow to him, his eyes wandering to each one of them trying to figure out which one was his betrothed, his soon-to-be wife.

But that was soon answered as the final figure left the carriage. Princess Y/n Targaryen emerged. She wore knee-high black boots, stockings and several layers of dress most of which a dulled Targaryen red with Juliet sleeves. She wore a tight black valyrian steel corset as sort of a chestplate-like armour more than fashion. Long slightly curly dark hair pulled back by a tiara of the same valyrian steel as her corset. Pale skin, and the typical purple eyes.

His breath was taken from him. Oscar stood watching her step from the carriage as if in a daze. He couldn't help staring, he had never seen such beauty. Not a single lady in the Riverlands or anywhere else was worthy to stand next to her, she was a sight beyond compare. He had to force his mouth closed as he realised he was gawping, her appearance was enough to send his heart into a frenzy.

She climbed down without assistance and walked to Oscar her hands clasped in front of her waist, she bowed.

He bowed in return, then looked up and cleared his throat. "It's- It's so good to finally meet you. My lady- princess. I mean."

"As it is grand to finally meet you, Lord Paramount. Now that we may celebrate peace and ... oaths once sworn." Her tone was a little sharp, almost like she wasn't ... thrilled,

He caught that edge in her tone. Her last words gave it away fully. She didn't want this marriage. She didn't want him. The thought stung, he wanted to make a good first impression, he wanted her to like him, but instead she looked like she'd rather be anywhere but here. He swallowed once more. "Y-yes. So we may," He let the silence hang awkwardly between them for a few moments. He wanted to say more but no words came. His feelings of excitement and nervousness had vanished, he was now feeling awkward and a mixture of disappointment and confusion. He was supposed to be married to her, how were they to last if she didn't like him? His blue eyes lingered on her, he was at a loss again for words.

Bigglestone looked uncomfortable as they stood in silence, "Perhaps... Lord Tully the princess Y/n may like a tour and perhaps a history of Riverrun. As it is to be her new home?" Lord Bigglestone spoke up,

Oscar was glad to have Bigglestone break the awkward tension. He nodded, his eyes breaking away from hers and turning to Bigglestone. "Yes, Yes. Of course. We can tour Riverrun" he said, his voice a little shaky. He turned his head back to Y/n. "Would you care for a tour, my lady?"

"That is, agreeable." she nodded offering her arm,

He took her arm, holding onto it gently as he began to lead her around Riverrun. Bigglestone hung back, letting the couple have some space and privacy. The air between them was still somewhat tense, but Oscar was determined to try and talk. He wasn't too good at it, but he had to try. "So... um... how was the journey from Kings Landing? Was it a long one?"

"It was quick. And Luckily Eventless..."

He nodded, taking note of the emphasis she put on the word eventless. The air hung awkwardly between them once again, before Oscar quickly spoke again. He didn't want her feeling any more dislike towards him than she already did. "Have you ever been to a Riverlands before?" he asked, it was a weak question that he immediately wanted to take back but it was all that came to his mind,

"No."

He internally cursed himself. Small talk had never been his forte but it was never this hard. He wracked his brain, trying to think of something different to say and to prevent it going awkwardly silent again, "Ah, well this is my home, Riverrun. It sits across the Tumblestone which we can see there." He pointed out multiple other sights, including the godswood, the castle itself, the great hall, his high seat, his own solar. As he pointed out they got closer and closer to the great hall again. Oscar's mind was working overtime to find something else to talk about, but every time he found something it didn't come to him to ask. As they reached the great hall again right where they had began, "And this is the great hall...Again. Where we will no doubt spend much time together"

"... I see." Y/n nodded glancing around the room,

He watched her eyes wander about the room, a silence falling as she fixated on the window seats. was she just admiring the view? Was she wishing she was back in Kings landing? He didn't know why but he had to keep talking so that the conversation didn't end again "Beautiful view isn't it?"

"Umm... grey," she said,

He tried to keep the surprise and confusion he felt from showing on his face. He'd never heard someone describe the riverlands like that. To most people it looked like a rich and beautiful place. He took a deep breath, choosing his words very carefully "Grey, princess?"

"Very grey, rainy and wet." she answered her eyes still on the window seats

He couldn't help feel a bit offended by her description of his home. The riverlands were beautiful, sure it was muggy and wet at times but it was very green, the grey was just the rain passing through. He couldn't understand why she was so... unenthusiastic about the land to be her home, her land as lady. "Well... there is a lot of rivers and rain. It'll grow on you, I suppose" He knew what he had to ask, but he so desperately wanted to avoid it, and he felt a deep sense of dread as he said the dreaded question "If you don't mind me asking... do you want to be here, my princess?"

"How so?" she asked leaving his arm to walk to a window seat, she sat herself down and let out a long sigh,

He followed her and didn't sit down, standing in front of her as she sat looking out the window, "Well... you just... don't seem to like the Riverlands that much, or me. You don't seem to want to be here. You don't want to marry me... do you?" he said, his voice was beginning to waver as he spoke,

"... I suppose I don't." she answered sadly, "Forgive me... I mean not to offend you or cause you distress. I have... rather felt disillusioned with most things of late."

His heart sunk at her words, she didn't want to marry him. He had never felt such a wave of dejection hit him. But even amongst the pain and shock, he tried to keep calm and be reasonable. "I-I suppose I understand. You know, I didn't want this either. I didn't want to marry for politics." he found the courage to sit beside her on the window seat,

"I must ask, why did you make this agreement with my father? Before the war? To what end was it? You'd never met me, we were at a fool's hope, the closest we may ever have gotten was if they happened to have placed our heads on nearby spikes when the war was over..."

He listened to her words, staring at the floor beside him. He took a shaky breath as he looked up to her, his eyes meeting hers. "It was necessary. In a time of such violence, such chaos. We all needed allies. Your father offered, I had to accept."

Y/n nodded, "and I suppose being the last living Tully... may have spurred you somewhat? In need of heirs and all."

He nodded, his eyes still locked on hers as he spoke, "That was part of it... amongst other things. House Tully must go on. I-I know you didn't want a betrothal before the war. But I thought at least, if it had to happen, perhaps after the war you may have been happy to. But... it doesn't seem that's the case"

"...It is not that I am unhappy with you Lord Tully. If I may be frank I know nothing of you, you have been kind and pleasant throughout our interactions today and I hold no grudge against you." she explained, "I... meerly am unhappy with the circumstances. My Father traded me away for an army only days after my betrothed was found dead. Watching my family be picked off one by one by this war... and now to watch my youngest brother take the crown. Even though I am my mother's eldest living child... which was her own claim to the throne that tossed us all to war in the first place. But no... I am not to be queen. But to be a lady to a noble house and the bride to a man I never met." she explained, "I suppose I should be happy, perhaps without your alliance with my father... I might have died... but that brings me little comfort,"

He listened intently as she spoke, he felt a pang of sympathy and understanding as he heard her words. He realised now that it wasn't that she was unhappy with him. It was life that had given her grief. As she spoke he found himself scooting closer to her and, without thinking, slipped his hand in hers and squeezed it, to comfort her. "I get it..." He spoke, his voice sincere and compassionate, He looked at their hands for a moment, feeling her soft skin against his own, before looking back up at her. "You've lost your lover, your family, all in the space of just a few short years. Anyone would be unhappy and broken in those circumstances..."

Y/n squeezed his hand back,

He couldn't help how good it felt to have her squeeze his hand. It made his heart skip a beat. The whole situation was strange, they were betrothed, but yet he barely knew her, he'd never met her for all he knew. Yet in just a few short minutes he was feeling a strange connection to her, as if he'd known her for years. He spoke softy as he looked into her eyes "This may sound silly... but I feel I know you. It's like we're old friends."

"Perhaps... it is the endless trauma of war," she joked,

He couldn't stop the soft laugh that escaped his lips at her comment, "Perhaps. It certainly makes you feel older than you rightfully are" His laughter died down, as his mind was filled with thoughts once more. Suddenly, he felt a strange and irrational urge. It'd he almost sounded out of place, considering the topic. "May I ask you a personal question?"

"Well... you are to be my husband. I suppose we should begin to be personal."

His heart skipped a beat as the thought he'd be her husband hit him again. He took a breath before asking his question "How did your lover die?... if you don't mind me asking..."

"... He was eaten." she nodded, "...Attacked while flying his dragon, another dragon bit him and then he fell into the water. His body was so torn up barely more than shreds could ever be found..." she explained wiping a tear, "forgive me..."

He wanted to reply, but the words got caught in his throat, "That's terrible... I-I'm so sorry"

Y/n sniffled and did her best to wipe away her tears "... I begged him not to go. But he insisted... I can't help feeling responsible... if I had perhaps convinced him to stay he'd... he'd still be here."

He squeezed her hand that was in his once again. It pained him to see her so upset and so sad. The image of her lover falling and being torn apart was stuck in his mind and he felt such sympathy for her. He swallowed and responded, his voice was gentle and comforting "It's not your fault, you did nothing wrong" Without really thinking, he moved closer to her on the window seat. He turned so he was facing her directly, looking into her eyes as he spoke "It's not your fault. He made his own decision to go into the fray, you tried to convince him not to, you tried your best to stop him"

"He always was my most foolish brother..."

His face filled with confusion at her words, "Brother? Your lover was your own brother? Your own blood?"

she nodded and cracked a small smile, "I am Targaryen... we didn't like it.. but... tradition."

He was stunned into silence as he stared at her for a few moments. He knew of the many traditions Targaryen's held and of their incestual nature. But being confronted directly with it stunned him into momentary silence. His tongue finally became unglued, as he found his voice again. His words were gentle and sincere, almost like he was tip-toeing around a dangerous topic. "Did-Did that ever bother you? The... the incest..."

"at times, it was awkward of course. But... comforting someways, everyone knew one another so well that once coupling up began it sort of... just felt normal I suppose."

His face was still somewhat shocked, and slightly horrified at her words. But at the same time, he had to admit there was a certain logic to it. It certainly made marriages much easier when you'd known everyone all your life. He swallowed and spoke again, still keeping his tone soft and kind, "I suppose so... was this something you always knew you would have to do? Have a brother as a lover?"

"It was a... unspoken normality. That I would wed another Targaryen be it a brother, cousin, uncle..."

He tried to picture it in his mind, being told that he would have to marry and bed a family member. It was still as bizarre and disturbing a concept to him though. How could she be so casual about it? How could she not be in a state of shock and disgust from it all. He looked at her with slight bewilderment "And you... never really had a problem with it?"

"I suppose it was just normal... I felt strange about it but not like I could voice such feelings."

He nodded his head, he almost didn't want to ask this next question, the answer to it might disturb him even more than he all ready was. But he had to ask, his mind would linger on it until he did, "Did you... love him? Your brother?"

"As a brother. Yes. As a lover... I... don't truly know."

He took a couple of moments, trying to understand what she said. He'd always heard that Targaryen's loved their family too much, in the wrong ways. If it was true, it was true for her His brain was spinning but he couldn't help ask his next question, "Have you.... Ever been with anyone then?"

"I... have." she admitted, Y/n didn't want to lie to Oscar even if she knew already he wasn't happy,

He felt his heart drop a little as she spoke. It surprised him a little to hear that she had had another lover. He had assumed she was as innocent, virginal and untouched as any highborn Lady would be. The news made him feel a pang of jealousy, even though there was no reason to be jealous. He spoke again, his voice was low and quiet, almost a whisper "Who?"

"Lucerys..." she admitted "We were betrothed so... I suppose we went as far as many betrothals go."

He felt that pang of betrayal and pain again as she spoke. The thought of her being intimate with another man pained him for some reason. He tried to reason in his mind why, he didn't own her yet, he had no right to feel this way. He forced himself to say his response "How-... how intimate?"

"Kissing... touching... but my maidenhead is preserved, I promise you."

He was relieved by her words. He felt that pang of relief wash over him as she confirmed his fears were unfounded, she was still a maiden. He took a breath, "That is good... that is good..." He suddenly realised he may have sounded rather possessive, like he had some hold over her or her body. He quickly tried to backtrack and soften his words but he fumbled for a second. "I-I mean... I uh- was expecting you to be a maiden. But to know that no other man has... y'know... been with you. I-I'm somewhat happy" He said, his voice somewhat flustered as he spoke, he was cursing himself in his own mind. Why on earth did he sound so desperate?

"Thank you my Lord," Y/n smiled and squeezed Oscars hand giving him a small peck on the cheek,

He felt his heart skip a beat as she squeezed his hand once more. He couldn't stop the smile that formed on his lips when she kissed his cheek. He suddenly felt the urge to kiss her properly, to kiss her on the lips. He tried to force the thought from his mind, he wasn't her husband yet. He felt his heart flutter more as she leaned her head on his shoulder. The urge to kiss her grew and he gently wrapped his arm around her, allowing her to lean comfortably against him. The feeling of her head on his shoulder made his skin feel warm and tingly

"No need for such formalities. Please, call me Oscar..."

"Are you sure my lord?"

He smiled down at her. She was still leaning on his shoulder and he felt his chest tighten as her soft hair brushed against his neck "Of course. We are betrothed after all. It's a little silly for us to not be on first-name terms"

"As you request, Oscar."

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Oscar had left the looming stone walls of Riverrun, seeking solace in the embrace of nature. The past few months had transformed the castle into a frenzied hub of activity, its halls echoing with the voices of courtiers and soldiers alike. The burden of leadership weighed heavily on his shoulders. War had been hard, but rule demanded a relentless dedication that proved exhausting.

Every day was a cacophony of tasks, endless meetings piled upon him like the waves of the river, each demanding his attention and patience. He felt trapped in a cycle of tedious inquiries and trivial concerns that chipped away at his sanity.

As he rowed away from the castle, the tranquil rhythm of his oars breaking the water's surface felt liberating. The lush greenery lining the banks swayed gently in the breeze, and a chorus of birdsong filled the air, weaving a soothing melody around him. The soft breeze caressed his face, carrying with it the scents of damp earth and blooming wildflowers. With each stroke of the oars, Oscar felt the weight of his responsibilities begin to lift, allowing him a moment to breathe, reflect, and simply be alone with his thoughts.

He rowed for what seemed like hours, into the late afternoon. Often spotting dogs, farms and cottages along the bank.

But one caught his attention, a rather large farm, with a farmhouse and mill beside the river, a wheel in the river's water to move the ever-turning Mill. And beside the bank, was a girl. She sat on the bank, with her bare toes in the water. She wore a long brown skirt, a soft cream blouse and a leather corset pulled tight around her chest. She saw his little boat and she waved.

Oscar's rowing slowed almost to nothing. He gave her a small wave with a nervous smile in return,

She softly giggled and playfully pulled her foot from the water to splash at him,

"Hey!" He said with a chuckle and a shake of his head, trying to dodge the water splashes coming his way. His boat rocked lightly from the movement and he put a hand against the edge to keep steady so he wouldn't fall in.

She bit back her laughter and stopped her splashes,

Oscar chuckled softly and rowed closer to the edge of the water, "What are you doing out here by yourself?"

"Sittin'"

"Yes, I can tell that. But... isn't it dangerous for you to be out by the waters alone?"

"Why? There water dragons now?"

"No, no there's no water dragons..." he chuckled, "There could be someone that wants to hurt you, or... well, take advantage of you, you know?"

"I'm not far from home." She smiled looking over her shoulder to the house.

"Ah, good. Do your parents know you're out here by yourself, then?"

She shook her head, "They've got to MaidenPool."

He raised an eyebrow, pausing momentarily as he leaned against the side of the boat, "They're in MaidenPool? Left you alone?"

"Father had some business. Not any farm work to do. So father left me here to hold down the homestead."

"It's a bit irresponsible for your father to leave you there all alone. It's dangerous for young ladies to be unprotected,"

"It's a bit irresponsible for someone to leave a handsome boy all alone." She giggled,

he smiled, feeling his cheeks heat up a little as she called him handsome. "I was just... out clearing my head, you don't have to worry about me."

"You been boatin' far?"

"Not too far, just along the river and then back around again." he tilted his head to the side as he looked at her "What's your name, anyway?"

"Y/n."

he smiled, "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Y/n. I'm Oscar."

"Pretty name." She nodded,

"Thank you, yours is a very pretty name too." He blushed a little harder, "What house do you hold?"

"House?"

"Yes, from what house do you come?"

"That one." She said pointing to the mill,

"No, no," he chuckled, "You're household, your last name Miss."

"Oh." she nodded, "I don't know." She shrugged,

"You- You don't know?" He laughed,

"No, I assume we'll make one someday." she said, "But just Y/n."

"Just Y/n?"

"Just y/n."

"Ohh... okay."

"What about you then? I take it you have one of those last names with a sigil and such?"

"I do." he admitted, "Oscar, Of House Tully."

"Hu? Tully? What's the sigil?"

"A silver trout, leaping from the blue water to red mud," he explained glancing to the sigil on his amour,

"Oh? That one? Aren't they the buggers who live in Riverrun?"

"Indeed, I do." He chuckled,

"Do you?"

"Yes, I do."

"How do I know."

"What?"

"How do I know you're really a Tully? You could easily just say that you're a Tully, how would I know?"

"What?" he asked a little offended,

"How am I mean to know you're really a Tully."

"I assure you I am a Tully miss." He answered, deciding to humour her. "How else would I have the heraldry of such a house on my armour?"

"Stole it?"

"I did not steal it." he laughed at such an idea, "Why would I wear my house colours if I wasn't?"

"Red and blue is a stylish combo." She shrugged,

"You will be the death of me Miss Y/n." he shook his head, "I assure you, I am a Tully. My home is Riverrun. I am Lord Oscar Of house Tully, Lord Paramount of the Riverlands and all Riverhouses. Including you... Miss Y/n."

Her face turned white, her eyes went wide, and her chest began to heath in panic. "L-Lord..." She gasped,

"Yes, Lord Paramount."

"My uhh- My gods- I uhhh I apologize my lord." she shook,

"There is nothing to apologise for, You didn't know who I was. And I think you are right to be vigilant in these matters."

"I suppose I've just... Never actually seen a Tully before. Never even been to Riverrun. I didn't even know who the lords were until a few years back."

"Well, you've met one now." he paused for a moment, a smile forming on his face, "You wouldn't mind if I joined you for a bit, would you?"

Y/n blushed but nodded patting the grass beside her, "Yes you may, my lord."

Oscar chuckled softly, he moved his boat as close to the bank steaking the grassy bank to keep the boat in place. He climbed out and adjusted himself before he walked over and sat down in the grass beside her.

"Hello..." She blushed almost trying to shuffle away,

"Hey. You don't have to be so shy, you know? I told you, you don't have to apologise for not knowing who I am."

"I know... But I feel rude... I imagine you wouldn't want to be so close to a smallfolk girl. I imagine you're used to finer things... And bathe an awful lot more than I do."

He raised an eyebrow and chuckled again, "I don't mind at all." he smiled, "But why do you think that I bathe a lot more than you do?"

"Isn't Riverrun all full of baths and pools?"

"Well... yes. It is, we have alot of very beautiful pools and baths to bathe in. They are very pleasant on cold and damp days." he smiled, "but even so you don't seem dirty to me, not at all. and you smell nice too, if I may say so."

"Thank you." She laughed, "It's not so simple for Smallfolk. Got to fetch water from the river heat it all up and use the wooden tubs for a bath. Takes alot of work so no one does it much."

"Ah, I can see why you would opt not to do that very often then. It would take a lot of work to do all that."

She nodded "And my mother's been dealing with my little brothers... So... Things have fallen by the wayside as it were."

"Ah, you have a younger brother? How old is he? If you don't mind me asking, of course."

"They are both two."

"Two brothers? I'm assuming they're very young then."

"babies still." Y/n nodded, "I help where I can, if I'm not helping father already."

"Doesn't that bother you? Having to take care of two young children all the time?"

"no, that's normal for smallfolk. No maids and nurses. Got to handle things yourself,"

"I suppose you do, A far cry from Riverrun." Oscar nodded,

"How old are you, actually? You don't have to answer"

She blushed "Y/A."

he raised an eyebrow, a bit surprised. "You're the same age as me? Really?"

she giggled "I suppose so."

"I guess so. I just honestly expected you to be a few years younger, you seem a bit young for your age."

"carefree perhaps." She giggled,

he chuckled, nodding in agreement as he looked at her, "Perhaps. And naive, a bit too, if you don't mind me saying so."

"or stupid. But that's pretty normal I've never even left the village so I imagine you'd think I'm stupid"

"I think you're a lot of things. Stupid isn't one of them."

"oh what sort of things do you think I am?"

"Hmm, well... I think you're pretty, for starters. And sweet," as he continued, "Also, hardworking, I think. And resilient. Probably a bit stubborn. And... brave, too."

"awwww thank you, my lord." She pretended to bow,

"You're welcome, Miss Y/n. Just speaking my mind. Also, you should really stop calling me "my lord"... Just Oscar is fine, you know darling."

"oooohh so I'm darling now?" She giggled,

"I just said what came to mind, darling." He said, deliberately adding the pet name again.

Y/n giggled blushing hard,

"What, you're not used to sweet words being spoken to you?"

"Not really, none of the boys in her village have tried to court me yet. And we don't get any passers by much so haven't been snapped up yet,"

"You're very pretty, I can't believe none of the village boys have tried to court you. I would've thought at least half of them would be lined up outside your door by now."

"There's only four. Not including my brother's. One is already betrothed and the others are too young"

he nodded "Ah, I see. So you don't have many prospects as of now, I'm guessing?"

"Not really, I'm sure Father will take me to MaidenPool or somewhere big and sell me off,"

"Is that something you'd want? Being sold off to some Lord or rich knight that you don't even know?"

she laughed "In MaidenPool!? Knights? Lords? MaidenPool is lucky it gets a visiting party of knights get recruits let alone lords"

"I suppose it isn't exactly a wealthy place. Still, you didn't answer the question. You'd be fine with being sold off to some stranger like that?"

"tis the way" she shrugged, "how my mother married my father,"

"I suppose that does make sense, yeah. I just... I don't know, it still seems like a bit of a harsh way to do it. Being sold off to whoever your father makes a good deal with."

"aren't lords and ladies betrothed almost from birth?" She snapped back at him playfully

"Yes, I suppose we are. I've known since I was born that I would marry for alliances and politics, not for love and connection. My wife will not be someone that I know and care about, she'll be someone my advisor picks for me and who I'll have to spend the rest of my life with. And I'll have to have heirs with her too, in the end. It'll be a marriage to continue my lineage, not to make me happy."

"but you're a lord. You the lord paramount of all the riverlands and lord of the great castle of Riverrun! Last of the Tully's... Can't you just... Tell them to shove it and do what you want?"

that made him chuckle again, "I wish I could, darling. But it's not as simple as that, I'll need heirs sooner or later, and if it doesn't happen naturally... the entire Riverland line will be lost. And I'll lose control of the Riverlands as well."

"Who says you can't make heirs with someone you like? Surely so long as you have a baby boy no one should care what you do"

"Ah, I like your way of thinking. But it's not that simple. I think just about everyone in the Riverlands would care about who I married. I'm the Lord Paramount after all. And they'll be more focused on how useful the mother of my children is for the region's politics rather than how much I like her."

"hummm seems stupid." She said as she laid in the grass,

"What, me having to marry someone I don't know or care about? it is rather stupid. But what can I do about it? As you said, I'm the Lord Paramount and I have a lot of responsibility. I can't be worrying about my own happiness, only the wellbeing of the Riverlands."

"just wed whoever you want. They can't stop you." She laughed

he chuckled again, "I really can't do that, you know. No matter how much you tell me to 'just wed whoever' that wouldn't work. My people expect a wife of a certain social standing. Someone with status. And my advisor expects a beneficial political match. I don't have the freedom to marry whoever, darling."

"humm... What will you do then? Just live unhappily forever?"

he paused for a moment, a frown appearing on his face. "I... suppose so, yeah."

"what if you did love someone?"

"What do you mean by that? I have no one in mind who I love already..."

"But if you did... If you loved someone what would you do about it?"

he paused for a moment once again, frowning to himself as he tried to think of how to answer her question. "I don't think it'll ever happen, to be perfectly honest, so I've never put much thought to it. But if I did, hypothetically," he paused again, "I suppose I'd be very conflicted about it."

"Surely if you loved someone wouldn't you want to do anything for them? I know if I loved a boy, I'd drain the river and burn the fields if it would make him happy."

"Ah, very poetic. I don't think it'll ever be as simple as that. Love rarely is. It's messy. And complicated. And usually not worth the trouble."

"humm you're a very glum gentleman," Y/n said shifting from her back onto her stomach laying her hands on his torso and laying her head on her hands.

"I'm not glum, I'm just... realistic, that's all. It's not very good to live life in a fantasy, you know. You have to be realistic to understand how the world truly is." Oscar smiled down at her rather enjoying having her here.

"maybe in big old Riverrun, you do. Out here villages have their own rules and ways of things in the world however I decided it is on my farm. And no big king or lord can tell me otherwise"

"Oh really? So you're saying that you can just... decide how the world is on a whim?"

"on my farm, I can." She confirmed "For example I proclaim you are not a lord anymore"

"Is that so? What am I then, darling? A knight? A commoner, like you?"

"you... Are ... A fish boy"

"A fish boy? What's a 'fish boy', darling?"

"boy who washed up."

"Ah, how silly of me. I forgot to remember I'm a boy who washed up into your little world. Is there anything else I am now that you've decided it?"

"Yep. I've decided you're my husband now."

he paused for a moment, blinking in surprise at her sudden decision. he couldn't help but to feel his heart flutter, "Oh really? You just decided that on a whim, darling?"

she laughed and nodded,

"Well I suppose I have no say in it now do I? You've married me off on a whim, so now I'm your husband, darling."

"yep. That's how smallfolk marriage works you just proclaim it." She giggled "Now... Come, husband." She laughed laying back in the grass and pulling his face to hers so they lay on their sides noses touching,

he couldn't help himself as he began to smile softly, looking into her eyes "And what does my adorable new wife want me to do now, darling?"

Y/n didn't speak she just kissed him,

Oscar was definitely not expecting her to suddenly kiss him like that, but he found himself melting as soon as her lips touched his. his stomach was full of butterflies as he kissed her back, wrapping his arm around her waist gently and pulling her closer to him. He let the kiss linger for a few moments more, enjoying the feeling of her against him, before he reluctantly pulled away a few moments later. he was breathless and dizzy as he looked into her eyes again, feeling a mix of excitement and something else he couldn't quite identify. "Sweet seven, darling... wasn't expecting you to be so... forward like that."

Y/n Giggled rubbing her nose on his,

Oscar smiled warmly, his face still flushed from their kiss. His heart was fluttering again as he gazed back at her, before pulling her closer to him again and letting their lips meet once more.

She kissed back happily sliding her tongue across his bottom lip,

he found himself returning the motions, parting his own mouth and swirling his tongue along hers. He couldn't get enough, wanting to feel more of her and her body against his. he pulled her fully against him, his grip becoming more firm and almost possessive.

Y/n pulled back and giggled "My father won't be back till Tuesday,"

he raised an eyebrow at her, "Tuesday...? That's a lot of time, darling."

"the house is empty. Till Tuesday."

"Are you... are you offering what I think you're offering, darling?"

Y/n squirmed out of his arms and began to run barefoot through the grass towards her house

Oscar quickly got to his feet, "Hey, no fair! You can't just run off like that, darling!" He said as he ran after her. when he caught up to her, he grabbed her hand and pulled her body against his again "Teasing me and then running off like that, naughty girl."

she squealed and pulled him into a kiss in the middle of the field,

he found himself melting again as they kissed, his lips eagerly kissing back as he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close to him. he let the kiss linger for another few moments before reluctantly pulling away, "Sweet seven, you're driving me wild, you know that darling?"

Y/n giggled and continued to bolt for the house,

And Oscar happily chased after her.

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A small storm rolled in as was common in the riverlands. Long rainy storms often just appeared without warning. And Oscar's little boat still sat dancing on the stormy waves bound to the steak on the river's bank. But the storm seemed like nothing important to those within the cottage. As Oscar and Y/n lay on her small bed cramped but cosy, naked. Wrapped in her sheets to keep out the chill. The fires glow illuminating them. As they glowed in post-coital bliss. Kissing and giggling with one another, coated in sweat and saliva from their lovemaking. As the two had not only taken Y/n's Maidenhead and Oscar's own Virginity.

He was breathless and sweaty, his every nerve on fire from their passionate night. he held her close to him, his hands still tracing patterns along her skin, relishing the feeling of her body against his. And he knew he was completely and utterly smitten with this common girl. "Sweet seven... you have no idea what you've done to me, darling."

"hummm? Yes my husband?" She cooed, picking up her head a little too exhausted to listen,

He gently threaded his fingers through her hair, letting his fingers glide through the soft strands as he spoke "Hmm, nothing, darling. Just enjoying having my beautiful wife in my arms, that's all."

she giggled and nodded nuzzling more on his chest,

he smiled his heart still fluttering with affection. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in even more, wanting to feel her closer to him. He nuzzled his face in her hair, inhaling the sweet scent of her and feeling incredibly content in that moment,

"Are you staying tonight?" She whispered fear in her voice, afraid he would leave her and never see her again.

He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead and pulled her in closer,"Darling, of course I'm staying tonight," he said softly, his voice full of reassurance and tenderness "I don't intend to let go of you anytime soon."

Y/n nodded kissing him once more "Goodnight Oscar..."

"Good night, darling. Sleep well," he whispered, his voice soft and drowsy as he held her close.

Oscar slowly stirred awake as the early morning light began to peek through the attic window. he noticed that they had shifted positions during the night, with him spooning her now. he felt a sense of warmth and contentment as he held her in his arms, feeling her soft body pressed against his.

"hummm?" Y/n yawned

he chuckled softly as he heard her yawn, tightening his arm around her waist to pull her closer, "Good morning darling," he said, his voice sleepy but warm "Did you sleep well?"

"ummm very well Oscar..." She yawned

he pressed a gentle kiss to the nape of her neck, "I'm glad to hear that, beautiful. I slept well too, especially after last night," he said, chuckling softly

she giggled softly "ummm last night was so wonderful"

he chuckled again at her confession,"It was, wasn't it? You were... incredible. I've never felt so good in my whole life, darling."

"indescribable." She cooed turning to face him but her smile dropped "... I ... I suppose you'll be going back to Riverrun soon. They'll be worried"

he felt himself frown when he saw her smile drop, realizing that he would have to leave eventually. He didn't want to leave her side now that he'd had a taste of this bliss, "Yes... I have to go back," he said reluctantly, his hand still gently rubbing small circles on her back "They'll be wondering where I am, as I was supposed to head back yesterday afternoon."

she nodded "...and... What of me?"

he looked at her, his eyes filled with a mix of affection and hesitation. he didn't want to leave her, but he knew he had duties to attend to as well

"Well... I assume you'll just continue on here, darling," he said, trying to keep his voice light and casual "You'll be fine on your own, won't you?"

"... What of us?"

he paused for a moment, feeling his heart twist a little at her question. he knew what she was asking, and he had been wondering the same thing himself, "Darling... This is difficult," he said gently, trying to find the right words "What we did... It wasn't just some mindless fling, you know that. But I have duties and responsibilities I have to attend to, and you have your life here..."

"will I ever see you again?" she asked her eyes glossy with tears,

he sighed heavily, feeling a pang of guilt and sadness at the thought of not seeing her again "Of course you will, darling," he said, his voice suddenly more determined "I'm not going to forget you, or last night. I promise we'll see each other again, somehow. Just... give me some time to figure out how that will work."

she nodded sadly,

Oscar gave her a tender kiss and climbed out of bed gathering his clothes from around her room, while Y/n laid in bed bundled in the sheets,

"Oscar?"

he paused in the middle of fastening his tunic, looking back at her with a slightly somber expression on his face, "Yes, darling?"

"... I love you..."

he felt himself freeze as her words sunk in, his heart suddenly beating loudly in his chest. He hadn't been expecting her to say that, to confess her true feelings so suddenly like that. He stared at her, his mind spinning as he tried to sort through the tangle of emotions in his heart "You... You love me?"

"mhm." Y/n nodded

he took a deep breath as he digested her words. he never thought this would happen, never thought he would find someone who would love him so wholeheartedly. he stepped closer to the bed, his eyes locked on hers as he spoke "I love you too, darling," he said quietly, his voice filled with emotion "More than I ever thought possible, I love you too." he felt a mixture of happiness and sorrow in his heart, knowing that he had to leave her but wanting nothing more than to stay with her "I wish I didn't have to go," he whispered, his hand reaching out to touch her face gently "I don't want to leave you."

"you'll come back, won't you?" She begged

he gave her a reassuring smile, his heart clenching at the desperation in her voice. he couldn't bear to see her looking so sad "Of course I will, darling. I promised you I would, didn't I?" he said softly, his fingers gently tracing her cheek "I'll find a way to come back to you. I swear it."

"Okay..."

he took a deep breath, fighting the urge to stay with her. he knew he had to go, but every cell in his body was screaming at him to stay "I have to go now, darling," he said quietly, his voice thick with emotion "But I'll be back. I promise."

She nodded sadly, fearful that he would go and she'd never see him again,

he gave her one last lingering look, his heart aching at the sadness in her eyes. "I'll see you again, darling," he said quietly, his voice thick with emotion "Just wait for me, alright?" he bent down and pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead, his hand gently cradling her face. he lingered for a moment, savoring the feeling of her skin against his, before pulling away reluctantly and heading towards the door

Y/n bolted from her bed and hugged Oscar tight "Please don't forget..."

he stumbled back slightly as she suddenly embraced him, but he quickly wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly against his chest "I won't forget, darling," he whispered, his lips close to her ear "I could never forget you, or what we shared." he told her, "I have to go now, darling," he said gently, reluctantly pulling away from her embrace "I'll come back to you soon, I promise."

Y/n nodded and pulled back tears in her eyes

he hated seeing her crying, it pained him to see her so upset. he gently wiped a tear away from her cheek, his hand lingering on her skin "Don't cry, my darling," he said softly, his voice choked with emotion "I'll be back before you know it. Just wait for me, please."

she nodded still struggling to hold back her tears.

he gave her a sad, lopsided smile, feeling his heart twist at the sight of her tears. he bent down and pressed one last, quick kiss to her forehead before stepping back and turning to leave. "Goodbye, darling," he said, his voice tinged with sadness "I'll see you again soon."

"good bye..."

he stood in the doorway for a brief moment more, his heart heavy with emotion. he wanted to say more, to comfort her and assure her that he would be back, but the words got stuck in his throat. instead, he stood there in silence until he found himself saying "I love you, darling."

"I love you too..." She breifly smiled

he returned her smile, feeling his heart clench at the sound of her soft voice saying those words. he wanted to stay with her, to hold her and never let go, but it wouldn't be right to delay any further "Take care of yourself, darling," he said quietly, his hand on the doorframe "I'll be thinking of you every day." Oscar made his way out of the cottage and headed down the farm fields to the river where his little boat sat he walked down the dirt path, his feet carrying him further and further away from the cottage and Y/n. the weight in his chest grew heavier with every step, the thought of leaving her behind like this eating away at him.

When he reached the river, he found his little boat, waiting there for him as he had left it the day before. he got into the boat and began to row, his mind still reeling with thoughts of her. he rowed with purpose, pulling on the oars and cutting through the water. the scenery around him was beautiful, but he barely noticed it. his thoughts were consumed with Y/n, with the feeling of her skin against his, the sound of her soft voice whispering "I love you" he rowed and rowed, his muscles straining with the effort. the sun was high in the sky now, the day slowly passing by. he could see the outline of Riverrun in the distance, growing closer with each pull on the oars, but he dreaded returning to the castle

he soon arrived and left his little boat in the usual place and headed inside the keep and into the great hall and immediately his advisor and lord commander rushed to him

"my lord Tully! Thank the gods! We had such fears.... That the storm may have claimed you."

he nodded, trying to compose himself as his advisor and lord commander fussed over him "I'm fine, I assure you," he said calmly, trying to keep his voice steady "The storm was intense, but I found shelter in a cottage nearby."

"well bless those smallfolk who aided our lord paramount. Perhaps we should send a gift to show gratitude for assisting you"

he nodded again, unable to help the small smile that formed on his face when he thought of the smallfolk girl who had given him shelter, "Yes, that would be a good idea," he said, trying to keep his voice casual "I'll mention it to the steward. For now, I think I will retire to my chambers. It's been a tiring day."

"of course my lord."

he nodded again, feeling the exhaustion of the past day begin to catch up with him. he dismissed his advisor and lord commander with a wave of his hand. Oscar made his way to the solar above the keep. His own chambers since becoming lord paramount. He sat down on his bed and tried to relax but the luxurious bed made him feel strange. He felt so guilty, so lonely, all he could think about was Y/n, her warm smile, her soft voice, the feeling of her skin against his in the small cottage bed

he lay there for a while, staring up at the ceiling, his thoughts consumed by her. he found himself fidgeting, restlessness seeping through him. he tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position, but nothing helped. the more he lay there, the more he yearned for her, the more he longed to be back in the cottage, back in her arms. he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts. but the image of her face, the sound of her voice, the feeling of her skin, they all continued to taunt him, to remind him of what he had left behind.

Oscar tried to sleep but only found himself tossing and turning hugging his pillow and imagining Y/n in his arms once more. he tried to find comfort in the soft pillow, but it was no substitute for Y/n's warm body. he could almost feel her arms around him, her breath against his neck, her lips whispering sweet words in his ear...

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By dawn, Oscar had barely gotten a single wink of sleep. His body in that state dizzy state from a deep but unpeaceful sleep. And before he had rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

One of his vassals came knocking. "My lord Tully! My lord Tully!"

He groaned as the knocking sounded through the room, his eyes snapping open and squinting against the light streaming in through the windows. he sat up on the bed, feeling heavy-lidded and exhausted. he called out groggily,"Yes, I'm awake. Come in."

The man came in and bowed as usual his eyes glanced at Oscar still in bed and his eyes immediately hit the floor and tried not to look at the young lord paramount, "I uh apologise for the interruption my lord."

he sat up straighter in the bed, running a hand through his unruly hair, trying to wake up properly. he took a deep breath and gave a nod of acknowledgement, "No apologies necessary. What is it?"

"a few small matters from the leige lords, shall I handle them today as you rest up?"

he rubbed his forehead, feeling a slight headache starting to form behind his eyes. he nodded again, feeling too exhausted to deal with the lords' petty grievances, "Yes. That would be best. I just need a few more hours of rest."

"of course lord paramount."

"Thank you, I appreciate it," he said sincerely "I'll let you know if I need anything else. For now, I just need some rest."

His advisor nodded and went to leave but just as he was leaving Oscar had a thought in his mind. He knew it was very likely a no, as he knew his responsibilities to wed a lady from a major house for political power and such like but... he wanted to marry someone he loved, someone who loved him in return. He wanted to ask anyway. "Wait! Before you go, I have a question."

"oh? Yes my lord?" He turned back

he took a deep breath, feeling his heart pound in his chest. he knew it was a long shot, but he couldn't hold the question in anymore "This is just a hypothetical question, but I was wondering.... What if I were to marry someone I loved, rather than someone politically advantageous?"

"oh?"

he fidgeted nervously, feeling the weight of his advisor's gaze on him "I mean, what if I found someone who was not of a highborn house, someone who... I had strong feelings for, and wanted to marry them? Would that... Would that be permissible?"

"Well... A political alliance would be helpful. However... Since your rise as lord paramount the riverlands have been keeping straight since the war. We are forever bound to the throne and the north. The vale ever friendly and west and reach have no brides of age to mention. other than wedding the bastard sister of lord stark there is not really a politician marriage for you my lord. We could wait until the lord's give daughters but even then it would take time for them to be of age ... And given you stand as the last Tully in your long historic line I think we can agree an heir is needed sooner the later and waiting would not be the most wise. A smallfolk girl though not traditional would mean you were wed and working on an heir long before a political marriage would allow... And it is not unheard of. Your grandsire wed a commoner. I see no reason we could deny such a match."

Oscar nodded, "Right... But, hypothetically... what if I had already found a girl I wanted to marry?"

"Then she would be welcomed to Riverrun. And we would begin arrangements for a Sept wedding and, dust off the chair for the lady of Riverrun"

Oscar felt a burst of excitement at the advisor's words. "You mean... you wouldn't object to me marrying a smallfolk girl? even if it wasn't a politically advantageous match?"

"I am sure the council would not object."

Oscar felt a rush of relief and excitement at his advisor's words. he sat back on the bed, feeling a weight lifted from him "Thank you... That means a lot," he said, a smile forming on his face "And... just to be clear, there would be no objections from the council... even if she was a simple village girl?"

"there wouldn't."

Oscar's smile widened, hope and happiness filling his chest "And... if I told you I'd already found such a girl and wanted to marry her... You would arrange a wedding?"

"of course."

"Thank you... Thank you so much," he said, his voice filled with gratitude "You have no idea what this means to me."

the advisor nodded and left the chamber

once the advisor had left, Oscar got up from the bed, feeling suddenly energetic and alive. he couldn't believe it. he had permission to marry Y/n, to bring her back to the farm and make her his. Oscar knew he had to act quickly. he quickly got dressed in his outdoor clothes, a simple shirt and trousers. he pulled on his boots and hurried out of his chambers, excitement and adrenaline coursing through his veins. he hurried through the halls and corridors of Riverrun, his heart pounding in his chest. he could already picture the look on Y/n's face when he told her the good news, the way her eyes would light up with excitement and happiness. He snuck out of riverrun once more and hopped into his little boat. He Rowed like a creature possessed as if his very life was on his speed down the river towards her mill...

Oscar rowed with all his might, the excitement and anticipation driving him forward. his arms ached and his muscles strained, but he didn't care. he had to get to her, to tell her the good news, to ask her to be his wife

The small mill appeared in the distance, and he redoubled his efforts, rowing as fast as he could towards it. Oscar was slightly saddened when she wasn't just beside the river. He'd almost hoped she'd be there waiting for him, but he pushed the disappointment and worry aside, reminding himself that she might just be inside. he quickly tied the boat to the riverbank and hurried toward the mill. He rushed up the fields and Into the cottage.

Oscar's heart sank when he walked into the cottage and found it empty. he felt a pang of worry and fear in his chest as he realized she wasn't home. he quickly looked around the cottage, calling out her name frantically "Y/n! Y/n, where are you?!"

just as he silenced his calls he heard a soft singing up in the mill

Oscar ran up the stairs as fast as he could up the winding wooden steps of the mill passing all the various wooden gears and tools the mill used until he reached a room at the top with a window where Y/n sat gazing out the window down the river obviously singing and watching for his return... Issue was she hadn't seen him because the window was actually facing down the river. Not up it.

he hesitated for a moment, taking in the sight of her. she looked beautiful, her hair catching the sunlight streaming in from the window, her soft voice carrying a sweet melody. but his excitement was too much to hold back and he couldn't help but call out to her "Y/n!" he said, stepping closer to her

she jumped and turned with unparalleled joy "Oscar!" She screamed jumping on him wrapping her arms and legs around him. Luckily he closed the door if not they'd have gone tumbling down the mill's stairs

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close against him, her warmth and the scent of her hair filling his senses, "I missed you," he said, his voice filled with affection

"I missed you too! I didn't think you'd be back so soon!" she smiled putting her feet back on the floor,

he smiled and buried his face in her hair, inhaling the flowery scent of her. he held her tighter, relishing in the feel of her body against his. "I couldn't stay away. I needed to see you. I have something important to tell you"

"oh? What is it?"

he pulled back slightly so he could look into her eyes, his gaze filled with adoration. he held her against him, his hands on her hips, his heart racing with excitement "I talked to my advisor. I told him about you. About us. About ...my feelings for you." he paused, taking a deep breath as he searched her face, hoping she was as happy and excited as he was "He... he said there would be no objections. That if I wanted to marry you, I could. That we could be married..."

"Really!"

he nodded, his smile growing wider, his heart swelling with joy "Yes, really. He said it was fine. And..." he paused again, feeling his heart racing and his stomach doing somersaults "I want to marry you, Y/n. I want you to be my wife."

"Yes!" She screamed jumping up and down,

"You really want to marry me?" he asked her, feeling his heart overflowing with happiness

"of course I do! I love you! I wanna get married! And have little cute babies!"

his heart nearly burst with happiness as she spoke. he pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her, holding her against him. "I love you too," he said, his voice filled with joy "And I want to marry you. And have a family with you. I want all of it, all of it with you." he took her face in his hands, his fingers tracing over her soft skin, his eyes locking with hers. "I can't imagine my life without you. I want to spend every day with you, share every moment with you. You're the love of my life, and I want to build a future with you. And we can, we really can."

Y/n excitedly squeezed him so insanely happy,

he laughed as she squeezed him tightly, her happiness contagious. he held her against him, feeling overwhelmed with love and joy. he ran his fingers through her hair, unable to stop smiling "We're really going to get married," he said, his voice filled with wonder "You and me, we're really going to marry, and start a family together."

"ooooohh! Does this mean I'll be a little lady?" She cooed playing with her skirt doing a long and dramatic bow

he laughed, unable to resist her adorable antics "Yes dearest," he said, playing along with her "It means you'll be a Lady. My Lady. And you'll live in Riverrun with me, and have a proper marriage, and I'll spoil you every day."

she giggled "Lady Y/n Tully of Riverrun! I'll be all fancy and wear pretty blue gowns! And hold those big old fancy dances"

he grinned, "Yes, my love, you'll be the most beautiful lady in the Seven Kingdoms. You'll wear blue and red gowns, and we'll have feasts and dances, and you'll sit next to me during court."

"ooohh I get to go to court!" She giggled "I'll be the best lady I promise! I'll learn all the things a lady is supposed to do. And we'll have a whole bundle of babies all dressed in blue and red as they run around the castle!"

"Yes, you'll go to court, and you'll be the best lady anyone has ever seen. And we'll have lots of babies, running all around the castle, probably getting into all kinds of trouble. They'll be tiny little Tullys." he explained, "And we'll teach them everything about honor and loyalty, and they'll grow up to be just as kind and beautiful as you," he continued, his voice filled with affection "They'll be little lords and ladies, with your eyes and your sweet smile."

Y/n giggled "and as handsome, clever and lovely as you."

"Of course, my sweet. As handsome, clever, and lovely as me," he said, pulling her closer to him "They'll be the best of both of us. Perfect little Tullys."

she giggled excitedly and grabbed his hand running to her room,

"Slow down, my love," he said, trying to keep up with her. "We'll need to pack and make sure we have everything we need, but we should also take a moment to say goodbye to your family."

"but they won't return till next week..."

"I know, my love, but we should still let them know that we're leaving," he said gently "I don't want them to be worried when they return and find you missing, thinking something bad has happened."

"so I have to just sit and wait till they return?" She asked sadly,

he could sense her disappointment and frustration, and he reached out to take her hand "It's just a few more days, my sweet," he said, his voice soothing "I know it feels like forever, but it'll go by quickly, I promise."

"... but... But how do I know you'll come back? You might go back to Riverrun and your advisor might have changed his mind... And... And you might not come back for me."

he felt a pang of sadness in his heart at her words, "Oh, my love," he said, pulling her closer to him "No, no, no, sweetheart, I would never do that to you. I promise. I love you, and I will never leave you behind. I'm coming back for you, no matter what." he took her face in his hands so she was looking directly at him "Look at me," he said, his voice firm and sincere "You have my word, I will come back for you. I will return, and I will never leave you behind. I love you, Y/n. I love you with all my heart, and nothing could change that."

She nodded trying her best to believe him. But sat down sadly by the window,

he sat down beside her, he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her against him, holding her close, "I know it's hard to wait, my love," he said, his voice gentle "I don't like being away from you either, but I promise it won't be for long. Just a few more days, and then we'll be together again. And we'll never have to be apart again."

"you promise?"

he looked into her eyes, his gaze filled with love and honesty

"Yes, my love, I promise. I'll come back for you. I won't break my word. I don't want to spend a single moment apart from you, and I'll come back as soon as I can. You have my word, and my heart."

she smiled and nuzzled her head into his neck

he smiled and held her closer, feeling her head nuzzle against his neck. he ran his fingers through her hair, relishing in the feel of her in his arms "Just a little longer, my love. Just a little longer and we'll be together, forever," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness.

"Okay..."

"Okay." he smiled as they shared a tender kiss.

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Oscar had to go and continue his duties at Riverrun while also preparing his advisors and men for the arrival of Y/n. He'd made the maids prep a bedroom in the tower for her even if he was pretty confident she'd want to snuggle in his room. He had to at least give the illusion he wasn't planning for her to sleep there with him. Even if he was very confident he'd either sneak into her room or her into his for cuddles. He had some beautiful dresses made in Tully colours for her suitable for a lady of such a noble house almost filling a wardrobe for her so she had her choice of fine gowns. And every day he rowed back to her cottage for kisses and cuddles just to make sure she didn't worry about being abandoned. Even if it was very tiring, but at least he was getting rather strong from it.

But Today was the day, her family should now be home and he gets to take her away with him. As he rowed close he saw the farm busy with activity, a man close to the bank and a lady with some babies closer to the house, but the man seemed to glare as Oscar approached,

"Ey up, what's the likes doin' round 'ere." The man gurgled, "keep on rowin' if ya know what good for ya"

Oscar slowed his rowing, looking at the man through narrowed eyes. "And why shouldn't I stop?" he asked, his voice calm but firm "I have business here."

"do ya? We ain't got no business 'ere. Not for the likes of ya."

Oscar gritted his teeth, feeling his irritation growing at the man's disrespectful tone. he continued to row closer, his eyes locked on the man, "The likes of me?" he repeated, his voice tight "And what exactly do you mean by that?"

"go on now. Get! On ya way little boy.'

Oscar bristled at being called a 'little boy' in such a condescending tone. he pulled his boat closer to the riverbank, coming within spitting distance of the man "I've come to see someone," he said, his voice firm "And I won't leave until I do."

"do ya now. Ya step foot on my land I'll feed ya to mi goat."

Oscar couldn't help but laugh at the threat. "Is that so?" he said, still amused despite himself "And what are you going to do, old man? Throw that pitchfork at me? Or maybe the babies will try to take a bite out of me?" Oscar tied his boat up and climbed onto the grass holding strong and firm. "I've come to see Y/n," he repeated, his voice clear and unyielding "And I'm not leaving until I speak with her."

"oh no ya ain't." The man threatened holding his fork towards him "ya ain't got no business with ma daughter."

Oscar chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief, "Your daughter? And you think you can stop me from speaking with her?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm "You really think you can stop me from seeing the woman I love?"

"get ya grubby little arse off me land little boy." The man grumbled,

"Listen, you stubborn old fool," he said, his voice growing sharper "You have no idea who you're talking to, do you? I'm not just some 'little boy' you can tell what to do. I'm the lord of Riverrun, and I won't be disrespected by some ignorant peasant."

"and 'ow do I know ya are who ya say ya are."

Oscar felt his patience wearing thin, but he took a deep breath and tried to keep his irritation in check. "I'm Oscar Tully, Lord of Riverrun, and the Lord Paramount of the Riverlands. You'd do well to show some respect when you speak to me."

the man began to shiver as he realized all he had said and done to the lord paramount of the riverlands. His own major lord. And the disrespect he'd shown would get an execution from most every noble lord known in the seven kingdoms "I...I...."

"And you would do well to watch your tongue, old man."

"I...I...I apologise mi lord..."

"Apologies are not enough," he said, his voice stern, yet not cruel "You have disrespected your lord and you must accept the consequences."

the man dropped his fork and dropped to his knees begging for his life. "Please mi lord, I didn't know, please mi lord I 'ave a family!"

"Get up," he said, "I'm not going to execute you, old man. But I am here to see your daughter."

the man stood once more nodding slowly, "...Y/n/~"

"Oscar!" Y/n called as she came from the mill and immediately bolted into his arms

A smile immediately forming on his face. he opened his arms and caught her as she leapt into them, wrapping her in a tight embrace, "Y/n," he breathed, her name almost a sigh of contentment "Gods, you have no idea how much I've missed you."

"what the fuckin' gods is this?" The man asked

"Father! I told you the lord Tully would be coming today, in his little boat." She giggled

"Yeah 'nd I thought yad lost the plot bein' alone so long." The man scoffed

"Seems your father here thought I was someone coming to cause you harm," he said to Y/n, his voice laced with amusement "He was fairly ready to put me to the pitchfork."

"father!" Y/n yelled leaving Oscar's arms to slap her father's arm "You can't just pitchfork everyone who comes to the farm."

"It's alright, Y/n," he reassured her with a smile "Your father was just being protective. I don't blame him for wanting to keep you safe."

"Well... What do ya want anyway... Mi lord-" her father asked,

"As to what I'm doing here," he said, his tone light "I came to see your daughter, of course."

"what ya want with me daughter?"

"father! I told you! he's gonna marry me!" Y/n Giggled hugging Oscar's arm,

Oscar chuckled and wrapped an arm around Y/n again, pulling her close against him. "That's right," he confirmed, his voice warm with affection "I've come to take your daughter as my wife."

"... Oh... Well... I uh ... Hadn't really thought she was serious... Uhhh ya want her as ya wife? Ya lady?"

Oscar nodded, his smile growing brighter as he looked at Y/n "Yes," he said simply, his voice firm and confident "I love your daughter, and I want her to be my wife, my lady, and the Lady of Riverrun."

"right... I see... And this ain't some... Gatherin' women thing is it? Ya lords do have like... Harmens of anythin' do ya?"

Oscar chuckled and shook his head, "No, no, nothing like that," he assured him "This is much more than simply a lord taking on a mistress. I love your daughter with all my heart and I intend to make her my wife in front of the gods."

"AHH... Right... I see.. well... I uhh I guess ya can have her.... I suppose..."

Oscar smiled, both amused and somewhat satisfied by the man's begrudging acceptance. he squeezed Y/n's hand, squeezing her against him affectionately "Thank you," he said to the man "I assure you I will take the greatest care of her and treat her as she deserves."

"hold up! Do we get some... Kinda dowry or anything for letting ya take our Y/n!" Her mother spoke up

"Well... I hadn't really expected a dowry," he said honestly "But I suppose we can discuss it."

"Two gold dragons." Her father snapped quickly.

Oscar tried to suppress a smile. two gold dragons was practically nothing to him, but he could see how much that amount meant to the man. he took a moment before responding, pretending to weigh the offer. finally, he spoke up "Two gold dragons, hm?" he repeated, feigning thoughtful contemplation. he made a show of considering the offer, but he knew he would agree to it without any question

"please Oscar." Y/n begged

Oscar couldn't help but laugh at her pleading face. he reached up and gently cupped her cheek in his hand, his thumb brushing gently against her skin "Don't worry, my love," he said, his voice still amused but with a hint of reassurance "I'll agree, in fact I'll give you six."

"alright. Then you can take her."

"can I go get my things?! I already packed! Is it time to go!" Y/n asked

Oscar laughed softly at her exuberance, nodding in agreement "Yes, my love, you can go get your things," he said, planting a quick kiss on her forehead "I'll wait for you here."

She happily gave oscar a kiss before she bolted off to fetch her things.

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Oscar was anxious of course. After the long seemingly endless war the idea they were at peace seemed... unusual to him. He always expected a battle or sudden attack having long learned to sleep with his sword at his side.

But Riverrun was back to normal or so everyone around him liked to say, and today the castle prepared for a grand event.

He knew of course he would have to marry being the only living Tully and Lord paramount of the riverlands and all river houses. His hand was a valued item to the ladies of the court as well as for the continuity of his family name and line.

His bride had arrived yesterday while he was out dealing with some business with the Brackens and Blackwoods again so he hadn't actually met her yet.

Oscar was tempted to visit her last night but he didn't wish to bother or frighten his fair lady.

Oscar walked down the corridors lined with banners of blue and red mixing with those of black and yellow the two houses to be drawn together in this marriage.

"My lord! A handsome sight for any lady indeed." Lord Frey smiled ever the kiss ass,

Oscar nodded to the lord of the crossing, "Thank you, my lord, I can only hope my future wife finds me so handsome" he said,

The vassals all complemented their young lord and praised this wedding day thanking the gods for the good luck of the weather,

Oscar chuckled along, he would have laughed more if he were in a better mood, nerves mostly. He made his way through the castle eager to speak with her before they met in the sept. He stopped at her door and knocked gently on the dark wooded door,

The door opened to a handmaiden in pale yellow,

he tipped his head to the girl and smiled politely at the handmaiden. "Is my bride here?" he asked the handmaiden,

"Yes of course my lord." She bowed opening the door wide. Revealing the small river view room he had made up for her. The bed was made and covered in items. And army of handmaidens all in pale yellow assisting the bride.

And there Y/n stood, up on a stool looking in three large mirrors, her ivory wedding gown still not fully laced at the back. The gown is embroidered with silver and black shimmering thread with scenes of stags in woods and fish in rivers the two sigil animals of Baratheon and Tully. Her long hair was pulled into two long braids with red and blue ribbons in one and yellow in the other

Oscar stood in the door frame, speechless for a few seconds. completely frozen in place. he had hoped to get a glance at her before the ceremony but the sight of her in her wedding gown took him by surprise. The beauty of the woman in a gown of his colours and with her hair done up so beautifully made him feel a flutter in his chest and a warmness in his face, he finally gained back some control of his body and stepped in the room.

The handmaidens noticed him instantly and all backed away a little to give him space with his future bride,

Y/n saw him and quickly turned to face him so he didn't see the back of her dress, "My lord Tully." She curtsied

he smiled, he couldn't help but look her up and down. his blue eyes scanning over her appearance. She looked perfect. his future wife. so nervous yet so beautiful in her gown and with her braided hair, he approached her gently took her hand, and kissed the back of her hand, "you look absolutely stunning"

she blushed hard, "Thank you, my lord... You look very handsome."

he gently squeezed her hand "I'm glad you think so, my dear. I'm happy to see that you look excited to marry today, or are you nervous?"

"Oh- very excited my lord. So very very excited."

"You don't look like you can wait to say the words, you want us to be married that much do you?"

she sheepishly nodded admitting her excitement

he chuckled and raised a hand to gently tuck a loose strand of her braided hair back behind her ear. his fingers lingering there for a second. he had been nervous himself but now that he was with her, his soon to be wife, he felt excitement and confidence. it felt right "That's a good thing to hear, you can't imagine how eager I am to be your husband"

She smiled "Egar enough your willing to fight over me?" She giggled glancing at his sword,

he chuckled again, "Eager enough to fight for you, and eager enough to protect you with all I have"

"Thank you, for such dedication my lord..."

he smiled and moved a little closer. "your welcome, love. I would give my life and fight every man in Westeros for you"

She blushed hard squeezing his hand back. "I uhh I should finish with my gown.."

"of course, of course. I don't want to keep you from it. I'll leave you to finish. I will... I'll see you at the ceremony my love"

"Or!" She quickly spoke up "or perhaps... If you wouldn't mind... You could finish lacing it for me"

his heart skipped a beat, his eyes widened in surprise. she wanted HIM to finish the lacing on her gown? the mere thought and her request made his heart beat faster. the image of him being the one to put her in her wedding gown made him feel strangely excited "I.... I..." he stuttered. dumbfounded that she would ask that of him. he was speechless for a moment

"I uhh... You do not need to but as you are here. And... As you will be the one to undo it this evening."

"I will gladly lace you up, my dear."

she blushed and turned to face her mirrors her hands at her stomach bracing for the laces to be tightened

he stood right behind her. his body practically pressed against hers. she was so close. so close that he had to stop himself from wrapping his arms around her and holding her against him. his hands shaking slightly as he started to lace up the back of the dress "how tight do you want them..?" he asked quietly. to keep his shaking voice in check

"as tight as you can." She nodded "as tight as you desire my lord." She blushed very aware hef bareback and corset below her gown were on display

he started to lace the back of her gown. his hands working the lace through the eyelets of the fabric and pulling them tight. the more he pulled, the more her body pressed against his

she slowly breathed making sure not to gasp too much even if she wanted to. The tickling feeling of his breath against her bare neck made her blush. Her hands holding each other her mind unable to avoid the thoughts of later tonight

"I'm almost done. almost done, my love" he whispered

she nodded sheepishly

he took a second to enjoy the moment. her body pressed against him. so close. the feeling of her against him yet not being skin to skin. his cheek pressed against the side of hers as he took a deep breath, then he finished lacing her dress.

she let out her breath and She softly rubbed her skin on his and looked at him in her mirror "How do I look my lord?"

he looked into the mirror. the reflection of them together. her pressed against him. her body pressed against his. the gown perfectly fitted on her. she looked so gorgeous, so beautiful, and she was soon going to be his. his wife. his future Lady of Riverrun "You look... You look incredible. stunning. perfect" he whispered in her ear

"Do I look like lady Tully?" She giggled,

"You look exactly like a Lady Tully. the most beautiful Tully bride ever"

"Thank you my lord. You look so very handsome too. A perfect lord. The most handsome groom."

he chuckled and a shiver ran down his spine. "I'm glad you think so, my love. But you're too kind, you are the most beautiful one here. you make me look like a peasant in comparison"

she giggled "of course not. You are my handsome lord husband."

"your handsome lord husband that could barely hold himself back from embracing you and keeping you all to himself. especially now when you look this beautiful"

"not too long to wait my lord... But we should go and get married first should we not?"

"yes, yes of course. I can't wait to make you my wife. I shall see you in the sept?"

"Yes, I shall see you in the sept,"

Oscar nodded and left the room to allow her and her handmaidens to make the final adjustments, and he walked his way to the sept with a slight spring in his sept knowing he knew just how lovely his wife was.

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Oscar grew more and more restless. He couldn't help himself he was yearning like he never thought possible. Oscar took his family words very seriously family, duty, honour. in that order. Even If he was the only member of his family left now. But he knew his duty and his honour both of which had led him to Harrenhal and King's landing as lord paramount leading his men to war. He did his duty to his people and his family legacy. But while the other men rejoiced in the thrill of post-battle with tavern girls and brothel workers. Oscar did not.

He knew his grandsire had arranged a marriage for him many years before he died, and Oscar refused to break his honour and his duty to his betrothed by sleeping with someone else. Even if... the gods did tempt him after the battle of kings landing when a few girls came to kiss him in thanks. But he did his duty and kept his honour.

Once back to Riverrun, things returned to normal or as close to normal as possible. But Oscar still felt this unwanted ache. An inch that couldn't be scratched no matter how his own hand tried. And this week was worse. Finally his maiden wife was of age, So she had arrived in Riverrun this week for them to marry in a few days.

He'd only seen her briefly but already just sitting at dinner with her was making him cross his legs under the table. And today was the worst! Or best! He wasn't sure... He'd been sitting in the lounge watching a storm when his betrothal lady Y/n arrived soaked from the rain having gotten lost on her way back from the castle sept. Her dress left no inch hidden, her clothes soaked and tight to her skin. And when she fell into his arms for comfort he felt... Everything!

Needless to say, Oscar had to run to his chambers to excuse himself and... Change his britches.

But tonight he was just too restless to even consider sleep. With the rain pouring and crashing outside, he paced the floor of his solar staring into the fire. He tried to distract himself with anything he could. A book, some paperwork, even his sword. But nothing seemed to calm the stirring within him, the...need...

Oscar's eyes wandered out of his windows on to the night sky, and in the direction of his betroth's chambers. He looked across the castle walls towards her chamber window. Seeing fire flame flicker beyond them. He tried to reason with himself.

'She's my betroth, she's young and innocent.'

But the images in his head, wouldn't leave. Her wet small clothes clinging to her, the curves in her body that he'd only seen in glimpses.

Oscar groaned as he felt his breeches tighten at the thought of his maiden bride, he was tempted, so tempted to go to her. She deserved to be wooed, as any other maiden. and...he needed her, more than he thought possible. He was still just trying to get his body to calm down and his breeches to loosen,

A loud tap came from his door and a voice spoke up.

"My lord Tully!" The voice of his master of arms lord Samuel Deddings,

Oscar's head snapped around to the door, as he tried to compose himself, adjusting his breeches trying to hide the bulge. "Yes, enter!"

Samuel headed in, the older man adjusting his sword as he arrived. Immediately he clocked the issues his lord was having and looked away. "Forgive my interruptions, My lord."

"It's quite alright, Samuel."

"The travelling party fear the storm, my lord. Lady Y/n's party wish to leave so they may return home."

The mention of his betroth's name made his body stir even more, he tried to focus on the words, instead of the thoughts in his head. "Leave...during the storm?" Oscar asked, his voice slightly strained as he tried to calm himself.

"They wish to make preparations, to head away as soon as there is a break in the storm. Aiming to get back before the pass becomes too wet."

Oscar nodded, "Let them make their preparations then, the storm should subside in few hours, I'll escort the lady and her party personally to the gates, it would be safer that way."

"... The lady Y/n will remain here, my lord."

"Remain...here?"

"She wishes to remain in Riverrun, she has already given her party grace to leave her here." Samuel explained, "She says she will be Lady Tully with the week anyway, and there is no need for her Arynn party to remain if they fear their safety."

His mind went back to the thoughts of her earlier, in her wet clothes. her body tight against her wet clothes, her form so small and delicate. "Of course...that makes perfect sense."

"Do you give them leave to go, my lord?" He asked,

Oscar nodded, "Yes let them go," His mind kept wandering to her, her wet body pressed against his...

Samuel nodded and went to leave but he turned back. "My lord, if I may... Speak freely?"

Oscar nodded, "You know you may speak freely Samuel, I trust you wholeheartedly so speak as freely as you need."

"I am many years your senior as you know." He laughed, "Married for six years with two children... And I did have my share of... Cold feet around my own wedding but... I fear coldness is not your issue currently?"

Oscar sighed, "No...I think we can both safely say that...heat...is very much my issue at the present moment."

"I... I feel your pain, I remember it. It is a thirst that cannot fully be quenched." He nodded, "I can try and summon a-"

Oscar cut Samuel off, "I don't want a whore. my maiden betroth is right around the corner, I don't want them... I want her."

Samuel nodded. And glanced over his shoulder before he spoke quietly. "Then go to her. You are to be her husband in mere days, you cannot rob yourself of her maidenhead when you yourself will later take it officially. Many lords and ladies share a bed the nights before their wedding. Whether it happens tonight, or in a few days she is your bride regardless."

Oscar sat frozen at Samuel's words. He had heard of such things before weddings. his own grandsire and his grandam had done so, so he could do the same. "You think... she wouldn't mind?"

"I'm sure she would not turn away her husband to be, if perhaps he came to her suite late one stormy evening with perhaps some comforting words and a warm embrace."

"You are quite a sage man. Thank you, for your wisdom."

Samuel nodded and left to attend to business,

Oscar headed over to the wash basin, he washed his face, and wet his hair. he wanted to look presentable for his betroth. it's not every night you visit your soon to be wife, after all. he dressed in a simply red shirt and breeches. He ran a hand through his wet curls, and started towards her chambers.

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As Oscar walked through the castle passageways, he felt his anxiety returning, his mind swirling with every possibility that could happen when he walked into her room. He thought about what she could be wearing. if she would be scared. if she would reject him. His mind raced so fast he almost didn't even realise he'd arrived at her chamber door. He took a deep breath and raised his hand to knock.

"Oh, enter." Y/n softly smiled from within,

As Oscar entered he found the room rather cluttered, all her trunks and boxes scattered around, not unpacked yet as she'd only arrived a few days ago, and in reality she'd be moving into Oscar's suite after they were married so likely didn't really need to unpack everything just to move it all again. Her dress from earlier in the day hung by the fire to dry off. Her curtains closed tight, and her bed was full of blankets, Almost more blankets than bed.

And there she sat, her back against the headboard, her long Arynn hair braided and pinned up around her head. Her cheeks dusted by the fire's light, and a blue velvet nightgown covered her body snuggly keeping her warm. Blankets over her lap. And some embroidery in her hand. "Oh? Good evening my lord Tully." she smiled surprised to see him,

As soon as he entered he felt any doubts he might have had dissapear. She was more beautiful than ever. She looked cosy and delicate in her new chambers, almost like a new little bird nesting in her first home. She looked at him with those beautiful big eyes, and a sweet smile, that he wanted to kiss off her lips. He walked closer to where she sat and smiled. "Good evening, my lady Y/n... you look... very cosy. I hope you're settling in well."

She smiled, "I'm doing my best thank you. Trying to keep warm."

"I see you have a lot of blankets there. must be quite cold in this room then."

She nodded as she worked on a red and blue embroidered, notably his house colours not her own. "The eyire doesn't get such harsh storms, I fear I'm simply not use to the .. damp cold of the riverlands yet."

He sat down on the side of the bed, still staring down at her, still drinking at the sight of her. "Oh, I'm sure you'll get used to it."

She nodded, "I'm sure, it may simply take me some time. In sure you'll be able to teach me all the tricks to survive such storms."

"yes...I can think of a few ways to keep you warm, my lady."

"oh? Would you enlighten me?"

His eyes roamed over the outline of her figure and her thighs hidden by the blankets. He tried to keep his voice calm as he spoke, not wanting to shock her. "There are...many ways. Some are less modest than others." He moved closer to her, his hand resting on the blanket near her hip. "One is, you pile on all the blankets you can find. you wrap them tightly around your body, and you bury yourself inside. until you feel so warm, that you can't breath." His hand began rubbing her skin gently.

"Turn me into a little caterpillar cacoon you mean." She softly giggled.

"Another is to find another warm body..."

"I suppose that makes sense, I guess when we share your suite the bed will be far warmer? Or is your room colder being bigger perhaps the bed is further from the fire?"

"Actually, the Lord's suite is rather warmer. My fire, is always lit, especially during the winter season."

She nodded sweetly. "It sounds lovely,"

"it's a very... comfortable and... private suite."

"I should hope so, don't want people listening in to the lord's business."

His eyes looked down at her, his eyes now almost lustful. "No, I wouldn't want anyone listening in. especially, since... my interests are very private."

"oh?" She asked looking up at him her tone becoming worried,

"Don't worry.." He moved his hand that was rubbing her hip, up to her face, cupping her chin. "None of my interests are... morally wrong."

"... I don't think that gives the comfort you think it does." She nervously laughed,

"It's nothing... bad. I promise, I'm not some perverted villain."

"depends what you regard as perverted my lord."

"My interests are...quite normal and natural... I guess." His hand now ran down her cheek, and onto her shoulder, where her nightgown began, his fingers softly touching the fabric and the soft flesh beneath.

"mhm... Natural to have to run to your room after hugging your betrothal." She smiled slightly wickedly.

And Oscar had a heart attack! He thought he'd- she'd- he thought he'd gotten away from it. But he words, that smile... She knew.

Oscar looked at her in shock, the color completely draining from his face. He tried to keep his voice calm, but there was definitely panic in it. "How- what- you-"

She giggled, "Rather hard not to notice."

His cheeks went a bright shade of red from embarrassment, "I...I-" He tried to come up with any excuse but he knew it was too late. "And you're just sitting there giggling at me? You think it's that funny?"

"I think it's sweet you thought you'd gotten away with me not knowing given you literally groaned in my ear."

"It-it was an accident, really, you know I-" H

"It's alright Oscar." She smiled,

"Y- you... it doesn't bother you? You don't think... it's perverted?"

"Why would I? You are to be my husband, I'm rather flattered you got so excited to see me."

He slowly relaxed at the sound of her reasoning. "You're not creeped out... or disgusted?"

She shook her head,

He smiled, she was truly more innocent and sweet than he'd ever thought before. a young maiden with the most beautiful heart. And the most heavenly body. He gently took her hands, holding them in his for a moment before he looked right into her eyes, his voice becoming softer. "Can...I ask you a...very, intimate question?"

She nodded with a smile, setting her embroidery on her lap,

"Have you... given much thought to the bedding?"

"No, not really." She admitted. "I know we hadn't spoken about it, I don't know how you feel about... The tradition."

He gently squeezed her hands, as he spoke to her. "I know you're still a...maiden...and I don't want to...push you into anything that you're not comfortable with."

"I... I fear the tradition." She admitted, "The thought of, having my wedding gown, and spending the evening feasting and... Drinking with you. Only to then have all the lords and men of the castle carry me to our bed and... Have them rip my gown away for their own amusement... It's horrifying." She explained,

His heart broke at that admission. He already knew how embarrassing and humiliating the tradition was to women but, he was always used to it. But hearing her describe it as horrifying, and seeing the look on her face as she said it, it was like a dagger through his heart. "I, I hadn't known, of your feelings towards the tradition, my lady." He lifted one hand to her face, gently brushing his fingers against her cheek as he spoke to her. "I've always seen it as a, tradition, all the men standing outside the door laughing and waiting. And I always thought the ladies, that they... wanted to participate?"

"perhaps some do." She nodded, "I... Would rather not. Our wedding night should be ours. No men laughing at us from beyond a door. No lords and ladies to strip us for their amusement. To be thrown by force into our bed." She explained. "I want to walk to our bed together, to climb into our bed together and have us be the ones to undress one another." she explained, "... But if, you wish to honour tradition I... I will not argue my lord."

His heart almost burst at her words. She actually wanted an intimate, private first night, with just him. no other men to laugh and jeer. no one to rip off her dress. she wanted them to undress each other, together. this was not a selfish, or vain girl, this was a sweet innocent maiden, who knew exactly what she wanted. She was truly perfect. He shook his head, his eyes fixed on her face, staring at her beautiful cheeks, and delicate nose and her captivating eyes. "I care far more, about your comfort and your wishes, than... the satisfaction of a few drunken lords."

"You will forgo the ceremony?" She begged,

He smiled, "Yes...yes of course I will. I want our first night to be...perfect, for both of us."

She smiled and hugged him, throwing her arms around his torso and her head into his chest. "Thank you, Oscar." She sniffled,

He wrapped his arms around her, embracing her. He felt as though he was holding something....precious. "You're welcome my sweet lady Wife." He gently kissed the top her head as he held her.

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Oscar returned home to Riverrun, almost three years to the day since he left. He had gone through so much in the madness of war, leading his lords into battle as their lord paramount, and came home with a knighthood to add to his list of titles. Finally, peace had been achieved, and his lords went home, even if now many were missing. And some... new form of normal could hopefully be achieved.

But in truth, as Oscar pulled his horse into the triangular courtyard of his ancestral home, there was truly only one person he wanted to see. And just as he had imagined, His wife, Lady Y/n Tully, stood on the steps to the great hall. In a grand dress of deep blue and red, the Tully house colours. Her long curls in a braid down her back. She had spend hours preparing for his arrival and already she was smiling and teary-eyed.

Y/n had also grown up in Riverrun, as the daughter of Oscar's grandsire's master at arms. A lady but less high-born than Oscar. The two had always adored one another and in the mad rush of the impending war, Oscar had married her the night before he left for Harrenhal, so he knew she would be safe, protected, and his when he returned home.

The two had only spent a single night as husband and wife, consummating their marriage a single time before Oscar left.

So, needless to say... He was excited to see her after three years and excited to finally! Have time with the girl he married.

He couldn't stop himself from grinning as he saw her. She looked just as he remembered. Slowly hopping off his horse, he looked up at his lovely wife with a smirk and took off his helmet, ruffling his messy hair into place. "Y/n... I'm home." He gasped, "You look... different from the last time I saw you."

She softly blushed, "I have, I have had to dress the part, of the lady of Riverrun. Acting in your absence while you've been gone." She answered.

"Acting the part? Really?" One hand went to her waist, "You're just as beautiful as the day I married you... I'd even say you've grown even lovelier, somehow."

She smiled, "You're... Taller." She giggled, clearly wanting to say and do far more but saved face given they were in the courtyard in front of everyone.

"And stronger..." He added, lifting her hand to his mouth before gently kissing the back of it, his gaze still on her. It was all he could do to not just scoop her up into his arms and carry her to their bedchambers.

"I do not doubt it," she nodded. "Shall we head into the grand hall? I have had a feast prepared for you and your mens arrival home. Fresh caught fried bass and westerlands wine. All your favourites." She encouraged, "Lordly matters can await tomorrow's dawn."

"You truly have thought of everything, haven't you?" He grinned and began to walk with her towards the grand hall. "If only everything could wait until tomorrow." He smirked, leaning a little closer to her and lowering his voice to a near-whisper. "But unfortunately, I do have needs that can't wait that long..."

Y/n lead Oscar up to the solar that she had been living in as lady whilst he was gone. The room has been the suite of every lord Tully since Riverrun's building. The two had spent their only night together in the grand bed, and ever since, she'd slept in it alone with Oscar at war in muddy old tents at best. "I made sure to have the maids upkeep your old clothes but I am unsure which will still fit you now." She said absentmindedly, assuming he'd wish to change after his travels.

He smirked a little, shaking his head. "Don't worry about my clothes, they'll be coming off soon enough." He began, his hand gently pulling her a little closer towards him as the door shut behind them.

She gasped and tried to hide her immediate smile,

He spun to face her fully now, his free hand resting on her hip. "It's been three whole years, Y/n. Three years since the last time I saw you, let alone even got to touch you... Do you honestly think I'm going to rest and change my clothes first?" He asked with a smirk, one eyebrow raised.

"I... I don't know how much... You would want to-" she began,

Oscar gave a soft laugh, gently cupping her cheek with one hand as his gaze remained focused entirely on her. "Y/n.. I don't just 'want to'. I need to. I cannot remember the last time I felt the touch of a woman, let alone that woman being my wife..."

She was nervous unable to meet his eyes, her fears overflowing, "I didn't... Wish to presume if you wished to... Be intimate with me. After all it's been three years, we have both changed and... I understand... Boys are war... Have needs... Quenched by... Those closest."

Finally, there it was. The reason she'd been so closed off, she knew Oscar loved her, but they got married out of fear because he was leaving for the war, with only a single night as husband and wife before he left. She understood he very likely had been with whores and other women while at war, and she was unsure if after such experiences he even find her desirable anymore let alone want to bed her less experienced self.

His smirk faltered, "Y/n... Look at me." He said softly, gently tilting her chin up until she was looking at him. "I don't want random whores. I have never wanted anyone but you, my dear. You are the one I love. You are my wife, and I have been waiting these three years to come home to you. For three whole years, I have thought of nothing... And nobody... Except you." he explained, "And tonight... I am finally getting to do what I have been wanting to do for three whole years." He said, his eyes roaming over her body now, drinking in every curve as his fingers gently traced over her waist. "Are you wearing anything under this dress?"

She shook her head,

"Good." He smirked, his hand moving to begin untying the laces of her dress. "We have spent too long apart already... I'm going to spend the night showing you how much I missed you." Without hesitation, Oscar all but ripped apart her gown and lifted Y/n up and onto their bed. He left her laid there in the same position he had their first and only night together. He climbed up onto the bed with her now, gently straddling her. His eyes, still that brilliant blue, ran over his lovely, half-naked wife, before he began to remove his own armor with a smirk. "Gods, you're even more beautiful than I remembered..."

"I... Have changed somewhat." She was self-conscious about her body due to the absence of food in war,

Oscar let his hands run over her body, carefully examining her. "And the changes are for the better." He smirked, leaning over to begin leaving a trail of kisses along her neck....

Later that evening, Oscar laid on his back, sweaty and exhausted but satisfied beyond measure at the hours he'd spent with his wife. The feast went on downstairs without them but neither much cared. Happy to at last share arms and a bed after so long apart.

Y/n laid with her head against Oscar's bare chest, looking up at the canopy of their bed, fiddling with the silver locket around her neck that Oscar had given her before he left.

Oscar gave a content sigh as he ran his hand through Y/n's hair, gently massaging her scalp as he looked down at her with a small smile. He was still a little disheveled and sweaty from their night of lovemaking, but he didn't care. He felt so alive and whole, having her here in his arms where she belonged. "I see you still have it."

She nodded. "Of course,"

He leaned down to gently kiss the top of her head, his hand still playing with her hair. "I'm glad." He said softly, before his brow furrowed a little in realization.

"humm?" She hummed, feeling him tense up.

"We... We didn't take any precautions..." He muttered softly, his hand gently coming to rest on her waist as he thought about it.

"... I know." She answered, slightly confused, "I was under the impression that was intentional?"

That gave him pause. "You... You want a child?" He asked bluntly,

"At some point." She shrugged, "But you've been gone at war for three years I kinda assumed you'd come home and not care much for such precautions. Just to focus on enjoying yourself. Doesn't help that you are the last male Tully Oscar. I know we will need to have children at some point you'll need an heir." She explained, "After all, many men die at war, I suppose those to return must begin to ...repopulate"

"Right... just to 'repopulate'" He repeated, a tinge of bitter sarcasm in his voice.

She noticed his tone and sat up slightly, keeping the sheets around her body. "And, I know in time I want a big family. Lots of adorable little lords and ladies to run around riverrun." She smiled, "And I get to have all the fun of making babies with my husband,"

His expression softened a little when she sat up, and he ran a hand through his hair, "Y/n... It's been three years since that single night in this bed, and now you want to have a whole load of children?" He laughed a little, though it still held that bitter edge.

She giggled, "What else have I had to think about while you've been off fighting a war?" She joked,

"I've been in miserable battles at the edge of the world and you've been sat here planning on how to fill our home with little ones." He said with a smirk.

She shrugged with a smile

His expression softened a little more, and he gently tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. "So... all this is just to... fulfill your wifely duty, then? To give me the heirs I need?"

"To forfill my wifely duty. To give you your heirs. To have sweet children I can pamper. To have a family with the man I have long loved." She explained between kisses,

He held her close, though his mind was still lingering on her words. 'The man I have long loved' - she had loved him. But did she still love him? Or was that love just a bygone memory of the childhood sweetheart he had been. He was silent for a few more moments, before finally he asked the question he had been too afraid to say aloud. "How... how much do you still love me, Y/n?"

She pondered for a moment before she finally answered, "More than all the stars in the sky, all the snow in the north, all the water in the riverlands. Oscar, I have adored you since we were children. I married you because I loved you not just because you were leaving, not just for one final night before our goodbye. But because I wanted to be yours, in this life and the next, weather you came back or not. Three years and my heart has only grown fonder since we've been apart. I still love you, and I am still your wife for as long as I live. And I will be your lady wife as long as I live too. And the mother of your children as soon as you desire to give me them."

It was the answer he wanted, the answer he needed. And it was so clearly sincere, he could feel it in her words, her touch. She did still love him. All those fears he had, that she didn't feel the same... and they were all for nothing. "As do I. All that and more, my love... I would march to the seven hells and back just to see you smile, three years is nothing compared to how long I was willing to wait for you." He pulled her close, so that her body was pressed against his, with their noses almost touching. His hand cupped her cheek, gently tracing over her skin. "And what if... I desire to give you children tonight?"

She giggled and kissed his lips, pulling his hair a little as they laid back down to continue where they had left off.

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Once the great Targaryen civil war was settled. Oscar made his way home to the Riverlands and disbanded his army of riverlords. All, of course heading back to their home keeps. Oscar was no different, heading home to Riverrun to take up his duties as lord paramount in this new peace time. However, he wasn't returning home alone. He traveled the riverlands with the beautiful lady Y/n, a Baratheon lady that surrendered upon the sack of King's Landing. Her father was executed as a green supporter, and her brother was given dominion on their home storm's end.

Y/n had always been honest that she only did as her father commanded, and Oscar had grown close to her. Close enough that he brought her home with him to Riverrun, intending to marry her and make her lady Tully.

They slowly rode on Oscar's horse her arms wrapped around him as they looked to Riverrun in the distance.

His hand grasped the reins of the horse that they rode on together, and his head turned to look at her.

Y/n saw him look at her, her head rested on the back of his shoulder, her chin on his armour. She smiled at him, unable to hide her excitement.

Oscar could not help but smile back at her, it was hard not to return one of her smiles. She always seemed to be smiling, one of the many things he had come to love about her. His hand left the reigns of the horse and reached back to find her's and he took it in his hand. His thumb gently rubbed the back of her hand.

"Lord Tully?" She asked,

Oscar just laughed and smirked, "You can just call me Oscar, you know?"

"I feel rude." She said quietly.

Oscar shook his head, a smile still on his face. "You don't need to feel rude about it. When we are on our own, you can just call me Oscar."

"Oscar?" She spoke up again, quieter, clearly frightened to call him by his name.

Oscar couldn't help but laugh, and he brought her hand up, softly kissing the back of her hand before he spoke to her. "You will get the hang of my beloved. Now, what did you want to ask me?"

"... Does Riverrun flood?" She asked,

He nodded his head, "Yes, yes it does. It is made right on the banks of a river, after all." He said with a small laugh, "Why do you ask?"

"... Storms end never flooded. The walls were too high for the water."

Oscar nodded his head at her and gave her hand a small squeeze. "Well, you can rest easy, The walls are high here as well. This castle has never fallen, even in the worst of storms, and I don't ever plan to let it."

,

"... Will I need to shorter my skirts?" She whispered

Oscar's head fell to the side, and he gave her a confused look. "why would you...oh..." he started to say, his face softened some, "there will be some flooding, but not enough that you will need to change the length of your skirts, the castle doesn't flood that much."

She nodded rather sheepishly. "Is there any other way into the castle other than the bridge?"

"No other ways I can think of, however, if it would make you feel safer, I could just carry you to and across the bridge," he said as a smile spread across his lips.

She giggled. "So... If... Someone wanted to attack the castle, you could just raise and bridge, and no one could get in. And no one can seige it because of the big river around it."

"Exactly..." he said with a laugh. "The only way into the castle is over the bridge; if the bridge is raised, no one can get across. The castle was hard to siege, and if you try and besiege it, you run the risk of drowning."

She nodded. "So we're safe?"

He nodded his head at her and smiled. "Yes, we're safe here; no one is going to get inside the castle without us letting them. I promise." The gates to the castle opened, and the two of them rode on inside, the horse taking them to the stables.

Y/n nodded nervously. Even if they were in a time of peace, she was still frightened.

Oscar could feel her fear, and he rubbed her hand with his thumb. "You don't need to worry. Riverrun is a very well-defended castle, one of the best in the seven kingdoms. Even if we were under a siege, we could simply pull up the bridge. A full keep can last seven years on the supplies inside. So you have nothing to fear." He explained as he climbed down, he put his hands on her waist and tugged her down to the ground with him,

She tried to stand, but her legs tumbled from the weight,

Oscar quickly wrapped an arm around her to help catch her, and he couldn't help but laugh a little. He knew she had never rode a horse before, so it was to be expected that her legs would be like jelly when she dismounted. "Careful, I've got you."

"... My legs hurt." Y/n whimpers,

Oscar laughed softly again, and he nodded his head. "Yes, I'm sure they hurts, you're not used to riding a horse. you'll get more used to it the more you ride." He held her close to him, his arm still wrapped around her. "Come on, let's get you inside. It will be nice and warm inside; we will get you some hot food."

Y/n nodded,

Oscar laughed and picked her up, carrying her into the keep.

The staff were preparing a feast in the great hall to celebrate the army and their lords' return home. The tables were filled with fine fish and wine, candles lit and fires burning. The head table has Oscar's chair as lord paramount and lord of Riverrun, and a few important chairs for lords, the maester and master at arms. But there was no seat for Y/n. Given the staff didn't know Oscar would be returning home with a girl he planned on marrying, the lady of Riverrun seat was still stuffed away in the storage, unused since his grandmother's passing.

Oscar grumbled slightly and muttered a curse under his breath. "Y/n, stay here, my beloved. I will see about getting you a seat."

"It's alright, I don't mind. I'll sit ... elsewhere if I must. I don't want to be my trouble." She said sheepishly.

"AHH! My lord Oscar! Thank the gods you are home safely!" Maester Lupin smiled as he approached. Maester Lupin had been Riverrun's Maester as long as Oscar had ever known. He had even been the maester that had aided Oscar's own mother in Oscar's birth.

"Maester Lupin, it's good to see you. It certainly feels good to be home."

"Yes, of course, it is a new era marked by change. I'm sure Riverrun and, in fact, all of the Riverlands will be better for it." He nodded. His eyes briefly glanced at Y/n, but he chose to ignore her.

Oscar's hand was still holding Y/n's, and when he noticed the maester's glance, he couldn't help but squeeze her hand a little tighter,

"Maester Lupin, this is Y/n, Y/n Baratheon. and Y/n, this is the maester of Riverrun, Maester Lupin."

Y/n curtsied in her little yellow dress,

"...a... A Baratheon? To... What do we owe the pleasure of a Baratheon so far north?" Maester Lupin asked, his eyes flicking between them accusingly.

Oscar's face hardened at the maester's words. "She is my guest and my lady. So I would appreciate it if you would refrain from insulting her."

"Y-your lady?" Maester Lupin choked. "I... My lord Tully, may I have a word... P-privately?"

Oscar nodded his head yes, a look of annoyance in his eyes. "I won't be long, Just stay here and look around your new home," he said as he kissed her cheek and released her hand and turned, following the maester. Oscar went into the council room and set his sword on the table as Maester Lupin locked the door and paced.

"Please, in simple English, explain to me... What is going on?!"

Oscar sighed, "What is going on, is that Y/n is my lady. I plan on marrying her..." he said calmly, and he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Marrying! - my lord Tully. You are the lord paramount of the riverlands, of all river houses, the lord of Riverrun. Your hand in marriage is... Valuable. It cannot simply be given away to some... Girl."

Oscar's eyes hardened, and he sighed. "She is not just some...girl. She is more than that, and I plan on marrying her. My hand in marriage is my choice, and I've made it Maester."

"Who is she? Some farm girl? A brothel girl?" He asked. "I understand... War is a difficult experience. And so young I understand you would feel concerned and frightened, seeking comfort-"

Oscar's eyes hardened even further, and he cut the maester off. "Careful what you say next." He warned the maester that he was not going to let him continue with that insinuation. She was not a farm girl, or a whore. She was a lady, and one that he loved.

"... I ask very simply, Oscar. Have you... Taken this girl?"

Oscar was silent for a moment after the maester dropped that question. He wasn't ashamed of what he had done with Y/n, but he didn't want to discuss it with the maester. "Yes..." he said plainly,

"... You did not need to bring her here. You may feel guilty at first, but bastards are a part of war. Hundreds will be born, you need not-"

"I love her!" He snapped, "Do not believe I brought her here, only at the risk of my bastard in her belly."

"You are lord paramount. Lord Tully. Love was never an option you had." He said. "Love is for butchers boys and millers daughters. Not for noble born."

Oscar's face hardened even further, and his fingers gripped the edge of the table tightly.

"Your hand is already... Betrothed."

"Who?" he asked through clenched teeth. This was the first he had heard that he was betrothed.

"...well we...we... While you were gone..."

Oscar's eyes fell hard upon the maester. "Who?!" he repeated, his clenched teeth almost gritting as he tried to keep his anger in check.

"... Lady Lillian of house darry."

Oscar's fists clenched again, and he took a deep breath before he spoke again. "What?!" His head shook slightly, and he couldn't help the anger in his voice, "How long have I been betrothed to Lady Lillian?"

"We... We arranged it a few months after you left."

Oscar's hand slammed into the table, and he raised his voice. "A few months after I left! And you never thought that I should know about this?!"

"We... We assumed you'd be busy... With the war... And we could discuss it... When you return -"

Oscar's fist slammed down onto the table again. "Busy!! You thought a discussion about the woman that I will spend the rest of my life with could wait until after the war was over?!"

"My lord, we only -"

Oscar's hand raised, and he shook his head. "No, I don't want to hear an excuse. You had no right to arrange my betrothal to someone. I haven't agreed to it!" Oscar ran his fingers through his hair. "Whatever plans you've made. Unmake them. Send ravens and beg their forgiveness for 'your' mistake."

"My- my lord we-" the maester tried to convince him one final time.

Oscar's knuckles had gone white from the force of his fists clenching, and he slammed his hand onto the table a third time. "No!.. No, I have had enough of this. I will not be forced into a marriage I do not want. I do not want this Lillian of house darry! I already have a woman..." Oscar's body tensed up from anger. "Y/n Baratheon is the woman I will marry, and that's the end of it."

"... How do we know, she... Does not align with her father?" The maester asked.

Oscar let out a hard and short laugh. "She doesn't. She despises her father and her family in fact... she was a prisoner in King's Landing, trapped by duty to her father. And I've sworn to protect her."

"I... I cannot change your mind? On this?"

Oscar's eyes softened a little bit, but his head shook. "No, I've made up my mind. I love Y/n, I cannot marry lady darry, I do not know her."

"Very well..." He sighed. "We will prepare a chamber for Lady Baratheon and send ravens to Darry."

Oscar nodded his head, "Thank you, Maester... and arrange a bath for Y/n in her chamber. She's been traveling for a few days, and a bath would do her some good."

"Yes, of course, my lord." He nodded,

Oscar nodded to the maester, and he stood back up from the chair. He walked out of the council room and made his way back to the great hall. When he entered, he spotted Y/n waiting where he had left her. He walked up behind he, and once again wrapped an arm around her.

Y/n flinched when Oscar suddenly wrapped his arms around her. "Oh. Hello."

Oscar chuckled softly as she flinched, and he pulled her tightly against his body. "It's only me, don't worry." he cooed, "I'm sorry I left you standing here alone for so long... I had some things to discuss with the maester."

"That's alright, busy lord things." She nodded,

Oscar nodded his head, and his hand gently began stroking up and down her arm. "Yes, just busy lord things.... Come, let me show you where you will be staying here... and then we will get you a nice hot bath."

The Maester led them through Riverrun to the room selected for Y/n. But Oscar had expected when he asked for a room to be made up for her they would put her... In the lord suite, near his chambers. Or in the guest rooms. But no. The maester laid them down to the small, damp river level room only a single floor higher than the maids' quarters and dungeons. The room was small, with no windows, only a little fire with a rickety wooden bed.

"The maids are bringing a bath up." Maester Lupin nodded.

Oscar scowled as he looked around the room, and he didn't even try to keep the anger off his face as he spoke. "Maester Lupin, this is... unacceptable. This is no room to keep a lady"

"...this is the only room that's empty." He lied.

Oscar's eyes narrowed at the maester. "Really?" he asked. "This is the only room to put my beloved in? No other space in Riverrun?"

"No." The maester stood his ground, leaning into his lie.

Oscar took a step forward, towering over the old maester. "I think you're lying to me. I don't think this is the only room available. I think you've put her here to spite me." he spat, "And I think, you need to be reminded who is the lord of this castle and what my word is."

"... I merely wished to put space between you until you are wed."

"No, you're placing her in a room meant for guards to live in in the hopes that she will be so miserable she will leave on her own accord. That will not happen, and she will be moving to more comfortable rooms. I want her in rooms befitting of a lady that are on the same floor as my own. And that have windows for gods sake!" he ordered. "Now go and make sure that she has that," he said, his voice leaving no room for argument. But as Maester Lupin turned to leave, he called out to him again. "And if I ever find out you've placed her in a room like this again. There will be hell to pay. That is a promise."

The maester scurried off, cursing the gods for the lord that had returned when the spineless little boy had left.

Y/n stood sheepishly confused about what was happening but not wanting to speak incase Oscar's rage became pointed at her. "I... I don't mind this room, I don't want to be any trouble."

Oscar's eyes softened once the maester was gone, and he turned to face her. He stepped forward and took her hands into his own. "You will not be staying here. The maester is putting you in this room as a way to try and force me to marry someone else. I'm not going to allow it."

"Oh..." She gasped. "... I ... I can leave if you need to wed -" she began, almost tearful.

Oscar shook his head and gave her hands a gentle squeeze. "No, no. You're not leaving," he said with certainty in his voice. "There is no point in even discussing it. I'm marrying you. No one else. You're staying right here with me. And you're going to move into bigger and better rooms. I promise."

"Are you sure? I... I don't want to cause a issue in your castle."

Oscar let out a small chuckle as he saw her fretting so much. "You're not causing any issues by staying here. If anyone is causing an issue, it's the maester." He brought one of her hands to his lips and placed a gentle kiss upon it.

"...if you're sure." She nodded,

Soon enough, the maester arrived and led them up to one of the rooms in the lord's suite only a door down from Oscar's own chambers as lord paramount. The room was large with a window seat, fireplace, canopy bed and a hot steamy bath waiting for her.

"I pray this is... Acceptable." Measter Lupin said through gritted teeth, glaring at Y/n.

Oscar didn't like the old maester glaring at her. But he was glad to see that he had done as he was told. He gave the maester a sharp nod and led Y/n towards the new room.

"Yes, thank you, maester. this is much better." He stood in the middle of the room, his hand still holding onto Y/n. he gestured out around the new room. "This is much more comfortable for a lady. Do you like it, my Beloved?"

Y/n didn't answer, picking at her nails as she looked around the room. So used to her poor treatment, she expected the rug to be pulled out from under her or there to be some hellish catch to the good room.

Oscar's head turned to face her, and he frowned. he could see her hesitation and how she was picking at her nails. Oscar stepped up closer to her and placed a hand on her back. His thumb gently stroked her back. "...Y/n, there are no evil tricks about this. You're staying here, in this room, I promise you no one is going to try and take this away from you."

She nodded sheepishly. "Thank you, Oscar. I uhh I shall have my bath and come down for dinner."

"Very well." he nodded, and he leaned in closer and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. "I will let you get washed up. I'll be downstairs in the great hall when you're ready to come down." Oscar reluctantly moved away from her. It was hard for him to leave; he just wanted to hold her in his arms, but he knew she needed to get clean after days of travelling. He left the room, gently closing the door behind him and headed down to the great hall.

Oscar took his seat at the head of the top table as lords and knights filled the hall, celebrating the end of the war and their return home. The staff managed to fetch the ladies' chair from storage, dusting it off and setting it beside Oscar, ready for Y/n. But as Oscar sipped his wine, he noticed the maester whispering with the lord commander. Oscar's eyes flicked towards the maester and the lord commander. Something felt... Off. The maester and the lord commander were clearly not speaking about their return from war. He took a sip of his drink, and he couldn't help but eavesdrop on their conversation.

"I am telling you it's a disgrace. Just comes waltzing in with her like she's some arm warmer."

"Well, at least she's more than a mere bedwarmer."

"A bed warmer I'd prefer; he'd grow tired of her and discard her. He wants to marry the girl."

"A Baratheon?"

"A Baratheon."

"They sided green?"

"Yes!"

"What, did he kill the father and decide he wanted the daughter?"

"I can only imagine... Girls a sheepishly like wreck. Half the army could have had her before he picked her up."

"She's probably pregnant."

"I wouldn't doubt."

"...someone should get rid of her..."

Oscar's hand gripped the chalice so hard that it was a miracle it didn't break. Blood rushed to his head, and his entire body tensed up with rage. They had no right to talk about her like that, to insult her, and to suggest that they... what? Kill her?! Oscar's jaw clenched, and he slammed the chalice onto the table as he suddenly stood up. The chair scraped backwards as he moved forward. If it weren't for the table, he might have launched himself at the maester and the lord commander. His fists were clenched, and his voice was low as he called out to them."What the hell did you just say?"

The hall fell silent.

"My- my lord?" The maester gulped, acting like he didn't know.

Oscar did not look away from either the maester or the lord commander. "What just came out of your mouth, What were you just saying about me and about my lady?"

"... We... We didn't say anything about the lady baratheon..." The lord commander lied,

"Yes, you did. I heard you. I heard every word. I heard the insult, and I heard that you suggested to get rid of her." he was clenching his fists tighter. "She is my lady and my fiancée. No one, and I mean no one, touches a hair on her head. You want to get rid of her? Then you can go through me first!" Oscar drew his sword,

"...yes, my lord." They both gulped,

"If I hear one more whisper or one more rumour about my lady, or if I hear about anyone trying to get rid of my fiancée, this blade is going to find its way shoved into your throat. And that's a promise. Am I clear?"

The men nodded,

He turned and saw that all eyes in the room were on him. Everyone had heard the exchange. "That goes for anyone, regardless how high born," he said, picking up his chalice and taking a long drink of it to calm his nerves.

"Oscar?" Y/n spoke up, her voice trembling a little as she stood by the door. Her hair, clean and combed put into a long braid. Her skin is clean and fresh smelling. She wore a long, blue velvet dress that was obviously a little too big for her. But the gown was Tully colours, his house, not Bratheon yellow as he's always seen her. She held her hands in front of her, playing nervously with her fingers.

Oscar's body turned at the sound of Y/n's voice, and he saw her standing at the door. She looked stunning, and the sight of her almost made him forget all about the argument he had just had. He put down the wine and moved towards her, a smile on his lips. "Y/n." His hand moved to hers, and he took her hand into his to keep her from playing with her fingers.

"How do I look?" She asked quietly.

He lifted her hand and kissed it softly. He let his eyes take her in, and his gaze was full of admiration for her. "You look... beautiful," he said with complete sincerity in his voice. "My darling Y/n," he cooed, giving her lips a small tender kiss.

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There are no rules in war. Even less so in a war involving dragons, ancient houses, and the relentless pursuit of power.

Harrenhal had become the epicentre of political intrigue over the past few weeks, bubbling with tension and ambition. Prince Daemon Targaryen was rallying his forces to fight for his wife, Queen Rhaenyra. The banners of House Stark flew high as Lord Cregan Stark, accompanied by his fierce Winter Wolves, fulfilled the oath sworn to Prince Jacaerys. Lady Jeyne Arynn of the Vale had also dispatched her elite soldiers. Meanwhile, smaller lords and ladies were scrambling to forge alliances, each seeking their own advantage amid the encroaching threat of war.

Not all these alliances, however, were... completely accepted.

Lord Oscar Tully bent the knee to King Consort Daemon Targaryen. In exchange for his support, his armies, his resources, and his political clout. Oscar was to be betrothed to Daemon's daughter, Y/n.

Though Oscar had ascended to lord paramountship after the untimely death of his grandsire, he felt anything but thrilled about the arrangement. As the last living Tully, bearing the weight of his family's legacy, he was acutely aware that without an heir, the storied name of House Tully, his home of Riverrun, all would fade into obscurity with him if he were to die in this war, with no heir to follow him.

Y/n, however, felt the weight of this burden more acutely than Oscar could imagine. Her heart simmered with resentment at the thought of being bartered like a piece in a game of chess, to a man she had never met until a week ago. She had sought solace in discussing her feelings with her mother, Queen Rhaenyra, only to be met with the monotonous refrain of 'it's good for politics.' Having been in a position far from the line of succession, with three elder brothers and two older sisters before her, Y/n understood her lot in life was to be wed to whatever highborn lord it was important for her to wed at the time, but that didn't make it any easier to accept. She echoed her foremother's fate, remembering the tales of forced marriages and sacrificed dreams to be made to... Push out heirs.

Yet, Oscar had made every effort to win her over. He dedicated an entire afternoon to her, indulging in a lavish bath to present himself as favourably as possible. He even braved his fears and agreed to join her on a walk to visit her dragon, despite his terror at the mere idea of being anywhere near Rhaperzys. And even in a heartfelt gesture, he ventured beyond the castle's confines to collect wildflowers, to gift them to her as a token of kindness and perhaps brighten her spirits.

Yet every one of Oscar's efforts was met with indifference. Y/n offered little more than cold glances and curt replies, showing no interest in forming a bond with her betrothed. When she finally took to the skies on Rhaperzys, it was an abrupt end to their time together, leaving Oscar feeling more isolated than ever.

That evening, feeling rejected and desolate, Oscar retreated to his tent. He poured himself a modest goblet of ale, attempting to drown out his frustrations, before curling into his bed, sleep overtaking him swiftly.

However, as the night deepened, an ominous spark ignited at the edge of the army's camp. It was suspected that a supporter of the Greens had set the fire, an act of sabotage aimed directly at sowing chaos among the Black ranks. In moments, the flame devoured the mass of nearby tents, licking hungrily at wooden supports and fueled by the barrels of ale and wine. Panic erupted; soldiers shouted warnings, bells rang frantically, and men scrambled to retrieve weapons and provisions from the encroaching inferno.

Yet, within the calming confines of his tent, Oscar remained blissfully unaware, lost in a deep sleep, the chaos of the burning camp a mere whisper beyond the fabric walls. Unbeknownst to him, smoke swirled ominously around his tent, and the heat of the flames snaked closer, threatening to end the life of the Tully lord.

Meanwhile, Y/n was soaring through the stormy skies on Rhaperzys, seeking respite from her rage. The roaring wind muted her wrath, but as she cast her eyes down, she spotted the eruption of flames consuming the camp below. In an instant, she brought her dragon around, heart racing as she directed her flight to the chaotic scene. Swiftly and meticulously, she began to assess the situation, checking for the safety of her fellow soldiers. Yet, the dreadful realisation settled in her stomach: her betrothed was nowhere to be seen, lost within the ring of fire that threatened to consume them all.

Y/n commanded Rhaperzys to collect water from the god's eye and use his large wings to help contain and smother the flames. As she ran through the mud, the skirt of her dress bundled in her hand as she ran into the flames, much to everyone's panic, many lords and soldiers tried to stop her, but she was too fast. The flames kissed her ankles and elbows as she ran,

"Oscar! Oscar! Lord Tully!" she called out with the loudest voice she had, only to be little more than a squeak against the roaring of the hot flames. Luckily, that afternoon, Oscar had begun their walk at his tent, so she knew already where to first check for him.

Once finding Oscar's tent already being lapped by flame and overwhelmed by smoke, she screamed out, only to be met with silence.

She rushed inside the tent, covering her mouth to prevent her coughing, as it was a cacophony of smoke and heat. As Y/n called out for Oscar, her voice was almost immediately overwhelmed by the roaring of the fire and the crackle of burning wood.

She fought her way forward against the heat, her eyes straining to see through the thick smoke, as she got to his bed and shook him. "Oscar! Oscar! Wake up! Oscar, wake up!" Unfortunately, she couldn't rouse him, his breaths short and shallow, his eyes, when pulled back, were red and bloodshot, but he didn't arouse, likely the smoke having gotten to him in his sleep.

So Y/n ripped the covers from the bed and used what little strength she had to drag his unconscious body out of the tent and into the mud of camp. She screamed and cried out as she worked to get them both far enough from the flames to be safe,

Luckily, Rhaperzys was just doing a pass above them, letting out a screech as his wings blew out the many flames.

Once safe, she tumbled to the ground and instantly took to Oscar. "Oscar. Oscar! Oscar, are you alright?" She asked, slightly shaking his ash-streaked face.

But the young lord lay still and unresponsive in the mud,

She continued shaking him, her voice straining. "Oscar! Wake up! Please wake up!" She shook him, slapped him, everything she could think to do. Before, in her panic, she brought her lips to his, filling his lungs with as much air as she had to give.

Which worked!

He suddenly convulsed, his body shuddering as he started to cough and splutter. His eyes were red, his body was covered with small burns, his voice was hoarse, and his whole body was feeling dizzy and nervous. "W-what... what happened?" he managed to cough out.

"Oh, Oscar!" She cried in relief, throwing her arms around him in a tight hug, not caring how much pain she was in. "You alright!"

"Ow, ow, ow," he groaned, but there was a faint hint of amusement in his voice. He winced slightly, but he reciprocated the hug, wrapping his arms around her. "I'm... I'm alright,"

"Thank you, gods! You scared me so bad!" she told him, refusing to let him go.

"I'm sorry." He coughed. He pushed back a bit to look her in the face, concern etched on his own. "You're hurt! Your arms, Princess!"

"I'll be fine." She dismissed. "I'm a Targaryen, I'm used to it."

"You could have killed yourself running into that fire like that, you know." he chastised gently. "T- thank you for coming for me."

She softly smiled, "I couldn't let my betrothal burn," she joked, "You'd have done the same for me."

"A thousand times." He nodded, "I would have willingly run into any fire for you, Princess." he smiled, "And... I certainly would give you as many kisses as needed." He blushed a little, "To save you! Of course."

"Mhm?" she playfully raised an eyebrow,

"I also... wouldn't oppose another nice kiss?"

"Oh?"

"Ohh... Oh... I'm feeling faint." He said, pretending to lie back on the mud and close his eyes,

Y/n laughed and rested her hands on his tunic. Leaning down and pressing a tender kiss to his lips.

But almost the exact moment they shared their sweet kiss, Rhaperzys flew overhead spitting down his mouthful of water from the god's eye, soaking the tents, flames and Oscar and Y/n.

They both broke the kiss, gasping fast from the shock of suddenly being, soaking wet and freezing cold.

"Shall we head into the castle and see Alys to tend our burns?" she gasped,

"Yes... Good idea," he nodded. "Let's go, princess, let's get somewhere safe." He slowly pushed himself up from the ground, extending his hand to help her rise as well. Their fingers intertwined securely, and together, they began the ascent toward the castle.

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Oscar couldn't be happier today. It felt like an age ago that he had left Riverrun. Only days after his grandsire's death and his rise to lord paramount of the riverlands, he travelled to Harrenhal to swear before Daemon Targaryen. He had been at war, travelling down to King's Landing to restore the rightful royals to the throne. The war had been over for a while now, and he'd enjoyed his time in the red keep acting as master of laws on the council of the new prince regent. But finally, Oscar was having the men pack his things, so he could go home to his beloved Riverrun and his warm bed.

But as he packed the last few things from his chamber, he heard a knock on the door he'd left open for his staff to come and go, loading items. When he looked up, he saw Lord Cregan stark, another lord who'd come for war and stayed in the aftermath. He acted as master of war on the council. "Lord Tully, might I have a word before you leave?"

"Of course, Lord Stark."

Cregan slowly walked in, a rather warm smile on his lips."There is a matter... I wish to bring up with you, beyond the confines of the council."

"And what matter would that be?"

"... When my beloved lady wife Arra passed, I, through the gods, had seen fit for me to rule alone... Until this war brought me Alysanne." Cregan smiled, "Perhaps... That is the reward, beyond the titles and the land, maybe the gods reward us for this war with other things."

"Ah... Perhaps you are right, Lord Stark." Oscar nodded, a little relieved Cregan wasn't here to scold him about something, but... what he was here for still seemed to be lost to the riverlord.

"Perhaps I should stop being so coy." Cregan chuckled. "You are an unmarried man, aren't you, Oscar?"

"Yes," he gulped,

"And have you taken to the Street of Silk?" Cregan asked.

Oscar stiffened. "I... Have not."

Cregan nodded with a grin. "Then, I have a proposition for you."

"A proposition?"

"Oscar, you are Lord Paramount of the Riverlands, Lord of Riverrun and House Tully. Admittedly, you took the role young given... Circumstances. But as a man who found himself in a similar position, suddenly receiving ancient names and titles young, I know we both know what you must do sooner rather than later," Cregan explained. "... You need an heir, Oscar."

"Yes, I know that," he all but spat out, forcing the words past his clenched jaw.

"I admit, I have been... In the production of this plan for some time." Cregan smirked. "Forgive my deception... But, there is a woman who is willing and would be ready to leave for Riverrun with you tonight. If you accepted her hand."

Oscar almost laughed, of course, Cregan had already been making such plans without his involvement. "And does this woman have a name?" he asked

"Princess Y/n," Cregan smirked. "Formerly betrothed to Prince Jacaerys Targaryen, but... Since his death in the war, she now sits as an unclaimed daughter of Daemon Targaryen and Laena Velaryon."

"The princess Y/n," he repeated the name slowly, as if thinking it over. "You think she would marry me?"

"I know she would." Cregan nodded, "Jace and I, were close before his death. Y/n is a very kind and sweet girl. She expected to be queen of the seven kingdoms someday, but... The war and its chaos have fully removed her from succession. I have no doubt Riverrun would be a pleasant substitute to the crown she was once promised."

Oscar stood thinking for a while, he knew that this was a topic he could not avoid forever. He knew his maester and lords would be offering ladies the moment he got home to Riverrun. Cregan was right, to keep his family alive, he needed an heir... and god's know he would do no better than a princess. "You say... she's agreeable to a betrothal?" he finally asked.

"I have already asked her. She will agree if you want her. And she can be packed to leave for Riverrun by nightfall."

"Very well," he said after a long pause of contemplation. "I accept Princess Y/n's hand."

"I will have her things taken down with your own, and a horse made ready for her. I wish you a very happy marriage, lord Tully." Cregan smirked before he left Oscar's chamber.

Oscar was silent for a good while after Cregan's departure, his brain struggling to process the fact that he had just agreed to a marriage with a princess. While the last of his room was emptied, he wondered what she would be like, and what he had just agreed to. But... it was done now. And he would merely have to accept such a rash decision.

He packed his last few things, throwing the bag over his shoulder, and he looked over the chamber that had been his place of rest for so long now. But even if he knew he would miss it, he was more than happy to begin the journey home and now knowing he would do the journey in the company of the woman who would be his bride.

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By the hour of the wolf, Oscar went down to the yard of the Red Keep, where his river men all had gathered, two carts filled with the items they had brought and accumulated since being here. Eight horses, one for each of the four men, two for the carts. One for Oscar and another at the head of a small carriage that sat in the middle of the caravan of people and items.

Outside the carriage, a figure in a long black velvet cloak stood. No doubt the princess.

Taking a deep breath, Oscar made his way over. "Princess," he murmured with a bow.

She turned to him and offered a small smile before she bowed. "My lord." She said, fixing her hair.

"You're... ready, then?" he asked,

"Yes, my lord." She nodded. "All prepared for Riverrun. I am to ride in the carriage, the guards say. Are you to join me or shall you ride horseback?"

Oscar grimaced internally at the thought. He'd rather travel by horse any day. But it would be rude to her if he spent the journey on his horse, instead of with her. "I'll join you for the ride, my princess," he said, motioning to the carriage.

"You are sure? I do not mind if you wish to ride horseback with your men."

Oscar shook his head. "No. It'd be improper of me to leave you alone," he replied, before moving to open the door to the carriage."After you, my princess."

She smiled softly. "Thank you, my lord." She bowed before she climbed inside.

Oscar climbed in after her, his eyes scanning the interior of the carriage for a moment before he signalled to his men and shut the door.

The carriage suddenly felt very cramped with both of them inside it, but Oscar pushed that thought away as he sat down on the seat opposite Y/n.

Y/n sat on one side beside a small bag she had already prepared, and a beautiful ornate cushion with where a small dragon lay curled up like a cat.

The silence between them was only broken by the sounds of the horses and men outside, as they slowly began to move.

After a moment of silence, Oscar spoke. "You brought a plush dragon with you?" he asked,

"Plush?" She asked, pulling her cloak off to get comfortable. Just as she did, the dragon's head perked up, chittering as it turned its attention to Oscar.

Oscar's eyes widened, and he couldn't help the small flicker of fear which passed through him. "You... You've brought a dragon with you."

"Yes, he is my dragon," she nodded, "... Should I have left him behind?" She asked sadly

Oscar swallowed, "You... You're sure it's tame?"

"He is completely tame; he hatched in my crib with me." She smiled. "The dragon keepers ensured me long ago, he would not grow any bigger." She smiled, stroking the dragon's chin.

"You... You've had him your whole life? And he won't grow anymore?" he repeated, well aware of the sort of size a dragon should be by her age.

"No, he was sick when I was little. I don't know exactly what it was called. But he fails to grow, is all. So he's just a lap dragon." She laughed. "And I assure you, my lord, he cannot make flames, either; he is perfectly safe."

Oscar's muscles relaxed, "I see," he murmured, his eyes scanning the dragon once more. "And he's just... a harmless... lap dragon?" he asked.

She nodded. "The most he may do is nip a finger or so when he gets grumpy." She said, but her tone shifted. "... forgive me, I should have left him behind in the keep. I... I should have asked if he was allowed to come to Riverrun. My apologies, my lord."

"No, it..." he said, his voice softening as he looked back at the dragon. "It's fine. He can come."

"You're sure?" She asked nervously,

The little dragon picked up its head in anticipation, almost like it knew its fate with the princess was in question.

"Yes, I'm sure, my princess," he said, his tone softer now. "We... we are to be married, I- I cannot deprive you of your dragon."

She smiled. "Thank you, my lord Tully."

The dragon chirped, seeming happy too.

"You're welcome, princess Y/n," he said, before shifting in his seat slightly. He let out a sigh, and the silence crept back in again. "Have you ever been to Riverrun?" he asked.

"No, I have not." She answered, fetching something from her bag, some fabric and a needle and embroidery she was half finished and began to work on as they rode in the carriage. The dragon curled up with its head on her thigh. "Would you tell me about Riverrun, my lord?" She asked.

"Well, it's-." he cut himself off and tried to think of the best way to describe his home. "It's... grand. Though not extravagant," he said finally. "Our castle sits between the confluence of the Tumblestone and the Red Fork of the Trident. It was built at a natural crossing point, so it makes a good defensive keep. High walls, beautiful halls, a god's wood and a sept. Our castle will be a good home for us and... our... uhh... well,"

"Our castle?" She asked.

"That is, uh... the castle will soon be yours as well."

"I suppose that's true." Y/n softly blushed, focusing on her embroidery, "Were you born in Riverrun, my lord?"

"Yes," he nodded, "I was born in Riverrun, lived here my whole life actually. I only really left the riverlands... for the war."

She nodded. "And now you are the only living Tully?"

The mention of that made Oscar's jaw clench, "Yes. My mother passed years ago, and my father and grandsire... died in the war," he murmured, his voice a bit bitter.

"Forgive me,"

He let out a breath before waving off her words. "It's fine."

"I understand such pain, I... Have lost my family too."

"You have?" he asked.

She nodded. "My mother died when I was young, the war took my father, stepmother, stepbrothers, sisters, uncles, cousins, all that remains to me now are my cousins, who both sit on the throne as king and queen. And now I am even to leave them, to come to Riverrun with you, my lord."

He swallowed back the pain welling up in his chest, realising that Y/n must be so lonely. And what little family she had, he was taking her away from. "I..." he began. Trying to think of something to say. "I know it can't replace your family, but... You will have a new family with me."

"That is kind of you, my lord."

"You don't sound very excited," he murmured, his tone betraying the small hint of disappointment he felt.

"Forgive me, I am excited." She smiled. "Merely... Concern for the work that must be done to create... Such a family."

"Y/n... look at me," he said.

She gently pulled her gaze from her embroidery up to meet Oscar's eyes.

His eyes scanned Y/n's face for a moment, taking in the princess' delicate features, "Y/n, I know... this marriage is not what either one of us would have chosen for ourselves," he muttered, his tone softer but with a slight edge. "And I know you feel that it is your duty as my wife to... create heirs. But... it doesn't have to just be-" he stopped himself, cutting himself off. He sighed again, before continuing, "What I mean is... yes, it is our duty to have heirs, but... it doesn't have to be just another duty," he offered, "It can be... more," he murmured, his eyes locked with Y/n's.

She nodded. "I would like that, my lord."

"Please- no, no more of this my lord stuff," he said, his hazel eyes softening. "Just... Oscar. Please."

She blushed. "Yes, Oscar."

Hearing Y/n say his name and seeing her blush made a small smile quirk up at the corner of Oscar's mouth.

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After a while of the gentle rocking back and forth of the carriage as it moved along the King's Road, Oscar kept meeting Y/n's eyes. A silent sweetness lingering between them for a long time. Until Oscar could take no more, and spoke.

"Y/n, may I- I... ask you something?" Oscar asked,

She nodded with a soft smile,

"Do you... love me?" he blurted out,

Y/n looked up at him, their gaze glued to each other for a moment. Her needle was frozen in her hand. "... Love you?"

Oscar felt his heart rate rise. He swallowed, trying hopelessly to force away the nervousness which filled him. "Yes," he murmured, his eyes unwavering as they bore into Y/n's. "Do you... Love me?" he asked again, his tone a bit more firm.

"I... I do not know, we have known each other for so short a time," she admitted. "But, you are handsome, kind, sweet, agreeable and fair so far. Love... Is a seed planted. Yet to grow and bloom but... It is there."

a small flicker of joy coming to life in his eyes when she called him handsome. It was a small, stupid feeling, and Oscar quickly pushed it away. "A seed planted," he murmured, repeating her words. "But not yet grown huh? he murmured. "Well... you're right, that it has only been a short time."

"We will water it. Together." She smiled,

Oscar couldn't deny that she was absolutely beautiful when she smiled. "Of course," was all he said.

it was quiet again in the carriage, the only sound coming from the constant clopping of the horse's hoofs and the quiet sounds of Y/n's hands as she continued working on her embroidering.

The little dragon at her side seemed to have fallen asleep, its little head resting on the princess' thigh.

Oscar found himself looking at Y/n more often than looking out the window into the landscape zooming past them.

"What exactly are you... making?" he asked, nodding towards the fabric in Y/n's hands.

"I am working on a replacement bodice front for my gowns." She smiled. "I have forever worn the Targaryen sigil, red and black flowers, dragon scales and such. Symbols of my house." She explained. "I need some new ones, nice fish scales, fins, and waves. Tully symbols, do I not?"

Oscar felt a flutter in his chest at her words. It was such a small thing, to be sewing in the symbols of his own house, and yet Oscar felt an odd... fondness. Like it meant that Y/n had already accepted the idea of being a Tully, at least in part. A small, soft smirk took up residence on Oscar's face as he looked at Y/n, "It would seem so," he murmured. "Does the... uh, little dragon have a name?"

"Tanzi." She smiled, petting the little dragon's head.

"Tanzi?" he repeated the name. "Well, that's... cute," he murmured.

"It's high valyiran for small." She chuckled. "I think it suits him"

"You're right, it suits him," he chukcled, gazing down at Tanzi.

The little dragon squirmed a little, chirruping as it perked up, tilting its head at Oscar.

"Can I... can I hold him, or...?"

Y/n blushed and nodded. She set down her embroidery beside her, and offered he'd hands to Tanzi. The little dragon happily walked into her hands and crawled up her arm, cuddling into her shoulder and neck. "Silly boy." She laughed. "Go on, go see Oscar." She said, offering Oscar her hand, so Tanzi had a bridge to walk between them.

Oscar's hand reached out, resting it under Y/n's.

Tanzi climbed down Y/ns arm and across their hands, and into Oscar's grip, climbing up his shirt until they were nose to nose.

Oscar couldn't help the laugh which left his lips as he stared into Tanzi's big red eyes. He raised one of his hands up to pet Tanzi, running his fingers over the scaly little body. "Hi Tanzi," he smiled,

The little dragon chirped and snapped its little teeth before it ran back into the comfort of Y/n's lap

"He doesn't seem to like me much." he murmured.

"He's just shy." She smiled, petting the dragon. "He's not the best with new people. But he'll warm up to you." She nodded, "It's alright Tanzi, it's alright. It's only Oscar, you'll like Oscar, he's going to be your friend, your daddy." She cooed to the little dragon quietly,

Oscar felt something warm spread through his chest at Y/n referring to him as Tanzi's "daddy". His face softened as he watched her coo to the little dragon.

they sat in silence again for a while, Y/n still coddling Tanzi and Oscar watching them. He found himself once again watching Y/n intently. His eyes darted over her face, drinking in the details. Her soft-looking skin, the small crease in her forehead when she furrowed her brow, the way the tip of her nose scrunched a little when she laughed, the shape of her lips, her straight nose... It was safe to say that Oscar was thoroughly infatuated.

After a while, she spoke up. "May I ask something, Oscar?"

"Of course. Go ahead," he murmured.

"When we arrive at Riverrun, where will I stay?"

"What do you mean? You'll stay in the castle, as my wife," he said simply.

"... But we are yet to be wed, should I not be elsewhere in the keep? Or perhaps a nearby village?"

Oscar stared at Y/n blankly for a good while, not sure if he was hearing her correctly. His brow was furrowed again, and his jaw was just bordering on being clenched. "You-..." he stopped and swallowed before beginning again. "You'd rather sleep in another part of the keep than next to me?" he asked slowly.

"I would want to be by your side, Oscar. But won't people talk? If we shared a bed before we were wed?"

"Do you know how a marriage is consummated, princess?" he asked, his voice low.

"Of course." She nodded

"And it requires that a man and woman share a bed, does it not?" he murmured.

Y/n nodded. "But that is the bedding, after the wedding. We have not wed yet, Oscar. And... I don't imagine you will wish to usher me into the sept the moment we arrive at Riverrun."

"You don't think I shall want to marry you as soon as possible?" he asked, his tone betraying his slight disbelief.

"You do?" She asked.

"It... had never occurred to me to not marry you the moment we reached Riverrun," he murmured.

"Oh!" She gasped in surprise. "Forgive me, I assumed you wished to wait, to have time to prepare guests, feasts, all the other lordly pleasantries." She explained, "But no? You would prefer us to wed as soon as we arrive?"

Oscar was silent for a few moments as he took in Y/n's words. When he finally spoke, his tone had shifted a bit. "Y/n, let me be clear." he murmured. "If it were up to me... We'd be married and... consummated immediately." he leaned forward a little, locking his eyes with Y/n's. "Nothing would make me happier." he said.

Y/n blushed and bit back a small giggle "I see,"

"The question then is, princess..." he murmured, his voice soft. "Do you want to be married to me as soon as possible? Or... do you want time to prepare for the wedding?" he asked, genuinely curious.

"I am happy to do whichever you desire," she smiled.

"Y/n." his tone was soft, and not demanding. "I'm asking for your honest opinion. Ignore what you think I want. I'm asking what you want," he said.

"... I would like us to wed when we arrive, a small wedding without the lord's and performance of things. Just a wedding in the sept and a small dinner for the two of us. It need not be a grand affair." She smiled. "But... Perhaps, not immediately as soon as we arrive, perhaps when we get to riverrun I may have a few moments? To bathe and do my hair?"

"Of course." he chuckled, a small smile tugging at his lips. "And after the wedding..." he murmured, his tone softer. "Would you wish to come to my chambers?"

Y/n blushed hard and nodded. "Of course, we will need to... Complete our marriage"

Oscar smirked a little bit at Y/n's response, her blushing, her shy agreement. "Well then princess..." he murmured, his voice almost inaudible. "I hope you'll be ready for the... completion of our marriage."

"...may I ask, have you... Ever?" She blushed.

This time it was Oscar's turn to blush, "I have never..." he began. "Not... with another person," he murmured.

Y/n nodded but suddenly seemed taken aback by his words, with another person, she was clearly very very confused for a moment.

he let out a small, awkward laugh when he realised how weird he had made that. "No, no it's not what you're thinking," he said quickly. "There is no other...person," he murmured, his voice lowering to almost a whisper.

Y/ns eyebrows fell low and her face read of complete confusion. "... Is it... A task... You can accomplish... By yourself?"

"Erm-" he swallowed. "Yes." he murmured.

"...how?" She said innocently,

He swallowed, his nerves rising as he tried to find the right words to explain to the innocent princess sitting before him. "I..." he murmured, his tone low and awkward. "A man sometimes... takes care of himself without... help from another person." he said.

"Forgive me... I was not aware that was something you could do."

"It's alright to not know." he murmured. "It is... a private act." Another silence hanged over them, and Oscar felt the urge to fill it. "You have never... done something like that?"

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"No." She shook her head. "... I have taken assistance and given assistance before."

His brow furrowed, his nose wrinkled as he tried to make out what Y/n's confession meant. "You have... taken assistance and... given assistance..?"

She nodded. "It was common in the halls of House Targaryen that... Siblings and betrothals would assist one another. So long as maidenheads were preserved."

"You... assisted and were assisted?" he repeated, almost still not believing what he had just heard.

She nodded.

Oscar's fingers had stopped fiddling with the fabric of his pants, and his hands were now clenched into loose fists. He opened his mouth, intending to ask another question, but no words came out. His mouth just hung open as his mind raced, trying to sort through all the information Y/n just gave him. After a few moments, Oscar finally managed to speak again. "You... did this with... your brother?" he murmured, his tone still soft. His stomach twisted as the words left his lips.

"My half-brother, I was betrothed to Jacaerys for as long as I remember, we... Assisted one another on cold dragonstone nights, but nothing more"

"You assisted your... betrothed then," he murmured, a bitter taste filling his mouth.

Y/n nodded. "No differently than if I had assisted you before our wedding,"

"How... often did you and your... betrothed... assist each other?"

"... I was not assisted much, I found it uncomfortable. But he asked for my assistance... I suppose once a month if not more." She answered. "But... Jace is gone now; we never were wed. Now I am your betrothed and to be lady of Riverrun."

Oscar's jaw clenched again, and he had to resist the urge to rub his temples. He swallowed back the bitterness in his mouth. "I see," is all he murmured.

"... Forgive me, does... Does this... Make you regret your choice?"

Oscar immediately felt a rush of guilt at Y/n's question. "No," he whispered, shaking his head. "No, I don't regret it."

Y/n shifted slightly, clearly reading his rage. She held Tanzi close, cuddling the little dragon, clearly upset

"Y/n..." he murmured, his tone soft as he scooted a little closer. One of Oscar's hands shifted, tentatively moving to rest on Y/n's hand. "I'm not... angry, or upset with you," he murmured. "That's just... something I needed a minute to understand."

Y/n kept her eyes averted, her focus clearly on Tanzi, who was currently curled up against her chest.

"Y/n," he murmured again, his tone still soft. "Look at me."

She slowly pulled her gaze to meet his,

Oscar gently brushed his thumb over Y/n's arm. Once her eyes were on him, Oscar's fingers slipped a little, his fingertips resting against the smooth skin of her throat. He let the pad of his fingers rest against Y/n's quickening pulse. Oscar leaned a little closer, his own voice lowering to a whisper. "I'm not angry," he murmured. "Promise."

Y/n flinched as his hand touched her throat,

And Tanzi began to hiss angrily at Oscar,

Oscar immediately removed his hand from Y/n's throat at the sight of her fear. His fingers gently came to rest on her lap, and Oscar could feel how tense Y/n was. He felt terrible. He had meant to comfort her, but now it seemed like he had made things even worse. "Y/n... I'm not going to hurt you."

"...f-forgive me... My... My father used to..."

Oscar felt his stomach clench even harder, "Y/n," he murmured again. He brought his hand up to her jaw, gently cupping Y/n's face. "I'm not your father," he murmured. "I'd never touch you like that."

She nodded, petting Tanzi close,

"You're safe," he murmured. His voice was soft, low, and his hot breath ghosted over Y/n's face.

Y/n shifted and laid her head on Oscar's chest, her cheek against the cold of his armour. With Tanzi snuggling between them.

His hands came up and rested on the back of her head, gently running his fingers through her hair. He leaned back against his seat so Y/n was more comfortable, her face still against the cold armour. "Are you... Alright?" he murmured after a few moments.

She nodded. "Forgive me..."

Oscar shook his head, his fingers running softly up and down Y/n's spine. "Nothing to forgive," he murmured, the corner of his lips twitching into a small smirk. "Besides, if you start apologising every time, I'll think you might be scared of me."

Y/n gave no answer, her silence was enough. That it was already too late. She was afraid of Oscar.

Oscar's smirk fell, and once again, he felt that terrible wave of guilt sweep through him. His fingers were still running up and down Y/n's spine, but his other hand moved down to rest on Y/n's hip, his fingers gripping the soft leather of her dress. Oscar was silent for just a moment, just... holding Y/n, feeling her warmth and trying desperately to push away the fear he had put into her. "You have no reason to be afraid of me," he murmured.

"You were angry with me... About my actions with my last betrothal... You went to my neck-"

"You... thought I was.... going to hurt you," he murmured, his tone soft and quiet.

She nodded

Oscar felt his heart clench. The image of Y/n's fear-filled eyes wouldn't leave his mind, and just the thought sent another rush of guilt through him. "Never," he murmured, shifting slightly so Y/n's head rested more comfortably against him. He tightened his grip around her again, holding Y/n slightly closer. "I will never hurt you, Y/n." He felt himself getting lost in the feeling, feeling Y/n's warmth and weight against him. Her hair was soft under his fingers, and he could smell a faint fragrance that was unique to her, something floral mixed with honey, maybe. He pulled himself back to reality, realising he had been sitting there holding and smelling Y/n for... well, Oscar wasn't sure how long. He shifted his hand again, moving his fingers up to play with a loose strand of Y/n's hair. "Can I ask you another question, princess?

She nodded, pulling back to take her seat, her red from her fearful sniffles, Tanzi immediately coming to bump her with his little nose to cheer her up

Oscar noticed Y/n's red eyes and felt another pang of guilt. He wanted more than anything to reach out to her, to wipe away any trace of the tears that had fallen from her eyes... but he was pretty sure that the move would just make Y/n afraid of him again. So he stayed put and just brushed his fingers up and down Y/n's spine again, trying to comfort her. "Will you... answer truthfully?" he murmured after a quiet moment.

She nodded, petting Tanzi,

"When you were with... your... betrothed... and he would need... assistance... where you... physically involved with him...?"

"... My betrothal and I, when he called me to assist him. I would... Use my hands to care for his needs." She nodded, fearing Oscar's rage. "I did not often call him for such things, I didn't like it, it made me uncomfortable. The few times he did assist me, nothing came of it."

For a moment, the two sat in silence as Oscar attempted to... understand what Y/n had just confessed. "Nothing came of it?" he murmured, his voice low.

"No more than that, I assure you. My maidenhead is as it has always been."

"Promise?" he murmured.

"I promise, I swear on the gods. And on little Tanzi."

Oscar felt his heart squeeze again as he took in Y/n's words. "Thank you for being honest with me." he let out another sigh, letting the silence hang over them again. "You said... You didn't like it. You didn't like it when he... um..." he was having trouble finding the right words. "When he asked you to... assist."

"I didn't mind assisting him; it made him happy and cleared his mind. I... I didn't like it when he assisted me, I found it awkward and strange, and... So often he caused me pain when he was too fast or too rough with me."

"He... hurt you?" he murmured, his voice dark again.

"Sometimes... His hands moved... Too fast. Too hard. And his nails sometimes..."

Oscar gritted his teeth so hard his jaw began to hurt. He could hear the sadness in Y/n's voice. He felt the burning desire to wrap his arms around Y/n, hold her close to him and protect her from anyone or anything that might hurt her like that again. "The fucking bastard."

"He... He didn't mean to. We were young, foolish. He knew no better and... I was not always the best at speaking such things "

"He should have been more careful," he scoffed, "You... should have told him. That... that he hurt you."

"I know... Harder to do in the moment, I suppose"

Oscar sighed again, "Promise me..." he asked. "Promise me... you'll tell me. Anytime... you're hurt. Or... or uncomfortable."

Y/n nodded. "I promise, Oscar."

"Thank you," he smiled, "For... telling me everything."

"I am... Happy that you know,"

"I'm glad you were... Honest," he nodded, "That you trusted me to... react well."

Y/n softly smiled. And moved across the carriage so she could sit beside Oscar with Tanzi in her lap.

His body immediately shifted to make room for Y/n to sit beside him, and Oscar felt a strange flutter in his chest as she settled against him. Almost instinctively, his arm came to rest around Y/n's shoulder, bringing her even closer to him. He shifted a little, trying to discreetly inhale Y/n's scent. Her flowery, honey smell filled Oscar's nostrils, and he let out an almost.... deep breath. He was quiet for a few seconds, enjoying the feeling of Y/n pressed up against him. His eyes darted back to her face, and he was surprised to see her smiling a soft, small smile. She seemed...... content, and it made Oscar's heart skip a few beats. He shifted, clearing his throat. "You're smiling," he murmured. He tried to keep his tone light.

"For I am happy," she said.

"You are... happy?" he smiled back, "You are truly happy, that you and I are to go to Riverrun, to be married, be lord and lady of the riverlands, Happy that we will take our bed together, raise our family, and little Tanzi. You are truly happy, that this is to be your life, Princess?"

"I am happy, I shall do it with you. Oscar."

"As am I, Y/n," he cooed, pressing a little kiss to her head,

Tanzi whined, perking his little head up, which made them both laugh.

"Oh? You want a kiss too?" Oscar laughed, "Alright." he playfully rolled his eyes, leaning down to give the little dragon a kiss on the head too.

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Rage. Unrelenting rage boiled beneath the surface, often leaking out through spat words and clenched fists.

The war was won, and the kingdom was at peace once more. The rightful ruler, Queen Rhaynera, sat on the throne of the kingdoms, with her King Consort, Daemon Targaryen, at her side.

The dragons rested.

The greybeards and Lord Cregan Stark had returned north.

The Hightower's flame was smothered, made to kneel and submit to their queen.

The Lannister lion's claws were clipped, and sent to lick their wounds in Casterly Rock.

But... the Tully trout was unhappy to simply take up its pond once more.

Oscar had found himself elevated as heir after his father passed away, and soon enough, he made more of his title when Lord Hoster Tully lost his claim to this world.

Knighted in battle, he became the Lord Paramount of his lands and the Lord of his ancestral keep, sworn lord by all vassals of his lands, young and old.

Ser Oscar of House Tully, Lord Paramount of the Riverlands and all River houses, was angry.

When he first came to Harrenhal to speak with Prince Daemon, the older man turned him away, dismissing him like a common cupbearer when he refused to speak on his grandfather's behalf.

When Oscar returned again, with his title and army, the prince begrudgingly accepted the situation they found themselves in. Oscar needed the older, feared Targaryen prince to support his authority so the old, stubborn lords of the Riverlands would bend the knee to him. Daemon, in turn, desperately needed support from the Riverlands to combat the armies of Aegon.

The two reached an understanding and an agreement.

The official deal, sworn before the old gods and the new, was that Lord Tully and all the Riverlands would pledge their support to Queen Rhaynera and Daemon as her king consort, providing men, supplies, and support. In exchange, Daemon would ensure that a lord from the Riverlands would be promoted to a seat on the queen's council, and Queen Rhaynera's daughter, Princess Valaena Targaryen, would be wed to Oscar, granting him a royal bride and a means to have heirs for House Tully.

But the war was long over, peace and normalcy restored. After months of regaining routine, nothing had come of any River lord's position, and there was no word about Oscar's bride.

He had simmered in Riverrun, his anger only intensifying.

His ravens returned without scrolls.

His messengers were turned away.

He felt betrayed, belittled, humiliated, and ignored.

But Oscar had lost his patience.

So he gathered up his best and most trusted men from all corners of his lands, took his best horse and marched south to the capital.

When he arrived, unsurprisingly the gold cloaks were... confused and surprised.

But Oscar stayed strong and made his way through the city, his memories of the first time he'd come here flooding back, but he ignored it and made his way to the Red Keep.

"Lord Tully? We were not expecting you, Why is it you have graced us with your visit?" Ser Broom asked,

"I will speak to Daemon." Oscar barked as he climbed down from his horse,

"My Lord-" Ser Broom rushed to follow him, "The King consort is with the Queen."

"Perfect. I need a word with her too."

"My- My lord-" He rushed behind him,

But Oscar was undeterred as he marched to the throne room where he found them.

Queen Rhaynera Targaryen sat on the throne, her father's crown rested on her head, and King Consort Daemon Targaryen stood beside her his hand on his sword.

Oscar made his way through the grand doors and marched across the throne room, his boots loudly stomping across the room, but before either royals could say a word.

"I demand my bride!" his voice boomed through the throne room followed by a sharp silence,

"My Lord Tully, we are delighted to see you again." She nodded, "But what is it you speak of?"

"I. Demand. My. Bride." He repeated, "I have waited. I have been ignored. I was promised the hand of the princess and even after all I have done for your throne and this kingdom. I have been left empty-handed."

"The princess?" She asked,

"Yes my queen, when I swore allegiance to your husband. We made an arrangement and oath he has not honoured. I was promised the hand the Princess Valaena Targaryen. And after I have been ignored and disrespected for near to a year after the war's end, I come down to claim what I was promised."

"Daemon swore the Princess Valaena to you?"

"He did."

"Daemon. Is this true?"

"...Words were spoken. In the preparations of war to ensure our numbers." Daemon answered her,

"Words of Sworn hands?!"

"Of an effect."

"Daemon. You swore the hand of my only daughter. Without a word to me?"

"It. Was. Necessary."

"And even in this year hence you have not told me?"

"Frankly, I believed it had fallen to the weight side." He whispered, "Most boys return home from war with maidens flocking to their boots, I was under the impression He'd have neglected our deal."

"I did not." Oscar spoke up, "On the understanding a princess would soon arrive to me,"

"I see." she sighed, "Forgive our discretion My Lord Tully, I was unaware that this deal had been made, and the messages had not reached me. But... are you sure this is what you want?"

"I am completely confident." Oscar nodded, "I do not want any substitutions, any changes, the oath was sworn that I would supply my lords and men for the army, I swore my house to you and I demand this oath be answered with what I was promised."

"I understand," She nodded, she glared at Daemon but got to her feet adjusting her gown as she made her way down the stairs of the throne to be level with Oscar. "Valaena is my only daughter, she is... very precious to me."

"I understand that my queen."

"If I had known... this would not have been something I'd have agreed." she said, "But... it has, and there is nothing I can now do. So I ask you, plainly to promise me that you will protect her."

"I will." Oscar nodded,

"Oscar," she pleaded, "Promise me, that you will protect her, you will be good to her, kind to her, sweet with her, love her and cherish her. Promise me this, not as your queen, but as her mother."

"You have my word." He nodded, "I will cherish her, adore her, keep her safe with my life. I will give her all I am able, She will be my lady, my wife and I will love her with all of myself. I swear it."

"Thank you," she smiled, "I will pack her things and prepare her myself," she nodded,

"Thank you, your grace."

"Please, attend dinner tonight. We will all enjoy a feast together before you two leave."

"I would be honoured, my queen." Oscar smiled, "And I look forward to meeting Valaena."

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Oscar was admittedly nervous. He finished getting dressed in his nice clothes, all in his house colours, of course. He fixed his hair as he prepared for the royal dinner. He knew he'd be meeting Valaena, but also sitting to dinner with the queen, king consort and the heirs to the throne. Needless to say, he had many people to impress tonight.

The apprehension made him sick for once in his life; Oscar had always been incredibly stoic. Even in the midst of battle, this one meeting, however, left him sick to the stomach. He straightened his shoulder and took one final look in the mirror, letting out a long exhale as he left his guest room.

The guards soon met with Oscar and walked him to a smaller, more private chamber. There was a table set with beautiful, delicious-looking food and large jugs of wine.

Luckily, he was not the first to arrive, as the heir to the throne Jaecarys Velaryon stood already with a goblet of wine in one hand and his bride Baela Targaryen at in the other. The two dressed in rich reds and deep blacks with intricate details fit for their titles as the future King and Queen Consort to the Iron Throne. The Two's current place was Dragonstone, the unusual seat for the heir, but they had clearly come on dragonback for this meal, as to bid their sister farewell.

Oscar offered a bow, "My prince, My Princess, a pleasure to see you both."

"A pleasure indeed." Jace nodded, "I have heard many tales from my stepfather of your time at war together. You'd be surprised how highly Daemon speaks of you."

A small smile appeared on Oscar's face, "The king consort is too kind, he saved my life many a time on the field, as I am sure I did his."

"I have no doubts. I'm sure you will make a good match for our sister." Baela nodded,

"Thank you, Princess." Oscar nodded and took a small drink of his own. He knew they would be protective of their sister; truly, with dragonrider in-laws, if Oscar ever displeased her, he was a dead man. "I promise I will treat Princess Valaena well."

Before anyone could say another word, Queen Rhaenyra entered wearing an intensely black ballgown, her king consort Daemon Targaryen at her side, dark sister at his hip.

Oscar bowed low immediately as the royal couple came into the room, "Your grace."

"Rise Ser Oscar." She smiled softly, offering her hand,

"You look beautiful, my queen."

"Thank you, lord Tully. Tonight is a very important night, as I'm sure you need not be reminded. Paying off the debts forged in the war is a matter very close to my heart. Even if it means tonight will be my final dinner with my daughter."

He couldn't help but swallow hard, "Of course, your grace, tonight is a momentous occasion."

Rhaenyra nodded and took her seat at the table with help from her son, Jacaerys.

Daemon glared down at Oscar as he once had in Harrenhal before the war truly began. They'd been through so much together, battled side by side and now Oscar was here to take his daughter away. "You've grown." He snapped sarcastically,

"I was young, boys do have a tendency to grow," he replied back, not missing a beat.

He scoffed. "You carved up Cristen Coles' men pretty well, regardless."

"I learned from the best." he quipped back, though his nervousness was leaving, the tension in the room was only growing.

Daemon nodded and slapped Oscar's shoulder before he went to take his seat beside his wife.

But just as Oscar went to join the table. The doors opened again, and there she was. The princess Valaena Targaryen made her way into the chamber,

She had soft, pale skin, dusted with small freckles, deep purple eyes, almost black, a long braid of dark hair much like Jacaerys but with ripples of bright Targaryen blonde throughout. She has a scar going down he forehead, across her eye and down her cheek, her eye was unharmed, and the scar clearly long healed. She wore a deep red dress, a Targaryen colour of course, but this gown was slightly duller, especially when compared to the rest of her family. She was wearing mud red or as close as she could get to it, which was a Tully colour.

"Ser Oscar, lord paramount of the riverlands. It is a pleasure." She bowed.

His eyes widened, and he tried not to gawk, but Oscar found it rather difficult. He took a small step forward, his eyes scanning her up and down, taking in the princess's appearance. Before he caught himself and snapped from his trance. "My- my princess," he choked, focusing longer on the 'My' shocked that this was truly here, this was this princess, the girl he'd been promised what seemed like an age ago. Oscar took her hand and brought it to his lips. he let his lips stay there for a moment longer before he lifted his head back up, his eyes not leaving Valaena's as he stared down at her. "You look beautiful."

She softly blushed. "Thank you, my lord. I would be remiss if I didn't thank you for coming all this way to collect me."

He chuckled softly and shook his head. "How could I possibly refuse?" he joked, "The journey was quite alright, my princess, though I would travel any distance to see you."

She smiled, "That is kind of you to say, and we shall take such a journey together? In return to riverrun by dawn's light?"

"Of course, my princess," he said, still staring at her. "Though there is something I must ask."

"Yes, my lord Tully?"

"You're wearing Riverlands colours, my princess," he said, his hand slipping to her hip to feel the soft fabric, "By accident?"

Valaena blushed at his hand meeting her hip, luckily, her family was distracted in conversation, knowing Daemon would cut off Oscar's hands if they were spotted. "By purpose, my lord." She nodded, "Does this displease you? Perhaps is it presumptuous?"

"Quite the opposite," he said, "I like them on you very much."

She smiled. "I hope perhaps when I arrive to Riverrun there may be some dresses for me, prepared in Tully colours and Sigils?"

"Of course, my princess, anything you request." He smiled and nodded, his eyes scanning over her once again. "But not too many dresses, I want to be able to admire you properly."

Valaena giggled slightly before she went and took her seat at the table with her family. An empty chair was already there for Oscar to take.

He took his seat beside Valaena, watching as Jacaerys poured them both a chalice of wine.

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The dinner was quiet and dignified; everyone slowly ate the delicious food while discussing matters of the realm and of war stories from the dance. Until Rhaenyra spoke.

"My lord Tully, I hear your plans are you usher Valaena away at dawn?"

Oscar felt a shiver of nerves go down his spine as the queen spoke. He nodded slightly. "Yes, your Grace, that is the plan."

"How do you intend to travel? I am sure you don't intend my daughter to ride, sharing your saddle?"

He shook his head at the thought. "No, of course not, your grace. I've already arranged a carriage for the Princess Valaena."

Rhaenyra nodded, "And I assume you have already prepared your life for her? No maidens awaiting your return? No business needing to be swept under the rug?"

"No other maidens or women await my return, your grace, and I plan to devote the rest of my life to serving the princess," he replied with a small smile.

"And is Riverrun ready? To host such a princess?" She glared,

He took a small gulp. "Yes, your grace, the castle is ready to host my princess. A large private chamber has been prepared for her, and of course, she will be given free rein of the castle." As Oscar continued to give the Queen reassurance that he had everything in preparation for her daughter, the rest of the royal family continued to enjoy their food and wine. Though Valaena seemed to pay more attention to Oscar's words rather than the food on her plate.

"And preparations for darcviz?" Daemon glared at Oscar,

But Oscar didn't dare break the glare he had locked with Daemon; he gave him a firm nod. "Of course, preparations have been made for the princess's dragon."

Valaena smiled widely, sipping her wine to hide her joy. She felt giddy that Oscar had thought of her beloved dragon.

"I suppose all then is as it should be, and of course we will expect ravens from you both when our grandchildren arrive." Rhaenyra nodded.

He couldn't help but smile as he saw the princess's response to his words. "Of course, your grace, I promise that you'll be informed the very day a child is conceived."

After a few more brief pleasantries, the dinner was over.

"Shall we, my princess?" he stood and offered her a hand, waiting to escort her ro her chambers,

She nodded, bidding her family goodnight and taking his arm gently, walking slowly with him through the grand halls of the red keep.

They walked in silence, the sounds of their footsteps echoing in the halls, before Oscar suddenly spoke up.

"You look truly beautiful in Tully colours."

Valaena blushed. "Thank you, my lord Tully. Hopefully, I shall grow more accustomed to them in time."

"Oh, I'm sure you'll be perfectly accustomed to them in Riverrun, my princess," he assured her. "Though I wouldn't be opposed to seeing you in your house colours."

"The colours will no longer be mine once we are wed. I will be your lady wife, a Tully by marriage. I will no longer have a claim to wear the colours of House Targaryen."

"You're correct, of course, my princess," he said, still glancing at her. "But the fact that you wore Riverlands colours at all is an honour, and I will never prevent you from wearing the colours of the sigils of your house."

"Thank you, my lord." She smiled and nodded to the knights who guarded her chamber. She allowed Oscar to come inside, her room large but empty, the bookshelves and tables empty of items, ready for their departure tomorrow.

He made sure the door was shut and closed behind him before letting his eyes roam the room. "Quite empty princess."

"Yes... My things have all been packed into trunks and boxes. Carried away by your men for our journey."

"You're not nervous at all, princess?"

She hummed, walking to the only space in the room that still seemed populated with items. The fireplace, where two chairs sat, as well as a pillow intricate red pillow and some metal toys. "I suppose I am fearful of what the future holds for us. I fear leaving my home, going to a realm I have never been, to a castle I have never seen, with a lord I barely know. But... Excited nonetheless."

He gave a small nod. Oscar had assumed that the princess would have some sort of reservations about leaving her home. "I'd imagine that's normal to feel princess, you are, after all, leaving everything you've known."

"This castle doesn't feel like home, it hasn't since the war began..." She admitted, cooing softly at a baby dragon that snuggled on the pillow at her feet.

"Then I hope Riverrun feels like home for you," he said softly.

"I hope so," she softly smiled, chuckling gently as the baby dragon played with the metal toys.

He finally made his way to her side. Watching the baby dragon with a small smile. "Are dragons always that... small?"

"No," she said sadly, "they are only this small when they hatch, but..."

He looked up at her, noticing the sadness in her voice. "But?"

"But... He's a sick little one, dragon keepers say he will not grow much bigger."

"Oh..." he nodded, making a mental note to cancel the plans for the large dragon space he'd had planned for the banks of Riverrun. "He seems lively, though."

"He makes the best of it." She smiled, picking her dragon up and letting it curl up in her arms.

Oscar ran a hand over the tiny lizard's head, a small fond smile on his face. "You've named him?"

"ummm, every Targaryen dragon gets a name. Even the sick ones, this is draciz. My dragon."

"Draciz." he repeated, still petting the small dragon.

"ummm, you excited for your new home draciz?" She cooed to the little dragon.

Who chirped and let out a little puff of smoke.

Oscar chuckled at the small dragon's response. "He seems excited."

"He is welcome in Riverrun? Isn't he?" She asked hopefully, clearly frightened that Oscar didn't want her little dragon.

"Of course he's welcome," he said with a reassuring nod. He gently scratched the baby dragon's snout. "He's your dragon."

"You are sure?"

"I'm sure, princess, there's plenty of land in the Riverlands for Draciz to take flight."

"He doesn't really like to fly, hurts his little wings." She cooed, setting draciz down on the pillow.

The little dragon curled up, hugging its own tail as it began to nap.

His heart ached some again as she spoke about the baby dragon, but he kept a small smile on his face. "Poor little thing."

She slowly stood and fixed her gown. "I suppose I shall see you at dawn..."

"Yes, I shall see you in the morning," he nodded, "Get some rest, my princess."

She nodded, "I will do my best, ensure you rest as well, my lord Tully."

"I'll try," he said, though he knew it'd be difficult to fall asleep. Just before exiting, Oscar stopped and turned around, realising he'd almost gotten away without an important question. "Princess?"

"Yes, my lord?"

He ran a hand through his hair, feeling almost silly to ask such a question. "Forgive me, princess, but..." he hesitated, feeling his nervousness return. "May I kiss you goodnight?"

Valaena blushed. "We are not yet married, lord Tully; it would be improper."

He immediately felt stupid. "Right, right," he murmured, his cheeks flushing red. "Right, of course," he stuttered, unable to form proper sentences. "Forget I asked."

She giggled. "But... As we are to be wed once we are settled in Riverrun. I suppose a single peck goodnight will not offend the gods too much."

"You're sure, princess?"

She nodded, stepping closer,

He stopped in front of her. He slowly brought a hand up to hold her waist, trying to conceal its shaking. His nerves were through the roof. He hadn't kissed many people; in fact, it had only been four. He was incredibly worried he'd mess up the moment somehow.

Valaena smiled widely, wrapping her hands gently around his neck, holding his cheek. She didn't hesitate, leaning up to kiss Oscar on the lips. She immediately opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to slide inside her mouth, the kiss, hard, Intense and deeply passionate

His hand on her waist gently gripped her side as he deepened the kiss, a small moan leaving his mouth as his tongue slid inside her mouth. He could feel her hands on his face, which quickly grew hot at the princess's actions.

Valaena smiled and broke the kiss, separating them. "Goodnight, Lord Oscar, sleep well." She cooe,d ushering him to her door.

Oscar was so taken aback, gasping for breath, unsure how she expected him to sleep after a kiss like that, he was still practically stunned; the princess's kiss had left him nearly breathless. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to catch his breath. "Right... Yes," he nodded, still a bit in a daze from the kiss. "Goodnight, princess," he murmured finally. He forced his legs to go towards the door, finally remembering he had feet. He opened the door and quickly shut it behind him. Oscar stood in the hall, leaning against the door and taking deep breaths. "Bloody seven," he muttered, still trying to calm his breath.

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Oscar returned to the chambers they had supplied him with as a guest in the castle, his legs a little wobbly as he walked. He had a drink and got changed for bed, lying down on the luxurious sheets. But sleep avoided him. His mind was too active, his pulse still racing, he knew dawn was not far away, and he knew he needed some sleep, If not, he'd end up asleep in the carriage tomorrow with the princess, and that would just be rude of him.

He tossed and turned, but he couldn't settle, and he knew why. His body was too tense and excited. His pleasure was a pot boiling over, begging his hand to quell the desire she'd begun with that kiss. His mind and body were aching for relief, his mind still replaying the feeling of the princess's lips on his, the way she moaned when his tongue slid into her mouth.

Without much thought, his hand snaked its way down his breeches. His hand found the hardening cock below, he moaned as he began to touch himself.

Oscar bit his lip, unable to stop his hand working itself, he knew he'd need to ask the gods for forgiveness for this, but he didn't care; surely they'd understand his frustration. As he worked, he found himself squeezing the pillow with the other hand, muttering and moaning her name softly. As he moved his hand faster, squeezing his eyes shut in an attempt to picture the princess. His pace gradually picked up, he was getting close, and desperately trying to keep his voice down.

"Valaena..." he groaned softly, his hand speeding up at the thought of her.

His mind was still consumed in thought of the princess as he bucked his hips his hand still desperately working himself. All thoughts of anything else being pushed to the back of his mind. He didn't care about the consequences; all he needed in the moment was release.

"Oh gods," he moaned, now completely focused on the feel of his hand and the visions dancing behind his closed eyes. His breath started to come in shallow pants as his pace increased in speed.

His release hit him like a sword hits a shield. Suddenly and hard, his whole body shook and trembled, and he shouted her name louder than he meant to, his hand stilling. His seed shooting out in warm sticky loads that coated his hand and his sheets.

He panted for air, his body still in the throes of his release. He could still feel the lingering ghost of her lips on his. His mind still foggy with thoughts of the princess. "Valaena," he moaned breathlessly.

Oscar collapsed back against the bed as he caught his breath, trying to let his body regain some sense of normality. Slowly, his mind began to clear, and reason settled back into him.

"Gods," he murmured. "I should to be gelded." he muttered to himself.

Oscar quickly fell asleep, the exhaustion of such a relentless release almost knocking him out.

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As the kingdom braced itself for the first true civil war seen in generations, Daemon seized Harenhall, unfurling the banner of Queen Rhaynrea proudly above its ancient stone walls. The mighty castle, with its weathered turrets and sprawling courtyards, quickly became a strategic stronghold, drawing a formidable army that swelled day by day at its feet. Lords and generals, their faces etched with lines of worry, busied themselves with the critical tasks of gathering supplies, mustering men, devising tactics, and forging necessary alliances.

Yet, amid the chaos and mounting tension, two of the youngest lords found themselves absorbed in pursuits far removed from the grim realities of war.

Lord Oscar of House Tully leaned casually against the rough-hewn wooden posts of the training yard, where the clash of swords echoed in the air. He couldn't help but feel the stirring excitement.

Lord Benjicot of House Blackwood perched on the weathered wooden fence, the rough grain digging slightly into his palms.

Both slack-jawed and wide-eyed as they beheld a tantalizing sight unfolding before them. The sun hung low in the sky, casting golden rays that flickered through the lush canopy of ancient trees, creating a dappled pattern on the ground. In the clearing beyond, a rare creature moved gracefully.

The Princess Eliza of House Targaryen, Daemon's youngest daughter.

She was tall for her age, her body already well matured. Her skin boasted a rich, coppery hue, reminiscent of sun-warmed earth after a summer rain, drawing the admiration of the boys around her who often likened it to the comforting warmth of chocolate melting in their cups on cool evenings in the riverlands. Her striking hair cascaded in strong, wild curls, radiant Targaryen blonde intertwined with deep Baratheon black, styled with an intricate array of tight braids and weaves adorned with vibrant red and blue ribbons that framed her face. A long central braid extended down her back, accentuated in a daring faux hawk style.

She donned form-fitting black leather britches that hugged her legs, paired with sturdy knee-high boots. A striking red dress, featuring an asymmetrical hem that flowed with each movement.

As she danced across the yard, her movements were fluid and fierce, embodying both grace and ferocity. She wielded two large battle axes with ease, each weapon expertly crafted and balanced, their long hilts designed for a secure grip. The blades were uniquely shaped like teardrops, crafted from Vaylrian steel and tipped with razor-sharp dragonglass, making them not just beautiful but deadly. With each swing, she smashed her targets with the precision of a master, shattering them like fragile eggshells in a display of skill and power that left the young lords captivated.

Understandably, both boys were pretty damn taken with her!

Oscar literally drooling over her, and Benjicot needed to make a conscious effort to blink.

"She... is..." Benjicot gasped,

"Breathtaking." Oscar finished for him,

"I was gonna say Gorgeous, but breathtaking works too."

"Yeah... Gorgeous, Beautiful, Stunning, Captivating, Ravishing, Exquisite, Enchanting."

"All of the above."

"And could literally destroy us before we even got a chance to scream."

"Before we even blink, she could call her dragon and have us burnt to ashes."

"And I would thank her." Oscar nodded,

"I would get on my knees and thank her with my whole heart." Benjicott sighed happily, "There must be gods in this world, for only a god could make a woman so... utterly immaculate."

"And yet the gods are so cruel as to make her a Princess... far beyond the reach of any of us."

"Ummm," Benjicot nodded, "I would walk to Valyria and back just to...."

"To?"

"Anything, honestly."

"Not sure, I'd go that far..."

"What if you get to see her naked?"

"Oh - Fuck - I'll leave tomorrow." Oscar nodded. "Don't say stuff like that, Ben."

"She can't hear me."

"I meant more... this armour was made very short notice... I... don't have alot of... room for expansion, and what I do is already! Being used!"

"We... we are gonna struggle in this war." he sighed, but he flinched hard as one of the princess's throwing blades stuck into the wooden fence between his legs. "Ahh!" He almost fell off the fence grabbing onto Oscar desperately.

Both boys gasped hard as their hearts raced.

"What are you little lords talking about?" She asked, coming closer,

"Ughhhhhhh we ughhhhhh..."

"Uuuuummmm we uhh- Just... nothing."

"Shouldn't you boys get back to your armies?" she playfully smirked, yanking the blade out from between Benjicott's legs.

"Ohh ubh we um yeah- yes we should." Benjicott nodded,

"We, uhhh we'll uhh we'll see you later, Princess." Oscar waved,

She smirked tossing her weapons onto her back, "I'm sure I will, little lords." She blew them both a little kiss before she turned and hopped over the fence. "Geros ilas," she waved before she headed up to the castle,

"My-My gods..." Benjicot gasped,

"I- I can't believe it."

"She-She kissed me."

"You!" Oscar protested. "She blew that kiss, to me!"

"No! She threw the knife at me! She blew the kiss to me!"

"No! No way! She threw the knife at 'you', she blew 'me' the kiss!"

"Even if she did! You think you have a shot?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"... Do I need to speak? Or is me looking at you enough?"

"What the fuck Ben!"

"I don't mean it like that."

"I'm older than you."

"Not by that much!"

"Still am Benji."

"Ignoring that fact, daemon hates you."

"He doesn't hate me..."

"He always looks like he might kill you, given that whole godswood business."

"We came to a mutual understanding."

"He doesn't like you and will certainly not like you sniffing around his daughter."

"Regardless. I am lord Paramount of the riverlands, Lord of house Tully. I have a better chance than you."

"Ohh really? You truly think you have a shot."

"I think I do."

"Fine." Benjicot hopped down from the fence and got nose to nose with Oscar, "When I get to kiss her, on the lips. With her consent. You have to back off, Tully trout tail between your legs."

Oscar raised an eyebrow. "Alright, you wanna play it like this?" He asked, "Fine, if by some old god's magic you manage to get a kiss first, I'll back off, but when I get the first kiss, you have to back off."

"Deal."

"Deal."

The two gathered their things and marched off in opposite directions of the camp to go and make themselves ready.

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Once the war was over, Oscar returned to his home of RiverRun and took up his duties as Lord Paramount of the Riverlands. There was much work to be done after the war, things to rebuild, grievances to deal with, and stocks of supplies to get back to their usual ways before the cold weather came in. Oscar rather felt like he spent his life in meetings with his lords. The ringing of battle long since gone from his ears.

He sat as usual, in the chair of the lord paramount in the great hall of his castle, hands on the table beside his goblet as he listened once more to the Brackens and Blackwoods arguing about the border again. As the men argued, Oscar's gaze drifted. He glanced around the hall, to the grand stone and high-born lords. But... His eyes fell on a familiar beauty.

Sitting beside the window, watching the Riverlands' usual rainstorm, sat Lady Y/n of House Web. Wearing her usual gown of soft green with black spiderweb lace, of course, being from House Web. A long, beautiful braid of hair and a white kitten in her lap. Her father was Oscar's master-at-arms charge of the castle's defences and such. She'd always been around even before Oscar was lord, as lord web served his grandsire and father both before Oscar took the lordship. But... He supposed he never really looked at her.

But since coming back from war... He was certainly looking now.

Y/n saw Oscar looking at her, and she giggled, blushing a little before returning her gaze to the kitten.

He sat up in his chair a little and started to wonder why he had never noticed her before. After all she was here when he was a boy. Had she always been this pretty? Or was she even prettier now? Or had war simply made him more of a man than he once was? He sipped his wine again and kept watching her.

Y/n picked the kitten up to press a little kiss to its forehead, before she glanced at Oscar again, as if checking if he was still watching her. She blushed, feeling Oscar's intense gaze. She held the kitten to her chest as she stood and gave Oscar a small bow before heading off elsewhere in the castle, in the direction of her bedchamber.

Oscar watched her bow, his eyes on her the whole time. Oscar sat there for a moment before he made a decision. He set down his half-finished glass of wine and stood up. He bidded his lords goodbye and with heavy booted feet, he left the room and began to follow in the direction he'd seen Y/n go. He followed far enough not to frighten her, watching her walk cooing to the kitten as she did, until he watched her walk into her bed chamber, beside her father's own chambers.

Once she was gone from his view, Oscar continued to walk. His hand rested on the pommel of his sword. He stood in front of what he now assumed was her door, hand pausing for a brief moment before he lifted his free hand and rapped on the door. "Lady Y/n?" He called out.

"Yes? Who is it?" Y/n's voice asked from within.

Oscar straightened his back up at the sound of her voice. "It's Ser Oscar Tully." He replied through the door. "May I come in?"

"Oh yes, of course, my lord." She answered from within.

He opened the door and entered, his eyes immediately scanning the room for Y/n when the door shut behind him. The room was small and humble, a tapestry on the wall of spiders crafting a web filled with diamonds, but little else to decorate. One of her beautiful dresses on a form by the window, being worked on. Her bed made sweetly, with a box on the bed containing a big fluffy white cat and her many baby kittens all mewing and playing in the box.

Y/n stood by her bed, obviously just having been sitting on it, smoothing out her dress. She bowed and blushed. "Good afternoon, my lord paramount. To- to what do I owe such a visit?" She asked.

Oscar ran a hand through his hair and walked closer. "I just wanted to talk."

"... about what, my lord Tully?" She asked a little sheepishly.

"Um. Well." He'd never really struggled to find something to say before but found himself tongue-tied before her, He glanced behind her at the kittens. "You like cats." He ended up saying.

She was taken back and glanced at the kittens. "I uhh well yes, my lord. My cat had some kittens only a few nights ago, I've been doing my best to take care of them all."

He nodded, "May I see them?"

She nodded and led him to her bed, she took a seat, leaning close to the bo,x watching over her cat and the eight little kittens.

He took his place beside her on the bed. He glanced in the box with the kittens, seeing that white fluffy cat all curled up surrounded by the little things. After a few quiet moments of listening to the small mews coming from the box, Oscar took a breath. "Can I ask you something, Y/n?"

"Of course, my lord." Y/n nodded, petting one of the kittens who was mewing at her.

He was silent for a few moments, choosing his words before he finally spoke. "We've known each other for years now? Since before the war." His eyes flicked from the box to her.

"Yes." She nodded. "I remember the day you left for Harrenhal... We were all still grieving your grandsire."

He gave a small nod, "And we were both younger then, weren't we?"

"I suppose so." She nodded. "Seems like so long ago now, but... I suppose war ages you, in all the ways it can."

His fingers drummed across his thigh. His gaze fell to the floor this time. "It does." He paused for a moment. "You know, in all the years I've been gone, you've grown quite beautiful."

Y/n blushed and giggled a little. "Thank you, my lord."

"You can thank me by calling me Oscar."

"Thank you, Oscar." She smiled. "I admit... The time apart has made you far more handsome."

"Has it then? I mean, I wasn't bad to look at before, was I?"

She giggled. "No, no, of course not... But... I don't know, you... You were a boy then."

"I'm not a boy anymore, am I?"

"No, no, of course not." She said. "Your... A knight, lord paramount of the riverlands, lord of Riverrun, your... A hero of the dance of the dragons..." She rattled off nervously.

That certainly made his ego boost for a moment. His chest puffed out ever so slightly as she listed off all his titles. He straightened up a little. "That I am." He finally said, after a moment. "A man who is more than capable of looking after a woman like yourself." He added.

Y/n blushed harder. "That's kind of you to say..." She said, picking up a little kitten that was trying to climb out of the bo,x bringing it close to her chest for a cuddle.

"It's the truth." He added. He was quiet for a moment, watching her with the white fluff ball. "You like them a lot, don't you?" He asked, gesturing to the box full of kittens.

"I do, I found Luna not long after you left. She came to hide in my bed when we had a flood in the castle. I've looked after her ever since." Y/n explained. "And I... feel somewhat responsible for her kittens. Like a grandparent, I suppose." She chuckled.

He chuckled too, finding it a little sweet. He found himself looking at all the different kittens. He reached in the box and picked up a little grey one. "And which of these are Luna's?" He asked, stroking the kitten's soft fur with his finger.

"All eight." Y/n smiled. "She did so well." She cooed, stroking Luna softly who was still laid resting.

"You did well for such a small thing." He murmured, talking to Luna as he gently placed the small grey kitten back down into the box. His gaze was again on Y/n. He scooted closer on the bed, sitting right next to her. "Y/n."

She turned sitting the white kitten down in the box. "Yes Oscar?"

"What do you think of courtships?"

She smiled her eyes returning to the kittens. "They are necessary of course. Courting is the gravel on the road to marriage." She said, clearly quoting her father. "Not all of us get fancy betrothals with noble families..."

He gave a nod, "No, not all of us do." He shifted his hand so it was properly resting on her thigh, his thumb rubbing the material of her dress.

He remained silent for a moment as he thought. His hand still on her thigh. "And you... You're an woman now, yes?"

Y/n blushed and nodded. "I am... A woman flowered. Yes my lord."

He gave a small nod. "And...You're unbetrothed?"

"My father has been busy with other tasks... My hand in marriage is not one he deems immediately important."

He gave a nod. "Other tasks are certainly important." He agreed, "But... perhaps I could speak to him, make him take more focus on such a matter."

"Thats kind of you my lord, but I am happy. I have the kittens to care for, my own happiness can wait."

"You are too kind." he cooed, "I will leave you to your work, my lady." he said as he forced himself to stand,

"Thank you for your visit, my lord," she smiled,

"You're most welcome, please anything the kittens need let me know I'll make sure they are taken care of."

"Thank you Oscar."

He nodded and turned to leave but found himself unable to resist speaking up once more, "I uhh- I meant what I said,"

"You did?" She asked curiously,

"I did." he nodded as he turned back to her, "You have grown... outstandingly beautiful my lady, and... I very much feel I have grown into a man who is more than capable of looking after a woman like yourself. If you'll have me?"

Y/n blushed hard and smiled, "I would be honoured my lord, if you would have me."

"I would want nothing more." he smiled, "shall I go speak to your father?"

She nodded almost tearing up,

He smiled and gave her forehead a little kiss, and one to the small kitten in her arms, "I shall see you soon my lady." he cooed before he headed to find her father.