This chapter bounces from Harry to Arianne. She only has a small part here, but she'll be most important later on.

AN: I know this story is Abandoned. But, I still have chapters written for it. So I thought I'd post them. Still only gonna be once a week, but I think you all deserve to know how it was going. The re-write is going to be pretty different.

WARNING!

There is a Lemon in this chapter. I'd like to think I made it pretty well. Not to smutty, but to truly rely the passion and actions that are normally associated with sexual activities. If you don't want to read it, please use the "FIND" function.

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~Jin

290 AC – Sunspear, Dorne

The day had been exhausting, as it always was when spending time with Arianne and the Sand Snakes. Not to mention Oberyn wanting to take him to the pillow houses for 'his last time as a free man'. But, Harry had been way too tired to partake and Oberyn had understood when he had seen how he looked at the end of the day.

Obara had him in the training yards until midday. Once at the yard, she had done her best to imitate fucking him with her spear. If she had thrust any harder, he feared he would come down with child.

Harry wondered how such a comely girl was so rough.

Obara was nowhere near the most beautiful woman Harry had ever meet, not even when only compared to her sisters, but she was not completely undesirable. Not that he would have ever approached her with his 'spear'. He had seen how she treated her horses when she rode. If that treatment translated to her bedroom decorum, Harry would wish any man luck and advise use of full plate.

Helm included.

She reminded him of a warrior queen, one that took what she wanted at the end of a spear or edge of a sword. She certainly had the bone and muscular structure to be one. When they sparred Harry noticed such things about her. Obara's skin slick with sweat and her brown, kinky hair lied into a loose braid, flying behind her as she roared with vicious thrusts of her spear. No less deadly than her sisters, but Obara was by far the most ferocious.

In contrast, Nymeria was by far the most 'normal' of the Sand Snakes. A term he used very loosely. She had wanted to spend time with him, seeing how much he had actually practiced at tossing knives. And though Harry was sweaty and tired from Obara trying to tie their number of bouts, he did not have the heart to deny her.

He hadn't the time to practice when he had made it home. Knowing how to throw a dagger was a useful skill, but mastering the sword more valuable to him. Still, Harry was very gracious when she took their customary bet for every set of five daggers. The gambling coin he had made had come in handy, because while Nymeria was gracious when she took 20 moons from him, she still took them.

Yet, Harry found himself pleased enough with his performance. His skill had not suffered as much as he had believed. After 20 bouts of the best of five knives, Harry had won eight. It may have been by the skin of he teeth that he had won those rounds, but Nymeria was the best knife thrower he had ever seen. There was no shame in losing to her, especially when she had been nice enough to correct his form and part with more advice for him.

The two sweetest were Tyene and Sarella, though of a different order. His allotted time with them was much more relaxing. They wanted to sit on their terrace, drink tea, and listen to Harry them stories. He granted what he could, especially with Sarella stopping him every other sentence to pose questions. Harry snickered as he remembered the look on Tyene's face when the younger girl stopped him for what seemed like the umpteenth time. He had never see the golden locks girl angry before, but she had looked like she had been about to lose her temper.

But, that was just how the girls were.

Sarella was sweet in the manner of her curiosity. It was endearing to Harry. She always wanted to know something, always needed to figure something out. Questions upon questions would pour from her mouth for days on days if her body could handle it. Many thought her nosy, but Harry found her intelligent. The only way to learn was to ask questions. People had made plenty of mistakes because they lacked sound knowledge. No, Harry would rather she ask questions than make assumptions.

After all, assumption was the mother of all foul-ups.

Tyene was a different kind of creature altogether. She was sweet, but overly so. There were septas she put to shame with her act. When she became older, there would be many men who would cut themselves with their own swords to garner her favor. They would be drunk on her sweetness and emboldened by the coy fluttering of her lashes, only to fall when they realized that Tyene was predator and not prey.

Most would not have noticed it, would not have been able to see Tyene for what she really was.

She was jovial, that must was true. But, Harry had seen her, looked into her eyes and seen the wonders that cross her mind. She had been ten when he first saw it and to say he had been shocked with have been akin to saying The Wall was a fence. All sorts of 'solutions' to 'problems' bounced around in Tyene's small head. Some of them impressed Harry, while some made him cautious.

That was not to say that Harry did not find her a good person. Once past the solid sugary coating and conniving middle, there was a decent girl deep down there…very deep down.

The one thing he could agree on with Tyene was her love for family. That much Harry was sure of. If he knew nothing about her, that would be enough to respect her.

He had done many things that day and said much, but the one constant (aside from Muirgen and Mya) and most puzzling had been Arianne. She had cheered for him during his spar with Obara, encouraged him when he lost to Nymeria, and sat besides him as he talked story with Tyene and Sarella.

She had sat closer to him than his mother would have thought proper, much to the pouts of Tyene and Sarella who each wanted a majority of his attention. Arianne just sat, listening intently, and absent-mindedly stroked his arm, leg, or shoulder.

None of it was strange for her. Even when they had first met, she was not shy to initiate physical contact and had teased him to an almost permanent blush.

That bizarre part was that she did not demand his attention or tease him. At least, not in the way she once had. Harry chalked it up to any number of things: growing up, no longer finding him interesting, etc. None of the reasons he concocted made him feel better, but he understood. The childish fascination they had with each other was gone. He would have to be a lord one day and Arianne a princess. They would each have their responsibilities that would keep them home; their separate homes on polar opposite sides of the world.

It had been an immature fantasy of his, for him and Arianne to fall in love. Stupid, Harry knew, but he was allowed to dream. It was impossible not to be interested in Arianne Martell. She was beautiful, even when they had been children, and there was a spark to her than drew him in.

It had been a nice dream to have.

But, Harry was a man now. He had duties, responsibilities, and all that tripe.

Harry sighed to himself, allowing such worries to leave him as his breath did. It did him no good to dwell on such matters. He was Arianne's friend and he would remain such. They still got along as friends and he would be a good friend. A loyal and honorable friend she could rely on for counsel.

He snickered when he started to think of Arianne in his father's shoes and he in Ser Davos's.

Harry was about to allow sleep to take him, glad that he would slumber with funnier and sweeter thoughts than he had previously, when the door to his chambers slowly opened. He kept his eyes closed and breathing slow as his fingers clasped around the dagger he had kept on the pillow opposite he laid on. Muirgen and Mya knew it best to knock before entering.

The footsteps where light and slow. Harry focused on hearing the soft pattering as the intruder came closer. It was better them to think him sleeping; they would think him an easy target. He waited until they were in arms reach before springing into action.

His dagger slid out of its sheath with ease as Harry whirled about. He did not know what to expect when he finally saw the intruder, but it certainly was not anything he thought up.

"Honestly, Harry," Arianne sighed with a shake of her head. "I've come to surprise you and you just had to ruin it."

His heart was still racing and his brain unable to think of words to say. Arianne slowly took the dagger he had at her throat and placed it on the nightstand next to his bed.

"My apologies," He finally managed, "I do not normally have women sneaking into my room at night."

"Such a shame. With the way you look and your reputation I'd have thought women clamoring into your bed by the dozens." Arianne teased. He was about to retort when she surprised him yet again, dropping the cloak around her to reveal herself only in bedclothes. Arianne straddled him, making Harry subconsciously grip her hips.

Oh, if his mother were here…

"Was there something you needed?" He asked, swallowing down his nerves.

"To talk," Arianne replied, stroking his face, most of her attention on his scales.

"Talk about what exactly?" Harry ignored her comment. She was gracious enough to not pick it back up and led with something else.

"Something troubled you today. You kept looking at me as if you expected me to disappear. I would have brought it up sooner, but as you kept it to yourself I imagined it not being something you wanted to speak about in public." She leaned closer to examine his scar, outlining it with her fingers.

"It is nothing of consequence." Came his curt reply. Harry would not trouble Arianne with his own agitating thoughts. Especially, when he had already come to his own conclusions on them. No need to open a crypt once it was closed.

"Oh, speak with me on the matter. A different perspective may ease you to a solution."

"I have already come to a conclusion, there is not point." He made to ease her off of him, but she slapped at his hands playfully.

"Nonsense. Is it about a woman?" she asked with a playful grin, which she dropped at his deadpanned 'yes'.

"I see. Do I know of her?" Arianne sat up, no longer teasing. She looked genuinely interested.

"Of course you do, it's you." He admitted, not very pleased when she burst out laughing. Harry rolled his eyes as he rolled her off of him. He made to get dressed, to go and be anywhere else. But, Arianne's hand wrapped around his wrist.

"I'm sorry, Harry, I did not mean to upset you," she said still giggling.

"You are not doing a very fine job at it." He replied, gritting his teeth.

Arianne coughed into her hand, stopping her laughter, but with one look over his shoulder Harry could see a large smirk plastered across her face. It did nothing to sooth his ire at her mockery.

"Stop scowling, Harry, it is unfitting for your face." Arianne guided him back down to sit on the mattress, coming up behind him to wrap her arms around his shoulder. It was true; she always did prefer him to smile. Either his wide smile that bared all his teeth or the playful grin he was fond of. Arianne didn't care, so long as he was smiling.

"Tell me what about me bothers you. If able, I will see it fixed yes?"

"You are different." Harry tried, not able to find the correct words.

"In what way? If you mean to say I've grown more beautiful, then I would think that it would please you." Arianne joked, nudging her cheek against his.

Harry could not help but smile at her comment. Of course, she had grown more beautiful. It was a fact he had stated earlier that day, a fact he had told her openly many times. But, he ignored her fishing for a compliment.

"You used to want my attention, but today…you were just there. It was different than what our previous encounters had been like, odd even. I thought you…" He had come to terms with his previous thoughts, but they were still unbelievably hard to speak.

"Were no longer interested because you were promised to another?" Arianne supplied helpfully. Harry could only nod. It was puzzling to her he would think such things. She had been attentive to him, physical with him, and indulged his need to please all her cousins even though all she wanted was for them to be alone.

"I will not say that I am I happy about such a thing and to a Greyjoy too." She continued, seeing Harry slump lower into himself. It was not much, but she saw it nonetheless. It would have been cute if not for the fact she had caused it and his melancholy was not in jest.

"But, I will say that for all my displeasure I do not blame you." She finished, smiling as his head perked right up.

"You don't?"

"No, I know it was not your doing. I am displeased with the situation, not you Harry." She said comfortingly.

"Besides, for all you being promised to someone else, you certainly don't look like you are unpleased with me." Arianne motioned to the bulge in his pants.

"You are being a little presumptuous, princess. I have already relegated myself to not wanting you because of my betrothal. You did not seem to keen about fancying me either." He jested back glad she was not upset.

Arianne released an unladylike snort before whispering into his ear.

"Please, do not play coy. I know you still want me." She scoffed, softly skimming his skin with her hand until it rested on his thigh. He could feel himself hardening at her closeness to it, a feeling she could no doubt detect herself.

"And you wanting me?" He questioned, not having heard an answer. It should have been plain to him seeing as she was in his room, but Harry would still rather hear her say the words.

"You have stated that you think I've changed, do you know why?" Her voice had turned seductive all of a sudden, no longer the reasonable voices they had been using before. Harry shook his head at her question.

"It is not all about your future wife. I knew from the first moment I saw you I wanted you. But, I was only a girl back then. I had no knowledge of seduction so I did the only thing I could think of. I would keep your attention on me, keep you thinking of me. When you left I would write to you often so that even with you so far away from Dorne, I would never be far away from your mind."

She pushed him to the bed and straddled him; similar to the position they had been in only moments before. Only Harry did not voice disagreement.

"And you were the ever dutiful friend. You sent back letters as quickly as I could send them, but always asking about my cousins, my family, and their wellbeing. You would tell me about your duties and sailing, all polite topics. They were so friendly. Platonic. Not at all what I wanted." Arianne's nail dug into the skin of his chest as a show of her displeasure. Harry hissed and returned in kind, digging his fingers into the muscles of her rear. Instead of hissing, Arianne moaned, grinding herself along his covered length.

"After the first frustrating year of it I went to my uncle's lover, Ellaria, for advice. She told me that not all men fall for fluttering lashes, coyish giggles, and lustful stares. She said you wanted a woman who could understand you and speak plainly. You would not like neither flowery words or compliance." She leaned down, scooting forward along his body so they were face to face.

"It was after she advised me that I learned. I would never have you by demanding your attention. There will be other women who do that, as would there be other women who would part their legs for you if you so much as whispered it. No, I needed to be something more to have you in all the ways that mattered. Something that the girl you are promised to could never be."

Arianne gently caressed the side of his face as she planted a soft kiss at his lips. Harry was entranced by her speech, but nipped at her lips until she pulled away.

"I will be your escape Harry. When your duties or life trouble you, you can always come back here to Dorne. To me. You can lean on me; lose yourself in me when the world is too much. The Greyjoy will never be able to give you what you need, but I will."

Harry appreciated her words. His heart soared at the implication.

LEMON START

~3rd Person~

Harry captured her lips with his, his emotions overcoming him, and rolled until she was beneath him. Arianne's tinkling laughter was a welcomed sound as where the pleased moans that soon followed.

"I came with an entire plan to seduce you tonight, but it seems to be unnecessary." She moaned, working his breeches off his hips.

"You have done well enough." Harry said pulling away to work her sleeping shift up her legs. He left a trail of kisses up her legs, stomach, and breasts as he pulled the material over her head. It heated his blood to hear the gasps that she made. But, Harry had a feeling she knew what she was doing to him.

Arianne was not idle. She groped, caresses, and nibbled at every piece of skin she could reach. When she had finally undid the knot holding up his pants, she pushed them down as far as she could before having to resort to using her feet get the offending garment past his knees.

Harry was dying to be inside her already. However, it would have been unwise. It had been a long while since he had last lain with a woman and knew that if he hurried, took what she offered so quickly, he would assuredly make it to the finish line first.

Winning first place in that regard was not something he wanted to accomplish.

He slowed himself, tried to calm his racing heart. Though he was more than ready and from wetness he could feel, so was Arianne. Harry slithered his finger inside of her, stroking to bring her pleasure.

"Not the part of you I want inside of me, Harry," Arianne moaned. She had one hand tangled into his hair directing his lips exactly where she wanted them and the other stroking him, making his already hard member painfully harder.

"It has been many moons since I last lied with a woman. I don't want first time I lie with the woman I have wanted to, to die so quickly." Harry mumbled into her teat, words coming out in between nibble and suck.

"How considerate…add another." Arianne commanded, groaning as he did as she bid. He motioned her to come hither inside of her while using his thumb to flick at her nub, all the while appreciating the chance to finally touch and taste her. She was as soft as she looked.

Arianne rocked against his fingers, her teeth worrying her lip and fingers clenched tightly around his hair. If she tugged any tighter Harry would have a bald patch. But, she wanted him and she finally had him. She had spoken true when she told him of the events which led to his lips on her, minus a few childish tantrums at the overly proper response of letters. To finally have what she wanted, it filled her with almost as much pleasure as Harry's fingers did.

Her breast looked great in the normal clothes she wore, but uncovered they looked better than any sculptor could ever hope to carve or artist attempt to paint. They were little more than a handful with chocolate covered nipples. The only thing that would have made them more perfect was if they actually tasted like chocolate. Alas, they did not, but it was still his pleasure to lavish them with lips, teeth, and tongue.

Arianne was sure that if she ever went to any of the Seven Heavens, it would feel like Harry ministrations on her. His lips on her body, his hands touching her, his passion emanating from every pore of his skin, it was all too much for her. Waves build inside of her. A storm that threatened to see her come undone and scream out to all the gods.

So, for the life of her, she did not know what made her clamp her thighs shut around his hand.

"Are you okay?" came the question she had expected not even a moment after she had stopped him.

"Yes, I was to peak." She replied, breathing in deeply and trying to ignore the ache inside of her that was cursing her for making him stop.

"That's what I was striving for." Harry replied back, tongue-in-cheek.

"As do I. But, I would have you inside of me when I do. I want you to feel it, just as I will feel you. I want this," She took him and guided him, a little too hard in her haste, but Harry did nothing more than give a slight wince before complying, "to feel how much I want you."

He nodded, rocking himself inside of her, allowing him to be coated in her wetness that made his penetration easier. She was certainly much tighter than he expected.

He was tentative and gentle, easing himself inside of her. But, that did not last long as she wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled.

"Fuck!" She ground out through clenched teeth, taking him to the hilt. Arianne had lain with one man before Harry. It had been a sweet affair, one she contemplated continuing when Harry was not around. But, while they were similar in length Harry was wider. He stretched her, deliciously so, but to a limit she was unused to.

"Are you okay?" He asked, stopping his movement altogether. She wanted to smack him for doing so. Even if him feeling him stretch her was a little uncomfortable, that did not mean it was not pleasurable. It straddled the line. It was his inactivity was just frustrating.

"Shut up and fuck me, lover." She growled, releasing a guttural moan as he flexed his hips.

That was better.

Harry did not know if it was because of his emotional connection to her or if it was the lust he had contained for so long, but he could say that no other woman he had laid with felt better that Arianne. She surrounded him so completely; squeezing and taking him in as if her body was afraid he would go away. For every one of his thrusts, she met with equal measure and added a grinding squeeze at the end that had Harry forgetting to breath.

He grimaced when Arianne's hand tugged at his hair and yanked his head down to meet her lips. She was shorter than him, by at least a head, making the situation rather uncomfortable as he had to bend down quite a bit to reach her and she had to crane her neck. Liking the feel of her lips too much to stop, Harry flipped their position to Arianne's delightful squeal.

They did not miss a step as Arianne grinded against his hips, hand still clutched in his hair. She was more forceful in her kisses, her lips and tongue trying to dominate him. Her lewd moans and growls were music to him, but some of the words to fly from her mouth were unbecoming of someone devout in their faith to the Seven.

But, it just made her more beautiful to him. Her hair whipping behind her as she tossed her head in ecstasy, her chest heaving as she exerted herself with her movements, and the undulating of her hips as she pleased both of them was food and his eyes a starving man. She was wild, irrepressible, and passionate. Everything he had ever imagined her to be.

Harry grabbed at her perfectly sculpted arse, groping at it as her muscles flexed under his hands. He added in her movements helping her along, but allowing her to control the speed. Her heat was starting to make him melt and nearly erupt at their passion. But, he did not want to sire a bastard. Any child he would have with her would be treated well in Dorne, but he would not be so far from his children.

And his father and mother would kill him.

"Arianne, I'm about to cum…" Harry grunted, barely holding himself back. He hoped she would take the warning, because it was taking all his strength to not explode.

"Give it to me…" She replied unexpectedly.

"Arianne…" he tried again, the normal strength of his arms leaving him, as he could not push her off. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close and biting at his neck and ear.

"Give it to me, Harry…I want to feel it…" She said quickening her pace, moving like a woman possessed.

"Arianne!" He warned, feeling the inevitable. She just felt too good, looked too beautiful, that words would never be able to describe it. Even as he tried to pull her off, she just held him tighter and made no indication of getting off. But, Harry preserved and grit his teeth so hard he was afraid they would chip. Or, he would have if he had the blood flow to his other head to worry about his teeth.

"Fuck…fuck…fuck…" she grit out through clenched teeth before tensing still. Harry held her close, glad that she had stopped. If she so much as-

Arianne screeched as her womanhood contracted him in a staccato rhythm, trying to squeeze a part of him from…himself. She jerked wildly, screaming curses and calling out the gods at the same time. Her nails had dug almost painfully hard into the nape of his neck and back.

As she thrashed on top of him in abandon, Harry knew it was over. There would be no more warnings, because he could not longer control it. He could not stop himself any longer as she moved on top of him. All Harry could do was grab her tightly and growl as he felt himself flow into her.

"Yes." She moaned to him, slowing herself, but not stopping. "I want all of it."

And she did her best to get what she wanted, squeezing and rocking herself softly. Arianne could feel him empty himself into her, feel his seed spurt in volleys before coming to an ooze.

She had taken another man, but that was something she had kept for Harry, for him to be the first to spill inside of her. It was a victory that she had been able to make him, a victory that would go unclaimed. Arianne had no intention of telling him he had done it first. There was no need for him to bloat in pride.

LEMON END

~Arianne~

Their breathing was ragged and labored, but Arianne's smile could not have been removed with a chisel. When she noticed he was not as elated as she was, it sort of dampened the mood.

"What is wrong?" She had enjoyed herself greatly and knew he had if the feeling in between her legs was any indication.

"What if I have put a child inside of you?"

"Ah. I did say I had a plan, lover," Arianne raised his head that had been downcast and lathered his lips with comforting kisses. "I know you worry about the name of your House and have taken precautions. I cannot be the one you run to when things become turbulent if you cannot trust me." She explained.

"This information would have been appreciated earlier." Harry groused, but did nothing to stop her attentions on him or withhold reciprocation. It was welcomed to know that she had taken his feelings into mind, even if it was not exactly the first of his thoughts that she had thought of.

"But, isn't the thought of the forbidden so much more fun." She grinned into his ear, biting at his jaw.

She squealed when Harry reversed their positions growlingly calling her a 'vile seductress'.

Finally, she had want she wanted. It had been easier than Arianne had expected, but that made it no less fun or made her take less pleasure in her accomplishment. Her promise ringed in her head even as Harry made to take her again. That had not been a lie. She would be his port in a storm.

Arianne had not lied when she had spoken of her wanting him at first sight. It was nothing as sappy as love or of that sort. She lusted after him. He was strong and beautiful. The danger of wanting him made it all the more exciting. He was a Baratheon, the most tempting a man could get. Her father hated his family. It was rather ridiculous to her mind. If someone had stolen her, Dorne would have went to war all the same. But, what she did not agree with was the deaths of her aunt and cousins. They were of royal blood, they deserved better than what they got. That was why no matter how much more dangerous a Lannister would have been Arianne would never see herself with one. A strapping Baratheon with green eyes…

She had been incensed when Harry had written to her about his betrothal. The parchment crumpled in her hands and almost tore as her fingers clinched at it. The words scrawled across the page made her jaw tight and a fire burned in her hotter than the sun of her sigil. If she were a man, Arianne would have sailed to the Iron Islands and slapped the Greyjoy with her glove. Issued a challenge. But, she wasn't a man. She needed to be craftier than a man.

So, Arianne came up with a plan. It was a well-crafted plan that took many nights to think up, so ensure all the pieces would fall together. So many scenarios, so much planning.

In the end, she hadn't needed it.

He's mine, she thought possessively. Arianne had him and she was going to enjoy him over and over again.

The Greyjoy girl may be his wife in name and that was fine. Hells, she would fuck the girl along with Harry. Just to show the Greyjoy who truly Harry belonged to. That just because the Greyjoy would have his name, have his children, didn't mean he was hers. She didn't really care where Harry poked his cock.

Arianne would have something far more valuable than that. She would have Harry's heart.

If the Greyjoy wanted it, she would have to pay the Iron Price.