AN: First of all, thank you for the reviews and please keep them coming. I acknowledge that there were some segmentation problems in the 1st chap. I am typing this on a phone. The in-app document maker doesn't allow me to add blank lines for some reason. I tried to do a better job this time. Let me know what you think about it. Both the chapters have been edited for better segmentation. The paragraph breaks no longer maje any sense to me but if it helps with the reading, what the hell !!!

About the story, the pace of development is a bit slow right now, but it will pick up, hopefully. The plot will mostly follow canon for a reference. There will be many changes, but the direction of story will be somewhat similar to canon. The pairings aren't final yet but I believe I have a pretty good idea how I want this story to pan out. Daenerys will probably not show up in this story until very late and even then, her character will be kind of minor. You can chalk that up to author bias, I hate the girl. Also, I have aged up the characters a bit in this story.

Joffery- 16

Jon - 17

Daenerys - 16

Harry- 15

Robb- 17

Myrcella- 14

Sansa- 14

Arya - 11

Bran - 9

Tommen- 9

Rickon - 6

About update speed, I'll try to do it once a week from now on, so expect next chapter around next weekend. I need a beta so let me know if anyone is interested.

Disclaimer: Neither Harry Potter nor A Song of Ice and Fire belong to me.

Warning: Lemon scene. This is perhaps the first time I am writing one and I am not at all happy about how it turned out. But I decided to stick with it since I heard something about practice and perfect.

Chapter 2

Kara POV

The ride had left her sore in all the wrong places. She longed to return to Storm's End and sleep in the featherbed instead of the hard cot that the innkeeper provided. No, Kara was no noblewoman. She was, in the simplest words, the Prince's mistress. Born to a kitchen maid and some crownlands hedge knight, Kara was of age with the prince. Her mother had come to Kings Landing as a part of Queen Cersei's entourage. People had described her as a beauty since she was a child. Long blonde hair and cool blue eyes, many a man had tried to lure her to their beds.

Growing up close to the royal children, she had always admired Prince Harrison from afar. After his banishment from the red keep, yes banishment even though it was sugar coated as an opportunity to learn about the Stormlands , Kara had followed the Prince against the wishes of her mother. The Prince needed someone to look after him and if Kara could make the place just a little bit like home for the prince, then she would.

Kara was in love with the prince since forever and had always wanted to be his. So, when she had her moonsblood for the first time, she slipped inside the covers with him and gave herself completely to her prince. Since then, she slept in her Prince's bed more often than not, or whenever he had need of her. She knew that with the ride they had, her prince definitely needed her tonight.

Looking over to the kitchen, she saw the innkeeper's daughter preparing a plate for the prince. The girl was a cute little thing, with brown hair and button nose. Her gown was a little too low cut, perhaps to entice the prince. His father was famous across the seven kingdoms for his appetite for whores and it looked like innkeeper's daughter planned to see if the son was cut from the same cloth.

If the little trollop thought it was so easy to replace Kara, she had another thing coming. Marching over to the girl, Kara commanded her to hand over the Prince's plate. An ugly frown manifested on the girl's face and it looked like she might refuse. Kara subtly unsheathed a dagger from her hip to help convince the girl to comply. Taking over the plate, Kara marched over to the Prince's room and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Opening the door, Kara witnessed the bare back of her prince riddled with many a scar he earned during his long years of squiring for that scary kingsguard. Harry was taking a bath in the tub. Placing the plate on the side table, Kara moved over to the tub to help clean her prince.

"Ohh, it's you. Took you long enough." Harry visibly relaxed on seeing her. She was right. Her prince did need her.

"The innkeeper's daughter needed some convincing. She looked like she wanted to feed you with her own hands." Kara replied as she threaded her fingers through the long messy black locks of the prince. If it was one thing that the prince inherited from his father, it was his hair. Jet black hair that perpetually seemed ruffled by a wind, Harry's hair seemed to have a life of their own. It was somehow fitting for the Prince of Storm to have his hair caught up in an eternal storm.

Harry turned towards her and she got to witness his emerald green eyes. Those eyes were perhaps the most beautiful part of him. One could lose themselves in their infinite depth as they always seemed to swirl with mystique and power. She had heard many a maiden sigh and comment on their beauty while working.

"And you got jealous ?" Harry's words broke her out of her musing. "You know I wouldn't just replace you with some random girl I find in an out of the way cottage. You are more important to me than that. Did you test the food ?"

Shit, she hadn't tested the food for poison. One of her responsibilities was to taste the Prince's food to prevent anyone from assassinating him through poison. Harry had once called her to his chambers and asked her who she was truly loyal to. The answer was as clear to her as breathing but the way the prince was staring into her eyes unnerved her.

She chalked it up to one of the many strange things the prince got up to in his spare time. When she had answered, the prince had smiled down at her in the way that made her heart melt and told her that she was his closest confidant. That day had cemented her place at Harry's side. He took her to bed and for the first time, it felt like it meant more than just sating some carnal needs.

Since then, she took up some duties exclusively. She was the only one allowed inside his chambers. She was responsible for cleaning them. She tested his wine and food for poison. She kept an eye on his quarters. She spied on the smallfolk of Storm's End and brought useful information to Harry. She was also supposed to keep his secrets about anything she might witness in his company. Later, she had found out that the prince had questioned a few other girls similarly but only she had passed whatever hidden test was there in the Prince's words.

She left the prince in his bath and moved to the table to test the food.

"Careful, there's a viper in the bed." The prince warned. This was another one of the strange things that the prince got up to, his fascination for snakes. There was always atleast one in his room, guarding something. On quite a few occasions, she had heard him hiss something to the snake and watch the snake comply. She knew the prince practiced magic.

He spent quite a few hours every night under the cursed weirwood tree trying to move pebbles around or light up torches by staring at them. She had witnessed him perform quite a few miracles. She knew magic was a curse, the seven said so. But she just couldn't bring herself to go against Harry. Perhaps the magic the seven spoke against was different. Perhaps only the Northern magic was cursed, the one practiced by those tree worshipping heathens. Even if the Prince was cursed, she had made her bed with him. If he was to be damned, then they'd be damned together.

There was a splash as Harry got out of the tub and reached for a towel. She quickly moved to him and started wiping him dry. His muscles were rock hard from long hours in the yard. This close to him, she couldn't help but breathe in the heady smell of Holly and leather that was so characteristically Harry.

"No Treacle Tarts ?" Harry asked as he moved over to eat.

"Of course not. Hardly anyone knows how to make that stuff. I don't even know how you came up with it." Harry had one day entered the kitchens and shown all the maids how to make some bizarre cake like treat that he had then named Treacle Tarts.

"Saw it in a dream really. Thought it might taste good." Harry replied nonchalantly.

"You are perhaps the only boy who dreams of exotic dishes." She mocked. She liked moments like these, when they could talk just like they did when they were young. Now, the gulf between their stations was so wide that even speaking directly to Harry in company was frowned upon. Only behind closed doors did their friendship thrive.

"A man now, or would you like another proof of that ?" Harry said while giving her a steamy look.

"I might not be opposed to another demonstration, my prince."

*Lemon start*

Her hands crawled slowly towards the knot holding her gown together, a gift from Harry. A low growl escaped Harry's throat as he lunged towards her. His teeth scraped against her exposed neck as he littered it with kisses. His hands fumbled with the knot for a moment before he just yanked hard and tore through her gown.

A whine escaped her lips."Not the gown Harry, it is the prettiest one I brought along."

"We are going to Kings Landing. I'll buy you a new one made from the finest silks, love." Of course he would. Men would say just about anything when their blood was hot. Nevertheless, she accepted his promise and slipped out of her now torn gown. Underneath, she was as naked as her nameday. She had come prepared, she knew what was going to happen.

She looked up just in time to see Harry pull her close before locking her lips in a searing kiss. She was wet, and she wanted relief now. Moving her hand over to his manhood, she felt it's hardness. She was pleased with how much Harry wanted her. Refusing to deny them both the pleasure anymore, she guided his member to her hole and sank down on it with a hiss. Harry's hands immediately grabbed her hips while his mouth latched on to her nipple. Her back arched from the pleasure coursing through her veins. Harry's hips smashed up towards her rhythmically, making her bounce in his lap. She was agonizingly close when Harry erupted inside her like a warm geyser. She could feel him spurt inside her before growing limp.

"Not yet. Please don't pull out. I'm so close." She somehow managed to whisper while grinding herself on top of him to get that elusive pleasure.

"I'm right here. I'm not leaving you. Now cum for me sweetling." Harry's hand joined hers in rubbing her womanhood as his words finally brought her to an orgasm. She bit down on his shoulder, hard to stop a moan from escaping as throes of pleasure wracked through her body.

*Lemon end*

After coming down from the bliss, the two of them moved under the covers. She wrapped her arms around his torso as sleep finally overtook them both.