Oscar Tully One Shots

I Like Him Part Six

Jaerra strolled through the ancient, decaying godswoods of Harrenhal, surrounded by towering, gnarled trees. She was clad in one of her simple, small grey gowns, the fabric gently swaying as she moved. The afternoon sun cast dappled shadows on the ground, and the air was filled with the earthy scents of moss and fallen leaves. Despite the daily influx of men joining Daemon's army and the ceaseless construction efforts at Harrenhal, Jaerra sought relief in her solitary walk, hoping to find respite from the chaos and noise of the ongoing work. Unbeknownst to her, Oscar had quietly followed.

Oscar had caught a glimpse of Jaerra as she walked away and had impulsively decided to follow her, eager to engage her in conversation. However, as he shadowed her, he found himself unable to find the right words to call out or announce his presence, still feeling the warmth of the kiss she had planted on his cheek just days before. He struggled to articulate his emotions and remained silent, trailing her like a lost puppy or a fledgling dragon. Positioning himself discreetly by the stairs leading to the godswoods, he couldn't help but continue to observe her as she strolled, feeling somewhat intrusive but unable to tear himself away.

"Jaerra," He confidently made himself known by speaking up and stepping into view. He placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, stood with an air of determination, and subtly puffed out his chest, exuding an aura of bravery.

"Afternoon Oscar," As she turned to see him, a warm smile lit up her face. She couldn't help but chuckle softly as she noticed how he was trying to stand brave and tall for her. Walking over to him, she pressed a tender kiss to his cheek, enjoying the sight of the blush that spread across his skin. "How can I help you, Lord Tully?" she asked,

"I was just well, I wanted to make sure to accompany you. Lots of very rough soldiers around the castle now, I wanted to make sure you're safe."

"I can take care of myself, Oscar," She chuckled, "But your company is appreciated none the less,"

"I'm glad," he smiled offering his hand,

She softly took his hand and gently intertwined their fingers,

He led her softly on a small stroll of the godswood, chatting quietly with each other about the work going on and the plans being made until Oscar turned the topic.

"I- I don't often see you and his grace together?"

"No, I suppose not," she softly sighed, "Daemon and I often don't spend time together let alone speak, outside of the essential,"

"May I ask... why not?"

Jaerra gently sat herself down on one of the many fallen rocks, Oscar sat down beside her his knee brushing hers as their hands remained locked together, "I suppose it's sort of always been that way," she said, "What about your father?" She asked,

"Oh I-"

"It's alright, forgive me. I shouldn't have been so bold."

"No, no it's alright," he smiled squeezing her hand softly, "I... didn't know the man all that well," he began, "He died a young man,"

"I'm sorry Oscar," she softly squeezed his hand and did her best to be of comfort,

"I was merely a boy,"

"You're still a boy," she gently teased him,

He scoffed in mock offence, "My lady, I am Lord Paramount of the Riverlands and Lord of Riverrun," he joked, "I assure you, I am a big, strong, man. Well skilled to protect you,"

"I'm sure you are Oscar," She laughed,

"My grandsire... he was a good man, I loved him like a father. I suppose I had more time with him," he softly smiled, "But I do cherish what little time I had with my father,"