it had been years since Harwin had first left Kingslanding, upon his return all the children he once knew now grown up, some more difficult than others. He had returned the week of Rhaenyra returning to Kingslanding to solidify Lucerys inheritance, the time was… untimely, to say the least, but no one commented.

Harwin had now seen the legacy of the blacks and greens before his very eyes, all grown up, much ending up like their parents or differing ever so slightly. Though his face soured at the sight of his brother Larys still being in the castle, he will never forget what Larys tried to do, he knew it was him who tried to burn their father and him alive, so he could be the new lord , but he just can’t prove it.