He thought he had lost the dark haired women in the sea of people that had been at court for the tourney. Not to mention the feast and dancing that had come along with tourneys. He’d enjoyed himself enough but the daughter of Robert Baratheon kept popping up in his thoughts when he had been dancing and tried to keep her off his mind by interacting with the numerous ladies but it was to no avail.
That’s when he saw his sister talking with her, engaging in what seemed like a pleasant conversation. So, he ventured closer giving a smile as he approached. “Good evening, Lady Relena.” He gave his sister a look and she quickly ended her conversation and excused herself, leaving them alone.
“I was hoping to get to ask you if you wanted to stay at Court. I know it’s quite some ways away from Storms End but, ah, Daenerys seems to enjoy your company very much.” As do I. He thought, unsure of how to quite ask her to stay. “You-you don’t have to, but it’d be very nice if you did. We all really enjoy your company.”
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“Lady Stark we have to go.” Rhaegar had defended her, not having enough time to get to Robb before he was stabbed but managing to get a good hit off on one of the Lannister men. “Catelyn!” He shouted as he started to drag her out of the room, picking up a shield to cover their back and eventually after much effort and combat, managed to get Lady Stark out of the warzone and escaped into the knight, when he thought they were safe that’s when he let her down. “Lady Stark-” She didn’t seem responsive and he couldn’t quite blame her, he himself was on edge trying to make sure no one was coming after them.
“She’s half starved.” Lyanna mutters, adjusting the baby in her arms. She passes off the sleeping Jon to one of the lady’s and tucks her other arm under Daenerys. She loved her son, that was for certain, but he didn’t need her near as much as this tiny, skinny baby did. Lyanna had never seen a baby be skinny before Daenerys’ arrival. “She and Jon are but six months apart adn yet – yet she seems so… different then he.” She feels the tiny toothless baby gum her nipple slightly, almost as though she’s making sure it’s still there.
“He’s so little.” Lyanna mutters, Aegon was just eighteen months old if her maths was correct, and to have sustained the injuries he did… it was a miracle he was still breathing, but she wasn’t hopeful he’d be whole. “An-and Elia’s brother, Oberyn, have you written him? told him the children are okay. I-I know he might not… like the idea but I-I’d like to keep them here. They’re Jon’s siblings, and after the trouble birthing Jon that I had they may be his only siblings for a long while.”
She purses her lips when he mentions the Kingslayer. “Rhaegar, it would be different if it were you. You did not swear a vow to protect your father with your life. If Jamie Lannister could break that vow once he’d do it again, I know he would and next time it might be you or the children. I-I won’t have him around them. Assign Arthur Dayne to the children and I if you must but please, not Jamie Lannister.” Tywin as the hand was a whole other bed of vipers, she’d have preferred someone else, literally anyone else, but there was no persuading Rhaegar when he took that tone. “Just – I don’t want Lord Tywin or Ser Jamie around our children. it’s too dangerous.”
“Oberyn, yes I have. In fact i’ve asked him to be apart of the small council. He’s agreed, i’m trying to foster the relations broken during the war, and this way Oberyn can be close to his sisters children and they to their Uncle. I’ve arranged for Viserys and Arianne Martell to marry when they are older. We also need to look for other arrangements for Rhaenys and when Dany and Jon are older…”
Lyanna was just as stubborn as he was on this subject and he knew that she was scared, scared of the possibilities that might occur. “Both Gerold and Arthur will attend to you and the children. I promise you. Ser Barristan will accompany and watch Rhae and Aegon’s chambers” Rhaegar paused, giving a long heavy sigh.
“Jaime swore an oath yes, but he was also sworn to obey his father. His father rebelled against the King. He swore to protect the innocent and defend the weak. My father would have killed the innocent and the weak. He nearly blew up Kings Landing and more. I’m not saying what Jamie Lannister did was right, but I as a knight and a Prince understand where his mind set was at during the time. How could he obey the King when his duties also applied to myself and the others of royal blood? He had to obey his father and mine…It’s a tug of war he couldn’t have won, Lyanna. My father killed your brother and father. He’s part of why this war happened. He kept the letters we wrote to your family and started Robert on his idea of a rebellion.”
“Lord Tywin hasn’t accepted the position yet, dealing with Robert asking for Cersei’s hand. Lord Tywin stayed netural in the war but he was against my father. Not myself. Those loyal to my father and not myself are to be killed or sent to the wall. Robert’s lucky I don’t send him off to the wall. It’s only your brother, Eddard who stays that action.”
“I just need help putting them to bed” Lyanna whispered, there was no way she could get up with both of them. Both babies were fast asleep against her. “Especially Daenerys. Every time i try to take her off my breast she starts screaming.” The baby was asleep, Lyanna’s nipple still in her mouth, but Lyanna had already tried to remove her twice to no avail. “Did she – well was she fed at all on the journey from Dragonstone?”
She knew that if she was given anything it was Goat’s milk, which would sustain life but was woefully inadequate when it came to nutrition. Guilt settled in her stomach again when he mentioned little Aegon, he was older then Jon, though not by much he’d’ve been less then two still and Lyanna knew she couldn’t nurse him too.
“W-will he be alright? I-I know the maester said he’d live but – but will he be… damaged?” She knew the injury to his head had been bad, everyone thought he’d die. “An-and Rhaenys, we – we’ll get her a new kitten and- well I don’t know…” She trails off. The little black kitten Rhaenys had so loved had been found with it’s skull crushed under the bed in Elia’s chamber. She can’t help but feel guilty for it, for what had happened to Elia and Rhaella, and the two children.
“An-and the Kingslayer?” She asks. “H-he’s – I want him dead. He can’t be around the children if – if we can’t trust him.”
“I believe she was but not by any kind of mothers milk. Prehaps goat milk?” He told her, giving his sister an odd look as he noticed how she slept. It was odd to think of this little babe as his sister. Viserys was older and they’d spent time together but Daenerys was a just a babe and it was harder to wrap his head around the idea that he was a good twenty years older than her and they were siblings.
“Aegon will be alright. For now. The Maester doesn’t know if he’ll be damaged in any way or the severity until he heals up some more.” Rhaegar prayed to the Seven that Aegon would be fine. A happy healthy child with no problems but he couldn’t be sure, the blow had been hard. “The Masester tried to be positive but…There was something in his tone that makes me worry if i’m being honest. Of course. I think she’d like that very much.”
Her request left Rhaegar a bit stunned. “Jaime Lannister. Jaime did what I would have done had I known his plans with the wildfire, Lyanna. Besides, I’d rather be on good terms with his father seeing as he took care of the kingdom while my own crept further into paranoia and madness.” Rhaegar started, his brows came furrowed a bit as he thought. “Jaime didn’t get close to the children. The one i want dead is Gregor Clegane. H-he was the one who helped lead the attack on my children and Elia. Who r-ra-raped her…If Jaime hadn’t killed my father, I’d be a Kinslayer and not he as Kingslayer. My father should have been dealt with before any of this came as it did.”
There was guilt in his voice, heavy in his body language as he couldn’t look Lyanna in the eye. “Jaime will stay on as Kingsguard. Tywin will serve as my hand. I’m not changing my mind on this.”
His body was so solid, so deliciously heavy on top of her, cradled between her thighs. She cried out – she couldn’t help it – and he was quick to cover her mouth with his own as he filled her again and again with his hard, demanding thrusts.
All she could do was hang on, the pleasure was so intense, his movements driving her higher and higher … and then he slowed, pulling all the way out and pausing there for a moment. Too long. Her fingers grabbed at his hips, trying to tug him against her once more, to no avail. A high whine escaped her lips and finally he took pity, moving wonderfully, infuriatingly, slow inside of her.
It was perfect.
She felt that slow pressure build once again, his carefully controlled pace keeping her right on the edge until she could hardly stand it. The noises she made were nothing intelligible … begging sounds, pleading cries until finally she managed to string a bare few words together.
“Please! … just a little more”
All his senses were on high alert as he kept his pace and tried to not give in to her needs but those words that came out, nearly missing as Bronn could barely hear them in the midst of her cries and Bronn smirked. “More?” He asked, teasing her as he lowered his head to her lips and kissed her passionately. “As you wish” He purred against her, lips taking to her throat and shoulders now as he gave a hard thrust into her, paused a moment and then started quick and hard thrusts into her, his member feeling like it was going to lose everything that was building up inside Meryll and soon.
“You’re perfect”
Bronn managed in between grunts and moans at the feeling of her walls tightening around his length, finally releasing the pent up pressure and he lowered his body, hardly hovering against her as his member kept pumping, and he cursed under his breath softly before he looked at her, a smile rested on his face. “Are you satisfied, M’lady?”
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