The tale of Ice and Fire

Chapter Twenty Three

Casterly Rock, 285 AC

Half a year had already passed since Rhaegar's death. Iclyn, Viserys, Daenerys, Sōna and Jehar had safely made it to the Rock, where Lord Tywin had granted them asylum.

Iclyn had finally seen his son, his little prince. Kedric. The baby that was half him and half Rhaegar.

That first encounter was one of the things Iclyn would always treasure in his life.

They had arrived on the morrow, right when the Lannister were about to break their fast.

Aiana was sitting with Kedric on her lap, about to feed him some soft oatmeal, while Jaime was still yawning.

“Dada!” Kedric exclaimed with a smile, offering Jaime one of the blueberries he had on his plate.

Jaime smiled and took the offered berry between his lips. “Thank you, baby.” he said with a smile and a kiss on the child's hairs.

Cersei rolled her eyes. “You shouldn't give in to his every whim. He is a bastard, not your heir.”

Jaime's eyes hardened. He had had a lot of arguments with the same object with his sister. He had pondered about telling her the truth, but her every comment had contributed in his decision of keeping her in the dark along with everybody else.

“Stop right now, Cersei. Kedric is part of our family, regardless of the circumstances of his birth.” Tywin reprimanded her.

Tyrion scoffed. Even though he really liked his nephew, he couldn't understand how his father could love a bastard and not him.

“But father-” Cersei began her whimpering, only to be cut by a roar from the outside.

“Sōna.” both Jaime and Aiana whispered to each other, both spotting matching grins.

Jaime took Kedric from Aiana and marched outside, followed by the others.

When they reached the courtyard, Tywin was astonished by the size of both dragons, the green one, smaller of the two, was still at horse height.

Princess Iclyn came down gracefully from the white one, with a bundle strapped on her back. She then turned back towards the dragon and helped a small child, with bright white hair, come down.

“Iclyn!” Aiana cried, running towards the princess, who accepted her in a loving hug. “I've missed you so much!”

“Are you all okay?” the princess asked to her handmaiden. She just nodded, happy tears marring her porcelain cheeks.

“Jaime.” Iclyn whispered, watching the blond come closer.

“Hello, princess. I have someone who's been waiting a long time to meet you.” he said, gesturing to the boy in his arms.

Iclyn's hand flew to his mouth. Oh! How big his boy was!

“Hi” he whispered, once Jaime was standing directly in front of him. “Hi, baby.” he repeated, carefully touching the boy's back with a light feel.

“Iaia?” the boy asked confused, not recognising the person in front of him.

“Kedric, this is your mama.” Aiana said, her voice still laced with emotions.

“Mama?” he asked confused. He knew his mama was away, thinking of him every single minutes. Both Iaia and Dada always talked about Mama, but he had never met her.

“Yes, my prescious boy. I am Mama.” Iclyn said, tears still glistening his eyes.

“Mama!” the boy finally said, reaching out to be held.