Trouble // Loras Tyrell / Renly Baratheon / Rieka Stark

3. Kiss Me

When ned asked how it went the next day rieka tried her very best to not say that she kissed not one but two boys last night and then fell asleep in renlys bed too tipsy to make the walk back to her own chambers.

"Good." She mumbled through a piece of toasted sunflower bread.

"Nothing else to report?"

"Nope." Rieka agreed. Ned smiled Waiting for more all the same. "It was fun," she added. "They are really good guys. Loras has three elder siblings. Him and renly are both the babies of the family but im the eldest in ours."

Ned smiled as rieka opened up about her night prior.

"They are really nice, you would like them. You know Renly... sort of right?" Rieka realized. 

"WHen he was young, yes." Ned agreed. "he seems a fine young man. I know little of ser loras but he seems an excellent swords man."

"He is, he's training today, asked if I could come watch." Rieka added. 

"Really?" Ned questioned. 

"Yeah..." Rieka shrugged. "I... is that okay?"

"You really dont want joffrey." Ned realized. 

"I really dont want joffrey." Rieka begged. "If I find a better suitor-" or two. "-would you reconsider sansas crush on joffrey and let me... let me have a chance at love?"

"I will speak with Robert." Ned agreed. "And you know if you happen to fall for Renly, I think robert would be glad to have you as a little sister by law."

I dont give a damn what Robert wants, he is a lazy obnoxious fucker but sure. She smiled hugging him. 

"Thanks daddy." RIeka agreed. 

"He's quite skilled isnt he."  Renly remarked. 

"Yeah," Rieka agreed softly, her gaze shifted quickly to renly and back to the training field. "Are you not training as well?" 

"Well that would be rude of me, leaving you." 

"We could train together." Rieka suggested. 

"You train?"

"Archery is my specialty." Rieka answered. "I'm an excellent shot."

"I bet." Renly agreed. "Come on then, lets see what you got." 

"Making me like you more and more Prince Renly." 

"Not a prince anymore." Renly reminded her. Rieka smiled taking the bow from him. Loras turned to them as Rieka moved onto the field standing before the target in the distance. 

"You can move up."

"I was thinking of moving back." Rieka countered. 

"Really?" Renly countered, she pulled the bow back rolling her neck bored seemingly as she did so before releasing. Loras watched the arrow soar through the air. Renly's jaw dropped. "You should see me when I'm actually trying." Rieka agreed. 

"Damn Trouble!" Loras shouted clapping out. "DAMN!"  Rieka blushed pulling her hair back. She looked to Loras a moment longer before turning to Renly. 

"Could we talk?" Renly nodded gesturing her to lead the way. "About last night, I'm sorry if I-"

"You were charming.' Renly assured. "A proper lady." 

"Kissing two men i just met is very proper of me." Rieka agreed sarcastically. Renly chuckled running a delicate hand over his jaw. 

"Dont worry, we enjoyed it." Renly assured. 

"I feel foolish." Rieka countered. "I was drunk and that in itself has never happened before and..."

"You regret kissing me?" Renly brought a wounded hand to his heart. 

"No." Rieka countered immediately. "I regret it was in that way. Under such influence." 

"Oh," Renly understood now. "Have you drank any wine today?"

"No." Rieka answered confused. 

"Good." Renly agreed kissing her. "How was that?" Rieka chuckled pulling the arrow free of the target. "What? Do you prefer Loras? I can call him over. I know he is fond of you as well." Renly assured. 

"I-"

"LORAS!" Renly waved him over. 

"I'm going to die." Rieka decided slapping a hand to her forehead. 

"Loras, our little Trouble has some concerns about last night." Renly remarked. 

"It's not-" Rieka began renly pulled her into his side silencing her. 

"Feels bad, like she wasnt lady like, kissing us drunk. Wants a kiss sober." Renly clarified. 

"that's not what I-"

"Oh you are trouble." Loras agreed. 

"I think its renly stirring up trouble." Rieka countered. 

"Quite possibly." Loras agreed but kissed the corner of her lips. 

"That wasnt a real kiss though was it?"  Rieka countered softly. 

"Bossy." Loras answered. 

"A woman that knows what she wants." Rieka corrected. He brought his face close to hers. "The scandal of it all, " she whispered against his lips. "I should get going..." 

"What about my kiss?" loras countered. 

"Work for it pretty boy," Rieka called over her shoulder. The men shared a look. 

"Trouble." 

"To stand at a crossroads where turning left means loyalty to a friend, turning right, loyalty to the realm." Petyr remarked. 

"Oh, please." Varys scoffed.

"To find myself in a position where a simple word to the King --"

"What are you two conspiring about? Well, whatever it is, you'd best hurry up. My brother is coming." Renly declared bursting into the throne room.

" To a small council meeting?" Petyr countered confused.

"Disturbing news from far away. Haven't you heard?" Varys agreed. 

"What has you all smiley?" Sansa questioned. "Did you hear the good news as well?"

"What good news?" Rieka countered. 

"Father is going to end your union to Joffrey and he will be mine!" Sansa squealed. 

"Oh that is glorious news indeed." Rieka agreed. 

"You are not mad I'm going to be queen one day?'

"You can have JOffrey." Rieka assured. 

"And when I'm queen you will have to listen to me." Sansa added. 

"Will I though?" Rieka challenged. 

"I bear this girl no ill will, but should the Dothraki invade, how many innocents will die? How many towns will burn? Is it not wiser, kinder even, that she should die now so that tens of thousands might live?" Pycelle reasoned.

"We should have had them both killed years ago." Renly realized.

"When you find yourself in bed with an ugly woman, best close your eyes, get it over with. Cut her throat. Be done with it." Petyr smirked.

"I followed you into war - twice, without doubts, without second thoughts. But I will not follow you now. The Robert I grew up with didn't tremble at the shadow of an unborn child." Ned begged.

"She dies." Robert corrected, demanded.

" I will have no part in it." Ned countered.

" You're the King's Hand, Lord Stark. You'll do as I command or I'll find me a Hand who will."