The Lion Knight and Dragon Princess

36 - Heirs to the Rock or Throne

"I'm going to beat you, brother." I heard one of my sons say while walking through the outside hallway that allowed people to watch the fighters in the training yard below my feet.  

Rounding the corner I leaned my elbows on the wooden railing giving me the opportunity to watch my children secretly. "Nah, you can't.  I'm too much like our father, meaning I got his sword skills." Rhaegar challenged his sister Luciya who was wielding a sword in her hand.

The pair began fighting one another but not harsh enough to ever leave a mark.  Jaime and I agreed if they wanted to spare it would be with sparring swords, not real ones.  "If Tyrion was out here watching he'd say we should bet which one will win." Jaime's voice came across the cold winter wind causing me to slightly turn my body seeing him coming to stand beside me.

"I'm not sure I've ever known him to not try and bet on quite a lot of things." I cocked him with a playful smirk playing on my lips.

He nodded, resighting a line some thought were the words of House Lannister, but they would be wrong. "A Lannister always pays his debts.  So what would he ever have to worry about in regards to money?"

"Until the day comes and the mines run dry.  We may not be able to pay all the debts we owe when that day arrives upon us." I remind him recalling when I had read over the documents about the mines when we called Casterly Rock our home.

Jaime leans down on his elbows shifting his attention to our children still picturing them as infants in his arms. "Let's talk about something else.  Who do you think will win, Vaella?"

"I have to say Luciya."

Jaime smiled back at me. "Then I say Rhaegar."

"Looks like we'll have a tie.  There's me, Luycia and Rhana.  Then you, Rhaegar and Chandler.  Whatever shall we do?" A smirk remains plastered on my lips, my gaze meeting his green eyes.

My husband bent his head down laughing as he realized what I meant. "Are you suggesting I put another baby in your belly down the road to make it even.  Fully knowing it could be another boy meaning the men of the household would always win."

"There's no guarantee of that happening.  It could be another girl."

Jaime fake groaned, putting a hand over his face. "Gods, that sounds horrible."

"Hear the girls roar should be the new house words." I began giggling, finding so much enjoyment in this conversation much more than I thought I would.

Jaime stands upright changing the conversation slightly, staring longingly at me. "Who would you want to be named heir if you take the Iron Throne?"

"Jaime, I - I don't know.  We never talked about that before now.  I mean you barely ever saw yourself as Lord of the Rock.  Would you even want me to be named Queen and you King of the Seven Kingdoms?"

He placed his left hand over mine. "I don't need to be called King, Vae.  The throne is your birthright.  If you want it should be yours just like your brother wanted it to be."

"He didn't want it.  The Iron Throne, did you know that?" I questioned him by looping my hand through his larger hand in my smaller one.

He shakes his head no just listening to me talk. "I didn't.  Why didn't he want it?"

"He was raised to be King like most princes are.  He was also obsessed with the prophecy and the dagger I carry on my belt that belonged to the conqueror.  His path and birthright was all set in stone until he fell in love with Lyanna and then he no longer cared for being a prince ever again."