Trouble // Loras Tyrell / Renly Baratheon / Rieka Stark

31. Tangled Up

Rieka woke tangled between her two favorite men when her littlest man started calling to her.

"Mama!" Renly waved to her. Daenerys had asked her to stay when they got word that the king of the north was coming. Rieka was eager to see her brother again.

"Hi." Rieka waved back. "Hi sweet baby."

"Mama!" Renly shouted

"Shh my love. Daddys sleeping." Rieka cooed still trying to untangle from qarls python like grip of her. She reached out fingers trailing down his stomach and grazing his balls a shiver went through him and he loosened his grip for but a moment allowing her to get up.

"Eep? Up!" Renly countered.

"Im up." Rieka agreed kissing his little face.

"Me up!"

"You are up." Rieka agreed as loras stirred.

"Morning," he said gruffly rieka turned smiling back at him.

"Hey," rieka scooped up renly before moving to loras

"Daaa!" Renly declared as rieka plopped him on loras chest.

"Umph!" Loras declared Waking qarl in the process. 

"What's wrong?" Qarl demanded shouting up in bed. "Hey beautiful." He settled setting rieka standing above them.

"Hey." She repeated kissing him and then loras before snuggling into qarls side as loras snuggled renly close.

"Your brother is coming might be here today. You think he will like me?" Loras questioned.

"He will becuase i love you." Rieka agreed

"And me?" Qarl questioned kissing her neck.

"Jon is old fashioned. He wouldn't understand so when he is here best keep your hands to your self handsome." Rieka suggested.

"The bastard of Winterfell."

"The dwarf of Casterly Rock."

"I believe we last saw each other on top of the wall." Tyrion recalled cracking a smile.

"You were pissing off the edge, if I remember right. You picked up some scars along the road." Jon remarked.

"It's been a long road. But we're both still here." Tyrion agreed.

"RENLY!" RIeka shouted. "Careful on the stairs! Why are there so many stairs!" She groaned

"I got him" Loras assured chasing after him. Renly squealed out as Loras picked him up throwing him into the air. Tyrion turned to davos but Jons eyes glued to Rieka.

"I'm Tyrion Lannister."

"Davos Seaworth." he introduced shaking hands.

" Ah, the Onion Knight. We fought on opposite sides at the Battle of Blackwater Bay." Tyrion recalled.

"Unluckily for me." Davos agreed.  Tyrion gave a small grim smile in return.

"Rieka?" Jon whispered.

"Oh yes." Tyrion agreed. "Rieka has joined us not too long ago."

"I thought she was dead." Jon whispered getting closer.

"Oh JON!" Rieka shouted waving as she ran down the many steps. "JON!"

"RIeka," Jon breathed back as Missandei stepped forward.

"I missed you brother." Rieka declared

"Missandei is the queen's most trusted advisor."  Tyrion introduced.

"Welcome to Dragonstone. Our queen knows this is a long journey. She appreciates the effort you have made on her behalf. If you wouldn't mind handing over your weapons."

Jon hesitated glancing to the woman before nodding and moving to Rieka as she launched herself at him.

"You are here!" She squealed with delight.

"So are you!" Jon declared.

"I missed you- oh loras come here!" Rieka shouted. "My second husband loras tyrell and our son named after my first husband renly Baratheon."

"I heard about that." Jon agreed as loras came up

"My wonderful husband and my even more wonderful little boy renly jr." Rieka declared. "Renly can you say hi to your uncle jon?" Renly hid his face in loras chest. "Since when are you shy?" Rieka questioned. "Huh? You mamas shy boy?" He giggled as she tickled him.

"He is precious rieka." Jon whispered

"How are you jon! King of the north, so handsome to, you grew up." Robb didn't get to grow up. Rickon either. Or Bran.

"Sansa is at winterfell."

"Good for her." Rieka agreed "i want to hear about you!"

"At some point I want to hear how a Knight's Watch recruit became King in the North." Tyrion cut in

"As long as you tell me how a Lannister became Hand to Daenerys Targaryen."

" A long and bloody tale. To be honest, I was drunk for most of it." Tyrion admitted.

"My bannermen think I'm a fool for coming here." Jon added.

"I'm glad you came anyways. Despite your better judgement." Rieka added.

" Of course they do. If I was your hand I would have advised against it. General rule of thumb, Stark men don't fare well when they travel south." Tyrion agreed.

" True. But I'm not a Stark."

"You are to me." Rieka corrected

Renly started to cry as loras flinched and rieka teased while jon and his men dropped to the ground.

"Oh baby!" Rieka reached for her son soothing him as the dragons circled

" I'd say you get used to them, but you never really do." Tyrion remarked as the men dropped as a dragon soared overhead. Jon looked back to the sky. All three dragons were circling above the castle. "Come. Their mother is waiting for you."

" I want you to know I understand. Even though we're enemies, you and I, I understand the fear that drives you. I was there that day when Ser Gregor crushed your lover's head. I close my eyes I can hear the sound of Oberyn's skull breaking." Cersei remarked. Ellaria struggled against her restraints "The sound of your scream. I never heard a sound like that. I thought, that's true love. Oberyn looked beautiful that day. He really did. No one moved like him. No one had such skill with a spear. Even Ser Gregor couldn't stop him. If only he hadn't taunted him. He could have walked away and left poor Ser Gregor to die. But that wasn't your lover's way, was it? Now he's burried somewhere. And here Ser Gregor is stronger than ever. That must be difficult for you. When my daughter was taken from me, my only daughter, well, you can't imagine how that feels unless you've lost a child. I fed her at my own breast even though they told me to give her to the wet nurse. I couldn't bear to see her in another woman's arms. I never got to have a mother. But Myrcella did. She was mine and you took her from me. Why did you do that?  It doesn't matter now." Cersei decided.

"You are not a prisoner, not really." Rieka offered finding jon pouting. She pinched his lips together and they puckered out. "Come on jon its not right for the king to pout."

"I'm not pouting."

"What would you call it?"

"Brooding." Jon offered and rieka laughed.

"You look like little Renly when he is trying to take a shit and has to focus really hard." Rieka corrected.

"Rieka!"

"Tis not the end of the world if I'm here."