The Last Dragon -Rhaegar's Story

The Stark

I dream of the grey eyed girl and wake up with the thought of her. It is still night, eeriely quite.

Just as I sit up in my bed, a crumbling sound emerges, alerting me. I get up, and other than Elia sleeping and the blankets all around, there is no sign of anything. It comes again and I find the source.

A crumbled parchment is in my fist. I definitely did not have that when I slept. Walking over to a lot candle, I straighten the little piece, finding the letters beautifully curved.

R-
   KNight of the Laughing Tree
                                             -L

Hmm. Lyanna. N capital in knight, so at night. Now. The wirewood tree. My  heart starts racing as I tie my pale hair under a scarf and make my way down the palace.

It seems only a few Lords were presented rooms in Lord Whent's palace, the rest rest with their tents. Even the Starks.

Now the question arises, what is Lyanna up to? Why call me in the middle of the knight, I mean night, just now? Is it about me finding out about her? Can she even walk now?

A burst of cool air hits me as I enter the tents area. Pin drop silence ementrates. We definitely cannot talk here. I stop a couple yards from the withered tree, and sneak a peek. Empty.

Footsteps sound behind me. Shit, I left my sword in the room. My pulse burns. What if my Father has sent guards to find me? Or worse? He now had Vienys, what if he intends to finish me off? He could do anything.

I wait until the footsteps are right behind me and then twist my body to fight the sword. But instead of finding a guard, a grey eyed girl is caught in my arms.

Releasing a puff of breadth, I release Lyanna, looking at her quizzically. She has put on very simple boyish clothes and merges well here, very unlike me.

Beckoning with her eyes, she leads the way to one of the guard towers. We quickly climb the steep steps and emerge at the top, cool wind almost blowing off my scarf. She crouches down to sit beside a low heighted window the guards use. I follow suite.

Scratching my chin, I scan the tower, empty. Where are the guards? Is it safe to talk here? Maybe. Lyanna is smart enough to find such a place.

I turn to her. She's staring out the window, her brown hair blowing in the wind. "How did you know?"

Smiling, I reply, "There are some benefits of being a good observer." I eye her clothes. "Where'd you get them from?"

"These?" She mischievously smiles down at her shirt and pants. "Why, I own them." I laugh. Of course she does.

"Well?" She asks, her face serious but her eyes smirking.

"Well," I continue. "A short, fake voiced knight with mix matched armour fights off three champions, that very moment when you were missing. Then you talk about the squires." Easy enough.

"I did think I was being spied upon," she replies, staring at me. "But not by the Prince."

Uh why is my chin itching so bad? Scratching it, I whisper, "That was the first time. But." I raise my finger. " How did you climb that tree, if your thigh was wounded?"

Lyanna smiles a cool smile, her face lighting up with a memory. "I've climbed with much worse." You sure have.

I realise my heart is still racing. Why did she call here? Not just to chit talk, right?

As if reading my mind, she says,"Just wanted to make sure."

What she wanted to make sure, I never know because at that moment she reaches out her hand, touching my cheek with her soft warm fingers. My breath catches in my throat as I stare into the deep grey eyes of Lyanna Stark.

"You really do have violet eyes," she says, looking into me. "I thought that was just a myth." Her finger travel down my cheek, just brushing by my lips and curving at my chin. My skin feels on fire where she touches it.

I smile at her, reaching out my own hand to touch her but she catches it. "Not so quick, Prince," she teases. Then she places my hand on her cool cheek, bending her face to cup in my hand. It fits perfectly. "Can you sing me a song, sometime?"

I would actually do quite many things for her, right then, and singing a song is very little. "Of course, whenever we meet next." Yes, we will meet, I feel certain of it.

"You are very sweet, Prince," she murmured. My fingers move down her face, resting at the curve of her lips. So soft they are, and warm. Her lips open slightly, in a dreamlike state.  "So kind, they say," she continues, her eyes still on me, her tone sedative. "Knighted young, good at harp, kind and generous, is it all true?"

"True as you yeilding swords and riding a horse since you were seven," I reply. She smiles as I tell her. "Though kind and generous is something new to me."

"Is it?" Releasing my hand, she snaps her head out the window. "Guards are coming," she informs me. "We don't want any rumours running wild now, do we?" She asks mischievously.

"What kind of rumours?" I question her in the same tone. She gives me a hard look, but with her lips stretched into a smile it's not at all threatening.
"But okay, let us leave."

I get up first and then help out the lady stand. But she cries out, falling back. I catch her just before she hits the stone wall, our body pressed together, our face inches apart. She stares up at me, transfixed. I want to close the gap, but footsteps are coming.

Willing that Lyanna doesn't punch me, I bend down and grab her legs, lifting her into my arms. She hardly weights anything. Just in time too, as a drunk guard emerges. I crunch my back, my height decreasing a few inches.

He stills when he sees us. "What are  you doing, fellas?" He sways a little and I inwardly relax. I can trick him easily."This is a guard tower, not your little romance room," he snarls. He eyes Lyanna for a moment, her face hidden in my scarf.

"Yes, yes, your Grace," I put on a fake light voice. " We just came to see the view from up here." I jerk my chin out to the sky. "Never see anything like this from the town."

For a second he comes and looks out. "Nothing new here," he snaps, his breath stinking of beer. "Get your asses moving now."

And so I walk down start to move towards the staircase. "Wait," the guard suddenly replies. Did he recognise me? I thought it was dark enough to go unnoticed.

Turning, I look at the drunkard. "It is getting cold. Keep your Lady warm."
Then he jerks his head to dismiss us.

Climbing down the steps quickly, I walk down between the tents.

"You acted well," Lyanna whispers from my chest. "I think he believed us."

"Yeah," I say, distracted. My worry is upon our guards finding us missing.

"My father would send him home for drinking I'm duty," she continues. We have reached her tent. No guards altered, for now.

Her room is just as it was when I last came. I gently set her on her bed, holding her a moment longer than necessary.

"How does your leg feel?" I ask her, tucking her hair off her face, me bending down to her.

"On fire," she replies. "But it'll be fine." Smiling down at her, I straighten but get stopped as she grabs my arms. "Remember, you promised to sing me." She raises an eyebrow. "It is considered bad manners to lie to a Lady."

"And I shall, my Lady." I pull back her hands, placing them back on her body. " Rest now."

I take a step back when she continues again. "Do not strangle me the next time we meet, or I shall hit you hard."

I smirk at her. "Then I shall strangle you every time we meet." She laughs briefly as I exit her tent.

I decide that I like her. Making my way up to my room, my nerves on fire, I feel light headed. But it is a welcome feeling.