The Lion and the Warrior

Dolls and Babies

The sun was just rising, the birds were chirping, and a soft breeze blew through his window. James was still asleep, but someone seriously wanted his attention. There was a pounding on his door so fierce it startled him out of his sleep. "Okay, okay!" he ran to the door without grabbing a shirt, his feet were still bare and his hair was a beautiful mess. "Who is it?" He yanked the door open to see someone before him fully dressed in armor. It took him a moment to recognize it as the armor he designed for Rhaella, but once he did, his eyes flew open. He was wide awake now and quite embarrassed that he was, in his mind, practically naked with the most beautiful girl in Westeros at his door.

However, the most beautiful girl in all of Westeros was taken aback at his perfect physique, his toned muscles, the veins in his arms, his pecs, his abs and that perfect little "v" where his pants sat low on his hips. Good thing she was wearing a helmet so he couldn't see her eyes roaming his body.

"You're still asleep?" She pushed her way into his room.

"I am wide awake now." He moved aside.

"Well what do you think?" She stood in the middle of his room and spun around for him to see.

"I think it's beautiful, Rhae, you really look amazing." He said walking over to his dresser to get a shirt.

"You really think so?"

"I do. Take that helmet off so I can really see you."

She took off the helmet and shook out her hair; that long, soft, silvery hair that he just wanted to get tangled in. She asked, "What in seven hells happened to you? And might I remind you, that you are a bad liar, so don't."

"Cat fight."

"With who?"

"The stable cat."

"You're lying."

"Yes, well. I hate lying to you..."

"You're terrible at it, you know?"

"Yes, I know but..."

"Spill it."

"Right. Well, I'm afraid it's a mad story that you wouldn't believe."

"Does this involve anything inappropriate and dirty? Because if it does..." she drew her sword.

"Put that away! Have you gone mad? I can't believe you just drew your sword on me." He yanked it from her hand. "See? Not as quick and good as you thought after all."

"I let you take it, make no mistake of that, James Renley."

"What is it with everyone calling me 'James Renley' lately? Just James." he handed her sword back to her and slipped a shirt over his head.

"What happened?"

"Would you like to sit? I will have some breakfast brought up. It's a long story."

"You know, I think I will," she sat at his table and put her feet up on the opposite chair.

"By all means, make yourself at home."

"I beg your pardon My Lord, I thought this was my castle. Oh! It is. Start explaining."

He sat across from her, slightly slouching in his chair, "I have been having dreams about my dad's twin sister."

"Cersei."

"Right. They started when I was seven. She tried to use me to get to my dad. She wanted him dead for two reasons, it seemed. Even in death she couldn't stand to be without him, and she wanted revenge because he killed her to save the realm. A few nights ago, my dad and I had the same dream. More like a nightmare." He ran his fingers through his messy hair and stood from the table, it was like we were living this nightmare at the same time together."