The Lion and the Warrior

Targaryen Blood

The roaring fire began to fade out, and there was one torch lit on a far wall. The curtains were open letting in a breeze. It felt good on Brienne's dewy skin. She laid in her bed, tangled in the sheets, and Jaime laid there tangled in her. Both of them were drunk on wine, drunk on love, and drunk on the happiness of life.

She rested her head on Jaime's chest, his arm around her shoulders, his hand gently playing in her hair.

"You felt so good. Was that good?" he asked with a bit of a slur.

"Mmmmhmph. Yeah." She closed her eyes.

"I wonder if our boy went to bed yet."

"I don't care what time our fifteen year old goes to bed as long as he goes alone," she said drifting off.

Jaime laughed, "We raised a gentleman. Not to mention, I am sure he wouldn't fancy dying by dragon fire."

"How about that pendant Rhaella gave him?" Brienne asked.

"It came out beautiful. I suppose it has a bigger meaning than she let on."

"I'm sure you're right. Jai...I hope they don't get their hearts broken. I can't watch that happen to them. They are both so good, and I can see how much they love each other."

"Dany made her daughter a promise, my love. She will live by that promise."

"And what of the king? What if its not our son he wants for his daughter?"

"Then his legacy ends with Rhaella. If there is one thing certain these days, it is Rhaella's will. She will never marry a man she doesn't love."

James walked Rhaella to her room. They reached the door. "This has been the best night of my life," James said looking into her eyes, "I really don't want it to end."

"I don't either. But we have the rest of our lives to make more wonderful nights."

"Rhae..." he took her hand, "We need to use our heads. We need to be prepared if your parents have another plan for you."

"Let's not think about that. My mother promised me a long time ago that I would never have to marry a man I didn't love. I know who I love. I love you." She put her arms around his neck and stood close to him, "I just need you to be sure that you can live your life as my king and not serving as a knight."

"I have my title, and I will always be a knight. But I want you. I need to always be with you. I will be honored to be your king if your mother and father say that I am worthy."

"They will, James. I know they will. They love you like their own son. And more importantly, I love you. I have always loved you."

"Do you know how good that feels? To hear those words from you? Good night, my love."

They kissed each other good night, and she retreated behind her door.

James was never happier in his life. Princess Rhaella was in love with him. He could only hope, and pray to the gods that he would be allowed to marry her. If he wasn't, he would have a place in her Royal Guard for his lifetime and perhaps he could become Lord Commander. But he didn't want to think that way. He began to wonder when he would know if they would be betrothed. Would King Jon really allow his daughter to marry a Lannister? No matter how valiant and righteous his reasons were, it was his father who killed Queen Dany's father. One thing he knew for certain. He was head over heels for Rhaella and he was excited and relived that they finally told each other.

The next morning, Jaime found his son in the garden. "Did you have a good night?"

"The best."

"Good," Jaime said looking into the distance. James looked at him, and knew something was troubling his father.