Author's note: I totally forgot the author's note for the first chapter.. o_O Well, just wanted to let you guys know that this is my first fanfiction and also my first attempt in writing something major in English, so my grammar and orthography might not always be perfect. I could tell you to look over it, but I'd actually like you tell me where I'm wrong and so on, so I can improve myself. If you'd do this either in a review (haha, review-whore :D) or in a personal message I'd be really thankful.
Also give me your thought on the whole concept of if. I know it's short till here, but you can still tell me if you like it or not.
Well, if you like it, why don't you follow it? I PROMISE there will be scum and stuff in later chapters, but I first have to build up the whole story thing. Well, you're gonna read the first romance part here.
If you review, please be critical, it helps me most, but be nice, cause I honestly could find it hard to handle offences.

Wow, this was a looong author's note, so I'll end it here.
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Chapter two

- 'Fuck, you really did it?' - He didn't seem to be able to believe it.

- 'What do you expect when you call me a chicken?' - she said angrily. 'You knew I'd try.'

- 'Well, how was it like? Is this iron chair thingy comfortable?'

- 'Actually it was so comfortable, I imagine king Joffrey's butt only bleeds a little after a session on it.' - she said and regretted it immediately. There was a really awkward silence between them, and they both knew the other thought about the same. Her real father.

- 'You know, blood doesn't mean anything, all of this will probably not change a thing for you.'

- 'But I bloody wish it did. It felt great on the throne, you know? I felt... powerful. I felt as if I was worth something. I mean, besides you and my family, no one would care if I'd die. But princess Maria or prince Darandon, if they died, they would get a freaking giant ceremonial funeral. And they're only half Baratheon too. Just as me.' - She got angry as she talked about it.

- 'Yeah, but think of it like this; as princess Aryana your lady would have to sew and dance and sing and practice the flute and you would have to attend balls and sit like a lady at the tournaments and you couldn't just come climb around and steal stuff with me and sneak drinks of wine out so we can get drunk and go to the tournaments and shout. Think of the bright side.'

She smirked. He always knew how to cheer her up.

She put him off and punched him, before she ran off. He shouted out and chased after her. She was already well ahead, but the tall, dark haired young man was faster than her, and he caught up quite fast. He stopped her by holding her left shoulder. She turned around, laughing like a little girl.

- 'Why are you running from me? You know we need to celebrate your achievement.'

- 'What are you thinking of?' - He dragged her along, holding her hand just to be sure she would follow him, but didn't answer. - 'Where are we going?' - 'Trust me! Just come after me!'

They were running from the Iron Gate to the Dragonpit. Even after seing it so many times, she still was impressed by the imposing building. It's fireblackened stone had brocken down decades before she was even born, when King's Landing and the kingdom of Westeros were still ruled by the Targaryens, and it's massive bronze doors have been sealed for more than a century.

Standing infront of it, he stopped her and she stood there besides him, having some difficulties to breathe. - 'I'm really out of shape.' - she said, panting.

- 'Tell me when you're ready.' - He looked at her with his hazel eyes. - 'I am ready.' She was still out of breath, but her pride didn't allow her to admit it.

- 'Ok, so get yourself ready to climb.' - he said and immediately started looking around to see if there was someone, but it was all clear. - 'Come over here.'

She walked over to him, of course not without asking what he was planning. The only thing he said was - 'You'll see when we're there.' She asked herself, why he was being so mysterious.

He led her to a corner and they started to climb. She watched out for unwanted audience, while he started climbing and some seconds later he was gone. She looked up to search the wall for a hint where he could have gone, but one could barely see a thing as it was night and the wall was almost as pitchblack as the sky. Where was he?

She decided to climb up and look for him. Even though she would have never admitted it towards him she was frightened by the combination of darkness and dragonpit. She sticked out one hand and searched for a good grip, then put her foot upon a little bulge and pulled herself up. It all went well and she climbed quick and smooth.

Suddenly, a hand grasped after her arm and she lost balance for a second. She let out a short scream but she managed to stay atop and not fall down. She got pulled to the left and could now look through a little window and right into Rodrick's face.

- 'Climb through the window!' - She looked at the window. It was barely big enough for her to climb through, she would surely scratch open her skin while climbing through. But she was still under shock and did what he told her.

- 'Are you FUCKING crazy? Scaring me like this while I'm climbing?' - she shouted at him, her heart still pounding. - 'I could have fallen.'

- 'Calm down, or they'll hear you and then you would wish you would have fallen!' - he said, holding her arm to help her get in. - 'Now, take a sip of this. Cheers!' - He took a sip out of the wineskin and held it towards her with a giant grin on his face. - 'On your royal blood and your succesful expedition to the Iron Throne.'

She took the skin and gulped down a big sip, thanking it silently for chasing away the shock. It was strong and she shuddered, as she wasn't used to alcohol.

- 'Thank you.' - she muttered. He took her by the arm and led her forward. -' Just follow me, you'll like it.'

They walked up a half collapsed stairs, and she struggled to keep up his pace without stepping into one of the holes produced by degeneration of the moldered wood, but she somehow managed to get to the upper parts of the ruinous tower.

The place they were at was a room of which one wall was broken down almost entirely. It was a rather warm night, as spring was coming. The two were too young to have ever seen a summer. But now nights were slowly getting longer and the air warmer, even if it was just a little bit. He gave her the skin so she could take another sip and then walked towards the edge of the room, where the huge hole yawned in the wall, and sat down.

- 'What are you doing?' - she asked, alarmed by the thought of him crashing on the floor after slipping. - 'You're gonna die if you fall down there, y' know?'

- 'Chill out and sit next to me, I dare you.' - he said, dangling his feet over the edge. She did so. He knew well how to make her do what he wanted. She was slightly trembling. - 'You afraid of heights?' - he asked her mockingly. She shook her head. - 'Not afraid. Rather... respectful!'

He cupped her left hand with his right one. - 'Just don't look down. Look over there!' - He pointed forward with his right arm, leaving her hand for a moment just to get back to it afterwords. Her gaze followed his arm.

It took her breath. The fullmoon's light played on the castle of Red Keep, on the water of the ocean, on the citywalls and the gates. The stars shone bright. She could see all the people who were still up at midnight, busy working their luminous business. Whores, thieves. It was beautiful. In fact, the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, and she doubted anyone would ever see something this beautiful again, at least not someone of her low birth.

He gave her the skin, and she took a big sip out of it. She felt the wine rushing to her head, making her dizzy. Rodrick laid his arm around her waist. She was irritated, but not uncomfortable. They looked over the city for a short while, then he held her cheek in his hand. She leaned in and they just looked at each other for a while. Then he kissed her. It was a slight kiss, their lips brushing against each other, then he started to build up tension. His tongue slid along her lips for her to open them.

What am I doing? Fuck! I can't be doing this.

But it feels so good...

No, he's my best friend.

She argued with herseld.

She pulled away and stood up. - 'I'm sorry.'

She ran away.