The third chapter is here. I hope you like it.

Firstly I would like to thank everyone that has read, reviewed and followed this story. I'm really happy that people are enjoying it.

Secondly I would like to thank Lady3jane for being a beta for this chapter.

And to AZMohamed, I'll try to write Brienne more shy (but not so much in this chapter because she's talking with close friends, especially Lyanna).

And as you asked I'll be posting the ages (I'll post by school year for the people in high school, stating the age first, count the first one since it's the beginning of the year)..

Baby (1-2): Daenerys

6 Years old: Edmure, Viserys

10 Years old: Tyrion, Benjen, Renly

Freshmen (14/15): Lysa, Petyr, Stannis

Sophmore (15/16): Lyanna, Barbrey, Melisandre, Davos, Jory Cassel

Junior (16/17): Robert, Ned, Jaime, Cersei, Catelyn, Ashara, Elia

Senior (17/18): Brandon (he's already 18, because he failed one year), Rhaegar, Brienne, Howland Reed

College: Arthur Dayne, Jon Connington

There will be more characters, these are the ones I've presented or plan on mentioning soon.

And as you know these characters belong to GRRM.

Brienne of Tarth

Did I just call Jaime Lannister golden boy? I have always thought it. Never thought I would have the guts to say it. And secondly I was right.

Quickly Jaime joined the boy's conversation, and Lyanna moved closer to Brienne.

"Did you really call him golden boy?" Lyanna asked laughing.

"Yeah. I know. It just came out."

"I think next you should go to Cersei and call her golden bitch." Lyanna said, referring to the sweet nickname that they had given her.

"I would like to."

"Oh… Who wouldn't?"

"All those girls that sit next to her."

"How, Bri… Too naïve. Those girls would be the first to throw Cersei away, just to get her place."

"That's the reason I think boys are so much easier. None of those schemes."

"It's not like we are all bad." Not? Everyone wants something and they would do anything to get it. I think killing is over the top, but still…

"From that table?!"

"Yeah, maybe from there no." And they both just laugh at those girls who spend most of their time thinking about boys, and dresses and what colour they should paint their nails next.

"Didn't you say that your brother's girlfriend wasn't that bad?" What's her name, I can't remember. Cara… no, that's not it…

"Yeah. Cat."

"Aren't you going to a sleepover at her house?" With this question, Lyanna gave one of her looks that meant she wanted something.

"Yeah. About that. I kind of… told her I would go if I could bring a friend."

"What does that mean?" Brienne said with a warning voice.

"What you think I mean?" This girl is going to kill me.

"I'm not going to spend an entire night with those girls!"

"But you can't leave me alone with Elia. She hates me." Because you stole her boyfriend.

"And I didn't steal Rhaegar."

"I wasn't…"

"I know you were thinking it, don't bother denying it."

"Sorry." I hate that she can read me. Galladon could. Galladon was her brother, died when they were only kids playing by the sea. And so did her sisters and her mother. It was just her and her father, now.

"I've told you what happened."

"And I know the story, okay. I just… I'm sorry."

"Okay. Apology accepted. So will you come with me?"

"Lyanna, I don't think that would be a good idea."

"You are just scared. Come on. I don't wanna go alone." Lyanna continued pleading. Brienne didn't really want to go, spending the weekend with spoiled girls who think they are better than everyone. But leaving Lyanna alone would be worst; and she knew Lyanna would do the same for her.

"Okay. I'll go with you, but you owe me big time."

"Yes. I will do anything you want." And she jumped to hug Brienne, her feet leaving the floor. And she just repeated over and over again "thanks".

Rhaegar appeared from nowhere and tickled Lyanna, and picked her up, turning her in his arms, so her lips were at the same height as his and he could kiss her. When he finally put her back on the floor, he smiled at her, making Brienne feel like a third wheel. When he finally acknowledged Brienne, he groaned

"Tarth, we have to go. Classes are starting in a few minutes."

"Two minutes and I've to get to the other side of school." Lyanna said checking the hours in her clock, just before kissing Rhaegar's lips and saying. "See you later. Bri, I'm forever in debt to you." And with that, Lyanna ran off to her class

Rhaegar and Brienne started walking side by side to their classroom.

"So why is she in debt to you this time?"

"Going to a stupid party with her."

"What?! I'm not invited?"

"Sleepover."

"Really?!"

"Don't look so surprised."

"Sorry. How?"

"Her brother's girlfriend invited her."

"Who?"

"The girl with the red hair."

"Melisandre. That chick is crazy, don't go near her. She was the one who burned the coffee place down the street."

"Not that one. Another girl, I think her name is Cat, maybe Catherine or something."

"I'm sorry for that girl."

"Why?" And Rhaegar just pointed his head to the entrance of the classroom, where everyone could see Brandon flirting with a freshmen girl (who didn't even looked old enough to be in high school), with blond hair, showing too much cleavage and with a skirt that was way too short.

Rhaegar Targaryen

His classes had already ended, but he had stayed back to wait for Lyanna. He was by the door of the female showers, finishing his homework while she finished volleyball practice.

Today was their two month anniversary and he wasn't sure if Lyanna even remembered it. She liked to live in the now, not plan the future and live by her own rules. So different from Elia, who liked to have everything under control, who would take note of every detail, which had been his rock for ten years and his girlfriend for the last five (but she wasn't any more). Every time he caught her eye in the hallways, he could see an accusation of his betrayal in them, and he couldn't help but feel ashamed for how he handled everything. This didn't mean he wasn't happy with Lyanna, he was, but he couldn't help that on some level he still missed Elia, his best friend.

His thoughts were interrupted when Lyanna walked out of the showers, dressed in small shorts and a shirt too large to be hers. It wasn't his and given the stag on it, it wasn't her brothers either, it was someone else's - it belonged to Robert. Baratheon.

"Hey! What are you doing here?"

"Waiting for you."

"Didn't I tell you that Brienne would take me home today?"

"Yes. But I wanted to take you somewhere."

"Oh… Brienne, do you mind?"

"No."

"Don't forget you have to pick up Jaime."

"What?!"

"I told him you would give him a ride."

"Without asking me?"

"Yeah. Sorry?"

"Sure. Where is he?"

"By the door. See you tomorrow."

"Bye." Brienne left, giving Lyanna a death glare.

"She's going to kill me." Lyanna whispered to Rhaegar.

"He's not that bad." She just ignored him, and changed the subject.

"So where are you taking me?"

"You will find out soon."

"You know I hate surprises."

"Liar. You love surprises."

Lyanna just laughed, while he took her hand and led her to his jeep, it was an old one, and it had belonged to Jon, one of his best friends who left for college three years ago. It had been Jon and Arthur, who had taught him how to drive. Lyanna jumped in the door and sat at the passenger seat, while Rhaegar sat in the driver's seat.

They drove for almost one hour, before they reached their destination, Lyanna ran out of the car, like she had done a million times during the time they spent there in the summer.

"Lyanna." He yelled and she looked back at him with a childish smile.

"Come and get me."

So Rhaegar got out of the jeep and ran, ran until he caught her by the waist, lifting her up in the air, and making her spin and laugh. When he put her down, she pushed him to the sand with her, his body just above hers. And she kissed his lips, first softly, but quickly grew to a more passionate kiss, both their mouths opened and their tongues fought, her hands going through his hair, pushing and grabbing it, while his were on the sand, letting it slip through his fingers.

Soon he felt her hand going lower, trying to get his shirt off while his lips kissed her neck, and he had to pull away.

"Lyanna…"

"What?!" She looked at him with her innocent smile.

"We can't do that here… Anyone can pass by."

"Moodkiller." He couldn't help but see in her eyes regret and remembrance, and he knew that she had done this with the Baratheon boy.

But he couldn't feel betrayed when his mind was so often on Elia, remembering how many times he brought her to this same beach, how she would sit in the sand reading a book (she loved the classics, he didn't know how many times she had read Romeo and Juliet or Pride and Prejudice) while he surfed. But Lyanna no, she would… His thoughts were again interrupted, when she rolled him over, so he was the one lying on the sand and she could get away.

And she ran again, climbed to the top of the rocks, took off her clothes until she was only in her underwear, and dived to the water (like she did so many times during the summer).

And he couldn't help but remember everything he loved about her.

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