Hi everyone! So, my Bf and me broke up so what ever... just means I have a bit more time to be able to get these chapters done. Thanks as always to my amazing reviewer and all you kind, sweet people who favourite and follow this story. Now as usual. The warning. Warning: Story includes, BoyxBoy, swearing, violence, mention of rape and abuse, and as always ratings may turn up. Have a nice day wherever you guys are! A little spoiler. There is a love triangle going on... but Daniel is certainly not part of it. And finally. I've been making a few fan videos for my other stories on Wattpad. If you would like to see one for this story then just let me know in a review or something. Anyway, enjoy. If the case is you would. Then let me know what song you would like for the couples. Hope you all enjoy this chapter!

The wind battered violently against the side of the tent as his mother began to adjust the straps of his armour. "When you go out there... you must be ready for anything my son... you must be ready to face anyone." She whispered. The candle light shined faintly off Joffrey's perfectly clear armour. The mirror like metal was possessed the gold emblems of the king. Cersei slowly placed the crown on her son's noble brow as she stepped back and looked at him. "You go against my will doing this."
"I'm going to fight for what's mine." Cersei thought he meant Kings fall but what the boy was really thinking about was the terror that now rode a horror into battle and was obliterating their lines of defence.
"You are stubborn... everyone warned you not to come here... and still here we stand." She clipped the last bit of Joffrey's cloak to his armour.
"This is my war. I will fight it until the end." Screams echoed outside and both mother and son turned slowly, looking at the material as though they could see through it to the chaos and massacre that was happening outside.

Joffrey turned away as blood splattered the length of the tent and a body was pressed against the material. "It's time."
"JOFFREY!" A voice roared. "FACE ME NOW!" It screamed.
"Time to face the consequences of my actions." He whispered as he put his sword in his belt and began to step out the tent slowly.

Part of him immediately wished to go back inside.

The clouds were pitch black against a burning crimson sky. Flashed of orange and deep red lit the side of the country hills. Corpses lay in dismembered piles while some were charcoaled painfully against the ground. "Is this the fate that has been bestowed because of James' rage?" Joffrey watched some of the men back away from the distance lines. "Hold your ground! Stand fast!" Joffrey called. Although he himself wasn't eager to come and join the fight. He was more than eager to find the one he loved. "Rally yourself men! Stand true for what you believe in."
"HA! What a hypocrite!" A voice bellowed.

Joffrey froze as slowly at the edge of the meadow, bellow the cliff face. Something large and dark began to rise. Long stretch of black scales spread out over a body which stretched the height and width of the cliff itself.

The wind hit them all violently forcing them into a half crouch as James stood on the large platform nose of a dragon. It's horns grew like giant spears of bone out the side of it's face. It's teeth were like large blades which could have sliced through a man without even trying... but Joffrey was staring at the most fearful part of the dragon; It's dark eyes carefully regarded those on the field before unleashing a torrent of flames at James' command. "James?!" Joffrey called up as he stared at the boy who held his heart.

James grinned. He was in black scaled armour which moved across his body with a thick black fur cloak that moved behind him. The hood was up and made his pale eyes and moon light silver, blond hair all the more distinctive. His pearl white smile lit his face as the pull slowly pulled out his sheath. The blade was double edged steel with marks carefully sculpted into the handle to depict dragons. "After I'm done here. I'm going to find that whore." The dragon slowly lowered it's head. "Thank you Draco." James purred as he gently moved his hand over the large scaly snout.
"My Prince!"

James and Joffrey glared over their shoulder as Daniel ran forward. Daenerys was not far behind him as she slowly walked in a long white dress which was plated with armour. Leave it to her to look absolutely beautiful and still strike pure fear and dread into the hearts of those around her... though that mainly had a large part to do with her three dragons which circled over head. "Please sir! Allow me to fight as your champion! In your honour!" James and Daenerys rolled their eyes at him. "Please sir! Let me prove my honour and ear the right to be your guardian again!"
"Well... there is one thing you can do." James walked over slowly and a hand on his cheek.

Joffrey glared but Daniel blushed as his face cheek burnt under the touch. "What can I do my Prince?"
"Burn." James said flatly as he turned his back and walked away. "Fenice!" A large red dragon erupted into the air from bellow the cliff coming to a hovering rest above it's twin. Like the other dragon it's dark eyes regarded Daniel coldly. "Dracarys." James said impassively and Daniel erupted into screams as the two dragons unleashed their full fire onto the boy.

Even in his last moments Daniel stared at James devotedly until his armour melted through his skin and turned his bones to molten slack which gave way as the boy fell and turned to burning remains. The dragons gave up and James poured some water over the remains after the flames had dyed out. The metal sizzled and set as a heavy cast over the corpse... "You do more good as a statue." James said coldly before turning back to face Joffrey who was staring at him with wide eyes. "What?" James snapped as Joffrey just kept staring.
"I'm so attracted to you right now." Joffrey admitted shamefully as the warriors around him turned to stare with looks of confusion on their face.
"Why do I look like Margaery?" Joffrey flinched back.
"That was a low shot baby." Daenerys whispered slightly. "We're here to fight and take back our throne. Not to-"
"Do. Not. Tell me not to seek revenge." James whispered harshly. "I have as much right as anyone here to take it." He slowly stepped forward towards Joffrey. Standing on his tip toes to land a perfect kiss on the boy's mouth. Both deepened the kiss drastically before James shoved him off him and spat on the ground. "I can taste her lips on yours." He glared and watched as Joffrey turned his face to the ground out of pure shame. "Raise your sword... and I mean the one in your sheath." James bit sarcastically making Joffrey deepen to an even brighter pink. "Show me brat king. Show me how you handle a real sword." Joffrey lunged forward with the large extended blade. He though it's length would give him a greater advantage but James just met the hit and twirled before spinning and slashing his arm. "Trying to compensate Joffrey?" James teased with a dark grin as he looked down making Joffrey glare.
"James stop!" He lunged out again and this time manage to react in time to block James' counter hit. He brought his face close to the two blades as he looked desperately into the boy's eyes. "Please just listen to me!"
"Okay... how about we talk by ourselves. You know. Without all your army around to watch..No.. First I want them to watch you fall." James lunged forward relentlessly colliding blades with Joffrey's as the king staggered back. He was barely able to keep up a good defence and reflect the attacks. James left him no time to try any offence... how had the boy become soon good with a sword so fast! "Practice." James grinned and Joffrey's eyes widened. "No I didn't read your mind. But you're eyes are an open book! Now. I. Said. Fall!" He slashed the back of Joffrey's leg and made the boy come crashing down onto one knee. He crouched down and whispered softly. "It's funny... I've already had the market baptised in flames. All those marketers who sold me like a common dog... and yet there had been one. One who saved me." Joffrey's eyes widened slightly as something began to dawn on him... James had said this before.

But this time.

Joffrey knew that James was talking about someone else as well. "The boy came in the middle of the night. It was after the first couple of months. He crawled into my cage and kept me warm so I wouldn't freeze to death. He gave me fresh water and food... He saved me." James eyes became distant as he slipped back into a memory. Before he had met Joffrey, that boy had kept James' heart alive when he had forsaken it. His clouded gaze became clear after a moment or too. He turned back to his mother and shrugged. "Okay... They saw him fall."

The five dragons launched into the air.

"Dracarys!" Mother and son both called as the dragons erupted new tides of flames which leapt from man to man so fast that for an instance it seemed as though they too had become flames themselves. But soon Fenice became agitated as she began to flap her wings wildly. James turned away from her just in time to see her to miss the grasp of her claws and instead have her wing smash him across the face and send him flying into Joffrey. "James!" He cried out as the boy gasped for breath, having all the wind knocked out of him. He looked back up to Fenice's eyes to see it had become clouded over. "What bastard dares mess with my creature!" He screamed and turned quickly leaping onto Draco's head as the dragon began to rise. "I'm getting her away from the battle zone! I want Joffrey left for me!" James called out to his mother who nodded.

She watched as James patted the side of Draco's head and the dragon launched off with Fencice in quick pursuit. Her claws kept reaching out to grab James but Daenerys turned her attention back to the boy in front of her. She walked forward slowly, her hands resisting the urge to pull out the two daggers that rested on her belt. She simply reached down and took the crown before turning away. "You're lucky my son doesn't want to kill you. Take him back to the castle."
"Please! Can't you help me-"
"I can't release you boy." She said sharply. "Even if that was my wish I would not do it."
"I don't want to be free! I want James to love me again!" He shouted out making Daenerys come to a skidding halt.
"You have to earn his trust back yourself. That is something I cannot do for you." She sighed. "Honestly I am sad that it did not work out between you and my son... I still have hope. Daniel reported he was very happy here before you did what you did." Joffrey lowered his gaze. "But now you must pay for your deeds. Maybe you will earn the trust of my son back... maybe not. Only time can tell." She looked back to her other soldiers as they began to carry on forward. "I will wait here till my son returns. Go and fill the city. Now their king has yielded they will fall in line. I will meet you at the palace" The soldier whispered back in some language Joffrey didn't recognise. "No I will be fine." She said softly and the soldier nodded before carrying on up the hill. "Your fate will remain in my son's hands." She frowned slightly to the sky. Where is he? She thought.

-Break-

"DUCK!" James screamed as Draco went into a dive barely missing the claws of Fenice as he banked hard to the left. Coming so close to the edge of the building, James' hair skimmed across the rock as he held onto the neck of his dragon tightly before hitting out a full speed going forward. "When I find the bastard has gotten into her head I'll kill them slowly!" James snarled. His eyes widened as he spotted something on the balcony. Something glinted before launching itself at him. Fenice smashed herself into James and Draco enough to knock them off course as the crossbow bolt sailed past James' cheek, cutting it ever so slightly.

But even just drawing one drop of blood was enough to piss the boy off. "Do I even need to say it?" He grinned along with his two other dragons as they unleashed their flames on the balcony. "Keep circling through the castle. If any soldiers come into the streets." Draco rose sharply into the air till they were above the cloud cover. "Then finish them!" He called out as his dragon tucked it's wings in tightly and they began to drop through the air rapidly.

I have to time this right! He closed his eyes as he counted the seconds. 1. He heard the click of a crossbow being reloaded. 2. He opened his eyes as his reflexes took over. Everything becoming slower until he turned his face slowly to look at the balcony. 3. He hurled himself off Draco's back as he hit into Margaery. She unloaded the bolt which stabbed into James' arm. The boy snarled before quickly rolling from a crouch. Margaery had been knocked to the floor from the sheer impact of James diving at a rapid speed. The dragons roared outside creating the perfect cover. James knew that the balcony wouldn't last long now it had been hit by dragon fire.

Though how long could he last now that he had a bolt in his bastard arm! He could feel blood oozing slowly down the inside of his plated armour. It's not so deep. Keep calm. The more you worry the more you panic. If you panic your heart will beat faster which means more blood loss. So keep calm! His thoughts nagged him. "So... the little whore in Joffrey's chambers? Why am I not surprised." James said impassively but then shot her a smile. "You know... I'm surprised that I'm the first to kill you."
"To try-"
"Oh no. You're going to die." James put his hands behind his back as he slowly walked around the room. It had been made up to mirrors Joffrey's old room... wow that boy really didn't like change did he?
"You seem quite confident." Margaery said. She was in her usual dress. Her hair was a mess over her shoulder. "We have an army."
"I have two dragons." As if on que, Fenice and Draco smashed into the walls both above and beneath her. Both had their mouths trained on her, waiting for the one command to end this. "I have a sword." James slowly began to walk forward. "By the way. This is for Loras as well."
"What does my brother have to do with this?!" She snapped.
"He's just another reason why you're meeting your end now."
"Cocky bastard." She raised the crossbow. How had James not noticed she had loaded another bolt!
"NO!"

James lent back as a sword sailed in front of his face. As it span the bolt of the cross bow hit it full on and was deflected to the ground. However with the speed and power it had been launched it shifted the edge of the moving blade which slashed across James' cheek.

James did nothing but stare as shock ran through him. It took a couple seconds before he screamed. "NOW!" Both dragons opened their mouths wide and Margaery was caught into a full onslaught of dragon fire. She fell into a crouch and held her arms over her face. Jack tossed a few gold bars into the flames and watches as the burning liquid metal coated over her. Becoming thick as she was cast into a metal body. "Damn bitch." He held his face.
"James?"

That voice... No way... It couldn't be him. There was no way!

The boy turned slowly as he came gaze to gaze with another sixteen year old... It was a boy. His voice was soft and calm. His hair was a mess of brown curls and his skin was slightly pale.

James' heart jumped into his throat as he gazed into those eyes. "Jojen?" He whispered before running over and wrapping his arms tightly around the boy's neck. Tears began to pour from James' eyes. "Jojen? Is it really you?" He cried staring at that beautiful smile. His eyes closed slowly as Jojen leaned down and placed his lips gently against James'. Both lost themselves in the kiss as James groaned pulling his cloak off and throwing it over to the side.
"James?" Jojen whispered as he stared watching James pull the armour off himself. "I love you. I thought I lost you. I saw the castle burning. I thought you had fallen! I never saw."

James just placed his finger to Jojen lips as he smiled through his tears, standing back up on his tiptoes to kiss the boy. It was far deeper than anything James had ever felt. Jojen was gentle and caring. He took each touch carefully as he ran his hand up the inside of James' shirt after removing the last of the boy's armour.

Before he knew it. James pulled off his shirt showing his lean and smooth torso. "I thought you were dead!" Jojen whispered.

Both boys began to think back to that night that they had first met.

-Three months previously-

The night was cold as a fierce wind smashed through the busy clearing of the lowest part of kings fall. The air was loud with the noise of drunken and arrogant voices. A dark shadow passed between horses and carts as it ducked under cover. It glanced around and listened intently. "Where are you?" He whispered softly.

Then he heard it.

A scream exploded around the corner from where he was stood. The horses reared as they were startled and the figure ducked close to the floor as he crawled under a cart. He watched as some men came around the corner dragon a boy by his hair. The boy's eyes were rolled back into his head and he was limp as he was being dragged. "Damn it."

Jojen watched as the men threw the bare body of a boy to the floor. He was coated in blood from being slashed and cut as he had tried defiantly to break away from their grasping touches at they had taken the boy the on the cold ground. They had gagged and bound him so he could no longer fight and just left him. He had tried to get some of the nearby wolves and dogs to attack but he had been to weak to do so. He had been forced to watch as the boy had been reaped and beaten relentlessly.

But now they just crammed him back into the small box with bars... a cage. They left the boy in the cage?!

The boy groaned slightly and the men kicked the cage before walking away bursting with laughter. Jojen just stared horrified before he sprinted over. The boy was shivering and convulsing violently. His chest rose sharply as he let out broken sobs. "Hey." Jojen whispered softly. "Hey. It's okay." He slowly opened the barbed wire door of the cage and winced slightly as it cut his fingers a bit. "Don't worry." The boy just carried on the cry brokenly. He must have been taught that if he leaves the cage he will be beaten again... or worse.

Jojen shivered as that dark thought ran through him. Those men touching this boy like that. He gazed down at the crimson stained face. "Hey. I'm going to get you clean. Then I'm going to feed you and give you something to drink. I promise. Tonight you will not have to worry." He coed gently. He looked around as he quickly found a bucket of fresh water and began to dip a cloth into it before turning back towards the boy. "Please." He whispered as gently as he could. "Please let me help you."

Finally James looked up. "Do you want me to clean your face?" Jojen whispered and James just looked blankly into his face before nodding slowly. Jojen smiled and reached out as he gently dabbed the wet cloth against the crimson and tried washing it off. "You look beautiful." Jojen whispered after ten minutes. He had finally gotten all the blood off the boy's face and what he now saw.

Set his heart alight.

The boy's lightly tanned skin framed his thin face and bright eyes. His blond silver hair shined with the moonlight in complete beauty. "I'm not." The boy whispered so quietly that Jojen almost didn't hear it.
"Pardon?" Jojen put the cloth back on the ground as he looked into the boy's eyes.
"They took everything from me. They beat me when I fight them from r-..." The boy stopped as a sob broke through his chest. His face had deep purple bruises which were beginning to come out around his eyes and cheeks. There were large cuts down on his torso and arms. He pulled his knees in tight to his chest. Jojen reached out and pulled the boy close. "They haven't taken anything from you."
"M-My virtue." The boy whimpered.
"What they did. Is not love. Your virtue belongs to you and you decide when you give it to someone." The older boy smiled as he looked back down at James. "Now drink up." He said softly as he dipped a cup in the water."

James took it but his hands shook so violently he dropped it and the water spilled across the floor. He flinched back as though getting ready to be hit and Jojen felt a deep anger run through him. Not at James but at those who had treated him like this. "I won't hurt you. I promise you." He said softly. "Here. Let me help." He dipped the cup again and lifted it to James' lips as he gently began to tip the water down the boy's throat. "Is that better?" Jojen couldn't help smile as James nodded. "Good now. Don't jump okay?" Jojen pulled his arms slowly around James and the boy began to tremble.

He couldn't even touch another person without being scared. What had those bastards done to him?

He moved the back of his cloak so he could share as much warmth as possible. "It's okay James." He whispered. "I'm going to be watching over you from now on. I promise." James looked up slowly and both locked eyes.

That was the night both had shared their first kiss.

-Present day-

James knelt on the bed as He removed Jojen's shirt. "Jojen... I want to give you something." He whispered as his face turned red. "Something... that has always belonged to you."
"James... are you sure?" In response James reached out and slowly lowered himself and Jojen onto the bed.
"This will always belong to you." He kissed Jojen before falling back and closing his eyes as he braced himself for what would come next.

Both caught there breath as they lay naked on the bed. James sighed quietly happily and content in the arms of his lover as his hand traced over the pale abs the boy had. "We should really clean up the bed sheets before someone like your mother sees." James looked up slowly. Jojen couldn't help but laugh as he landed a kiss on James' nose. "We have to move sometime."
"Who said?" James grinned defiantly.
"Your mother when she said that I was not allowed to stay with you for too long, you had to be there later at the crowning ceremony." Jojen absently traced a lock of hair which had fallen from it's spiked up position over James' eyes. "Um James... there's something I want to ask you."

Knock, knock, knock.

James sighed. "Hold on a minute. Let me get that." Both quickly pulled on robes. Though James eyes remained a little transfixed on Jojen's torso remembering what a gorgeous body he had just witnessed and made love wi-

KNOCK, KNOCK , KNOCK!

"ALL RIGHT!" James snarled. Jojen chuckled slightly as he began to fumbled around the bedside table for a small something he had brought in the room with him.

James opened the door then froze as he stared at the last thing he was expecting to see.

It was Joffrey.

He was stood in a pair of shorts which chains around his wrists... Deja vu eh? Joffrey stared at the boy then looked over to see Jojen. "The Queen sent me to clean the sheets." He growled out slowly. His eyes pierced through Jojen and James stared in Joffrey. The boy was turning redder by the moment. His eyes growing darker as he glared at the other sixteen year old. James however just returned this back at the ex blond king who flinched back as though he had just been stabbed by a sword. Who the fuck is he to get angry over this? "Joffrey-"
"Don't." The boy glared as he walked into the room and began to gather the sheets off the bed.

Jojen turned and looked James in the eye. "James there's something I want to ask you..." Joffrey looked up and glared viciously.
"What?" James blinked then almost dropped his jaw as Jojen produced a ring in the palm of his hand.
"Will you marry me?" Jojen smiled.

Ooh. Am I mean for leaving it on a cliff hanger? Sorry guess you will just have to wait till tomorrow to find out what James says. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter!