the last dragon / rhaegar

She visits him in the dark of night, well after all the respectable ladies and lords have left the feast to the drunks and singers. He's almost surprised when he finds her on the other side of his door, the crown of flowers in her hands, and a petulant look on her face. He'd expected her brothers to have hidden her deep inside the Stark camps, out of gossip's sight and far away from him.

"My queen." He bends forward in an only slightly mocking half-bow.

Lyanna opens her mouth, but, hearing a servant shuffling down the corridor, hurries inside and quickly shuts the door. Only once she's sure they're alone does she speak. "Are you mad or do you just wish to die? Because I can't think of any other reason for what you did today. Your Grace."

Rhaegar fights back a smile. He's sure if he smiled or laughed at her now, she'd slap him, crown prince or no. "I'm not sure what you mean, my lady. I awarded the title of Queen of Love and Beauty to the one I found most deserving of it."

Lyanna Stark considers him for a long moment, then laughs. "You are bold, I'll give you that." Her gray eyes roam over him once more. "And you're not half bad with a harp either. Or a lance."

This time Rhaegar does smile. "I'm told I have many commendable qualities."

She laughs again, a full, genuine sound. Nothing like the suppressed giggles of the court ladies. "I suggest you keep your 'commendable qualities' to yourself before you get us both in trouble. Again." With a defeated sigh and a roll of her eyes, she places the crown of winter roses back on her head, and sees herself out.

Rhaegar stares at the door long after she'd shut it behind her, a rising sense of intrigue and amusement filling him. Lyanna Stark is different from any other woman he's ever met. Young, but mature and sure of who she is- and of who she isn't. She absolutely fascinated him.

He'd been told by everyone from his wife to his friends to his guards to leave her alone, to put as much distance between them as he could and wait for the scandal to subside.

Just this once, Rhaegar doesn't think he'll do as he's told.