Its slow at the moment but just you wait until the it starts getting going, you will miss these chapters. Its a little shorter than normal but next time it will be a lot longer :)

Lyanna awoke to her husband wrapped around her, his muscly arms resting against her hips. Bliss. His long hair slightly tickled the top of her arm, she gently kissed the top of his head. He started to groan as he had been awoken from his slumber. His eye lids fluttered until they revealed his violet eyes. He kissed her on the lips.

"Good morning" He croaked

"Morning" She said happily

"Why are you so happy?" He asked as he grasped for her hand

"Because I woke up with you" She smiled

Rhaegar smiled and kissed her slowly and passionately. Their tongues entwined as a burst of sensations went through the two of them. Lyanna could taste his heavenly mouth as his tongue met hers once again. She opened her eyes to look at his, filled with passion and love. He pulled away from her mouth. Lyanna looked confused at him, obviously wanting more.

"If I continue, we will be late for court" Rhaegar smiled

"We will be late for sitting in silence as the king rules and as soon as we leave we hear awful tales of your father burning people" Lyanna looked as Rhaegar's face changed from happy to serious

"Maybe if we stay a bit longer we can prevent my father from.." Rhaegar is stopped as his wife jumps from out of his arms and towards the chamber pot.

She retched up whatever she had left in her body. Rhaegar springs from their bed and holds her long, dark hair back. He rubs her back to soothe her, she looks up at him. He wipes some vomit from the side of her mouth and kisses her head.

"I dont think we should go to court today" Rhaegar said as Lyanna smiled

"I agree" She said wispally

Harla came into their chambers carrying trays full of colourful fruit to break their fasts. She scans the room until she sees Lyanna bent over the chamber pot with her husband rubbing her back. She quickly puts the trays of food onto the mahogany table and rushes towards Lyanna.

"M'lady should I go and get Grand Maester Pycelle?" She asked with a tremble in her voice

"Yes please" Rhaegar answered for her

Harla curtseyed and left the room. Lyanna went back to throwing up in the white and blue patterned chamber pot. Rhaegar was deeply concerned for his wife, she hadnt been ill since she had been in Kings Landing. He still held her messy dark hair and entwined it in his pale fingers. They were both still in their small clothes so Rhaegar draped a cloak around Lyanna before Pycelle entered.

The shaking old man slowly wandered into the room. He bowed before he approached. Lyanna put her head up long enough for the old man to examine her, he looked into her grey eyes and looked down her mouth. He muttered somthing to himself and then turned to Rhaegar.

"She just seems to have some sickness, probably either caused from change in environment or some food she might have eaten, no need to worry, my prince" The old man stuttered

"Thank you Grand Maester" Rhaegar said to the old man

"I do not think I have any medicines to cure this common sickness as I dont know what it had developed from" The old man wispally said

"She is strong, I am sure this little sickness will not get her down" Rhaegar smiled as Lyanna looked up at him

"I shall leave you two, I will check back later in the day" The Maester said as he went through the door

"I will go and tell my father that we are unable to come to court as he would get angry if I sent a simple messenger, I will come back straight away. Harla please will you stay with my wife and hold her hair back when it is needed to be" Rhaegar said

Rhaegar pulled on a dark green, satin tunic and some black breeches. He quickly brushed through his hair and then ran out of the door. He was greeted by the sword of morning as he turned the corner, probably sent by his father. The knight smiled and walked with Rhaegar to his father's solar.

"I expected you here earlier" The king spat out

"My wife has come down with sickness, she will be fine soon according to Grand Maester Pycelle, but I wish to spend the rest of the day with her"

"Women are weak and they seem to have made you weak too"

"Father, she has just a sickness, it will pass soon. She is not weak and nor am I"

"How dare you speak to me like that! Go to your weak wife and stay with her. YOU ARE A DRAGON WITHOUT FIRE!" The king shouted

Rhaegar left the room. Jaime Lannister and Ser Arthur Dayne were guarding the door. Rhaegar knew that his father would do something awful as he was enraged, Rhaegar thought of all the awful thing his father had done with the young guard Jaime outside the door. He didnt want Jaime subjected to hear that again.

"Ser Jaime, please would you escort me to my chambers?" Rhaegar asked him. Jaime looked to the sword of morning as he nodded.

"Yes, my prince"

They started walking down the halls of the keep. "I wanted to walk with you today Ser Jaime because I dont want you to have to guard the door of a mad man who is more than likely going to hurt someone as he is angry. You are young and I know you have heard awful things my father has done" Rhaegar said, he admitted his father was mad

"I protect the king, I try to block out what he does" Jaime said quietly

"When I am king, you will never need to do that. I plan to treat my subjects with respect"

"You will be a good king, my prince" Jaime said confidently

"Thank you Ser" Rhaegar said back.

Rhaegar admired Jaime Lannister. He was the youngest of the Kingsguard only five and ten. He had to go through a lot guarding the door. He had and never will experience all of the things that a normal boy would, he would never get married, he would never 'know' a woman.

Once they had gotten to Rhaegar's chambers, Jaime went back to the King as it was his duty even when Rhaegar asked if he could stay. But Rhaegar wasnt the king. When he got back to his wife she was lay on their bed with a damp cloth over her head, she looked better than she had in the morning. Rhaegar snuggled in with her and dismissed Harla.

They spent the remainder of the day cuddling and talking.