Gerion

Ser Barristan Selmy had brought him into this quarter, comfortable enough as it was, it still was a prison for Gerion Lannister could not leave it. A couple of the Kings own Household Guards were in front of the doors and the single Window could only be opened to the width of a handspan for there were strong bars on the outside of it.

Ser Gerion looked out of these Window since the moment deep at night, when he was brought into this room, he watched how the night turned to the next morning and the morning turned into a bright day.

He had opened the window and could hear the Bells that finally started to sound during the day, he could hear the faint screams of joy from the people of the Capital. How loud it must be down there in the streets, when he could hear the jubilation even this far away.

The door opened behind the young Lannister and a servant stepped inside, carrying a big Tray with two glasses and a carafe of wine and a small box on it, which he then put down on the table in the middle of the room. The Servant bowed slightly in front of Ser Gerion and then left but he was barely out of the room, when the new King stepped inside. He was followed by Ser Barristan Selmy, who then closed the door behind himself and then positioned himself against it.

King Rhaegar stopped at the table and Gerion kneeled in front of the new King. Better to be safe than sorry, he said to himself.

"Rise, Ser Gerion and seat with me. We will have to talk about the future."

Both young men sat down and Gerion looked at the King that was four years younger than he himself was, barely old enough to be even called a man, but yet he sounded so much more weary and older than Gerion himself felt.

"Your Grace, House Lannister, our brothers Kevan and Tygett, they would pay every amount of Gold for Tywin and i. They would pay also more than enough to make sure that Tywin would be healed and then Your Grace can hold Trial upon him. We would guarantee to accept any fair judgement for the head of our House but he first needs to have a Chance to be treated well enough to that he can even survive until the judgement."

The King looked disinterested in the pleading Words of the youngest Lannister brother.
His purple eyes stared into the air behind the golden head of Gerion Lannister and the silvery strings of the Kings Hair shimmered in the light that was shining through the window. He looked nearly otherworldly or like a fine and expensive statue, thought the young Lannister.

"The Lord Commander of the Kingsguard told me that your brother had no reason, this Maester that came from the City told of how your brother acted in delusional self-defense. I knew how my father was but still, it did not give the Hand the right to kill the King, does it?" asked the young King finally.

"Nothing gives a lesser man the right kill his King, that is right your Grace but the Lords have the Right and privilege to be treated fairly by the Rulers of the Seven Kingdoms." was Gerions agreeing answer.

King Rhaegar looked into the Lions face and finally his disinterested look disappeared from his young and beautiful face and a light smile settled onto his features.

"Ser Barristan, please leave the room" said the King while he looked over his shoulder to the Kingsguard.

The White Knight protested but since the young just stared at him without any emotion, he finally bowed deeply, opened the door and left the room. The door then was closed nearly silently.

The King rose from his seat and went to the window. His hands touched the frame and he looked out of the window, his back straight and his whole body looked elegant and graceful.

Gerion felt uncomfortable by the strange way of how the young King behaved. He was more solemn than angry but then he just became King through the death of his Father not even twenty hours ago. No one spoke anything, the room was silent.

After a while the King turned around and then leaned back against the window. His purple eyes fixed on the young Lion and the solemn look of his face turned slowly into one of gentle understanding.

"Do you love your family, Ser Gerion? Do you love your oldest brother?" asked the King suddenly.

Gerion Lannister looked astonished at the King, this was not a question he would have expected.

"Yes your Grace, i believe that i can say without lying that i love my family, even Tywin, i not always like him but i love him like i love my other siblings."

The King nodded at the Lions answer, then pushed himself away from the window and crossed the room till he stood directly in front of Gerion. The young Dragon's right hand opened the box on the Tray and then pulled out a small piece of paper, a Quill and a little golden pot with red ink.

Gerion knew that inkpot, it was the one that Tywin always used. He looked up to the King and Rhaegar Targaryen met his questioning look with equanimity and a softly spoken command.

"Write what i dictate you and I will be just to your brother."

Gerion nodded dejectedly after the King had spoken and then wrote what was dictated to him.

After he finished the little letter, the King read through it once and then folded it and put it away. He himself then filled both Cups with wine, took one for himself and gave the other to Gerion Lannister.

"To Dragons and Lions and to the rebuilding of trust." said the King.

"To Dragons and Lions and the rebuilding of trust," Gerion agreed.

Both drank from their Cups. The young Lannister was rather thirsty, which made him drink down his whole glass in one big gulp. The King filled the Lions Cup anew.

Again Gerion emptied it quickly, he had not anything to drink since last night when he arrived in the room. The young Lion looked at the King and he felt that his eyelids got heavier and that the tiredness grew in his body. The King only smiled at him.

Then there was darkness.

As soon as the young crumbled to the ground, the Dragon King stepped away to the door, opened it and saw Ser Barristan still standing there with ten of the Royal Houseguards.

"Ser Barristan, please go to my mother, i want to see her in the Great Hall."

"Your Grace," the Kingsguard said irritated, "Surely one of the Houseguards could.."

"Ser Barristan, i asked you." was the cold answer of the young King.

The Kingsguard bowed to that command and left, while the King then ordered his Houseguards to bind the young Lion tightly and to make sure that he would be brought onboard of a small ship at night.

To where, the Guards asked but the King gave no answer, he only gave command that they should follow his orders.

When Rhaegar Targaryen left the room of the young Lion though, his mind wandered to the future. His plans would come to fruition, they would be fulfilled. They must be fulfilled, for he was the Prince that was promised.

Gerion Lannister would be one of the many sacrifices that must be made to fulfill the prophecy, a sad fact but a necessary one.

The Kings mind wandered to the wounded older Lion. This one soon would be no more, not because of the prophecy but because he always had been too powerful.

The Lord Commander would certainly enjoy to fulfill the King's justice.