This is a follow-up to Chapter 1 'Something to ease my pain'.

Lyanna/Jaime.

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PS. Next one-shot will be Ned/Cersei and then I think of writing about Jon Snow.

288 AC

Lyanna knew that Robert had bastards, but this time was worse. He had to acknowledge one. Mother of Edric Strom was a cousin of Selyse Florent, wife of Robert's brother Stannis. Humiliation and shame of Robert's actions were unbearable and still fresh, even after five years of their marriage. Pitying looks of people made her sick. Her husband made her sick, he thought that rich gifts could buy her off. He apologized of course, but she didn't want to hear any of his sweet words and promises. Robert would never change.

"How could you do that to me!" Lyanna yelled like mad and smashed her fist on Robert's desk. Salty tears filled her grey eyes, but it didn't want to flow.

"I was drunk, Lya. I would never do that if I was sober!" Robert defended himself. "I love you-"

"Stop it! I don't want to hear that! I don't want to hear your poor excuses!" Lyanna clenched her hand around the back of the chair. "You said you will change! I was patient! I turned a blind eye to your every single shameful act towards me! I acted like a good wife, too good for you! That's how you repay me?! Drinking and whoring around?! Showing me no respect?! You whoremonger! You liar!"

"And are you faithful?!" Robert roared and threw his goblet of wine against the wall. Lyanna looked at him startled and he repeated his question. "Are you faithful?! I've heard that my wife is fucking someone behind my back!"

"How dare you?" Lyanna stood up from her chair and gave him a glare. "How dare you question my faithfulness when you're whoring freely around the Seven Kingdoms and I have no say in it?!"

"Answer me, woman!" Robert stood up too with fury in his blue eyes. The Kingsguard behind the door were hearing everything, including Jaime. Was he a little scared that Robert asked about her faithfulness again?

"My answer is yes. I am faithful, the word which meaning you obviously don't know." Lyanna sneered and Robert clenched his fists.

"From what I've heard you're seeing someone-"

"Who told you this bloody nonsense? Pycelle? Varys?" Lyanna laughed coldly and Robert reddened on the face, when he left his desk and closed on her, she took a step back, knowing what it meant. He was furious and it always ended the same way.

"Don't piss me off, Lyanna. If I find out you're fucking someone, I will cut his cock off and make him eat it." Robert roared and Lyanna flinched, but raised her head to look him in the eye.

"How can you be such a hypocrite!" She yelled, glaring at him. "You have no rights to tell me what I should or shouldn't do! If I want to fuck around, I'll do it! I'm sick of you! You treat me like I am nothing! Every time when you look at me I wish that Rhaegar Targaryen was still alive-!"

"Shut up!" Robert raised his hand, catching her by the elbow with the other. The door of the office had opened and they didn't even bother to see who it was, they were too engrossed in their fight. "Shut up! You would prefer that motherfucker to me?! You are out of your mind-! " Lyanna knew she shouldn't have told the next words, but the urge to tell him it, to hurt him was stronger.

"I would have been glad if Rhaegar had slain you at the Trident!" Lyanna fell down on the hard floor as strong palm collided with her cheek. High-pitched scream rolled in the office and Lyanna holding her red cheek, quickly turned around, seeing her son running to her and standing in front of his father, protecting her from Robert.

"Don't hurt mama!" Jon shrieked and Lyanna casted a look at Robert. He froze, looking at his son in disbelief. Her five year old, brave Jon defended her from Robert.

"I-" Robert stumbled, shame in his blue eyes and when he looked at his wife, Lyanna swiftly turned her look on Jon.

"It's nothing, sweetie." Lyanna caught his hands with a faint smile on her sore face. Tears welled up in her grey eyes and she had to blink a few times to better her sight.

"But… um… you have a red cheek mommy." Jon hesitated, his face in confusion. His dark grey eyes were looking at her with concern and she wished badly that Rhaegar was alive and saw how his son was brave and how Jon started to look like him.

"Not to worry, my love." Lyanna stood up, wiping her tears. She took Jon's small hand in her own. "Let's go, your friends Loras and Margaery are waiting for us in the gardens."

"Really?" Jon grinned at the mention of Lord Mance's children. Tyrells were staying at King's Landing because of business, probably lending the Crown another amount of gold.

"Of course. Would I lie to you?" Lyanna casted her eyes down, leaving Robert's office. She didn't want to see anyone's sorry looks, especially Jaime's. She was sure he would visit her later in her bedchamber as Robert would be a coward and avoid her for the next few weeks.

"Mama, when Robb and Sansa will visit us?" Jon asked about his cousins. He had never met Sansa as the little girl was only two years old and Catelyn was with child again.

"You have to wait some more time, Jon. You know aunt Cat will have another baby, thus she can't travel."

Lyanna missed her brother Ned terribly and Benjen too. She planned to visit Winterfell soon as well as Dragonstone. Rhaegar had told her about fossil dragon eggs he had found in ruins of Summerhall those years ago and brought them to Dragonstone. Perhaps Jon would be able to hatch them as he was a Dragon himself, the blood of Old Valyria flowed in his veins. Then she would have a proof that Jaehaerys is a Targaryen, not the son of unworthy Robert Baratheon.

"I want to show Robb what I've learnt from Ser Jaime and Ser Barristan." Jon beamed at her, one of his front teeth missing. Jaime praised Jon highly in swordplay, one day he would be an exceptional knight.

Suddenly Jon tugged on her hand, Lyanna lifted her eyebrow. "Yes, Jon?"

"Mama, why I don't have a brother or sister? Just like Robb?" His grey eyes looked curiously at her and Lyanna stopped dead in her tracks.

How should she explain to her son that she didn't want to have children with any other man than his real father whom she loved unconditionally? And who was dead and gone. Her heart stung at the thought. But there was Jaime… Lyanna loved him too. But she couldn't give him any child. It was impossible. But it was true that she longed for another little baby in her arms. Jon was growing up so fast, it seemed like tomorrow to her when she nursed him and he was so tiny and now he ran around the castle briskly and fought with wooden sword… But then again how would she explain to Robert why their baby didn't look like him or her, but like Jaime Lannister?

"Mama?" Jon tugged on her hand again and Lyanna shook her head, kneeling next to him.

"I… I simply wait for the right time." Lyanna shrugged, not really knowing what she should say.

"And when it will be?" Jon asked stubbornly. He wanted an answer at every question.

"Hmm." Lyanna mused and kissed his nose. "When dragons will fly above King's Landing."

"But it's impossible!" Jon said with emphasis, feeling fooled by his mother. "Dragons are dead for over a hundred years!"

"What if they will be reborn?" Lyanna raised her eyebrow. "Don't you believe in miracles?"

"Um…" Jon wondered awhile and scratched his head. "I will ask Ser Jaime about it."

Lyanna only laughed and her mouth stretched into a big smile. Jon treated Jaime almost like father.

"I'll kill him I swear." Jaime hissed furiously, holding her chin and examining purple bruise on her cheek. They were in her bedchamber where she wasn't the queen and he wasn't the knight, she was just Lyanna and he was just Jaime.

"Forget it." Lyanna lowered her gaze, untangling herself from his arms.

Lyanna got up from the bed and started dressing up into her green nightdress, Jaime followed her actions and started dressing himself too.

"I'd killed one king, I can kill another." Jaime whispered in her ear, wrapping his arms around her waist. Lyanna quickly turned around with a frown.

"You had serious rights to kill the Mad King, Jaime. Robert isn't worth your honour." She said sternly, her eyes never leaving his.

"My honour?" Jaime laughed bitterly and she could see sadness in his green eyes for a moment. He tangled his hand in her wavy brown hair and whispered. "I have no honour, Lyanna."

"For me you have. You're a good man, Jaime. Don't even think of wailing about it in front of me. I would think then that you're turning into Pycelle." Lyanna teased and she earned a chuckle from him.

Then Lyanna adjusted his white cloak and looked at him with a sly smile. Jaime sensed malice in her dark grey eyes. She opened her sweet lips and murmured:

"Anyway, the person who will kill Robert is me. He owes me this."