I am so sorry guys for the very long hiatus. I guess you could say that I got hit with a very bad case of writer's block. With Game of Thrones Season 6 starting soon I guess you could say I have been hit with some inspiration. Again I apologize and I promise that I will try and update this story more often. Please let me know your thoughts I hope this story hasn't been forgotten.

Rhaegar

"We should go South, head to Storms End that is where Robert would have taken her I bet my sword on it."

"Which sword is that wolf boy? The one you fight your battles with or the one between your legs?" Oberyn shot Brandon a lascivious smile.

"You would love to see what's between my legs wouldn't you?!" Brandon snarled back.

"I disagree Robert though foolish would never take Elia to Storms End he knows that would be one of the first places we would go." Ned gave his brother an apologetic look.

"Well where then? We know he wouldn't go to Storms End because it is too obvious. He wouldn't go to Dorne because he knows it's too dangerous. I highly doubt he would go near Winterfell either. How about the Eyrie? You and Robert were raised there were you not? Arthur asked Ned.

"Yes we were raised there but considering how hard it is to get to the Eyrie without a guard I highly doubt it. The Mountain Clans would be on him within seconds."

"Well we need to figure out where to start! We are wasting enough time as it is. My sweet sister could be dead by now or have you fools forgotten that little fact? I assure you I haven't!" Oberyn snarled.

Rhaegar sighed. This had been going on for the last few days. Brandon and Arthur making useless suggestions, Eddard shooting them all down and Oberyn getting more and more restless by the minute.

Rhaegar himself had no idea where to look himself. It has been a week since Elia had disappeared and so far there had been no sightings of her or Robert. Rhaegar found this hard to believe. How many 6ft 6 men were there hanging around? And how many exotic looking woman? Not many.

When Rhaegar went to his father with the news of Elia's disappearance and that cursed Baratheon's hand in it he didn't exactly help much. The memory of their encounter still made Rhaegar wince.

"Rhaegar what brings you to my chambers this time?" Aerys snarled down at him from his self made throne in his chambers. It was an ugly thing made of wood and it looked like it was barely holding itself together.

"Father I bring awful news, it's Elia she…" Rhaegar felt his throat nearly close up and his eyes burned with tears "She has been taken in the night. By Robert Baratheon, please father you have to help me bring her back."

He walked over to his father and handed him the bloodstained note that Robert had left behind. Wincing at the sight of his father's abnormally large nails he took a step back. Gods be good you'd think he'd be used to the sight of his deranged father by now.

Aerys squinted at the note with purple eyes that swimmed with madness. "Ours is the Fury? That Baratheon lot aren't exactly what we would call intelligent now are they? Well my son it looks like the young lord has done you a favour."

"A favour!" Rhaegar spat! "Please father I need to call the banners so we can start to look for Elia. Can't you see? He has stolen the crown princess this is treason!"

"I see no treason. All I can see is that my son is now rid of the Dornish bitch that made a mockery of this family." Aerys said calmly

Rhaegar stuttered "How can you say this father she is my wife! You were the one who set up our marriage along with Elia's mother I don't understand-"

"Of course you don't understand! You have always been a fool Rhaegar." Aerys spat! "Hiding behind your books and songs you can never really see! The bitch can't have children any more yet you still cling to her."

Rhaegar was dumbfounded. "But father it is treason! Surely you can see that?"

Suddenly Aerys let out a mad cackle that made Rhaegar nearly jump out of his skin. "What do you know of treason my son? You should be happy! You now have the wolf girl to yourself. Your dornish bitch is gone and so is that young fool that your maid was betrothed to. Now leave! All this talk of treason is vexing me."

Rhaegar could only turn and walk out of his father's chambers. He knew it was no use if he pushed him his father would only turn abusive either towards him or his mother and that was the last thing Rhaegar wanted. His mother had been through enough as it is.

Rhaegar was brought out of his memory by Oberyn slamming down his knife on the map in front of him. Startled he sat up and was about to reprimand Oberyn when he noticed where the knife had landed on.

"Riverrun?"

"Our dear Ned here seems to think that Robert might be on his way to an old friend of his." Oberyn said sardonically.

Rhaegar looked over at Eddard who was standing alone at the door. His long face solemn and his arms across his chest he looked as weary as Rhaegar felt. "Which friend is this Lord Eddard?"

"A young woman that Robert carried a torch for before he met Lyanna. Her name is Lyarra Bracken. They are fast friends and I am sure Robert would be foolish enough to believe that if he brought Elia to her that she would give them shelter." Eddard spoke quietly.

"Would she?" Arthur spoke up from his post behind Rhaegar.

It was Brandon who spoke up this time "Put it this way Arthur. If any man brought a current flame to an old one's home do you think they would give them shelter? I'm pretty sure she would rather scratch Elia's eyes out."

"If she scratched Elia's eyes out then she would soon find herself with no hands!" Oberyn snarled at the same time that Rhaegar retorted hotly "Elia is not a flame of Roberts!"

Brandon lounged back in his chair grinning his wolfish grin for all to see "Whatever you say my Princes. So when do we go on our hunt?"

"At dawn" Rhaegar said with finality. Running a soft hand through his long silver hair he started to write a letter to his mother and it suddenly struck him that this might be the last contact that he would have with her for a long time.