And here we have another little fic of Game of Thrones. Enjoy it!

"I´m starting to get impatient, Griff" Aegon said. They had just gotten out of their last meeting with Magister Illyrio. Connington just sighed, this being a very uncomfortable thing for both of them. "When am I going to meet my little brother?"

"Well…" dammit, why did he have to open his mouth? Aegon had talked about nothing more than that after he told the boy about his brother´s existence. Even more than Daenerys and Viserys, that were his main question points since finding out his true identity until Jon Connington had the great idea to shut him up telling him that he had the thing he most wanted all his childhood: a baby brother. And where? His dear son asked. Well, in Westeros, living with his useless uncle and abusive aunt in a castle named Winterfell.

And how did he knew about his love´s second child? After escaping to Essos with his king, he thought the second child lost after hearing of Lady Lyanna´s death. Now, he never liked the woman, especially because of the affection HIS Silver Prince professed towards her, but the kid was Rhaegar´s and more than worthy of being mourned. Lady Ashara joined him a few, telling him about what really happened with the child and Stark claiming him as his bastard. He immediately got in touch with his few trustworthy agents in Westeros, to keep an eye on the babe as it grew up. It wasn´t even needed to say that the reports were concerning, but he couldn´t do much with the boy in Winterfell.

"I´m worried" he continued, startling the former Hand of the King. "Illyrio told us that his traitorous uncle´s foster father was murdered by his demented wife and of that fat king moving his ass from MY Throne to fetch his icy friend…"

"What are you worried about then? Your brother is going to be okay and will reunite with his true family soon."

"Griff, you know as well as I that Stark won´t leave anything to luck" the king continued. "If he gets named Hand of the King, he will sent Aemon to the Wall without any second thoughts. No, he has to be extracted now."

"Wait until the invasion is ready to be launched" he tried to make the boy see reason, even if he agreed with him. "Then you can send someone to the Wall with a special dispensation to free your brother from…"

"Stark is probably raising him to deny any special dispensation" the silver haired youth frowned. "No, we have to get him before he joins that order and completes his uncle´s plan."

"Aegon…"

"Please, Jon" the boy gave him a look that reminded him so much of his father that he knew he wasn´t going to be able to deny him anything. "I know it´s too much to ask, especially with us preparing to launch an invasion, but… it´s my only sibling. And after what happened to Rhaenys, even if I don´t remember it, I don´t want to lose another. Besides, isn´t the older brother´s job to take care of the younger ones?"

"I suppose" Connington bit his lip. He had already failed to Rhaegar when he failed to get the boy and raise him with his sibling. Failing again would be… "Alright, I suppose I can make contact with some of our men in Winterfell to arrange a kidnapping… extraction" he sighed, then turned serious. "But don´t expect him to react well since the beginning, he still believes he is that traitor´s bastard."

"It´s all I´m asking for" the boy smiled, making up plans in his mind to make his first reunion with his little brother a success. Then another thought crossed her mind. "By the way, when should I rescue Daenerys? I have heard a few things about her future husband and I don´t believe we should get on with this plan."

"Aegon, it´s the best way" the redhead said. "Khal Drogo controls one of the biggest Khalassars in existence. If we launch the invasion with only the Golden Company, we aren´t going to be able to win. With the Dothraki, otherwise…"

"Are you sure they will follow me if I kill their Khal and marry the Khaleessi?"

"Nothing is sure with those people, but I believe so" the man coughed. He still hasn´t told Aegon about the getting rid of Viserys part, but he knew that he wouldn´t agree with something like that. "Anyway, you should focus on the offer you are presenting to Harry Strickland right now. Do you know what you are going to say?"

"Oh, don´t worry about that"

-In Westeros, days later-

"This is a dumpster" Renly said as he advanced with the royal retinue, Loras by his side, trembling. The both of them were accustomed to warmer temperatures of the beautiful Reach or the Stormlands, not the freezing cold of the North, which no amount of warmer clothing seemed to be able to shield them from. "Why does Robert want to come here anyway? There is nothing but… snow."

"It´s really pretty, all the white" the Flower Knight said, throwing a flirtatious look at his lover. "How do you think it will be like to fuck me in this mantle of white?"

"Freezing… or perhaps we could melt the snow" whispered back the raven, smiling slyly at him. Then he moved to sit himself upright, to keep up appearances, to mask his true self, like any other day in his life. They were approaching fast, after all, and he didn´t want to scandalize any northern lords or their icy cunt ladies.

The master of Laws entered along with his royal brother, finding himself in a courtyard full of people. All of the courtyard bowed to his fat sibling, making him feel like yawning. By his side, Loras examined the heir with a critic eye. He was pretty, just… not their type. His eyes then flied to someone who was on the very back, making Renly divert his attention to his internal debate about which Stark his brother was really in love with, Lady Lyanna or simply Eddard, to follow his lover´s eyes. Woow, that was surely a good specimen. What was a beauty like that doing hidden in the North?

"Did you see Robert´s face when he look at the Stark guy? And that embrace?" asked the Baratheon when they were left alone in a room, Loras having offered to help him unpack to dismiss the maids. "He is in love with the guy, I´m sure of it."

"Then you may have more in common with one of your brothers than you believe" the Tyrell answered, sitting down on the bed. "Oh, do you also have something in common with Stannis the lobster? Because I´m dying to know."

"You offend me" Renly was on him in a second, mockingly forcing the other down on the bed, then licking his neck. "I have more taste in everything than both of my brothers together. Specially in lovers" he kissed his neck. "Tasty"

"Of course" the other put his legs around his waist. Normally Renly wanted to start their lovemaking with a blowjob, but right now he seemed to be eager to be inside of him. And Loras wanted it so bad… "How about the religiosity? You like to "pray" a lot."

"Stannis prays? He hasn´t entered a sept since he was eleven" they kissed. "I will show you pray."

The act began then, the boys losing the track of time until they were sated. After their final climax, Renly laid down against the headboard with Loras on his chest, making circles with a finger on his chest. He should shave those hairs, they were ruining the beautifully milky white skin of his lover. Then he remembered the feast the Starks were throwing… it was dangerous to stay like this more time. If someone managed to surprise them both naked on bed… Loras got up, dressing up really quickly and picking some clothes for Renly to wear during the banquet.

"Why the rush? We still have a good hour or more before having to go down"

"But someone can come up to "wake you up" before the feast" he rolled his eyes, before putting a playful face again. "Do you think your brother has already finished fucking that icy cunt of his friend?"

"Why do you ask? Are you interested?"

"In that stuck up prick? Yuck" the Tyrell made an expression of utter disgust. "No, I was talking about the pretty guy we saw before. Don´t you remember?" Renly put on a thoughtful face. It wouldn´t be the first time they invited another man to their bed, after all a relationship as lasting as theirs needed some spice from time to time, but they have to suit both of their tastes. "What do you think?"

"Wouldn´t be bad" he licked his lips. The boy surely suited both of their tastes, so… why not? "Do you know who he is?"

"No" Loras said, walking to the door with a movement of his hips. "But I plan to find out"

The raven nodded, watching his lover exit from the room. He then dressed himself in the attire the Flower Knight picked out for him, making sure to be presentable for the feast the Starks were having in his brother´s honour. He watched himself in the mirror after finishing straightening up his clothes, perfect. He looked even more dashing in Baratheon colours in the middle of dull Winterfell than in the Capital, with all the protocol and ceremony. Just as he imagined, Loras had an impeccable taste.

"My Lord?" a maid knocked on his door in that moment. "The king and queen are about to make their entrance. Please, accompany me to the Great Hall."

"Of course" the man answered, opening the door and flashing the maid his most dashing smile. She melted, giggling like an idiot before guiding the man to the Great Hall. Just in time to see Robert enter with Lady Stark by his arm. Behind him, his platonic love did the same with Cersei, who looked everything but pleased. Renly shook his head, when was his goodsister going to learn? She needed to lower her ego a bit.

"Hello, what did I miss?" asked Loras, suddenly appearing near him. The knight wanted to put his arms around his lover and kiss him senseless, but they couldn´t do something like that in public. It was a social suicide. "Did you find something interesting?"

"Not much" admitted Renly. "It´s a very boring place, the North" he frowned. "Not like your home. Do you remember all the walks we had through the rose gardens of your father´s castle? Or our galloping down the Roseroad? Those are good. Here instead we have dirty northmen and snow." The raven huffed. "Do you know Robert wants to hunt tomorrow? So like him…"

"Snow can be pretty" said Loras, grabbing a goblet.

"Yes? When…" suddenly, a voice interrupted their conversation. It was the young man from before, the one that caught their attention in the courtyard. He was screaming at a man all in black clearly related to the Starks, perhaps that night´s watchman brother of Ned´s, that he was ready to take the vows, that he wanted to go to the Wall. Around the tables, conversations about young Jon Snow bloomed, informing the lovers who their new interest one. "Pretty indeed."

"Very much" the Tyrell followed the boy´s retreating form until he exited the Great Hall. Then he added "Poor thing, he is convinced that the Wall is such an honourable call… he is clearly deluded"

"Yes…" this left Renly thinking. Perhaps he could do something for him. Jon Snow wanted to go to the Wall, yes, but they all knew that it was not the best place for him. Nor for any bastard of a rebel lord. Humm, yes, he would have more time to exact his charm if he did just that. After all, he was the brother of the king.

The next day, Renly went to have breakfast with Robert, getting surprised to see Stark there. Shouldn´t the man be with his family? He sat down next to his brother, trying to ignore the two old friends getting reacquired with each other. Or at least he did until the Lord of Winterfell mentioned sending his bastard to the Wall. Such a pretty boy surrounded by killers and rapers… that couldn´t end good.

"So, for Catelyn´s sake, I´m now sending Jon to…"

"Why would you send a boy to the Wall? That´s no place for a green boy. Bring him to King´s Landing if your wife won´t have him without you in here" suggested Renly. "Loras is a knight, one of the best in the capital, I´m sure he will accept a such a talented squire." He then turned to his brother. "What do you think, Robert? Do you want your best friend´s child freezing his bollocks off in the Wall?"

"He is right, Ned" the king said, making a shiver run down the Warden of the North´s spine. King´s Landing was dangerous for Jon, too many people knew his biological father in that place. If someone noticed the likeness… but at the same time… "Accept Renly´s offer, his flowery knight is a prancing fool, but he is good with the lance. And the Imp says your lad is pretty talented."

"What does Lord Tyrion know about swordplay?" asked Eddard, trying to make both men see reason. "Besides, Jon is a bastard. Were it one of my trueborn sons, I would accept in a heartbeat, but both Ser Loras and my wife would be very offended of…"

"Nonsense! I already talked to Loras and he says it´s okay" the younger stag continued, mentally licking his lips at the mental image of both his lover and the pretty bastard entwined in a bed of roses, ready for him. "And the final decision is yours, not your wife´s. And she should be grateful enough you are taking the boy far away from her, probably even to the Reach, if Loras returns home with him." he looked at Robert, who also look deep in thoughts and he knew he had won. "Well?"

"Your Grace…"

"Take the boy to King´s Landing, Ned" the man finally ordered, making the Lord of Winterfell grunt in defeat. "The Wall is no place for green boys. If the lad wants to join in a few years, let him, but right now, make a knight out of him. Who knows, perhaps that live suits him."

"I… yes, your grace" finally answered Ned, retiring from the room. How was he going to explain to Catelyn that he was taking Jon with him to the capital? Or worse, how was he going to hide the son of Rhaegar Targaryen in a city full of people who knew the man? This was definitely not his day!

-Months later-

"It isn´t the Hand´s tourney if the Hand doesn´t want anything to do with it" explained Lord Stark tiredly. Jon nodded, sitting next to Arya in the stands. Despite being a squire, he wasn´t going to participate in the tourney. His father forbid him from doing so on horseback and Loras gave him the day off, so he was on the stands with his sisters and Septa Mordane. He blushed when his knight gave a rose to his sister, not missing the wink the man gave him. A wink that made him uneasy.

Since before arriving to King´s Landing, he started to feel uncomfortable in the presence of Loras and Renly, specially because of the commentaries they made directed towards him. if he didn´t know better, he would think both men were trying to get him into their beds. But that couldn´t be, he was a man, right? A little chat between Littlefinger and Renly distracted him from his thoughts, making him stare at both men with a strange look. What was Baelish implying with that "having"? He didn´t understand. It confused him so much that he didn´t notice another person staring at him.

"I don´t like it, Griff" Rolly said to his charge, helping him to put the armour on place. "I know you want to know your brother, but entering a tourney hosted by the Usurper…"

"He won´t find out" he smiled with a frightening expression. "See the giant there?" he signalled out of his tent, right where the Mountain´s camp was. "He killed my mother and, according to the historians, me. That´s why it´s safe, there is no way they will recognize me" he put on the gauntlet, nearly finishing with his preparations. "Tell me, did you finish my special surprise?"

"Yes, but I don´t know why…"

"Then just sit back and watch the show, Duck. I will surprise you"

Much to the Kingsguard surprise and pride, the boy king rode very well, unhorsing opponent after opponent. His technique could improve a little and his ridding wasn´t the best, but he was quick as a lightning and cunning to the top, quickly finding out his enemy´s weak spot and managing to unhorse them without much effort. Like the viper the Lannisters usually associate with House Martell.

"You are doing very well, lad" he complimented his pupil after he managed to classify for the finals. He handed his helmet to Duck, ready to relax for a bit before facing the…

BANG!

A commotion made him fell from his chair, the Kingsguard pulling his sword out. After making sure there was no danger in sight, they went to the yard to see and found the Hound and the Mountain battling on the arena while a disturbed Flower Knight tried to scramble out of their way. Robert screamed at them to stop at the top of his lungs, something that only the dog obeyed at first. Fortunately for the younger Clegane, his brother got his senses back before finishing the disfigurement he started years ago.

"You saved my life" Loras Tyrell announced, making Sandor the winner of the match in his place. Aegon smiled. It was not the Clegane he wanted to murder, but right now everything worked for him. At least to some extent. Besides, they said vengeance was a dish best served cold.

"My King…"

"Easy, Ser Rolly" the boy said, taking his shield. "I´m not murdering anyone… yet"

The king rode into the arena, ready to face the newly appointed semi-finalist. He had him studied already, his technique was lower than the average, but his brutal strength made it up for that. If he got caught by that man in the wrong place… they rode against each other. In the first round, Aegon´s theories were confirmed. In the second, he aimed his lance at a weak spot he saw on his shoulder and…

BANG! The Hound made almost as much sound as his brother when he felt from the horse, making the spectators laugh. Sansa frowned and felt down back into her chair, frowning because the gallant Ser Loras wouldn´t crown her Queen of Love and Beauty anymore. The mystery knight of the Red Shield, as Aegon have been posing, made a victor´s ride around the arena, stopping by the royal box. He didn´t bow to any of them, something that seemed to piss Queen Cersei off, even if the ends of his blue hair were visible to them. His knight then gave him the flower crown of the Queen of Love and Beauty, which he shook in front of the Usurper´s face. He gasped when he saw the blue winter roses, so similar to the ones Lyanna wore in Harrenhal

"You…" before he could say anything, the knight rode off in the direction of the Starks. Sansa recovered her smile. Maybe this stranger have noticed her beauty and grace and, enamoured with it, was going to bestow the crown upon her head. By her side, Arya made as if she was vomiting, while Jon smiled for his sister, happy that her dreams were becoming true.

If only…

Around him, everybody froze as the crown landed on his lap, as for the first time in the Seven Kingdoms a male bestow that on another male in such a public place. The man said some words in an unknown language and galloped away before Robert can snap out of his trance and send the Goldcloaks after him.

"Are you alright?" Rolly asked when the boy and him finally stopped running. Aegon was smiling like an idiot. It was just that… he finally met his brother! And called him lekia! "Do you realise that you probably put the eyes of all the Baratheon clan on him with that little stunt? And in the worst way possible, if that look on Renly Baratheon´s face is something to get by."

"Easy, he will take care of himself"

"And you realise that Griff is going to know about this?" the boy king gulped that second, palling beyond believe. Connington was not going to be happy about this. And when he was not happy, he tended to scream. A lot. At Aegon. "Yes, I thought so."

"Shit"

From a nearby place, a worried Bloodraven looked at them. How was this going to end? Maybe he should keep an eye on Aemon, just to be sure he was alright. After all, the last time a Baratheon got obsessed with a Stark, there was a war. And with Eddard panicking about Robert noticing the likeness between Lyanna and her son, it became entirely his responsibility to watch over the child. He just prayed that Stark wasn´t about to do what he feared he was about to do.

-Some time later-

Jon was desperately trying to get to his sisters, to get them out of the city before the Lannisters that were acting strange got to them, but he was intercepted by Ser Loras Tyrell. He tried to shake the knight away from him, but the man wasn´t hearing anything. The young bastard then tried to escape, but Renly Baratheon appeared to block his way, along with some other men. Before he could know it, he was being kidnapped and taken as a prisoner to Highgarden, where Renly was crowned King by the Tyrells.

"I hope you don´t take us bad, lad" Lady Olenna said one day, when she finally granted him a bit of her time. "But we can´t let you go. You are our key to the North right now and, thanks to my son´s last stunt, so does King Renly" she rolled her eyes. "He and Loras are also pretty interested."

"I am only a low bastard" he answered, not believing what she said. Not the part of the couple wanting him in their bed, because he was certain of it now, not matter how innocent he was. He just don´t know how to react to the news of being a key to the North. No one cared for him enough to…

"Apparently, you are much more than that or your brother wouldn´t have demanded you back from the Lannisters" the woman continued, pouring herself some wine. "And Lord Eddard was very worried about your safety too, that I could see. More than any Lord about his bastard by blow" the woman scanned him with her eyes, trying to find something special about him. he shook her head when she noticed nothing. "Anyway, you are going to be the recipient of our hospitality for longer. Hope you find Highgarden enjoyable, Lord Snow."

"I don´t doubt it, milady" he answered, mentally scolding Robb for putting him on the same level as Arya and Sansa. Seriously, what was he thinking? He should be concentrated on the girls! He didn´t matter, they did! The boy was still pondering about his brother´s motivations to ask him back when Ser Loras entered the room.

"Grandmama! What are you doing here? I thought you were helping Margaery get ready for her wedding" the man said, not taking his eyes off the pretty boy in the room. A pretty boy that was starting to get really uncomfortable with the attention.

"I was about to do that, my dear" the widow talked, walking towards the door. "And please, sweetheart, try not to make our guest feel uncomfortable again. You will gain Renly no points if you returned Lord Stark a dishonoured brother."

"I would never dare" the man smiled at his grandmother, who didn´t believe him for a moment. Anyway, her granddaughter was more important than a bastard boy, so she left them alone. Jon took a step back when the knight moved towards him. "When are you going to accept our proposition? It would be best if you do."

"I will take my chances, Ser Loras" Jon took another step back, trying to block him.

"Suit yourself" the man staid in his place, where he grabbed an apple from a nearby tray the boy hasn´t touched. "Anyway, hope that you are ready to travel, because after this you are accompanying us in a little trip to the Stormlands, where Renly´s armies are waiting for us. Hopefully, your brother´s emissaries will find us there and negotiate for your release… but not before you give us something we want."

"Your Grandmother said don't touch me and I won´t give myself willingly."

"As I said, suit yourself" he turned around. "Your brother´s emissaries better be more understanding, because otherwise you are not leaving us pretty soon."

"They will be"

-Time skip-

"Lady Catelyn" Jon bowed, groaning inside. Of all the people who Robb could send to negotiate with Renly, he sent the only person who would never want to release him. the woman simply looked at him with disdain, accusing him with her eyes. The bastard lowered his gaze, practically hearing her thoughts. She believed that he wanted to escape without his sisters, that he left them intentionally there, abandoning them in Lannister hands. What a cowardly bastard would do, no? Well, she was wrong, but he had no way to probe it. Not with his hands tied behind his back to a rod.

"Keep your words to yourself, bastard" the woman said, turning around. When she heard that Renly had a Stark hostage, she had hoped for Sansa or Arya, but that boy… still, she had a mission and needed to accomplish it, no matter what. Recovering the bastard was not part of it, so…

Jon watched her leave, knowing he was not going to get out of there if Lady Catelyn was doing the negotiation. Ser Wyllis Manderly gave him a look of pity before leaving with his lady. All the Lords in the North were conscious of the opinion she had of her husband´s bastard, so they didn't give him much chances. He followed her until she attended Kings Renly and Stannnis little chat, returning to the camp looking disturbed. There was not even to say that there were going to be problems. Something he confirmed when the riot a few hours later began.

"We have to leave right now!" the Lady ordered, entering the tent they were using in a rush, followed by a giant blond woman. "King Renly has just been murdered, I think on his brother´s orders… but I was there and I fear that…"

"What about young Jon? Are we going to…?"

"Forget the bastard, he is not important. We leave immediately" Catelyn ordered, happy to get rid of the boy. Her knight felt a little bit of regret, but obeyed. She was, after all, their Lady, and the lad just a baseborn child.

If only…

"My Prince" a knight in Connington heraldry saluted Jon, who looked at him as if he were crazy. He was one of the few selected ones the true Lord of Griffin´s Roost, Jon Connington, trusts. After all, he remained loyal despite the change of leadership and spy on them for Aegon despite the danger. And now he had the most important mission, a true honour: Recuing a Prince. The man continued despite the confused look on the lad´s face, untying the boy from his post. "We need to leave while it´s dark and there is still confusion because of the murder."

"Murder? Who was murdered? What happened?" asked Jon, not liking being grabbed and pushed somewhere. He meant, he was glad that he was being rescued after all, but he doubted this man was going to take him to Robb.

"You will understand soon, but we have to go now…"

"I´m not going anywhere with you until you tell me exactly what it´s going on here" the Connington knight wanted to groan. This boy was so difficult…

"I´m sorry, my Prince" he knocked the boy out, lifting him in his arms to take him to the ship. They had, after all, a long road to Essos. Long enough to explain the situation before they met the Lord and King.

Near them, Bloodraven raised an eyebrow. This was not what he has planned but the child was not harmed and the tragedies in his life would still guide him in the correct direction, the Battle for Dawn. Or at least he hoped so, because Aegon already had creeped him out handing him a floral crown in public and he looked too much like Rhaegar despite the colouring to stir old loves in Connington´s heart. He really hoped not.

What do you think? And don´t worry, Aegon is not in love with Jon. He only pulled that stunt to make Ned sweat a little and Robert angry. He didn´t count on Renly putting an eye on his brother. And the kidnapping at the last part... well, Connington was planing to get Jon on their side, but with Aegon´s and Renly´s stunts, he had to take drastic meassures in place of the slow approach he was planning to take. Well, better luck next time, no? Review!