I'm so pleased at the reaction the first chapter got! Here is the second!

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296 AC

Daenerys hadn't been able to get that day out of her mind. For three years, she had hoped that the black-haired prince would come back, but he never did. Lonely, she sighed as she waited for the visit of the only person that came to see her. Varys was her only companion, coming for a few hours a week to educate her on her family's history, Westeros and the world. She heard the door open, and in stepped the bald man.

"My Princess, how lovely to see you again." Varys smiled sweetly.

"Varys." Daenerys smiled courteously.

"I bring news of your brother today." He said, and Daenerys eagerly sat up in her chair. "He has left Lys and is moving for Pentos at my request, he is old enough to be leading armies now, and Illyrio will help him."

"Will he come to Westeros? Knowing that I am here?" Daenerys asked.

"I'm not sure." Varys admitted. "Would you like him too?"

"I'd like a friend, someone my age to talk to." She sighed. "I'm lonely Varys."

"I know." Varys said sadly. "If it were possible I'd ask for you to be let out of this room, but the King…"

"The usurper is still scared of a little girl." Daenerys sighed. "I understand."

Varys looked at the girl sadly as she turned away to stare into her mirror. He wished he could help her escape he truly did. "I could see if I could arrange something, to stop your loneliness." He suggested.

"What?"

"Durran Baratheon, the boy who complimented your singing." Varys said, smiling as Daenerys' eyes lit up. "It would be challenging, and I'd need to remind you what he can and cannot know about our meetings, but I'm sure I can find a way of getting him to visit you occasionally."

"Please." She pleaded. "It's not that I don't love your visits, I just need… I need…"

"Somebody of your own age. I understand." He smiled. "Leave it with me, Princess. Although he cannot know I call you Princess, nor that I am loyal to your House."

"Of course, you'd be executed." She said sadly.

"Nor can you call his Father the Usurper." Varys warned.

"I won't." She smiled. "Thank you."

Varys smiled at her happiness, and after leaving some food with the girl, left the cell room to figure out a way to help Daenerys.

Durran wasn't used to being summoned by members of the Small Council other than Stannis, as he had recently been assigned to his uncle as a squire. He had been asked to meet Varys at the entrance to the castle.

"My Prince, thank you for meeting me." Varys smiled.

"What am I here for?" Durran asked.

"Our mutual friend." Varys whispered. "I know how you can visit her. Follow me."

Varys started walking towards the city, and Durran followed him. "I thought I wasn't allowed, Mother said…"

"Daenerys Targaryen is very dear to me, and she gets so lonely." Varys said. "I know you've often thought on her too."

"How do you…" Durran started.

"It's my job to know everybody's secrets, My Prince." Varys smiled. "If I thought I couldn't trust you we wouldn't be here now."

"Where are we going?" Durran asked.

"You'll see." Varys grinned, as he led Durran out of the city.

They left a gate, and walked down a path that the commoners used to go towards the sea to swim and wash in, Varys led him into a cave, that seemed to snake under the Red Keep, and Durran was handed a torch.

"This path leads directly to the dungeons, specifically where you met Daenerys." Varys explained. "I've arranged for you to be properly guarded with men loyal to me on weekly expeditions to see the common folk, to try and improve the crowns relations with its people. Every week when your Father takes court, you can come and see Daenerys."

Durran was lost for words. They came to a door, which Varys unlocked swiftly, and led Durran in. They came to the door that he knew Daenerys was behind, and the guard at the table turned around.

"Ah, Lord Varys." He said. "Visiting again?"

"Yes Desmond, I've brought her a friend." Varys smiled. "He can come and see her whenever he likes, ok?"

"Yes milord." Desmond grinned, as Varys threw him a pouch of gold. "She's been quiet today."

"I won't be going in today, Durran here will." Varys explained, as Desmond went to open the door, and suddenly Durran found himself staring at the girl he'd dreamed of for years. She turned around, and her eyes lit up.

"Urm. Hi." Was all Durran could say.

His visits with Daenerys were initially awkward, but they soon found things to talk about and they quickly became one of the highlights of Durran's week, and he was grinning to himself after one such visit as he made his way back into the Red Keep. The girl was often all he could think about throughout the week, but he was brought out of one of his regular daydreams about Daenerys as he got closer to his own rooms by a wail coming from Tommen's. Rushing into his brother's room, he was horrified to find Joffrey thrusting a blade into what looked like the fawn that Tommen had claimed an adoption over. Tommen immediately ran towards Durran, wrapping his little arms around his midriff.

"What in seven hells is going on?" Durran demanded to know.

"Joff… Joff is killing Farra!" Tommen wailed.

"I'm teaching him that he can't befriend animals! They're food and nothing more." Joffrey sneered.

"Tommen's 5! If he wants a pet then let him be!" Durran shouted. "You have no right"

"I'm to be King! I can do what I like." Joffrey laughed, as he started to skin the fawn badly. "Tommen, would you like a new coat?"

"Stop that right now." Durran said, picking up his wailing brother to hug him properly.

"You can't tell me what to do, I'm the elder!" Joffrey sneered.

"Father will hear about this." Durran growled. "Have your teeth grown back from the last time you slaughtered a pet?" Joffrey had murdered a pregnant cat down in the kitchens to see the babies, and Robert had been furious, striking the boy.

Joffrey's eyes darkened, and he withdrew the knife from the fawn and pointed it at Durran. Sensing things were about to escalate, he put Tommen down. "Run to Myrcella. Now." He told his little brother, who nodded and ran as fast as his fat little legs could carry him. Turning back to Joffrey he held his arms out pleading. "You don't want to do that."

"You promise you won't tell Father and I'll leave quietly." Joffrey sneered darkly.

"You promise to leave Tommen be and I won't tell Father." Durran countered. "We're brothers Joff, you don't want to hurt me."

Joffrey looked at Durran with such rage, but put his knife away. Walking out of the room, he stopped before he passed Durran and whispered darkly. "You know nothing of what I want." And left the room.

Durran let out a breath he didn't even know he'd been holding, and composed himself before he went to check on his younger siblings.

299 AC

The past three years had been a time of intense training for Durran. He knew that he need to be a warrior, to help his brother when Joffrey became King, and spent every chance he could in the training yard with Aron Santagar honing his skills. The twelve-year-old was getting stronger as each day passed, working with heavily weighted sand bags in order to increase his strength. Eventually, he wanted to wield a two-handed weapon, either a sword or a hammer like his Father.

Robert had called for a tourney to mark the twins 13th nameday, and after being a squire for Stannis, Durran was entering the squire's melee. He felt fairly confident, even though it was his first true fight.

He found himself in Daenerys' room the night before the tourney. Making the visit once a week for the past two years, the pair had gotten to know each other fairly well. Durran was only just starting to appreciate the woman form, and found himself intoxicated by the elder Targaryen, which confused him even more knowing that his father would never approve.

"So you are actually fighting tomorrow?" Daenerys asked.

"Aye, Lord Stannis finally is letting me enter a melee." Durran grinned. "I've been given brand new armour by my Father. Black as the stag on our sigil."

"I wish I could see it." Daenerys sighed.

"I'll describe every detail to you when I next come and see you." Durran promised.

"You better." Daenerys grinned. She stood up and went to her table, pulling out a ribbon. "I've never given somebody my favour before, obviously, being stuck here. I want you to have it though."

Durran looked at her surprised, and seeing the obvious nerves in her features he grinned and held his arm out. "It would be my pleasure."

Daenerys wrapped the black and red silk around his wrist, and tied it so it was tight enough to stay on, but not tight enough to restrict blood flow. "I know it's Targaryen colours…"

"My armour is black, it won't look out of place." Durran reassured her. They stared at each other in silence for a moment, before Daenerys quickly kissed him on the cheek, falling away just as quick. Durran placed his hand up to his face, lingering on the place that her lips had brushed. "What was that for?" He asked.

"Good luck?" She shrugged shyly. "A ribbon doesn't seem like enough."

Durran chuckled, and walked over to stand inches away from her. She may have been two years older, but Durran was easily half a foot taller already. He lifted her head up so their eyes met, and slowly brought his lips down to hers.

After initial shock, he was pleased when Daenerys melted into the kiss, but stopped himself before his urges just took control. "I hope that was ok."

"Of course it was." Daenerys smiled. Laughing nervously, the pair chatted some more before it was time for Durran to leave, as he wanted a good night's rest before the tourney.

Durran stood in the melee arena, sword and shield at the ready. His sleek black steel plate armour resting well on his body, and a helmet with the stag antlers he had earned from a hunt a year back making him stand out from the crowd. It was too soon to be fighting with a double handed weapon already, Stannis had told him, so he had taken up a Baratheon sigil shield and his one-handed sword. Robert had come down early to watch, and his Mother was also in attendance with Jon Arryn and Stannis, and so the four squires that were fighting all faced the Royal box. With a clap of Robert's hands, a cheer went up from the crowd and Durran turned to face a squire from House Rosby.

He roared an almighty roar, and immediately went on the attack, his sheer strength driving the Rosby squire back to the edge of the arena. He threw attacks at the squire constantly, and the plain shield held by the Rosby squire was visibly denting. Durran didn't let up though, forcing his opponent on his knees before managing to disarm him, as Durran blocked a counter attack with his shield and brought his sword across to knock it from his hands.

"Yield!" The squire shouted, and the small crowd watching all applauded loudly. Grinning, he helped his opponent up and turned to the centre of the arena. Hugh, Jon Arryn's squire, had just beaten a squire wearing the sigil of House Frey, so Durran squared up to Hugh. The Vale squire went to attack, and Durran brought his shield up just in time to parry the blow, as he landed one of his own on Hugh's shield. The pair fought well, as they both managed to land blows on one another. Durran lost his shield first, and frantically defended himself with his sword until he could find an opening, which he eventually did, sending Hugh's sword clattering to the ground. Not letting the Valeman compose himself, he jumped into him. Durran's sword and Hugh's shield both ended up on the ground away from the pair, sending the melee into a fistfight. Durran was grateful for his ancestry then, as he easily overpowered Hugh in the brawl, and a swift blow to the head after a few moments of rolling around over each other knocked Jon Arryn's squire out, and Durran claimed the victory.

The crowd erupted in cheers, and Durran held his arms up in celebration. He looked up to the Royal Box to see Jon looking pleased, yet disappointed, Stannis almost had a smile on his face as he applauded Durran. His parents were who he looked for most though, Cersei looked more relieved than anything.

Robert caught Durran's eyes though, eagerly applauding until Durran felt his left sleeve fall down slightly, and he knew that his Father had seen Daenerys' favour on his wrist.

Durran knew that he was safe from his Father's questions while the tourney was going on, and he never actually thought he'd be grateful to be listening to Jon Arryn refuse the guardianship offer from Walder Frey for Robin to be fostered at the Vale, nor Lysa storming off once Jon mentioned that Stannis was to be his mentor on Dragonstone. He half-heartedly watched the jousting, yet still gutted as he lost a bet to his Uncle Renly in the final, as his Uncle Jaime was knocked down by Loras Tyrell. He laughed loudly as Robert won a Valyrian Steel dagger from Littlefinger though.

Soon the jousting was over, and a feast was being held in the Throne Room, but Durran had been summoned to his Father's chambers as soon as he had finished changing, so he quickly put on a Myrish silk gold shirt and left for the King's rooms. He arrived as Ser Barristan was on the door.

"I don't know what's happened, My Prince." Ser Barristan said. "But His Grace is not happy. And he's sober."

Durran gulped, a sober Robert was never a good sign. Barristan opened the door and he saw his Father, red faced, sat at his desk.

"Father, you summoned me." Durran said.

"Show me your wrist." Robert said sternly. Durran nervously pulled back the shirt to reveal the favour he had received from Daenerys. "What is that?"

"A ribbon?" He asked cheekily, and Robert backhanded him roughly. Rubbing his cheek, he looked up, scared at his father.

"Answer me properly boy or I'll hit you again." Robert snarled.

"It's a favour, from a girl." Durran explained.

"A girl! One from the dungeons?" Robert bellowed. "Has Stannis defied my orders to such an extent that he introduced you to that whore!"

"No!" Durran shouted back. "Uncle Stannis has no idea, I found the room years ago!"

"YEARS! YOU'VE BEEN MEETING UP WITH DRAGONSPAWN FOR YEARS!" Robert roared.

"Don't call her that." Durran snarled.

"I'll call her what I damn like! And she gave you her favour? Are you fucking a lizard?" Robert challenged.

"No! I refuse to sleep with anyone but my future wife." Durran growled. "I don't want a marriage as unhappy as yours."

Robert smacked him again, leaving Durran reeling with a sore cheek. "Careful boy."

"It's true! You hate Mother, and she hates you!" Durran screamed. "I don't want that!"

"What do you want, the Dragon whore?" Robert growled.

"Yes." Durran said defiantly. "I love her."

"HA!" Robert bellowed. "LOVE?"

"YES!" Durran screamed back.

"You don't know the meaning of the word." Robert laughed.

"I love Daenerys, and she loves me." Durran said defiantly, not knowing if the latter was actually true."

Robert glared daggers at his son. "No son of mine will love a dragon. I knew I should have had her killed."

Durran's rage grew. "Don't you dare."

"DARE? I'm the King boy! I can dare as I like!" Robert shouted. "She's using you! Using you so her damned brother can claim our throne!"

"No she isn't! You don't know her! All you see is Lyanna and what happened to her! Daenerys is different, she's kind!" Durran shouted.

"Maybe while she has you under her spell." Robert snarled.

"So what? Marry her to me then." Durran spat, shocked at the words that were coming out of his mouth. "Marry her to me and take away her claim, and further legitimise your own."

Robert was gobsmacked that his own son would even suggest such a thing. "You want me to marry you to that? She'll murder you in your bed!"

"She wouldn't!" Durran exclaimed.

"Get out! If I hear you've seen that blasted girl again, I'll have her hung!" Robert screamed.

"Robert!" A voice came from the doorway, and Durran turned to see Jon Arryn. "Calm down."

"I told you I should have her killed! Now look, she's bewitched my own son!" Robert roared.

"No, she hasn't." Jon said calmly. "They are friends. I've been keeping an eye on them."

"You knew?" Robert asked, betrayed.

"I knew that you couldn't see reason. Think about it, marrying your second son to her not only weakens her claim, it means none that share her blood will sit the Throne."

"I won't have him marry that witch." Robert growled. Durran could feel his anger rising again, and so could Jon, as he gestured Durran to sit down and stay quiet.

"Then don't, just let her have some more freedom, let them see each other with chaperones and observe. This could be good for us, it will stop Viserys from ever being able to gain any footing in Westeros if his sister is on our side." Jon said diplomatically. "The political ramifications are far more important than your grudge."

"My grudge?" Robert asked angrily.

"I understand perfectly how you feel, I've known you for 30 years!" Jon said. "And I know Durran. What would you have done if you had been forbade to see Lyanna?"

Robert sat down with a thud, as Jon's words ran through his mind. "I'd have bashed in the skull of any man who told me that." He admitted softly.

"And how do you think Durran will react if you do that to him?" Jon asked. Durran knew the answer, if Robert forbade him to see Dany and killed her, he would leave the city and his life behind, cursing the Baratheon name. Robert sighed, bashing his head heavily on the desk before lifting it up.

"You feel that strongly?" Robert asked.

"She's like no other noble lady I've met." Durran admitted.

Sighing dramatically, Robert came to his decision. "For now, she can spend an hour a day walking around the gardens with you. You will have two guards and either Jon or Stannis with you. Do you understand?" Durran eagerly nodded. "Right then, get out of here, and take that infernal thing off your wrist. You're a Baratheon, a stag."

"At once Father." Durran nodded, and fled from the room with excitement.

Robert poured himself a large glass of wine, downed it and poured another. Looking at Jon, he asked. "Was I like that, with Lyanna?"

Jon chuckled sadly. "You were worse Your Grace, you were much worse."

I hope you all enjoyed that as much as the first chapter. The end scene I'm not too sure about, in the plan I had Durran scream at Robert calling him a coward, but the writing just sort of took me to where it ended and I'm not too unhappy about that, I'm just not sure if I've written Robert right.

I hope the tourney scene was good as well, and I'm trying to build the relationship between Dany and Durran but I'm not brilliant at the romance side of things, so let me know what you think please! If there's anything I can improve on, be sure to let me know!

Reviews:

onyxhaider98: I'm not sure about the Warhammer yet, probably not as that was Robert's weapon, but we shall see. I'd need to actually see something showing a fight with a Warhammer before I decide. Renly didn't know the children weren't Roberts until after Stannis sent the letters, so I highly doubt any of that would happen, and it won't in this story.

Seraphius: It's just a case of two eggs being fertilised in the same night. Varys has a plan yes.

JaceMaddox: I do enjoy it, it's fun to think of the situations that would change. Some of my decisions obviously get a lot of stick, but that's part of writing. I will try my best to make it realistic, that's why I outlined what sort of thing I won't do, the things that really bug me in Baratheon OC's.

BLACK-OP1: That means a lot, thank you. Dany is the pairing yes. It's the first story where I've had a major partner for the OC from the off, and Durran will be moulded by his relationship with Dany.

TMI Fairy: Joffrey was good in Cersei's eyes, but he was also her oldest child for a time. I'd like to think that with another taking her attention, and Robert clearly favouring a child, he would get jealous easily and this was a chance to lash out.

Guest (Arya): I think you've misunderstood. There is in no circumstances going to be a pairing with Arya, it's one that only gets put in because of the resemblance to Lyanna and Robert, and the only one I've seen it work in is Jasper/Arya in 'A Game of Vengeance and Justice' in the ASOIAF section. This is an OC/Dany fic.

Stannisfan: It's barely a prison. More like a locked room with a single guard at a time, deep in a part of the dungeons that nobody ever goes to. The scene where Arya overhears Varys and Illyrio in Season 1, that's the corridor that it's set in. In regards to the 'realism' this is a world where Dragons are real, a single family trait is very OP (Baratheon looks), Ramsay Snow can beat seasoned Ironborn warriors wearing nothing but trousers, when he's had no actual weapons training etc. The thing with Lynora in AHAH and Durran finding Daenerys is plot points that are important to the stories. I try and keep it as realistic as possible but sometimes you need to stretch your imagination, otherwise there is no point in writing fanfiction, you'll just retell the story over and over again. As for Tyrion, it's an interesting thought, but won't be in this story.

Guest (Durran Tyland): I understand the not rooting for a Lannister, I'm of the same mind which is why I'm excited to challenge myself in No Mercy!

sexybutcreepy: This is a Baratheon fic, so House Baratheon will be the only truly important house. I'll go on about Durran's feelings towards House Stark when we reach canon.

Fat Pat: Maybe, I'm undecided on that.

Blast: She is now, but Robert didn't care for her so just left her to rot.

elaine451: Stannis did take Dany, but he's a duty bound man so would have handed her over to Robert. As for Jon, I can't think of a story that I would do involving Cat knowing from the off, but there are a number of good ones on the site already.

Patriot-112: With Varys helping him, who needs to be sneaky! It was only by misfortune that Robert found out after all.