This chapter can honestly land anywhere along the beginning of the 'ACOK' chronology, but for specifics' sake let's just say it falls concurrent with the day of Joffrey's tournament, aka "ACOK: Sansa I" or "Tyrion I" Enjoy.

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"Maester, Maester! Come and see!" The boy rushed up the stairs, hugging his stuffed bear as his mop of hair bounced up and down with every step. Gods, the boy's condition as improved. It had started slowly, with random bursts of energy. But as time grew, he had watched as Robert Arryn began growing stronger, with more stamina than the boy had previously existed. "Maester Colemon!"

"Yes, young lord, I am coming." Despite only being in the middle of his life, Maester Colemon had difficulty in keeping up with the newly energetic boy of six. Colemon had no doubt that the weaning off of his mother's milk had helped accelerate Robert's development, both physically and mentally. Lately the boy had taken to running, having built his lungs up due to the stress of the activity. At the beginning, he would tire easily, but as time went on Robert ran further and longer. It still troubled Colemon, who would watch with uncertainly, but nothing had come of issue yet.

"Maester, Maester! Look!" The boy had approached the balcony with a large grin on his face. "Look in the sky! What is that?"

"What do you mean, my dear- oh, by the gods!" Colemon breathed out as he looked into the sky and took in the sight of the red comet. "Even when the sun shines in the sky…incredible." Colemon had always had a fascination for astronomy, going back to his days at the Citadel, training to be a maester. He clutched at his chain as he stared at the comet in the sky, reminiscing about those days.

"What is it Maester? I've never seen that before." The child's excitement would have made Colemon smile, but he could not bring himself to. Lord Robert was always asleep before nightfall, when the comet had revealed itself to Westeros daily for the past fortnight. Only now had it revealed itself in the daylight, which to Colemon was like seeing it over again for the first time. "It's pretty." The boy remarked.

"T-that is a comet, my young lord." The maester swallowed his nervousness before kneeling down and looking at Robert, hand on the boy's shoulder. "It's a star that streaks by in the sky."

"A star that streaks in the sky?" The boy asked, wide eyed and fascinated. "Is this the first one?"

"Oh no, there have been many comets spotted in the sky." Colemon began listing off the ones that he had studied. "There was the one that supposedly flew in the sky the night before the Conqueror stepped foot in Westeros. Another flew over after the Great Spring Sickness had subsided. Most recently, one had…" But as Colemon looked at the boy, he chuckled. He doesn't want a history lesson, you fool. Just to know about comets. "Well, you understand. There have been many."

"Have any of them been as red as that one?" The young boy pointed in the sky once more.

"No, I'm afraid none of them have been colored red up until this one." Colemon tried to veil his concern. He had heard all sorts of rumors about the comet's meaning. One suggested it was to celebrate the crowning of King Joffrey Baratheon, an idea Colemon utterly rejected due to the revelation his own Lord, Olyvar Arryn, had presented to him. Others stated that it was to signal the return of the dragons, but how could that be if the actual dragons had been dead for more than a century?

"Then why is this one red?" The boy asked curiously. Colemon smiled slightly, remembering back to how Lord Olyvar had also been full of such curiosity. He was thankful that Robert was now showing the same traits, even if he was not as robust as his brother.

"Who's to say, little lord? Perhaps it's a sign from the gods, attempting to show us things in the sky." He looked back up to the red streak, determined to not share his own suspicions about the meaning of such things. "We can only hope that the meaning of the comet can be revealed to us soon."

"Maester." Colemon looked back down to see the boy now staring back in the sky at the comet, wide eyed. "Can I name it?"

Colemon's head tilted to the side. "You want to name the comet?" The boy shook his head softly, never turning to look the maester in the eyes. "Hmmm, I suppose no harm can be done in choosing a name. Go on then, young one. What will you name it?"

The boy thought hard about the issue, looking down at the stone that made up the railing and balcony. Finally, he looked back up in the sky before christening the object with a name. "The Red Tear."

"You think it's a tear?" It was the maester's turn to be curious.

"Well, look at it. Doesn't it look like the sky is crying?" Colemon had to take a few moments to observe the comet to see what his ward was speaking of. Yes, I do see. "You're right. It does look like a tear."

"ROBERT!" Colemon spun around to see a deranged Lysa Arryn, nearly seething at the sight of him and her son. How did she get free?! "ROBERT, COME TO YOUR MOTHER!"

Colemon felt something tug at fabric near his leg, and upon looking down saw the little Robert hiding behind him, absolutely frightened at the sight of his mother. Colemon and Nestor Royce had gone to great lengths to keep the two separated, but somehow she had found a way to escape her apartment. He quickly turned back to Lysa, who was now approaching the doorway.

"Lady Lysa, by order of your son, the Lord of the Eyrie, you are to be confined in your apartment. I command you to return there immediately." Colemon attempted to order in a stern voice.

"GIVE ME MY SON, COLEMON!" The refined Lysa Tully that had arrived in the Vale so many years ago was gone. In her place stood a defiled and paranoid woman who saw enemies everywhere, even within her own family. Colemon had been thankful for his liege's timely return, else the 'Lady Regent', as Lysa had titled herself, would still be ruling unchecked.

"You leave me no choice." He was nervous, for he did not want Robert to see what he was about to do. "Guards! Guards!" Upon his command, three guards he had stationed close by entered the room Lysa stood in. "Seize this woman!"

"NO! NO, I AM THE LADY REGENT! YOU MUST OBEY ME!" Lysa could only struggle for a few moments before she was taken away, her shrieks of fury still echoing in Colemon's ears. As she was taken away, he felt Robert's grip loosen.

"I apologize, my lord, but-gods, no!" The boy's grip had loosened, but not out of relief as Colemon had thought. Robert had begun one of his shaking spouts again, and became ever closer to falling upon the stone floor where he had dropped his stuffed bear. Thankfully Colemon had caught it, and swept the boy up in his arms and swiftly made his way to his quarters. He had developed a serum that had helped to suppress the shakes better than the leechings had, and had two or three vials ready for any given moment. Please, Lord Robert, hold on.

A/N: A shorter chapter than most I think, but it gets the point across that there are still things occurring in the Eyrie, which I feel was long forgotten about until Sansa was brought there by Littlefinger in the canon. Colemon, for me, is a character that will need a lot more development considering he is very minor in the books, but he's one that I feel can be turned into someone who is interesting, especially with his new found responsibilities.

Reactions on this chapter, including Lysa's meltdown and the meaning of the Red Comet, are welcome. Have a good day guys :)

P.S.: Must have misclicked, posted the Olyvar chapter in place of the Colemon chapter the first time...I need coffee. Thanks guys.