Game of Thrones: What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger

Chapter 4 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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Chapter 4

Tommen smiled gently as he finished getting dressed for school; pulling on school shorts for the first time since he was fourteen.

'These will do.' He thought to himself. 'Feels kinda funny, wearing these again.'

Shaking his head and smiling he left his room; as he did so, he nearly ran into Joffrey. Joffrey took one look at Tommen and sneered.

"Oh Gods look at you." He remarked. "My fag brother is making an exhibition of himself."

Tommen rolled his eyes. "Ah shut up."

Joffrey laughed. "So little brother; you wanted to be a child again…dressing like a kid. Or maybe you're showing your legs off for the other degenerates, looking for some ass to fuck."

"Grow up Joffrey, you're pathetic." Tommen replied.

Joffrey was about to retort when Myrcella arrived, having overheard everything.

"Tommen's right, it's not any of your business Joffrey." She snapped. "Just leave him alone."

Joffrey laughed and shook his head before walking off. Myrcella smiled gently at Tommen who returned it and they too headed downstairs. They had breakfast; Joffrey looking as if he was just barely restraining himself from making any comment about Tommen's new look in front of their mother.

Myrcella shook her head. 'Joffrey is such an idiot; he's unfair too…All those people he picks on. I can't believe he's decided to add Tommen to that list; just because of him changing back to shorts.'

She smiled as she thought of that; Tommen had told her exactly why he was making this change. She couldn't deny she was touched; it was a sweet gesture she felt.

Later, at school, the siblings went their separate ways. Tommen went looking for Robin, ready to talk to him and offer his friendship. As he looked around, he finally spotted Robin and paused, noting he wasn't alone. With Robin was two other boys, the three of them were talking casually. One boy was the same age as Tommen, clad in uniform with trousers; this boy had auburn hair, blue eyes and pale skin.

He was seated on a wheelchair and was dressed immaculately and very neat. The other boy was much younger, being around 11, therefore clad in the under fourteen's uniform, which meant shorts only, he too had auburn hair, blue eyes and pale skin; only his hair was longer than the other boys and his uniform was untidy, generally scruffy.

'Oh guess Robin's a bit busy.' Tommen thought to himself.

He watched as Robin talked with his cousins, Bran and Rickon Stark; despite Rickon being clad in school shorts too, Robin looked self-conscious about his uniform. While Tommen was friends with Bran and knew Rickon, he didn't want to interrupt their conversation. However at that moment Robin looked up and spotted Tommen, his eyes widened.

Bran and Rickon followed his gaze and saw Tommen too, they both smiled, barely reacting to Tommen's change of attire. Tommen wasn't surprised; he had privately confided in them too, for they had been worried about Robin too.

He approached and Robin seemed to finally find his voice.

"Tommen?"

He grinned and nodded. "Hey Robin."

Robin bit his lip, looking awkwardly to his cousins for help, but Bran and Rickon just smiled. Robin sighed and then said the first thing that came to mind, as he was still surprised by it; here he was, no longer the only boy over fourteen wearing school shorts.

"Why…why are you wearing those?" He stammered.

Tommen smiled. "Thought it would be a nice change…plus…"

He decided to be somewhat honest.

"It's not exactly fair that you have to be the only boy above fourteen wearing them, so why not?"

Robin started at that. "You…Wow."

Tommen nodded and Robin realized he meant it; he was trying to help him, not only that, Tommen Baratheon of all people, was talking to him and seemed interested in becoming friends with him.

"Thanks…" He gasped.

Tommen grinned as Bran and Rickon excused themselves, heading for class. Tommen and Robin had the same class so they headed to it together. Tommen bit his lip as he began to feel strange.

'What is happening to me?' He wondered as he observed Robin. 'He looks so, soft…fragile. It's kinda sweet, I feel like I wanna, protect him and…'

He shook his head, confused by his thoughts.

Robin however was thinking similarly as he shyly glanced at Tommen's now exposed legs. 'He's so fit; healthy, his legs look so strong, not like mine…pale pathetic sticks; I wish mine were like his. I wish I could be like him…strong, healthy.'

He blushed as he thought that but continued to make casual conversation with Tommen; finding himself wanting, more and more, to become friends with the boy.

Meanwhile, in class, Shireen sat next to Edric and sighed; it was yet another day. Devan was seated a couple of rows ahead of them. Class hadn't even started yet and she was already bored; however she suddenly noticed something which caught her attention. There was a girl, the same age as her and the boys, with long wavy brown hair and brown eyes. She was reasonably pretty; certainly Shireen felt the girl was prettier than her.

'Isn't that Marissa Frey; Amerei's sister; what is she…' She thought to herself, before remembering and tensing. 'Oh no.'

She remembered that, for some time now, Marissa had been nursing a crush on Devan. Devan looked up and tensed when he saw her; especially since Marissa was wearing her skirt shorter than regulation length, her shirt was unbuttoned at the top, showing cleavage and Shireen sucked in a breath as her position meant she could see Marissa was naked under her skirt.

"Hi Devan…" Marissa greeted him with a flirtatious tone.

"Oh, hey." He replied; missing her tone.

Marissa smiled and Shireen glared, suddenly feeling angry.

'Damn, that Marissa must have taken lessons from her sister Amerei, look at her going commando at Devan!' She thought to herself; before catching herself; horrified. 'Gods! What have I just thought?! That's horrible! Especially when Amerei tries her best to change, out of love!'

She was even more startled by the fact she had such thoughts in the first place. Eventually Marissa returned to her seat, pouting. Devan looked red in the face, but shook his head.

Shireen bit her lip. 'She…flirted with him, but Devan didn't…Gods; the way I was just thinking. That's more than a friend.'

She sighed; suddenly feeling awkward. Now she was certain; she knew with certainty that she loved Devan Seaworth.

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