Arthur gasped when he felt the blade going through his back, the steel biting hard and unrelenting as it pierced through him. He looked up at Ned Stark, shocked and stunned that the younger man, who he had thought had more honour than the animal Baratheon, would act with such dishonour.

Lyanna was clearly nothing like her brother, she at least had honour. She would have been a good Queen alongside Elia for Rhaegar, his Prince would have made a great King.

But if Ned Stark was here, he did not think that things had gone well for Rhaegar at the battle that he had heard was happening.

If Rhaegar had lost, they would kill Elia, and the children, when they went to King's Landing to kill the Mad King and to claim the Iron Throne.

From what the Healers had said it did not sound as though Lyanna was going to survive the birth of Rhaegar's child. He had been listening to her screams for nearly 72 hours now.

And he was to die on his knees, not even Dawn could save him now even as his hand grasped it desperately. Grunting he refused to die without a fight, and he started forcing himself to his feet, even as Ned Stark raised his sword for the killing blow.

Agony washed through him as he managed to make it onto two feet and started forcing himself upright. Though he could still hear noises around him, they seemed far away and his vision was completely black with the sheer amount of pain he was in, that he was sure that he had been stabbed again.

There was a loud pop that mixed with another of Lyanna's agonised screams, and then a faint roar. And then everything truly went black.

He had failed his Prince then.

His King.

"Easy," The voice was male but soft and a gentle, as a hand pressed on his shoulder to stop him sitting up.

Opening his eyes he gazed up into the greenest eyes that he had ever seen before in his life, the most beautifully unique eyes, and he spent his life around purple-eyed Targaryens. The man above him was truly stunning, inky black hair falling in curling waves around his pale face, delicate and beautiful in a way he had not been able to call a man before.

He was slender and delicate and looked as though he would fit into Arthur's arms perfectly, he had full red lips that looked perfect for kissing, and gave Arthur ideas that he had always pushed away due to his calling at the King's Guard.

But then he was dead, and so those rules did not apply to him anymore, right?

"I am afraid my friend that you are not dead, and you seem to be quite drugged considering you have just said all of that out loud," A familiar voice said just before Rhaegar came into his vision.

"Rhaegar, you died too? I thought so seeing Stark there," Arthur frowned looking up at his friend.

"Quite alive, as are you Arthur. Harry arrived in time," Rhaegar motioned to the raven haired beauty, whose face for some reason was now bright red. "He is bright red because you keep saying your thoughts out loud," Rhaegar snorted in laughter.

"What?" Arthur blinked up at Rhaegar.

"You're talking out loud, and have just complimented Harry quite nicely here. I think I may have to look at rescinding the rules about marriage for my King's Guard, it isn't like you don't all just ignore it anyway, except for you," Rhaegar rolled his eyes.

"He's so beautiful," Arthur smiled at the man, Harry. "As I died for you, am I allowed to court him?"

"You do realise that you're not dead, yes?" Rhaegar snorted.

"I was stabbed," Arthur frowned reaching for his shoulder. He was stopped by Harry reaching out to stop him, and he was quite happy to hold that slender hand instead.

"Oh dear, you are going to be mortified by all this when you're not drugged to the eyeballs," Rhaegar was laughing hard now.

"That is a new scar," Arthur frowned at Rhaegar's face and the healing scar that ran down the length of the right side of his face.

"Harry managed to save me, but I did not come out of the battle unscathed, Baratheon was using dark magic against me, to slow me down, the lot of them it seemed were not going to fight fair,"

"Lyanna!" Arthur grunted in pain when he tried to sit up, Harry's hands pressing him down onto the bed with surprising strength to try and stop him. "She was…"

"She is fine, I was able to heal her in time, it was close, she was exhausted, but she and the babe are fine," Harry assured him.

"Your voice is even beautiful," Arthur sighed happily gazing up into his face.

"Would you like to know what it is that Lyanna had?" Rhaegar asked, trying to save Harry from spontaneously combusting considering how red he was.

"A baby?" Arthur guessed scrunching his nose.

"Oh dear, I think you need to take a sedative, we will speak again soon my friend. But, thank you, for everything that you did, I am sorry that I didn't nearly make it to you," Rhaegar gripped his good shoulder.

"Will the angel still be here?" Arthur frowned turning from the vial Rhaegar tried to press to his lips.

"He will, he has brought himself here for a good while," Rhaegar promised as the angel made the most delightful squeaking noise.

"Do you promise?" Arthur turned to the Angel.

"Is my word not good enough?" Rhaegar asked amused raising his eyebrow.

"You are my Prince and King, but no, I will hear it only from the Angel's mouth, or I will not take the potion," Arthur shook his head holding the Angel's hand closer to his chest as his blue eyes drank in his beautiful features, desperately memorising them in case he never saw him again.

"Still talking out loud," Rhaegar snorted through his laughter.

"I will be here when you wake up, Rhaegar has asked me to stay, and I have nothing at home to go back to," His Angel said.

"Why do you look so sad? Who has hurt you?!" Arthur demanded, trying to sit up again.

"Lay down!" Harry said firmly.

"You look sad, I will make sure you are not harmed again, now I am dead I am allowed to be with you, and I will protect you," Arthur swore.

"You're still not dead," Rhaegar sighed leaning against the bed.

"I don't need protecting," Harry said firmly.

"No, I don't think you do," Arthur frowned up at him, his lips pursing behind his perfectly trimmed beard. "But you want someone to,"

"That isn't wrong," Rhaegar said quietly, "what? It isn't,"

"Take your potion," Harry sighed taking the vial and pressing it to Arthur's lips.

"You will be here?" Arthur demanded.

"I will be here," Harry groaned feeling like he was on fire with how hard he was blushing now.

"Fine," Arthur frowned petulantly. But he opened his mouth and allowed Harry to pour the foul tasting potion into his mouth. "So beautiful, so…"

"Shut up you!" Harry snapped at Rhaegar as his friend roared with laughter as the words were cut off by a snore.

"You're awake," Rhaegar smiled as he walked into Arthur's room and found his friend sitting up and awake.

And looking at the small man curled up on the cot in the corner of his room who was fast asleep.

"It wasn't a dream huh?" Arthur huffed not taking his eyes from the beautiful features of the young man.

"Nope, it wasn't, the first time I see you fancy someone and you went all the way there," Rhaegar chuckled sitting onto the edge of Arthur's bed.

"He is your Harry from Britain?" Arthur asked finally looking at his Prince, or maybe King by now.

"He is. I sent word to him begging for help when I realised how bad things had gone in all directions. He arrived at the Trident in time to realise that Baratheon was using dark magic against me to slow me down. I am lucky that Baratheon needed to be seen beating me and didn't just kill me. Harry cancelled the spells on me, and before they could be recast I was able to defeat Baratheon. We had just finished things up there, when we were told that Ned Stark had headed out to the Tower before the battle. Harry can travel from one place to another in a thought if he knows the coordinates,"

Rhaegar grit his teeth and looked away, a look of anger, pure fury washing over his face and looked at Harry who was sitting up on the cot, tiredly rubbing his eyes but clearly realising what they were discussing.

"By the time we got the coordinates and arrived it was in time to see the blade sticking out your back, the two of them surrounding you as you tried to get to your feet,"

"I did not want to die on my knees," Arthur remembered.

"Cowards!" Rhaegar hissed.

"They stabbed you in the back," Harry hummed in agreement standing and making his way over.

"It made sense for them, they thought I was keeping Lyanna prisoner, they were not going to listen to what I had to say. They knew that they would not be able to defeat me in battle so they did what they could to win," Arthur sighed leaning back on his pillows. "How long have I been unconscious for?" He frowned.

"Three days," Harry answered.

"Three days, but my shoulder feels…" Arthur frowned turning to look at his injured shoulder. The last time he had seen it there had been a blade sticking out his chest.

"Harry's magic," Rhaegar grunted.

"I can only heal those who have some form of magic, or link to magic inside of them, like Rhaegar having the ability to control dragons," Harry explained. "I was not sure that you would react to my magic, but you did,"

"Dawn," Arthur smiled.

"Dawn?" Harry looked between the two of them as Rhaegar made an agreeing noise.

"My sword. The founder of my house followed the path of a falling star through the sky for days and nights, feeling a connection to it that he could not explain. When he came to where it had landed he started to build my ancestral home Starfall, and from the heart of the dying star, he forged Dawn. It has been wielded by the strongest swordmaster of my family for thousands, upon thousands of years. Dawn is as hard and unyielding as Valyrian steel, but it is as pale as the star from which it was forged. Dawn, or The Sword of the Morning, does not get passed to the Heir as with the other houses and their ancestral sword, only one worthy of wielding her, one who she chooses can wield the sword," Arthur explained, glancing to the right where Dawn was resting against the frame of the bed, knowing before he looked where she was.

"Arthur is the greatest sword master in Westeros, probably the world, that is a given because he wields Dawn, the Dayne family always produce the strongest swordsmen, and the strongest of them is the one that Dawn chooses. It is why my father snapped Arthur up the moment Dawn chose him," Rhaegar added.

"That would be a magical connection enough. Can I touch it...her?" Harry asked curiously motioning to the sword.

"Yes," Arthur nodded and kicked his Prince when Rhaegar gawped at him shocked. Thankfully Harry did not notice as he was reaching out to the hilt of the great broadsword. He gently rested three fingers on the pummel and closed his eyes. "Do you feel anything?" Arthur asked curiously.

"She is sentient. The heart of the star, she is still in there. Your ancestor saved her," Harry smiled a little. "She is very fond of you,"

"She is?" Arthur sat up a little.

"Hmm, she sees you as her child, to protect. She is angry for you, she wants to guard you, as you wield her," Harry let go and stepped back. "That is definitely a magical connection, it is the same type as the one that Targaryan's form with Dragons I would say,"

"Aww you're not the only special one anymore," Arthur teased Rhaegar turning to his friend who snorted.

"I would remember who was special enough to bring your angel here to heal you,"

"You did heal me huh?" Arthur smiled brightly at Harry, who flushed a delightful red at the reminder of Arthur's drugged rambling. "At least I can appreciate the blush this time around,"

"You're still healing, so no running around until I say so," Harry warned, turning even redder at Arthur's words.

"I make no promises!" Arthur said brightly.

"As stubborn as you are, I think he matches you," Rhaegar chuckled at Harry.

"Lyanna and the baby?" Arthur asked concerned.

"They are fine, Harry managed to step in and work with the healers to help her. She was and still is exhausted, it seems birthing my children will always cause problems for the women that I love. Elia is fussing over Lyanna and the babe two rooms down from you,"

"We are in King's Landing then?" Arthur frowned.

"Yes. Tywin Lannister heard that Robert Baratheon had defeated me at the Trident, and he showed his true colours by showing up here. My father showed his true colours by believing the lion's traitorous words that he was here as a friend, and ordered that he be let in, with his army,"

"What happened?" Arthur sucked in a breath. There were thousands upon thousands of people in this city and the Lannister soldiers would have burnt the city to the ground around them.

"Cersei Lannister managed to sneak into the city and found Jamie, and warned him about what was about to happen, not through any loyalty to us but because she was worried that Jamie would stand with us," Rhaegar explained.

"She is a young girl and she was scared," Harry huffed.

"Harry has taken a liking to her," Rhaegar rolled his eyes.

"Oh," Arthur scowled.

"Do you not like her?" Harry frowned confused.

"Not anymore," Rhaegar snorted.

"What?" Harry blinked at him.

"It seems as though the rumours about Jamie and Cersei are true," Rhaegar rolled his eyes at his friend who was sitting on the bed stewing in jealousy, only for it to ease away completely as he took in Rhaegar's words.

"And are you judging?" Harry flared up, and Rhaegar resisted the urge to roll his eyes when it looked as though Arthur had just fallen in love even more.

"It would be a little hypocritical considering my family, and they are part of the reason that I am thinking of changing to no marrying rule for the King's Guard. They have clearly been shagging like bunnies anyway," Rhaegar snorted.

"They're in love," Harry defended.

"I'm definitely not one to judge for doing stupid things for love," Rhaegar smiled gently.

"So what happened when she snuck in?" Arthur asked trying to get them back on track.

"She told Jamie what was going to happen. It seems despite breaking his vows of celibacy, he is true to his other vows, and a smart boy. He told Elia what was going to happen, and what his father was planning. She killed my father, slit his throat before he could give the order to allow them into the city and took control until we could get here,"

"She was quite impressive when we arrived, she was ruling this place with an iron fist, no one dared to try and overthrow her," Harry hummed.

"Of course she was," Rhaeger radiated love as he spoke about his wife.

"Mr..Lord...Ser...erm…" The soldier who knocked and poked his head into the bedroom floundered as he tried to work out what he called Harry.

"Ser," Rhaegar said firmly.

"Rhaegar!" Harry protested.

"Ser Harry," Rhaegar insisted.

"Rhaegar," Harry huffed.

"Ser Harry, Queen Elia is asking for you in Queen Lyanna's room," The soldier said looking more and more flustered.

"Am I needed?" Rhaegar frowned starting to stand.

"Queen Elia said that this was a feminine and healer issue and you were to stay here," the poor soldier looked mortified at having to say such a thing to his King.

"I will be back in a moment, don't let him leave the bed or I will hold you responsible," Harry warned.

"Yes Ser,"

"Prick," Harry called cheerfully over his shoulder.

"So," Arthur said the moment the door shut. Rhaegar turned to see his friend looking at him with intent blue eyes, sitting up straighter. "The celibacy rule is coming out huh?"

"Planning on doing something if it does?" Rhaegar rolled his eyes.

"Is he staying? I remember you saying that he was," Arthur pressed.

"Yes, he is. I sent to ask for help from him, him coming here means that he can't go back without facing a severe political situation that would probably end up with him in prison," Rhaegar sighed turning and laying down flat on the bed. "I would feel guilty but he has pretty much was a prisoner in his own home, at least coming here he will have freedom and be treated the way he should be,"

"He has been badly treated?" Arthur frowned but as Rhaegar opened his mouth he interrupted, "no don't tell me, only he should tell me,"

"Hmm," Rhaegar smirked before standing.

"Where are you going?" Arthur frowned.

"To officially change the rules for the King's Guard, can't have you breaking your vows," His King shrugged.

"Or Jamie Lannister apparently," Arthur snorted shaking his head.

"Arthur?" Rhaegar paused in the doorway, his hand on the door handle.

"I won't hurt him," Arthur promised quickly, achingly aware of his lack of relationship experience and the fact that Rhaegar appeared to be changing the rules on marriage and celibacy purely because Arthur had an attraction his this strange wizard, and because Jamie Lannister was shagging his sister.

"Don't hurt yourself either. The two of you are important to me, and I think that you will be good together, something tells me that maybe this is fate, that this is our reward for the things that we have had to suffer through," Rhaegar turned to face him, and all sign of his laughing friend was gone. This man was a King. "My reward is Elia and Lyanna and our children, I believe fully they are the reward for what I have suffered through and what I will now have to suffer through, fate has placed them at my side to make sure that I can make it. I believe that you and Harry were meant to find each other as a reward for what you have both suffered, there is something there. So just be careful with his heart, but be careful with your own as well," Rhaegar said softly before nodding and turning, leaving the room before anything else could be said.

"So, how did you and Rhaegar meet?" Arthur asked curiously.

"Really that is what you're going with?" Harry asked a little amused, glancing up from where he was checking Arthur's shoulder over.

"I am bored because someone will not allow me to leave my bed, indulge me, I am curious. And I am the Head of the King's Guard, it is my job to vet everyone in the King's life," Arthur said.

"Do you think I am a threat?" Harry frowned a little, and there was something on his face that made Arthur want to reach out for him, so aware of the difference in size between them.

"Never, you have practically single-handedly saved the entire royal family when you did not need to," Arthur snorted.

"I didn…"

"You did, I hate to think what would have happened to Rhaegar and Elia if they had lost Lyanna and the babe as well," Arthur sighed.

"Oberyn Martell is making his way here as we speak, he is not apparently best pleased with what has been going on," Harry bit his lip after he told Arthur.

"Thank you, the last thing I need is the Viper poisoning Rhaegar before Elia can tell him that she as in love with Lyanna as Rhaegar is," Arthur snorted. "Can you do something about poisons?" He frowned.

"I can't do anything to prevent poisonings besides casting spells over their food to check, but I can do something if they are poisoned, as long as they are someone with a magical connection," Harry answered, going back to checking Arthur's shoulder.

"Lyanna, how did you…"

"She said something about her family having connections to Direwolves and sometimes being able to tame and control them the way Targaryens' can with Dragons,"

"So, you and Rhaegar…."

"Are you that bored?" Harry laughed, and it was a beautiful laugh.

"Yes, and curious, I would like to know more about you. Rhaegar spoke about you of course, but he did not explain how you met properly, he just enthused about you," Arthur shrugged, noting happily that he shoulder did not twinge much with the movement.

"It was when he came to Britain to try and soothe over the diplomatic mess his father had made with us. I was at the time one of the Aurors set to guard our muggle Prime Minster before...before I was removed from that duty. We ended up talking because he was bored of talking politics. I was shocked how easy he was to talk to and suddenly found him writing to me when he returned home and realised that he was a friend,"

"You indicated that you would not be allowed to return home?" Arthur asked carefully.

"Britain has not been home for me for over a year now. I...I am powerful, my magic, stronger than a lot of people in Britain. Most of them would not have been able to apparate here, helped at the battle, apparated to the Tower, healed you and Lyanna and Portkeyed us all back to King's Landing. They became suspicious of my power," Harry frowned at his hands.

"They sacked you?" Arthur frowned.

"I didn't do anything, I promise, it was just my power levels," Harry turned around looking so desperate to be believed that Arthur was on his feet in a second and holding his shoulders.

"I do not believe that it was anything that you did, people do stupid things when they feel threatened, and they feel threatened over stupid things," Arthur assured him.

"You shouldn't be up!" Harry grumbled. He went bright red as he wrapped his arm around Arthur's thick, muscled waist and eased him back onto the bed, Arthur standing what had to be a foot and a half taller than him.

"How long ago since they sacked you?" Arthur asked curiously allowing himself to be lowered to the bed, though he could have done it himself.

"Two years, and I have been watched like a hawk since. I wasn't even really allowed to even leave the village I lived in, I wasn't officially under house arrest. I didn't know what I was going to do, and the wards that they had placed around me were unbreakable without me punching my way through them which…"

"They would see as a threat," Arthur finished.

"I punched my way through them. When Rhaegar contacted me I knew it was on a small-time limit, and the government would never let me come to him anyway, I would have spent months filling in paperwork. I grabbed the things that wanted and needed to bring with me, and I punched my way through. Rhaegar has said that he has already made me an official citizen here. If I ever return to Britain I have no doubt I will be clapped in magical restraining cuffs and thrown in the darkest pit that they can find,"

Arthur watched Harry shiver at the mere thought, rubbing his wrists where the cuffs would rest as though he could already feel their cold bite already. His own large, warm hands wrapped firmly around those slender wrists and held on when Harry jerked in shock, pleased to note that the tension in Harry's body relaxed as heat from Arthur's palms soaked in and chased away the phantom feeling.

"Thank you for telling me. Now that I know I can best guard you. Rhaegar, myself and the Queens would not allow anything to happen to you, and I know none of the King's Guard would let anything happen to you. You saved the life of the man that we all love and respect, you saved his wives. You saved me. You belong here now, and power in this castle is never feared it is respected," Arthur said firmly.

"Thank you," Harry flushed a little under the intent gaze of the knight, his blue eyes burning as he looked at Harry.

"You saved Rhaegar when I could not be there to protect him, you saved Lyanna from something that I could not save her from, no matter what is between us, it doesn't change the fact that you did that," Arthur said honestly.

"Between us?" Harry's cheeks turned red again and he averted his beautiful green eyes.

"Yes, between us," Arthur said nothing more allowing the intent look in his eyes as he stared at Harry to say everything else.

"I…"

"Harry, Rhaegar requires you in the throne room," Elia walked in before pausing in the doorway as she looked between the two of them. "Am I interrupting something?" She smirked looking between them.

"No!" Harry flustered adorably.

"Yes," Arthur answered tightening his grip on Harry's wrists when he tried to pull away. The young wizard looked at him, and then to Arthur's delight, he turned his hands so that he was gripping Arthur's wrists back.

"I will go to him now," Harry smiled shyly at Elia. Arthur sighed sadly but let go of the younger man. "Be careful with your shoulder," Harry warned touching his hand to Arthur's good shoulder before he finally stepped back and hurried out the room, ducking his head when Elia smirked at him on his way passed.

"Well well well Rhaegar wasn't exaggerating about you and he," Elia drifted into his room and dropped down onto his bed. "Have you always found the male form pleasing?"

"Yes," Arthur huffed, knowing his Queen well enough to know that she would not give up.

"But none have tempted you enough before now?"

"Rhaegar has only just changed the rules, I am allowed to look now,"

"He changed it because he saw the look in your eyes when you looked at Harry. He had one of his feelings," Elia dropped back to lie on the bed.

"Really?" Arthur perked up. He and Elia had discussed before now that they believed some of the powers of Daenys Targaryen was in Rhaegar, his 'instincts' or 'feelings' proving to be more accurate to not have a magic or power to them.

"Really. I am going back to my wife and new son, you rest up so that you can show off to you love," Elia breezed out the room.

"The Lords and Ladies will be here soon and we are not ready, this is not what I want them to see!" Rhaegar thundered.

"Have you really sent your servants and Knights running because you're freaking out about interior decor?" Harry snorted as he walked into the throne room, the very empty throne room. Only Rhaegar, Elia, Lyanna, Arthur and Jamie stood in there.

"And where have you been? I sent for you hours ago!" Rhaegar snapped, but he stepped back when green eyes narrowed on him dangerously.

"Do not mistake me for your pet wizard Rhaegar, I do not come when you click your fingers! I told you that I was leaving King's Landing for a few hours, just because you are freaking out does not mean I am at your beck and call!"

"Harry," Rhaegar hurried down the steps when his friend turned to leave the throne room. Arthur's hand tightened on the hilt of his sword as he fought not to move from his spot, fighting not to step in or chase after Harry himself. But if Rhaegar was to keep the change of law in King's Guard being allowed to marry, to be with someone, he needed to prove as much as the others that this would not interfere with their duties.

And besides that, no matter how much he wanted to step in for Harry, the younger man was more than able to protect himself, and more than able to stand toe to toe with Rhaegar.

"I did not mean it like that Harry, I am sorry," Rhaegar groaned shoving his hand through his pale hair. "I am freaking out because the Lords and Ladies will be here soon, and we are not ready. This first impression is the most important to make, and it has to be the right one,"

"Very well. What do you want it to look like?" Harry sighed drawing his wand.

"What?" Rhaegar frowned.

"I can change it, just tell me what you want it to look like," Harry waved around the room.

"No, Harry I can't...you are right you are not my pet wizard and…"

"Do not be stupid, I made my point, you understand it. I want to help, so what were you wanting?"

"No Harry I…"

"Arthur, what was it that he was muttering about?" Harry turned tho the King's Guard whose lips twitched.

"I am afraid that I can not say," Arthur grinned.

"Fine, Jamie," Harry raised his eyebrow at the younger man, green eyes intent and burning as they looked at the young blond.

"He wanted it lighter," Jamie blurted out.

"Remind me to train you on withstanding interrogation," Arthur snorted.

"Lighter, I can do that," Harry nodded and flicked his wand.

"Can you do something with the stained glass?" Rhaegar sighed walking to the middle of the throne room and dropping onto the floor tiredly.

"What do you want?" Harry asked tapping his wand against his lip as the others walked over, Lyanna dropping into Rhaegar's lap as Elia sat down against his side holding their babe close.

"I actually have an idea for that," Lyanna said, a little uncertainly, but she dug paper from her pocket and held it out to Rhaegar.

"This is perfect," Elia smiled happily looking at the image.

"It is, this can you do this?" Rhaegar asked hopefully holding the paper out to Harry.

Harry and Arthur looked at the image on the paper, the two of them smiling at they looked at the image Lyanna had created for her family, the knight taking the chance to stand close to Harry to see the paper.

"This I can do," He nodded rolling his sleeves back a little and pointed it at the first window.

The dark, smoke-stained glass was cleaned first and then the image of flames that the glass currently bore, a threat from Aerys to everyone that was around him, disappeared under Harry's magic, seeming to melt away, shifting like oil in water.

In its place stood a three-headed dragon, with piercing red eyes, its wings were held out both in attack and protection, sitting in front of it, smaller but powerful and noble, sitting sure and strong was a white direwolf of House Stark with red eyes, and behind the dragon was the burning sun of House Martell pierced with a spear, smaller than the dragon but bright, burning and giving.

The three rulers of Westeros were meant to fit together, they were like puzzle pieces, two would not fit without the third. And looking at the three of them sitting together on the throne room floor Harry could not help but smile with pride, and growing love for the family who had taken him in and accepted him. Rhaegar had been his sanity for so long, and now he had given him his freedom, no matter his temper tantrums, Harry knew that he would always be a friend to Rhaegar first, not servant.

He turned his head and found Arthur looking at the four members of the royal family with pride and love, his expression said that he would do anything and everything for them. He loved Rhaegar and his wives, he was clearly loyal to him and he would be willing to die for his King, for his friend. He was a loyal man, and chivalrous, he was a true Knight, like from the stories Harry had read while hiding in the library during the summer between attending Hogwarts.

Bright blue eyes turned to Harry and a lock of chestnut brown hair fell into his blue eyes as he looked down at Harry, his smile changing into something different, something gentler, more tender, something secret that seemed only to be for Harry.

Something that never failed to make the younger man blush.

"What next?" Harry turned back to the trio.

"Can you create two more thrones, mirrors of each other and place them at the base of the dais?" Rhaegar asked.

"Rhaegar no you can't that is not…"

"Too long has it been pretended that the Kings do not need advice from any and that their wives, their queens are nothing but broodmares. There is a three-headed dragon as my House sigil for a reason! It represents Aegon and his sister-wives, the three of them powerful and tied together. Not a lone dragon. You are both my balance, and you are both my queens. You should sit with me," Rhaegar argued back before looking at Harry.

"I can't create them, but I can transfigure them. I can…" Harry started to say and then paused, clearly not sure what Rhaegar would make of whatever he was about to suggest. Arthur felt a surge of hope growing in his chest when Harry absently stepped towards himself in the moment of his uncertainty.

"You can?" Rhaegar asked, smiling gently at his friend.

"I can take a blade from the throne for each of the Queens' thrones, I can transfigure the thrones from the blades," Harry offered.

"No!" Lyanna objected.

"Yes! It is perfect," Rhaegar agreed at the same time.

"Rhaegar!" Elia hissed.

Arthur and Harry stood there for the next 15 minutes watched the three of them argue back and forth, Jamie was standing awkwardly with baby Jaeharys held in his arms where Elia had pressed him as the three rulers stood to carry on arguing.

"So...I am off duty this evening," Arthur said around the arguing.

"Oh, ok," Harry glanced up at him, green eyes boring into Arthur as they willed him to say what he hoped he was about to say.

"Will you have supper with me?" Arthur asked.

"What?" Harry blinked.

"Supper, with me, tonight, on a date?" Arthur smiled brightly at him. Harry could see why it was that he was calling the Luahging Knight, he seemed to always have a light smile ready and willing, and he seemed to have a lightness around him despite the seriousness of his position, and the fact that Harry had no doubt that when he wanted to be, this man could be lethal, brutal and vicious when he wanted and needed to be.

"I...I...really...I erm…"

"Is that a yes?" Arthur grinned stepping closer.

"I..erm...oh...erm…"

"Yes?" Arthur was even closer, and then Harry's already scrambled thoughts were gone. The best that he could manage was a nod. "Wonderful, I shall collect you from your rooms at 19:00 hours then?"

"I...erm...hum...erm," Harry stammered before nodding again.

"Wonderful now that you have sorted that out, Harry," Rhaegar cleared his throat.

"Am I hacking up your ancestral throne then?" Harry coughed blushing bright red as he turned to the three royals.

"Yes you are," Rhaegar nodded. The two Queens did not look best pleased but they also nodded.

"Ugh, that is just painful to watch," Jamie grimaced turning his head away from the sight of Harry using his magic to cut off two blades from the hallowed throne of Westeros.

Arthur felt the same way, the throne was as legendary as the Targaryen name now, it was written into the history of Westeros and its rulers, for good and bad, and he had no doubt that had Robert won the rebellion his traitorous arse would have sat on that throne, and his children.

But it was fascinating to watch Harry's magic, watch as he placed the two blades on either side of the base of the dais, using his magic to make sure that they were an equal distance apart and away from the steps. Then his magic set to work.

The metal seemed to become like liquid, shifting and then stretching and expanding beyond what it should be able to, reaching up and flowing out the way like liquid mercury until they started forming the shape of a throne. They were smaller than the main throne, and Arthur noted that they were very neutral in design. He had expected feminine, delicate thrones, but he realised Harry was not just designing these thrones with Rhaegar, Elia and Lyanna in mind, he was thinking of the fact that Rhaenys would be the next to sit on the Iron Throne, and it would be her husband, or husbands, that would sit on the thrones that Harry was now designing.

The thrones were grand, stretching up high and tall creating a towering effect, and Harry pulled the metal forward a little so it felt as though they were reaching out to you, while also protecting the person seated inside of it. As soon as the thrones took shape, a pattern started carving itself into it, Harry's brow furrowing in concentration as he worked the design of flames into the metal, looking so real that Arthur expected to reach out and feel the heat.

At the very top of the throne in the pointed arch that Harry had designed into it, the pattern of Rhaegar and his wives was also carved into the metal, the three-headed dragon, the wolf and the speared sun.

"Do you mind…" Harry turned as soon as he was finished, the thrones still shimmering as they set, but he seemed to have had an idea and was motioning to the floor.

"Of course," Elia nodded encouragingly.

Harry felt a flash of something when he pointed his wand at their feet and started casting without thought, excitement running through him at seeing the throne room coming together that he did not think about what he was doing, none of them winced or even moved when his wand was turned directly in their direction and started casting.

He had barely been able to look at people over the last two years without them wincing or stepping away from him, if he had turned his wand on anyone, they would have been firing everything that they had at him in a second. These people just looked down at their feet curiously waiting to see what he was about to do.

His heart warmed and the part of him that he had feared was dying off, the part of him that wanted to trust people, opened like a flower bud in the sun as he carried on casting.

"Harry!" Lyanna gasped happily as the image under their feet finished forming. She and Elia dropped to their knees and reached out to touch the image, while Rhaegar turned in a circle taking it in, Jaeharys held safely in his arms.

The red three-headed dragon looked as though it was made of rubies, shining and glimmering in the light now flowing through the stained glass windows, the claws, eyes and tongue like white diamonds. The white Direwolf glittered like diamonds, the eyes like rubies and the claws and teeth black obsidian that shone with a harsh, unmoving beauty. The sun looked like it was made of fire opals, exploding with light as the sun hit it, and tracing around the edges of the sun and all its points were hundreds of thousands of rubies, the spear through it looked as though it were made of pure gold, its edges traced with diamonds.

"Is it ok?" Harry asked nervously as they stared at it.

"Harry!" Lyanna hurried over, throwing her arms around him and hugged him tightly, Elia only moments behind.

"It is perfect!" Rhaegar had not taken his eyes off of the new Sigil.

"I can change it if you want anything that…"

"No!" Elia shook her head.

"It is perfect!" Lyanna agreed, turning back to look at the massive sigil that would be able to be seen from all areas of the room.

"It is amazing, your magic, is amazing," Arthur dared to reach out and take Harry's hand as he came to his side, the two of them standing watching the King and Queens stare at the Sigil awed, pointing out bits from it that they loved.

Arthur started when Harry stepped behind him and pressed his face into his shoulder, pressing close even though his armour could not have been comfortable at all, his small hand was clenching Arthur's hand tightly.

"Harry?" Arthur asked concerned.

"I have not heard that about my magic, I have not heard anything positive about my magic, in a long time," Harry's voice was soft and hurt.

"Not anymore," Arthur promised. "Not anymore,"

"Rhaegar!" Harry whined.

"I'm sorry, I am sorry!" Rhaegar laughed.

"You're meant to be helping me, not teasing me," Harry growled throwing a top at Rhaegar.

"Sorry, I am sorry," Rhaegar held his hands up. "Right, wait here," he said holding his hands up placatingly to Harry before hurrying out of his rooms.

The Wizard groaned and dropped face-first down onto the bed in his new rooms in The Red Keep, mumbling to himself. It had been a ridiculously long time since he had been on a date. No one had, of course, wanted to date him over the last two years, barely anyone had dared to be associated with him for fear that they were accused of consorting with him. And before that, he had been quite focussed on his career as an auror and on protecting the Minister of Magic and Prime Minster, being assigned to protect two of the most important people in Britain near constantly, in what he had taken as a sign of his career advancing.

This was something that he had little experience in and Arthur was so incredibly handsome and charming. He was built like a Knight, his strong shoulders powerful and wide, his arms and thighs were wide and powerful and they showed the hard work and strength that his training had given him. He was always put together, even when he had been healing he had looked so handsome, his brown hair was swept back and made Harry long to run his fingers through it, his facial hair was trimmed and managed to look rugged and noble at the same time. His blue eyes were piercing and burningly intelligent, they seemed to take in everything around him, and Harry had no doubt that they did, it was what he did, it was what made a good guard.

"Ok, up you get," Elia swept into the room, Rhaegar a few steps behind her with a pile of clothes thrown over his arms.

"What but, what about my clothes?" Harry frowned at the pile of clothes around him.

"I love you Harry, but no!" Elia shook her head. "And I will be taking this as permission to be able to completely refresh your wardrobe, after all, you are now a member of this country and our court, you have to look and dress the part," Elia said with her normal gentle levelheadedness that meant you could not really argue with her.

"I'm..." Harry looked at the clothing surrounding him before shoving it off the bed into a pile, it was all British clothing anyway, mostly clothing that Hermione had bought for him. "Ok," He nodded firmly at Elia.

"Yes!" Elia said excitedly before grabbing something off the pile Rhaegar was holding. "Try this first!"

Arthur felt as though he was about to swallow his tongue as he stared at Harry hungrily. He was wearing fitted white cotton trousers that looked both comfortable and left nothing much to the imagination. He was wearing a wrap around white cotton top that was a couple of sizes too big for him, it had been tucked in on one side and left to hang over his hip on the other, laying open at the chest exposing his glowing white skin, teasing just enough while not showing anything.

"Wow," Arthur licked his lips as he looked down to the sandals on Harry's feet feeling oddly intimate, dragging his eyes all the way up to meet beautiful green eyes, "Wow,"

"You look…" Harry blinked at the knight. "Wow, you look really…"

"Thank you," Arthur smiled realising what Harry was trying to say and saving him from carrying on, worried that he was about to burst into flames if his blush got any darker.

"Where are we going?" Harry asked curiously as Arthur offered his arm to him.

"That is a surprise, I dragged Jamie and Cersei in to help me get it set up in time after I got off duty today," Arthur chuckled.

"They seem to be doing well, considering everything that has happened. I think that Tyrion will be someone great given the chance to be away from his father's hatred now," Harry said thoughtfully as they walked.

"That is where you have been going?" Arthur smiled a little to himself.

"He is only a boy," Harry shrugged. "Cersei is ambiguous towards him, she blames him for the death of their mother, Jamie adores him though. He has an amazing mind, I think that he will have a lot to give to this country when he is older," Harry said thoughtfully.

"You have a good heart, and you are good with the children," Arthur felt a small stab as he said it.

"I have noticed that you are good with the children as well," Harry smiled at him.

"I have come to terms with the fact that children are not in my future. I am King's Guard, that until last month has meant of course that I was not allowed to have a personal relationship. I was resentful at first, but then I saw the King that Rhaegar was going to become, and it became a matter of surviving Aerys' rule to get to see Rhaegar sit on the Iron throne and getting to see the vision that he had for this country become true, I was willing to die to protect Rhaegar to make sure that he became King, he was everything that we needed. Now, he is King and he has changed the rules, but it does not change the fact that I am gay, children are not going to be for me," Arthur sighed.

"I…" Harry started to speak before turning bright, burning red. It was a colour that Arthur was getting used to seeing on the British Wizard, and it was something that he was glad to hear that only seemed to happen around him.

"What is it?" Arthur asked as he started leading Harry up a staircase.

"I can...I mean, part of my magic means that I can…" Harry stammered. It took the Knight a moment before he realised Harry was trying to tell him.

"Oh, you can...really?!" Arthur felt his own face burning as his mind spun.

"Yes, it is something that all my people can do," Harry nodded scrubbing his hand over his face.

"Oh...right," Arthur said lowly as they stepped onto a small corridor and then stopped in front of a door.

"Oh right?" Harry asked concerned.

"I am trying very hard not to imagine that right now," Arthur admitted mortified.

"Oh...oh!" Harry bit his lip shyly.

"I am jumping ahead a little, first, our date," Arthur pulled himself together, offering Harry his arm again.

Harry gasped when he walked out onto the roof of one of the Tower's of the Red Keep and saw the scene that Arthur had put together for them. The roof was covered in glittering lanterns, and at the centre sat a table with two seats, their food laid out and waiting for them under protective covers.

The Tower overlooked the Blackwater glimmering in the setting sun, looking over King's Landing.

"It's beautiful," Harry smiled seeing the nerves in Arthur's eyes.

"You like it?" Arthur sighed relieved leading Harry over.

"It is amazing,"

"I haven't done this before, well ever, I beg patience if I do something wrong,"

"I am not really experienced with this either," Harry shrugged as Arthur seated him at the table before sitting down himself.

"You're not? But you're kind, and clever and beautiful," Arthur said surprised.

"You need to stop saying things like that," Harry groaned.

"Why?" Arthur laughed.

"I think that I am going to combust if you carry on," Harry cupped his own cheeks.

"I apologise, but seriously, I would have thought that you would have had partners knocking at your door before,"

"I have always been pretty shy and uncertain except when it came to magic and Defensive and Offensive magic. I never really made the effort myself, focusing on my career first, I thought that I would have time. And then everything happened and no one wanted to associate with me. I have had only a couple of relationships,"

"I like that you will understand," Arthur said softly taking the covering from their food, filling the air with the amazing smells of Westeros food that he was coming to love.

"Understand?" Harry asked.

"My duties to Rhaegar and the Royal family, that that is important to me and is a large part of who I am," Arthur met Harry's eyes. "You understand because it has been your calling, and I think that it still is for Rhaegar and the Queens?"

"I have found someone who is worthy to dedicate my magic to," Harry nodded.

"They are impressive, aren't they. The work that you have been doing on the Throne room is wonderful, it will send out the right message. After everything that has happened with Aerys and the rebellion, having the three of them bonded gives stability that this country has not felt for a long time. The North, the South and the Targaryen," Arthur smiled.

"Trouble is heading our way with the Lords and Ladies though. The remaining Starks will be landing any day to make negotiations, Oberyn Martell is winging his way here as fast as possible. Rhaegar, Elia and Lyanna have still not decided what they are going to do with the prisoners that were taken during the rebellion, and those that rose against them. We are going to have to be ready and watchful,"

"The Tullys and Arron worries me, the Tullys have married into Starks and I have heard that Catelyn Stark is near birthing Ned Stark's son,"

"How do you feel about Ned Stark?" Harry asked carefully.

"I do not believe that he knew what Reed was going to do, I do not believe that it was planned. But he was going to use it anyway, but it was to defend Lyanna who he thought had been kidnapped. The whole thing is just a bloody mess. Politics need to kick in now, I have advised Rhaegar that he allow Ned Stark to take the Lordship at Winterfell as long as the boy bends the knee to him. The fact that Lyanna is happy, and loved Rhaegar and Elia, well that should go a long way,"

"It is the right political move to make I think, but not the easiest choice for you personally," Harry took Arthur's hand understandingly.

"That is the life we chose though," Arthur sighed.

"Yes, it was, though you didn't choose it?" Harry asked rather than stated though he was sure he knew the answer.

"No, I didn't. Aerys wanted the Dayne who wielded Dawn under his control. He made me a King's Guard, an honour but a double-edged blade,"

"Rhaegar would release you from your vows, if you asked," Harry pointed out.

"He would I know, but guarding him is something that I want to do, it is an honour now to be his King's Guard, and I have reparations to make up for myself for the things that I had to do under Aerys' orders and rule, we all do," Arthur smiled sadly.

"They were not your fault,"

"Being under order does not excuse me, it was the impossible choice to make, but it was a choice I still had to make. I tried to find loopholes in my orders as much as possible, but I could not always. Guarding Rhaegar, Elia, Lyanna and the children will be my way of putting it right, of ensuring that things are put right,"

"I understand," Harry smiled gently.

"Even if Rhaegar had not changed the rules of the King's Guard, I would not have resigned my post," Arthur said quietly, his blue eyes anxious as he looked at Harry.

"I understand duty Arthur," Harry gripped the Knight's large hand. "Even when it overrides what you want for yourself,"

"I'm sorry,"

"You have nothing to apologise for, and besides he has changed the rules, and we are sitting here because we are allowed to be," Harry smiled, and it was truly one of the most beautiful smiles that he had ever seen.

"Rhaegar will always have my sword, and my body to guard him, but my heart is mine to give, and I think that I would like to give it to you," Arthur said gruffly, but with complete honesty.

"Thank you for tonight," Harry bit his lip looking up at Arthur through his lashes as they stopped outside his door as the Knight spoke.

"How was your first date?" Harry asked.

"It was incredibly enjoyable," Arthur rested his hand over Harry's head and leant in. "I would like to repeat it to make sure that it was not a fluke,"

"You would huh, is that how you ask for a second date?" Harry teased.

"I have never done it before," Arthur shrugged leaning closer.

"It wasn't the smoothest, but wasn't the worst," Harry laughed reaching up and wrapping his arms around Arthur's neck. The Knight's eyes widened at the move and as Harry leant up on his toes.

"Was that a yes?" Arthur asked wrapping his free arm around Harry's slim waist.

"It was a kiss me, idiot," Harry chuckled before pressing their lips together.

It was everything that Arthur had been fantasizing about since seeing the beautiful man upon waking up injured in his bed. It was amazing, it made him feel like he had been electrocuted and drugged at the same time, and all he could see, hear and feel was Harry, all he could taste was Harry.

His slender, muscled body was warm against his own one, and all Arthur could think was about how amazing it felt against him, how it would feel if they were naked, how it would feel to be pressed between Harry's slender legs, pressing into his body.

With a groan he scooped Harry up and pressed him against the door, nipping at his lips when Harry's legs wound around his waist and gripped hold of him with a strength that made the Knight groan even louder.

"Arthur...Arthur...we need to stop if you aren't ready to go further,"

"Harry...Harry, I have been walking around with a near-permanent erection for the last month and a half...if you aren't ready I will stop, but...I want you so bad…"

"I want to...my room," Harry reached back and hit his hand against the door, unlocking it wandlessly.

"You're going to need to tell me what to do," Arthur muttered against Harry's lips as he hurried towards the bed, Harry waving to close the door after them.

"Get us to the bed and naked Cassanova," Harry grinned tugging a little at Arthur's hair.

"That I can do…"

"Hello Arthur,"

Arthur Dayne froze like he had been caught murdering someone in the hallway, before slowly turning to see Lyanna leaning against the wall in her nightdress, her dark eyebrow raised as she smirked at him.

"Have fun last night?"

"I was just...I wanted...I am…"

"Sneaking back to your room after a night of sex with Harry?" She smirked.

"How did you know that we…" Arthur stammered.

"Well, it seems as though Harry is quite partial to biting, you're covered in love bites and hickies. You're wearing the top that Rhaegar gave to Harry last night to wear to your date. You're only three doors down from Harry's rooms sneaking down the corridor, and…" Lyanna paused dramatically tapping his chin with her finger. "Oh yes, you're also both pretty noisy, I am fairly sure the whole corridor heard you,"

"No…" Arthur groaned mortified.

"Oh yes….which coincidentally is what we heard said a lot," Lyanna laughed walking over to pat his shoulder. "I am glad that the two of you got on so well, and that your first time...times went well, but you're going to be teased to death today, especially as you kept Rhaegar and Elia awake as well,"

"Oh gods," Arthur whined as his Queen cackled her way back to her rooms.