AN There are no real spoilers for the TV show of Game of Thrones in this Chapter, this all takes place during Robert's Rebellion.

HARRY/OBERYN

Oberyn let out a breath as the towers of King's Landing came into voice, ignoring the protests of his guard he dug his heels into his horse's side and urged it faster to the Capital.

The rebellion had happened before the Martells had even known what was happening, and by the time they managed to gather together their troops it was over. Except now they were hearing that Rhaegar had taken the throne, but now had 2 wives Elia and Lyanna Stark who had had a son only a week ago. Elia had nearly been killed by the Lannister Dog and Oberyn's niece and nephew had apparently nearly been killed.

Some strange wizard friend of Rhaegar's had shown up in time to save the three of them, but Oberyn had no idea what in the seven hells was going on, he had no clue if his sister, niece and nephew really were ok, he had no idea what was going on with Rhaegar suddenly taking the Stark girl to wife as well as Elia, and he had no clue what his sister thought of that.

All he knew was he wanted to hold Elia, Rhaenys and Aegon in his arms and make sure that they were safe.

He didn't even acknowledge any of the guards as he rode his horse through the streets, up into the Red Keep, through the Keep halls to the Meeting Hall. Luckily he was flying the Martell flag and was notable by looks as Dornish.

The doors were hurriedly thrown open for him before he could burst through them, and the heads of the Lords of the Six squabbling Kingdoms turned to look at him as he raced down the steps. He didn't care though, he only had eyes for Elia who stood from her smaller throne at the base of the Iron Throne.

The Lords and Ladies parted quickly for him, making a pathway for him through to his sister. Elia stood upon seeing him and stepped down the dais in time for him to wrap his arms firmly around his sister.

"Elia, what on the earth…" Oberyn started to say after a few moments of simply holding his sister close, alive and well in his arms, but Elia pulled back and gently shook her dark head.

"Not here, brother," She smiled before looking up to the Iron Throne where Rhaegar stood and made his way down the steps to them. It was then that Oberyn noted the second throne sitting to the other side of the Iron Throne in a mirroring position to Elia's. "Oberyn, not here," Elia muttered seeing his narrowing eyes.

"Brother," Rhaegar nodded holding out his hand to Oberyn. The Prince of Dorne narrowed his eyes on his brother in law but he knew that things had to be shaky on a political position right now, the arguing he had witnessed when entering had shown that. So he could do nothing but reach out and take the new King's hand, though he did make sure to put as much pressure as possible on it.

"Brother," Oberyn acknowledged.

"Lewyn!" Rhaegar called.

Elia and Oberyn's Uncle stepped forward and bowed as best he could with the wounds he visibly held, one of his arms being in a sling. "My Liege,"

"Please escort the Queen and Prince to a private room so that they may speak. I will join you both when I can," Rhaegar gently took Elia's hand and kissed it before stepping back and climbing back to sit onto the Iron Throne.

Oberyn watched intently as Elia watched her husband, love clear on her face before she turned and nodded to him and Lewyn.

As they were stepping through the door behind the throne Oberyn noted a young man standing close to Elia's throne, his bright green eyes flicking between following their exit and the crowd of Lords and Ladies. It was only when Elia was safely through the door did the man relax his stance, and instead flicked searchingly and awarely from face to face in the crowd. Quite clearly checking for danger.

"Oberyn!" Lewyn hissed. Oberyn turned and realised that his sister and Uncle were waiting for him to step through the door.

Doing so he followed them down the hallway, and to one of the Royal family's sitting rooms. On that way, he noted two things. There was a startling amount of Stark soldiers with the Direwolf sigil on their armour lining the halls and walking passed them, bowing their heads respectfully to Elia. There was also a startling lack of Lannisters in the Keep, none of the soldiers they passed bore Lannister marks, and he realised there had been a lack of Lannisters present in the Throne room.

"Have a seat Brother," Elia motioned to the sofa but she yelped in shock when Oberyn wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly again, burying his nose into her orange and lemon scented hair. They were both aware of Lewyn stepping out the room, but Elia had wrapped her arms around a clearly shaken Oberyn and started running her fingers soothingly through his hair, much in the same way as she had when they were children and he was upset.

"Lia, what in the name of the Gods is going on?" Oberyn asked finally.

"I did write to Doran to tell him what was happening, but I am guessing that you set off before it had a chance to reach Dorne," Elia said amused leading Oberyn to the sofa and sat down next to him.

Before they could say anything more there was a tap on the door and Lewyn poked his head into the room before stepping in and then allowed a servant passed him. The servant curtseyed before placing her tray onto the table and quickly and efficiently laying out tea for them, and some food, and then with another curtsey left the room.

Lewyn dropped onto the sofa opposite them with a groan.

"I told you that you should still be healing," Elia sighed at him.

"And I told you, I am not leaving you alone any longer until we know that it is safe," Lewyn retorted. "I am just fine! I am simply getting old!"

"You are far from old," Elia chuckled.

"So, do I get an explanation now? Like why is there a third throne, why are there Starks here, where are the Lannisters, what is…"

"Alright, alright, calm down. I will tell you what has happened, and you can ask questions after. Is that ok?" She asked.

"Fine," Oberyn grumbled causing his sister and Uncle to laugh.

"Ok. Firstly, Lyanna…"

"I knew that…."

"Oberyn!" Elia exclaimed with amusement.

"Sorry!" He grimaced.

"Ok, Lyanna has been growing closer to myself and Rhaegar…"

"Wha…"Oberyn snapped his mouth shut as Elia shot him a sharp look.

"Lyanna has been growing closer to the two of us. We fell in love with her. Rhaegar didn't kidnap her, they went to get married, and the three of us are married now. Lord Stark was determined to marry Lyanna to Robert Baratheon. The plan was for Rhaegar and Lyanna to marry, them to come back here, her and I to marry, and then complete the coup against Aerys, especially with Lyanna bringing the North with her. What Aerys did...no one could have seen coming," Elia sighed.

"So...the three of you are in love? You aren't…" Oberyn drew off with a frown.

"Aren't what?" Elia asked confused.

"Aren't doing this for Rhaegar? Because it is what he wants?" Oberyn asked.

"I can say that Elia and Lyanna are definitely as in love with each other as they are with Rhaegar," Lewyn spoke up. Oberyn turned to look at him and his uncle nodded, saying he meant what he said.

"Ok, so what happened with the rebellion?" Oberyn sighed.

"Well, there are 3 different stories to that one for each of us. Firstly Rhaegar. He and Lewyn had to take the army to the Trident to meet Robert's force. Robert was using dark magic to try and win, and it was working, he was weakening Rhaegar and was beating him because of it. Luckily Rhaegar had sent for his friend who is a Wizard, and he arrived just in time. He managed to distract the warlock who was cursing Rhaegar and it allowed him to pull through and beat Robert back. Lewyn arrested Robert, and Rhaegar's friend, Harry, took him and Eddard Stark to the Tower of Joy where Lyanna was, to hear from her that she had been willing and loved Rhaegar. But when they arrived they found Lyanna in early labour and…"

"Labour?!" Oberyn yelped.

"Yes, she was pregnant," Elia smiled. "We have another son,"

"We?" Oberyn raised his eyebrow.

"Yes, our son, all three, just as she will be another mother to Rhaenys and Aegon. So, they arrived at the Tower and found her in serious trouble in early labour. Harry is a skilled healer, and he managed to save Lyanna and the baby. It was a little touch a go though, even with his magic, and apparently, if they had been 5 minutes longer…" Elia drew off and Oberyn squeezed the hand still in his firmly, he could see how much he thought upset her, his lingering doubts of her playing along with this threesome for Rhaegar's sake fading slightly.

"They did make it though, and she is doing fine, Harry is keeping her on bed rest and is acting like a wolf himself if she tried to put a foot out of the bed. Elia is too for that matter," Lewyn chuckled.

"She needs rest!" Elia huffed.

"And the babe?" Oberyn asked.

"Healthy and a strong, a real fighter," Elia smiled brightly.

"Does he have a name yet?" Oberyn asked.

"Not yet, we're still discussing names. He and Rhaenys will marry though, that much has been agreed," Elia shrugged.

"What?!" Oberyn choked.

"It will be the perfect marriage. A child of Dorne, a child of the north and both of the Targaryen blood," Lewyn pointed out.

"Do not make that face," Elia chuckled rolling her eyes at him.

"Ok, so the other stories?" Oberyn sighed reaching forward to pick up his cup of tea, wishing that it was some good wine from his country instead.

When he looked up after putting his cup down he caught Lewyn and Elia sharing a concerned look.

"What?" He frowned.

"This part is…..upsetting, you are not going to be happy, but I want you to stay still and listen till I am done, understand?" Elia asked.

"What happened?" Oberyn could feel his heart speeding up.

"Promise me first brother," Elia pressed.

"Fine! Fine! Yes! I promise! What happened?"

Elia and Lewyn shared another look which made his heart beat so fast he was sure his heart would come out his chest, and both hands were twitching for his spear, dripping with poison.

Elia sighed and then started speaking. "You know I am sure that Aerys refused to send me and the children to Dragonstone with Rhaella and Viserys?"

"Yes," Oberyn grit his teeth, he did not need the reminder that the Mad King had kept his sister, niece and nephew prisoner in the Keep instead of sending them to safety to hold the Dornish people by the balls in ensuring that they would provide the troops and help to fight against the rebellion. As though they would do anything else.

"Breathe nephew, you have smoke coming from your ears," Lewyn snorted, shifting a little t get more comfortable on the sofa and grimacing again.

"I am as calm as I can be, what happened?" Oberyn asked.

"The damage that you see to the city was done by the Lannisters before Rhaegar, Harry and Eddard Stark got here. Tywin appeared at the gates under the flag of friendship, the moment Aerys opened the gates he started sacking the city with his soldiers as he and a hand-selected group snuck into the Keep using the passages he knew about because of he was Hand of the King," Elia sighed.

"Carry on,"

"He entered the Keep and tried to take it straight away. He sent soldiers after Rhaenys, who was hiding in mine and Rhaeger's bedroom. And he ordered The Mountain, Gregory Clegane to...to kill Aegon and rape me before killing me…."

"What!? Where is that...I will...I can not believe...that…." Oberyn stammered in his utter fury, his mind coming up with 1000000000 different ways in which he could torture, kill, bring back and kill the two of them again.

"Rhaegar, Harry and Eddard got here in time!" Elia said quickly, holding up her hands placatingly. "Rhaegar fought and subdued Tywin, he is currently in the dirtiest, dankest cell that Rhaegar could find with the darkest, dirtiest criminal he could find. He will be publically executed. Harry killed The Mountain as he was reaching for Aegon, he was so angry there is a hole in the nursery wall he has promised he will fix," Elia chuckled.

"And Rhaenys?" Oberyn asked quickly.

"Eddard Stark was furious at the actions of the Lannisters and their plans. He is a man of the North and has honour, I believe Tywin ordering the death of two innocent babes and my death was the last thing he needed to fall into place. He killed every single one of the soldiers who were in the room taunting Rhaenys where she was hiding under our bed," Elia pressed her trembling fingers to her mouth.

Oberyn sat down again with a sigh and took her hand nodding.

"So, what now?" Oberyn asked.

"Well, we have managed to subdue the rebellion, with Eddard being on our side now, especially with the telling off that Lyanna gave him, the rebellion is done. Robert is in the cells, he is spitting fire and will not believe that Lyanna came willingly. The man is besotted and delusional, he has built up a relationship in his head of Lyanna loving him that did not exist. He mistook duty for love. The politics are...delicate as you can imagine, Rhaegar has taken the crown and is regent King until his coronation, he is trying to start fixing the damage that Aerys has done, and the rebellion. Once Lyanna is well enough to get up and can join us, on her own throne, things will hopefully go smoother,"

"What of Aerys?" Oberyn frowned.

"He is unconscious, Harry cast a spell on him and gave him a potion. He has told Rhaegar that the madness is not curable after he checked him over. The debate as to what to do with him is...difficult. He committed atrocious acts, but he was not well, madness is an illness, and for everything that has happened...Rhaegar loves his father, he remembers the man before his madness," Elia sighed. "He does not have an easy choice in front of him,"

"Yourself and Lyanna give him strength," Lewyn assured her.

"What of the Queen...erm Rhaella?" Oberyn asked, and then blinked when sorrow washed over both Elia and Lewyn's faces.

"The Queen is dead. And we have two more children to raise," Elia smiled sadly.

"Two?"

"Rhaegar's siblings, Viserys and his new baby sister, Daenerys. Rhaella died in childbirth on Dragonstone. She lived long enough to cradle the babe and name her. Daenerys Stormborn. Ser Arthur has gone with a mixture of Tyrells and Starks to Dragonstone to safely bring the two of them back," Elia explained.

"What a bloody mess," Oberyn sighed after a few beats of silence. Elia blinked at him before she started laughing. It was slightly hysterical, but at the same time, it sounded like it was needed.

"Would you like to come and meet your new nephew and see your older nephew and niece?" Elia asked.

"Elia?" Oberyn stood as she did and took her by the shoulders. "I will only ask this once, I promise, but I need to ask it. Are you truly happy with this situation,"

"Brother," She cupped his face and her brown eyes looked deeply into his. "I love both of them, I am happy, I am happy that Lyanna is with us and I love her. I am happy that we have more little feet to pitter patter around the Keep, I am happy with the idea of more children. Lyanna and I have agreed that she and I will both breastfeed our son and Daenerys,"

"Ok," Oberyn nodded.

"Ok?" Elia asked hopefully.

"As long as you're happy, you will have my backing and support. Though I hope you know that I will not be leaving your side for at least...thirty years," Oberyn grinned.

"I would not expect anything else," She laughed. "I am glad you are here Oberyn," She said softer, the gentle and sweet look on her face reminding Oberyn of how close he came to losing his gentle and delicate sister. He pulled her close and hugged her once more. Knowing how close he had come to losing his sister, how close he had come to losing his niece and nephew sending a shot of fear through his system.

"Enough, come, take me to my niece and nephews, I have ridden a long way to hug them!" Oberyn said brightly stepping back. He did not miss the delight in Elia's eyes at his phrasing and mentally prepared himself for having to get used to this new situation as quickly as possible.

The shrug that Lewyn gave him when Elia turned said that he had gone through much the same thought process.

Oberyn wandered absently through the Keep, the time was late at night, or early in the morning depending on how you looked at it. He had had a long ride here and had barely slept for worry for his sister and her children, by rights he should have been exhausted.

Instead with everything that was going through his head, and everything that he had been presented with upon arrival here. It was more than a lot.

He had hugged his niece and nephew close, so close Rhaenys protested that he was hugging the air out of her. Aegon had giggled and attached his little pudgy hand into his hair and tugged, the babe that he had not seen since he was only a few days old.

He had held Lyanna and Rhaegar's new son, still unnamed, and he had stared down at the face that he had been sure he would not love. But seeing the babe's innocent face and seeing the look of love on Elia's as she stroked her hand over his dark hair, no different to how she had looked at her own when they were this age. And so looking down into those lavender eyes, he too fell in love, much as he had when he held Rhaenys for and the first time. When he had held Aegon for the first time.

He was distracted from his thoughts when someone moved in front of him, not one of the Knights, they were not wearing armour.

And then the figure walked through some moonlight streaming in from the window, and Oberyn realised it was the wizard Harry. The young wizard who had saved his sister saved his new sister-in-law and her babe, saved Rhaegar and punished the man who was going to kill Aegon and rape his sister.

He found himself following behind the young wizard as he walked through the Keep, wondering as he did what on the earth he was doing. Finally, Harry turned and made his way up the steps to one of the Towers.

The Prince of Dorne hesitated at the first step, knowing that he should turn around and make his way back to his room to try and sleep, knowing that he should wait until they were officially introduced.

However.

He desired the younger man's presence for more than being able to give his thanks.

He desired in a way that he had not before. He desired.

And his people were not known for being very good at controlling their desires. Just look apparently at his sister.

He placed his foot on the first step and hesitated one more time, before stepping forward and climbing the stairs on silent feet.

At the top of the stairs, he found a wide-open space, almost like one of the greenhouses he had seen in Highgarden when he had visited, the walls and ceiling were made of fine glass, only the floor and doorways being of stone.

The door leading to the balcony was open allowing a soothing breeze into the room to air it out, carrying in the smell of the city, including the flames that were still going out. The fine white curtains that apparently normally covered the windows were all drawn back and floating and fluttering gently in the breeze like clouds drifting through the sky, or the wind itself waving through the night.

The moon lit up the tower through the windows in a beautiful white light, and for a man who was of the sun...he found that he knew that the moon was right for this moment.

And his eyes found the figure he was searching for easily, standing in the open doorway with his head tilted back, looking up at the night sky and apparently relaxing in the embrace of the night stood the wizard himself.

"Why have you followed me?" Harry asked without turning around.

"I wanted to speak to you," Oberyn answered stepping halfway into the tower room and stopping.

"So you followed me?" The response was amused, and Oberyn was treated to the profile of his beautiful face as he lowered his head and half turned. The green eye he could see glittering in the moonlight.

"I was curious," Oberyn shrugged.

"And what could you be curious about Prince Oberyn?" Harry asked.

"You, why I am drawn to you as I am," Oberyn stepped closer again.

"And how are you drawn to me?" Harry turned just as Oberyn reached him, and the Dornishman was lost for words for a moment as the full beauty of the younger man hit him. He was even more beautiful close up than he was from a distance. His eyes were like jade touched with silver in the moonlight.

"I think you know," Oberyn took and gamble and reached out to touch the pale cheek of the other man.

"I know," Harry turned into the touch, closing his eyes as he brought up his own hand to cover Oberyn's as though scared that he would take his hand away. Not something that was likely to happen, Oberyn did not want to ever stop touching this man.

He leant in to press his lips to the other's but instead found a finger pressed against them instead of the gentle touch of lips.

"I do not share," Harry warned making Oberyn blink at him confused.

"What?" Oberyn asked, slightly mumbled considering the finger still pressed against his lips.

"If we do this, you will be faithful to me, I do not share, and I will not tolerate cheating. No lovers, male or female, no bastards," Harry said softly.

"I...I need to provide heirs," Oberyn said, feeling heartbroken suddenly at the realisation that they could not be together.

What he was not expecting was for Harry to laugh. "That will not be an issue,"

"Sorry?" Oberyn asked, no one had made him feel so wrong footed!

"My people have an ability," Harry smiled reaching out to take Oberyn's hand and pressed it to his stomach. "Heirs will not be an issue,"

"Oh!" Oberyn blinked a little rapidly down at the other man, images flashing in front of his eyes. It was a little bit of a shock, but in Dorne, they were taught to expect anything.

"I understand that you will need time to consider what you should do and…" Harry's words were stopped into their place as Oberyn wrapped his arms around the smaller man's waist and drew him close, pressing their lips together.

"No lovers, no bastards," He made his vow against Harry's lips before pressing them back together.

Harry melted into his arms, wrapping his arms around Oberyn's neck and kissed back with as much hunger and desire as Oberyn was feeling. He had never felt like this before, his skin was on fire, his very veins felt as though they were on fire with desire as he started stripping the other's clothes, desperate to feel that beautiful skin underneath his hands.

Harry pressed him back until they reached the bed in the room, and then stepped back, stripping off the robe he was wearing, leaving himself bare to Oberyn's hungry eyes.

Harry hummed as he woke up to the feeling of a finger being gently drawn over his bare back, lips gently scattering kisses in their wake.

He smiled to himself as he remembered the night before with the handsome Prince of Dorne, Elia's handsome brother who he had had to fight to lock his attention on from the moment he had stormed into the Throne room.

He had known straight away, the moment he saw the Prince.

He had known.

And apparently so had Oberyn.

"I have had two prophecies to my name," Harry said softly opening his eyes and staring out the window of the new city he was to spend the rest of his life in now.

"Yes?" Oberyn asked, his voice and beautiful accent sending a shiver down his spine, something that Oberyn was clearly aware of by the grin that was pressed against his shoulder blade.

"One was to defeat the man who killed my parents and tried to take over my birth country," Harry said and Oberyn sucked in a breath, holding him closer.

"And the other?" Oberyn asked quickly, curiously.

"That I would go to another world and would not be able to return to my home, that it would become my home. That I would meet the son of the sun and spear and that…"

"And?" Oberyn pressed when Harry paused.

"And that the heirs born of soulmates will be powerful Princes for many generations," Harry said so softly it was practically a whisper.

"Soulmates?" Oberyn gently turned Harry around so that he could see the scared green eyes looking back at him. Gently he reached out and brushed his fingers down Harry's cheek. "This is why I am so drawn to you?"

"I think so," Harry nodded.

"And you think...that I will be angry with you because of this?" Oberyn frowned as he tried to work out why the man who had been nothing more than confident in their interactions so far, even going so far as to make it clear that he would not allow any infidelity in their relationship, was suddenly so hesitant and scared.

"I don't want for you to feel as though I have taken a choice away from you, that you are bound to me simply because some prophecy says that we are soul mates," Harry shrugged turning his eyes away from Oberyn.

"But, if that is true then I should worry that you are feeling the same way, for if you look at it that way you are as bound as I, if not more because you knew the words of the prophecy," Oberyn shrugged and smiled warmly when Harry turned now hopeful green eyes to him.

"How do you see it?" Harry asked cautiously.

"I see it…" Oberyn grinned before rolling them so that he was on top of Harry and leant down to kiss him with all the sensuality and heat of his people. "I see it as I have been gifted with one who I will love more than anything else, and who will love me more than anything else. That I do not have to worry or suffer doubts over your feelings for me, because I know that they will be reflected back if we are of the same soul and that no matter how we argue, because my fire I think we will argue, we will always find our way back to each other. I think that I have been blessed with a beautiful, intelligent, kind, generous, powerful soulmate. And if my feelings for you will only get stronger, than I am in for a very long and happy life. With very powerful heirs apparently,"

Harry bit his lip as he looked at Oberyn, clearly trying to read as to whether his words were the truth or not. When he realised that it clearly was, the smile that he gifted Oberyn was absolutely breathtaking.

"This is why I was so drawn to you from the start?" Oberyn asked curiously once they parted after an untold amount of time of simply laying together exchanging kisses.

"I think so, I have never had a soul mate before," Harry shrugged.

"Cheeky," Oberyn chuckled nipping under Harry's chin gently.

"I…"

"My Lord?" There was a knock on the door stilling both of them.

"Yes?" Harry called.

"I am sorry to disturb you My Lord, but you have only half an hour till you are due to check on Queen Lyanna, King Rhaegar and Queen Elia are with her waiting for you,"

"Bugger, I will be there as soon as possible, thank you," Harry called.

"I will let them know My Lord," The Servant called before they heard footsteps retreating down the stairs.

"Sorry, I am going to have to get ready to go," Harry grimaced pushing gently so Oberyn rolled off of him.

"Would it be ok if I came with you?" Oberyn asked. He smirked when Harry turned to look at him and blushed darkly as he took in Oberyn laying naked sprawled on the bed.

"You are the Queen's brother, I think you can go where you want," Harry snorted, turning and quickly getting dressed, his blush not fading.

"May I ask your opinion on something?" Oberyn buttoned his trousers and sat back down onto the bed. When Harry turned he saw the pensieve look on Oberyn's handsome face.

"Of course, what is it?" Harry pulled his top on before making his way over to the Prince of Dorne and gently brushed his cheek.

"This situation between Rhaegar and Lyanna Stark, and Lyanna and my sister. Is Elia truly a willing participant in this?" Oberyn frowned.

"You are worried that Elia is going along with this for Rhaegar's sake and because she is worried she will lose him if she does not?"

Oberyn blinked as Harry knelt down in front of him, placing his hands on Oberyn's knees, his green eyes understanding as they looked at him. "Yes...exactly,"

"From what I have seen, Elia is as much in love with Lyanna as Rhaegar is, and Lyanna as much in love with Elia as she is with Rhaegar. They match, the three of them. I truly believe that they will be good together. Elia is gentle and sweet, calm and collected. Lyanna is harder and fiercer. I think the three of them together will rule well, and they will bring peace, with help," Harry smiled pointedly at Oberyn.

"Elia is willing?" Oberyn asked.

"Truly, and happy," Harry nodded.

"I do not know whether it is the soul mate situation, or that you are a neutral party so to speak at the heart of things, but you have truly put my mind to rest," Oberyn nodded leaning forward to kiss Harry's forehead.

"They are going to need support over the next year or so, things are perilous right now. Luckily their joining binds together the whole country," Harry smiled. "Now, come on, we need to get going," He placed one more sweet kiss to Oberyn's lips before standing and hurrying to finish dressing.

When the two of them stepped into the room hand in hand Rhaegar's eyebrow rose, Lyanna grinned and Elia snorted rolling her eyes.

"I see you have been making...friends with my Brother-in-law Harry," Rhaegar said dryly.

"I have My King," Harry bowed deeply. Oberyn stared slightly bemused and worried that Harry was more of a servant than a friend to Rhaegar.

"Seven hells Harry don't do that, it's just creepy," Rhaegar shuddered making Harry laugh.

"My Queens," Harry smiled making his way over to the bed where Lyanna was sitting up in bed, Elia sitting next to her. Oberyn noted that they were holding hands, their fingers linked together. Rhaegar was sitting at the end of the bed at Lyanna's feet, but his hand was on Elia's ankle.

As Harry started performing checks on Lyanna, Oberyn took in the picture the three of them made.

"Brother?" Elia asked breaking him from his thoughts.

"I am not very good of a morning, you know that," Oberyn smiled making his way over. He clasped Rhaegar on the shoulder on the way passed before wrapping his arm around Elia and kissing her forehead.

"That is putting things mildly," She snorted.

"Sister," Oberyn smiled at Lyanna who was looking at him defiantly, but there were nerves in her eyes.

"Brother," She smiled relieved.

"You are ok with this then?" Elia asked hopefully. Harry flicked a knowing look and supporting smile to him before he went back to sorting through what looked like potions vials.

"I have only one grievance!" Oberyn announced, and all three of the new royals looked at him nervously.

"Yes?" Elia pressed when he said nothing more.

"You need to give my poor nephew a name!" He chuckled, sitting down at Elia's hip.

"We cannot decide!" Lyanna laughed.

"You are going to have to soon, the little Prince needs a name," Oberyn smiled.

"What about Jahaerys?" Elia hummed.

"Jahaerys...I like that!" Lyanna smiled.

"I like that! Aegon and Jahaerys, two good names for sons," Rhaegar nodded.

"Do we have a name then?" Harry asked, passing Lyanna a potion.

"I think we do. We have a name to be announced," Rhaegar smiled.

"And will I be able to attend that announcement, Lord Harry?" Lyanna asked dryly turning to the Wizard.

"If it is within the next 2 days, no, after that yes, you may leave your bed," Harry chuckled.

"Thank…."

"Ah! You may leave your bed in 2 days time, as long as you take all your potions, and stop trying to sneak out!" Harry raised his eyebrow at her.

"Fine," She huffed dropping back down.

"We are going to have to do something big and pointed for your first appearance in Court," Rhaegar sighed rubbing his eyes tiredly.

"Don't let the dickheads get you down," Harry nudged him with his hip on his way past.

"Harry!" Rhaegar laughed.

"He isn't wrong," Oberyn snorted before smiling happily when Harry perched himself on his knee, making himself comfortable.

"So…." Elia looked pointedly at the two of them.

"This is my soulmate, we're going to get married, have many beautiful, fierce wonderful children, and spend the rest of our lives together," Oberyn shrugged.

"Erm…" Elia stared at her brother a little worried before glancing to Lyanna.

"You are aware Harry is male, right?" Lyanna asked slowly.

"Quite, what does that have to do with anything?" Oberyn teased. From the look on Rhaegar's face, he reckoned the King knew about Harry's abilities.

"Quite a lot really when it comes to having children, Harry does not strike me as the type to allow for mistresses Oberyn," Elia hissed.

"Oh, I am not. I will hex his bits and bobs off faster than you can say, eunuch," Harry said cheerfully, patting Oberyn's knee when he flinched at the thought.

"So...how do you plan on having children?" Lyanna asked as she and Elia exchanged a completely baffled look.

This seemed to be it for Rhaegar and he burst into fits of laughter, dropping onto the bed at his Queen's feet.

"What?" Elia asked poking him gently with her toe.

"You're not going to believe me," Rhaegar chuckled.

Harry stood at the door to his balcony of the glass tower room Rhaegar had gifted to him as thanks for everything he had done. His friend knew that he completely disliked being in small enclosed spaces, this was beyond anything that he could have hoped for though.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes on the sight of the sun setting over the city that would now be his home.

When Rhaegar had sent his plea for help he did not know what he was asking Harry. He had long suspected that it would be Rhaegar that he would have to make the choice for, from when he heard the second prophecy.

He had first heard it before the war had finished, Trelawney's prediction. At the time it had seemed cruel, he would have to go to another country to find his soulmate and leave everyone behind or stay with his friends and family, stay in his own world and know that he would never be with his soulmate.

But when it had come down to it, years later his choice had been a relatively easy one. The world he had saved, the world that he had felt so a part of, the world that had become home to a lonely and lost 11-year-old boy so quickly, well by the time it had come for him to make his choice it had seemed more alien than this new place. Sadly he had more friends here in Westeros than he did in Wizarding Britain, and the only friend he had here was Rhaegar.

He wasn't really sure why he had been surprised, the Wizarding world had shown how fickle they were even when he was only and child and they should have known better. They had vilified and worshipped him at the flip of a coin, and that had only gotten worse once he had defeated Voldemort and was an adult.

He was too powerful or he needed to be more powerful to protect them, he had used dark magic to defeat Voldemort or he was the icon of Light, he needed to be an auror to protect them or he had used his name to get into the program.

Somewhere along the way, the people that he loved and cared for got swept along with it as well. They all had expectations of him, every single one of them having a plan for him or an expectation of what he should and shouldn't do. And somewhere along the way it stopped mattering what he wanted, it stopped mattering that he was a human being with wants and needs and wishes all of his own.

'Stop being so selfish Harry'

'I am sorry Harry but that just doesn't matter'

'Sorry Harry but you have to'

'You chose to take this position, you can't just change your mind because it isn't going your way'

'You need to…'

'You have to…'

'Stop whining and just do it, Harry! I haven't got time!'

When Rhaegar sent his desperate plea for help, explaining how much trouble he had been in and making it clear that he and his wives likely would not survive without Harry's help. Well, he had barely even taken the time to summon the bag he kept packed ready to go in the hopes that the prophecy would come true soon, and he had apparated out knowing that he would never be back.

And he had arrived just in time to save Rhaegar too.

He started slightly when arm wound around his waist and the smell of sand and spices, masculinity and heat washed over him. Passionate lips attached themselves to his neck, feathering teasing kisses up his neck, gently brushing the fabric of his borrowed top away from his shoulder and carrying the kisses on.

"What are you thinking about?" Oberyn asked gently.

"What brought me here," Harry answered leaning back into the warm strength of his soul mate. Oberyn's arms tightened around his waist making Harry turn his head curiously to see a worried expression on his handsome face.

"Do you regret coming and getting stuck here?" Oberyn asked lowly.

"I do not really think of it a being stuck here Oberyn, I feel...I feel like I have escaped here," Harry said thoughtfully, trying to find the right words to explain things to Oberyn and put his mind at ease.

"Escape?"

"I...I was not really happy where I was from, I had no one, no friends, no family, just a lot of people who all expected me to be something that I am not, something that I was not happy being. I was being pulled in a million different directions, and whoever I was wasn't right. Here, here there are no expectations, I can be exactly who I want to be and there isn't a queue of people telling me how wrong I am. I have you, I have our children to look forward to. I have Rhaegar and Elia, Lyanna, Rhaenys, Aegon and Jahaerys, Viserys and Daenerys when they get here, already in the space of a week I have more people to care about than I have for a long time,"

Harry paused and took one more look out at his new home. No his home before turning in Oberyn's arms and looking up into the face of the man that he was already falling in love with. He wrapped his arms around Oberyn's shoulders and leaning up on his toes to sweetly kiss the lips that he had been dreaming of for so long.

"I have been ready to come and meet you for a long time now Oberyn, my son of the Sun and Spear. I don't want to be anywhere else," Harry smiled brightly.

"We will carve out a happy life here, for us and our family, all of them," Oberyn promised before drawing Harry into a kiss full of promise.