Was anyone ever kind to the Lannisters, beyond manipulation? I think real love and kindness could really change things.

Was Jaime one of the best swordsmen in history, yes, but the boy he was sparring with was a real talent. Orryn had stamina, speed and strength as well as a wealth of skill that made him hard to fight. Was he one Jaime's level, no, and so Jaime bested him after a few long moments but it was no easy feat.

Robert, who was watching from the side in a rare moment of sobriety, clapped. "Very good, gods boy you will be great one day. I am sure even Jaime was not that good at Sixteen."

Jaime actually nodded. "You might have a point."

Cersei, to his shock, looked at the boy with a loving expression of sheer pride. "Very well done, little one."

The boy smiled back at her, his face contorting into the warmest, most loving expression Jaime had ever seen on a Baratheon. Not the obsessive love of Robert for his past love, but real, genuine love. It turned the boy from sweet to honestly handsome. In a way that only a Baratheon could manage, a real wild beauty. He bowed to Cersei, with real genuine respect. "Thank you, My Queen..."

The moment he sheathed his blade, Tommen rushed the boy straight into his arms. "You were amazing!"

Orryn laughed back at Tommen. " Thank you, Sweetness." He lifted Tommen into his arms, straight on his hip. "Say, are you ready to spar? I am sure your Uncle would love to help you and me get better."

Jaime, who yearned to be a father to Tommen and Myrcella (he had no love for the squirt of seed he called Joffery), could not help but nod. "I would enjoy that."

"I have my wooden blades, watch me Uncle Jaime."

And so Jaime did, relishing in the chance to give back to his children more than the gift of life.

Never did he see Jofferey's envious sneer, nor did anyone bar a small Imp standing in the corner, looking on with curious dread...

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Exhausted, Orryn washed his body in in the tub provided to him by a servant. Rising, he dressed and moving into the more open part of his tent in time to see a very curious looking Imp. "Yes, Lord Tyrion?"

The man blinked back his shock. "You say that with true respect, that's rare for me."

"I have no reason to not respect you. You're hardly the first dwarf I have met and far from the only drunkard."

That made the Dwarf laugh. "You are an interesting child... what are your intentions with my family? Usually I can tell, but as far as I can see you genuinely seem to want to play friends and family."

Orryn did not bother to tense up, he had little to hide. "I am not playing at anything, I grew up with no family bar my monsterous mother. I have only have interest in making myself a new family. It really is that simple."

"Hmm... very well, but I would be apt to remind you that not everyone sees you are a good soul. One out there sees you as an intrud-"

"Joff you mean?" Tyrion froze. "I am no fool, I have been around people like him before. Not as powerful, but still... I know to be careful..."

The Imp sighed. "As long as you are aware..."

"Care to play Cyvasse with me? I have wanted to make you my family as well, you know?"

And that made the Imp beam. "I would be glad to, dear boy."

Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.

This was a joy to write.

Love, your Ninja Overlord,

Mika.