meeting the great lion.
Concentrating hard on the canvas, three year old Harry, painted two figures, that posed before him, his beloved uncles.
Jaime Lannister, kings guard of the crown, son of the famed Tywin Lannister, huffed in annoyance. His muscles hurt from posing for too long.
They stood in the forest, Jaime and Tyrion, next to each other, with Jaime posing with his sword and Tyrion with a book in the nape of his shoulder, with the sun shining down upon them while Jhaehaerys stood on the side with a big canvas and a set of paintbrushes and different kinds of paint.
Tyrion smiled towards his beloved and talented nephew.
"Harry, dearest nephew, are you almost done?"
The uncles looked towards their nephew with pleading eyes, and Harry gave them a gentle smile and then suddenly pouted.
"What...you don't want my sensational company?"
Looking up from the canvas, Harry was met with two uncles, whom looked at him pointedly.
Giving them a tiny smirk, that didn't went unnoticed.
He answered their pleading.
"Almost done"
Cersei Lannister, wife of King Robert Baratheon, Queen regent of the seven kingdoms, looked up from caressing her prominent belly.
Her sweet, golden haired eldest son, four year old, Joffrey Baratheon, crown prince of the seven kingdoms and future king.
Joffrey stood up from where he was seated playing with his wooden toys, looking around the room, he found his mother seated on a chair, caressing her big belly.
Frowning, Joffrey went closer towards his mother and poked her belly.
"W... Wai...is ... Yow bewwy so bwig?"
Gently smiling towards her Joffrey, Cersei picked him up and seated him right next to her.
Holding his tiny hand and laying it gently on her stomach, Cersei explained.
"We are having a new sibling for you and your brother, and hopefully this time, it is going to be a girl" looking towards her eldest son, Joffrey looked at the belly when he suddenly felt a push, scared he pulled away.
Cersei giggled and gently smiled towards her golden haired lion cub.
Taking his hand back into her hand, Cersei put his hand gently back on her stomach.
"No need to be afraid, Joff, it was just your little sibling, wanting to say hello."
Smiling towards the boy Cersei caressed his golden locks."if it is a girl, Joff, you will protect her as the eldest won't you hum?"
Joffrey was silent but answered.
"Yes mama."
Pleased, Cersei smiled.
But Joffrey had other thoughts in his head, about their new sibling.
Glaring towards it, his glare went unnoticed by his mother.
'I won't let you steal her from me, do you hear me.'
Looking at the canvas, Jaime and Tyrion couldn't believe their eyes.
Painted with such detail, they were met with two figures, whom looked exactly like them.
Gaping, they turned their heads towards the young prince, their nephew who was as tall as a six year old instead of a three year old.
Harry packed the last of his painting utensils, feeling them stare at him, he turned around, there with his canvas in his uncles arms, he found them gaping
like fish without water.
Smirking towards them, he just couldn't stop himself.
"Do close your mouths, uncles, don't want any flies coming there, do you?"
Closing their mouths, Jaime looked indignant and wanted to probably snark something at him but he was cut short by his other uncle, Tyrion.
His uncle Tyrion was born with dwarfism, but he didn't mind, the most curious thing at his uncles appearance, was the light blond hair that almost looked white, but the thing he and his uncle shared were their mismatched eyes.
His uncle has one green and the other black but the curious thing about it was, that if you looked closer, the eye, almost flashed purple.
His mismatched eyes were almost the same but Harry's left eye was an amethyst colour that came from his grandmothers side of the Targaryen family, he was told. And his right was clearly like his uncle, Lannister green, flashing emerald, they say.
Tyrion beamed at his youngest nephew.
"You sure have a lot of surprises in your sleeve, dear nephew, no actually, I'm not surprised at all" grinning towards the mismatched emerald and amethyst eyes of his nephew " I await for more, dear nephew, and I know you won't let me down"
Grinning, Harry walked towards them.
Jaime smiled and picked up his nephew, giggling, Harry was put under the nape of his uncles shoulder.
"Yes, we shall await with patience of more wonderful surprises such as these dear nephew, now where was that pond we found last time, Tyrion?"
Smirking towards his brother, Tyrion answered.
"I'll lead the way brother, do not worry"
With widening eyes Harry looked at his uncles with betrayal clearly written on his face.
"What why! After all the hard work I put into painting the both of you, this is how you thank me?"
Tyrion shakes his head with amusement at his nephews theatrics and betrayed face, while Jaime just tickled him.
"Oh hush now Harry, you'll enjoy it!"
Harry couldn't stop laughing, he pleaded his uncle to stop, but Jaime just smiled and continued.
"Uncle Jai! Look I'm pleading with you to stop!"
Laughing, Tyrion looked towards his brother who also looked towards him, raising their eyebrows towards their pleading nephew, they shook their heads negatively.
Drying his jet black hair, Harry laughed at his uncles.
"That was fun, we should really do it again sometime!"
Smirking towards their nephew, Tyrion and Jaime chorused.
"Of course, a Lannister always pays their debts, do they not?"
Amused, Harry played with them.
"Yes, that is the truth, we do pay our debts, do we not?"
Smiling at each other the uncles picked up their most cherished nephew.
Looking forward to meet his grandfather at once, Harry looked outside the carriage he was seated in with his brother, Joffrey, and their pregnant lady mother.
Cersei watched her two sons, they easily differed from each other, her golden lion, Joffrey, acted as a child of his own age but her other son, Harrison, all ready knows how to write and read and acted more mature than his fellow name year olds, but Cersei smiled, looking at the both of them across from where she was seated, her two boys clearly were brothers.
Harry looking through the window of the carriage with a sleeping Joffrey tightly pressed by his side.
Tywin Lannister waited patiently for the arrival of his son and daughter and her two sons, his grandsons, the princes of the seven kingdoms, the crown prince Joffrey and prince Harrison.
He heard a loud horn, announcing their arrival.
Harry looked at the sleeping Joffrey by his side and nudged him.
Joffrey looked disgruntled, but did what was expected.
Harry looked towards their mother.
Looking towards the questioning eyes of her son, Cersei answered his questioning gaze with a nod.
The carriage door was opened by their smiling uncle, Jaime.
Jaime looked towards his nephews and offered them a gentle smile, but he was looking directly towards Harry.
"Alright, this is it."
Looking at the new arrivals of Casterly Rock, Tywin watched as the crown prince whined towards his mother about not wanting to stay here and to play with his toys at Kings landing, the disrespectful boy irritated him to no ends.
But his pondering was interrupted by his other grandson, Harrison.
"It's an honour to finally meet you, and thank you for accepting our arrival, Lord grandfather."
Looking towards the three names day old boy, he was told. Harrison was as tall as a five or six names day old, the boy intrigued him even more by the respect and matureness he showed towards him.
Looking into the awaiting mismatched Lannister green and Targaryen amethyst eyes, Tywin could see the intelligence flowing in them.
"It is nothing, prince Harrison."
As Prince Harrison smiled, Tywin froze.
That smile reminded him of his late wife...Joanna.
"Enough with the formalities, grandfather, are we not kin?"
Snapping out of his stupor, Tywin looked into the earnest eyes of his grandson and smiled.
"Yes, of course " pausing Tywin beckoned the boy over. "Now, Harrison please follow. I would like to catch up with my grandson and future heir, if you accept."
While the both of them left,
Cersei and Jaime froze.
That was the first time they saw their father genuinely smile at someone other than their late mother.
The silence was interrupted by her eldest, Joffrey.
"Mama, I wan' go home!"