The Fight Pit.
Nine year old Renly Baratheon, youngest brother of Robert and Stannis Baratheon, laughed at his four year old nephew, whom he considered one of his best friends.
Harry, Renly decided wasn't a normal four year old, but Renly liked him because of it.
They were in the training grounds of kings landing, practicing their swordsplay.
Harry clashed his sword against his younger uncles, seeing a clear spot, Harry disarmed his uncle in one swift movement he once read from a book about the old Valria.
Groaning, Renly was left on the ground, looking up towards his nephew.
"How did you do it? Gods I really didn't see that one coming!"
Smirking, Harry held a hand towards his fallen uncle whom he considered more as a friend.
Renly took the offered hand with a laugh and looked into Harry's eyes with curiosity.
"Well?"
Harry looked confused and asked
"Well what?"
Rolling his eyes Renly replied
"Where did you learn that trick from?"
Smiling Harry answered
"I learned it from a book I once read."
Huffing Renly rolled his eyes again.
"Gods, I should have guessed "
Looking towards each other, they couldn't help but laugh.
Cersei looked towards Jaime, who was looking from the balcony towards something with a smile on his face.
Coming closer Cersei stood by his right and asked with curiosity .
"What amuses you so dear brother?"
Startled, Jaime turned towards his sister, but then smiled.
"Look for yourself."
There she saw her second eldest son, Harrison, fighting his uncle, her brother in law, Renly Baratheon.
She watched in shock, as her four year old son disarmed his uncle in one swift move.
"Brilliant, isn't he."
Looking towards her brother, she saw him giving her son a proud look, one a father would direct towards his son.
But that was the problem, Harrison wasn't Jaime's son, Joffrey was.
Harry, was the perfect prince. He's strong and has a strong mind, everyone adores him even her own cold father, who wouldn't have given anyone all of his attention, not even his own children, even her, when her son first met his grandfather a year ago, she knew he made a great impression towards her father, and the genuine smile her father gave towards her son showed it, her son, she decided, would've been a great King, but her eldest, Joff is the crown prince, not Harry. She felt guilty for some unknown reason, she then hardened her expression. And answered her brother while they watched her son being praised by ser Barristan Selmy.
"Yes, he is."
She then turned around and left, to find her golden lion, Joffrey.
The hound or formally known as Sandor Clegane, watched as his charge, the prince Harrison, and his youngest uncle whispered towards each other, it looked like they had a heated discussion about something important, he decided.
Renly looked towards Harry with a shocked face.
"No way Harry ! Firstly, they won't let us out of their sights and secondly, how will you convince them, hum?"
Harry looked at him with a pointed face, gods, Harry knew he hated that look!
"Really Ren? You know they won't bat an eyelash if we just say we wanted to explore the city."
Rolling his eyes again, Renly huffed.
"And how are we going to do that then?"
Renly saw the mischief in his best friend and nephews eyes, he was almost scared at what the answer would be.
Harry looked towards his guard, Sandor, whom he also considered as one of his friends.
"Padfoot of course!"
Sandor's pondering was interrupted when he heard his charge call him.
Looking towards the two, Harry to be specific, Sandor wished he hadn't.
As much as he liked the lad, his charge was full of surprises, and Sandor didn't like surprises.
Harry was always curious why his uncle Jaime, would sometimes sneek out and come back with a satisfied grin on his face while he was covered with sweat.
So Renly, Sandor and himself decided that they would find out.
Covered in black clothes, they followed.
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Entering the fighting pit, Jaime put a mask on to cover his face.
The crowd was cheering, a fairly thin but swift man fought against an overly large man. The chosen weapon of each were both swords.
Signing himself as a competitor, Jaime waited on his turn. He listened as the commentator talked.
"And the snake of dorne won against the ferocious bandit!"
Looking towards his right, Jaime heard the shuffling of feet, curious, he turned around, and he wished he hadn't.
But he had no time to react, because he was the next competitor against an old but muscled large man named, Carl.
"And our next competitors are, the golden lion against Carl!!!"
Harry couldn't believe his eyes, his uncle Jaime was fighting !
Smiling he turned towards his fellow companions.
Renly grinned at him while Sandor just raised an eyebrow.
Then they turned their attention back to his uncle Jaime.
Silently Slipping back out the door, Harry, Renly and Sandor began their way back towards the keep, but they were interrupted by a very, I mean veeeeeery familiar voice.
"Did you enjoy the show, dearest nephew?"
Leaning against the wall Jaime watched with amusement as his nephew tried to sneak out the door with his companions, the hound and the Kings younger brother, Renly Baratheon.
Smirking, he just couldn't help himself.
"Did you enjoy the show, dearest nephew?"
And Like a deer in the light, they all froze.
Gods the expression that his nephew wore would forever stay in his mind 'so adorable!' But he didn't say it out loud.
Smiling innocently towards his uncle Jaime, Harry replied.
"Oh what a surprise! Hello uncle Jai, fancy meeting you here!"
Renly shook his head in despair, he shouldn't have listened to Harry, really, his nephew and friend may be very mature for his age, but whenever he had a twinkle of mischief in his eyes, the outcome always sank. But not to be hypocritical, he also was the same as his nephew, when it came towards mischief.
Walking towards the keep, with his nephew in the nape of his shoulder, giving his nephew a soft spank on his bum, Jaime questioned Harry again.
"Really , my little Harry" at that his nephew raised his eyebrows and answered him with a sassy reply not that he cared what it was.
Looking towards the other two companions, Jaime turned towards the dog.
"Answer me dog, why were they walking around the city without informing someone?"
The dog, Sandor Clegane, shook his head.
"No my lord their father and brother, the King Robert accepted their desire to walk around town with me as their guard."
Now it was his time to raise his eyebrows, Jaime proposed.
Looking towards his nephew.
"Is that so Harry ?"
His nephew gave him a pointed look.
Jaime then chuckled
"Harry, if you were curious you could've just asked me you know."
Harry began to deny it but was cut short by his uncles pointed look, so he relented.
"Fine, yes I was curious. But uncle " giving his uncle the puppy eyes, Harry knew his uncle couldn't stand it." Can I come with you the next time you'll fight in the pit, I promise I won't tell anyone and Renly and Sandor also won't, please uncle?"
Jaime froze, his nephew was giving him the Cubs eyes again, he then huffed in annoyance 'the little trickster knew how to play' he thought with a roll of his eyes.
Looking back towards his nephew, Jaime accepted.
The adorable smile that accompanied, was totally worth it. Jaime was actually very glad that his nephew had a little bit of fun, instead of being too mature for his own good.