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Their trip is over, and now Robert and his wife Lyanna are finally back in Kings Landing. Stannis and Elia are also staying here, as the former was appointed by his King Brother to be Master of Ships. Oberyn and his bastard paramour ended up returning to their deserts in Dorne.

Today was an uneventful day in the Red Keep, and not much went on. So when Lyanna went to sleep, she did not expect her slumber to be haunted; how wrong she was.

In her dreams, Lyanna was back in the Tower of Joy. She was drugged, unable to move but still conscious. Still capable of feeling as the white haired prince forced himself inside of her roughly. His purple eyes did not have guilt, compassion, anger, or even lust. They were utterly devoid of all emotion.

When she woke up, there was cold sweat running down her forehead. Lyanna gulped in air, and after looking around the room was able to calm herself down. This is actually one of her better nightmares; a few times she woke up screaming or clambered out of bed to the corner of the room where she would curl up into a tight ball until Robert could brush her hair and calm her down from the panic attack.

Oh Gods, why won't it stop? The Targaryens are gone, Rhaegar is dead, it should have ended when Eddard rescued me from the tower. Perhaps it would have been better if the potion in my wine had killed me. Then at least Robert would not be stuck with me. I'm weak; weak and dirty and disgusting and broken ...

It was the that Lyanna actually got a look at Robert; he was having a nightmare as well. She could see the way he grimaced and winced and murmured in his sleep, she could see the stressed look on his face.

In the past, Lyanna would wrap her arms around Robert or stroke his hair whenever he was having nightmares. This time however, Lyanna decided to try something different.

"Robert. Robert. Wake up, you're having a nightmare."

Lyanna repeated herself a few times and shook Robert on his broad and muscular shoulders until his eyes sprung open.

"Lyanna?"

"Robert, you were having a bad dream again."

Robert smiled sheepishly, "I din not mean to wake you."

"Don't worry about it, I wasn't getting much sleep anyway. Do you want to talk about it?"

Robert shook his head, "It does no good to dwell on the past."

Lyanna placed her hand gently on Robert's chest. "Robert, you can trust me. I know about death, I understand what it is like to lose someone you love."

Robert Baratheon is silent, but right when Lyanna suspects he will not take he opens up.

"When I was twelve years old, I watched both of my parents die."

With that, they started talking. They ended up talking the entire night, Robert talking about his hardships and fears while Lyanna listened compassionately. Being able to help someone made Lyanna feel better, it made her feel like she was actually good for something.

When Robert was finished, he said one last thing. "Lyanna, you truly are the best thing that ever happened to me."

Lyanna did not know what to say to this, so she decided to use her mouth another way. Leaning in gently, Lyanna kissed Robert. This quickly lead to more kissing, and soon to other things.

Afterwards, they both slept peacefully in each other's arms, strait through the first half of the day.

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