Jaime watched as Rhaegar's kids ran about the keep, yelling and playing swords. Aegon was five years old and Rhaenys was six and the newest, Visenya, at two, tried to keep up. Everyone had not expected Elia Martell to not be able to bear another child but she had proved everyone wrong. Privately, the kingsguard, Rhaella and Rhaegar all knew that it had been Harry's doing. Whatever Harry had given Elia had done a good job and Elia had gotten pregnant two years ago.

Daenerys ran right along with her nieces and nephews. Rhaegar's sister was now seven and enjoyed her childhood, as best as Rhaella and Rhaegar could do. Viserys was ten, the oldest, and had already ridden one of the three dragons that Harry had hatched five years ago.

The three dragons, one green, one red, and one black, had the run of the keep and the dragonpit. The newly reconstructed dragonpit had a hole in the dome at the top, better for the dragons to fly in and out when they wanted. Joanna ruled the dragonpit, the oldest among the dragons there.

Tyrion, from what Jaime had heard, was doing quite well in Highgarden. His little brother was enjoying life much better than he probably would have done in Casterly Rock. Cersei had gotten betrothed to Lord Jon Arryn and was now at the Vale, abed with their son. With Lyanna Stark wed to Robert Baratheon, Tywin hadn't settled for a second son and had instead wed Cersei to the Lord of the Vale and Hand of the King.

Jaime didn't really know how his sister was doing and didn't quite miss her. She had stopped sending letters to him the minute that he hadn't raised a fuss over her getting betrothed.

"Where's the Blacklion now?" Ser Lewyn questioned, as the other man walked over to him. Rhaegar was holding court, being guarded by the other knights of the kingsguard.

Jaime grinned, glanced at the other man. "He's in Braavos, trying to get a ship to take him back here. There are not a lot of ship captains that would ferry a lion of Godric's size and a dragon, regardless of Harry's reputation. I think our king had sent a ship from the royal fleet."

Everyone in the capital could tell when Harry had arrived in King's Landing. Joanna, Balerion, Viserion and Rhaegal all roared out and flew over to the docks, their bodies casting big shadows over the city. King Rhaegar and Queen Elia both went to welcome him, along with all of the kingsguard. Jaime stood behind the king, watching the horizon for any sign of the ship.

The four dragons perched on the wall of the city, their wing-claws digging into the stone. Balerion had let Rhaegar ride him, the first dragon amongst the three to do so.

A roar coming from the horizon drew Jaime's attention from the dragons to the ship appearing on the water. He grinned, knowing that roar and the lion that came with it. Another louder roar followed and this one came from a dragon, an unfamiliar dragon.

Harry had arrived in this world four years ago but not anywhere near Jaime. The wizard had arrived in Valyria or so his letters said. Harry had arrived with another dragon from his world and then had traveled. And had kept traveling for four years. Only now did he come back home and at the request of the king. Jaime had sworn that Rhaegar had sent for Harry, knowing that Jaime wanted to see him too.

The ship sailed towards the port, cautiously making its way around other trading ships. The Targaryen banner swayed in the wind on the ship, alerting anyone who saw it that this ship was apart of the royal fleet. Lord Robert Baratheon had come down to meet this Blacklion and had brought his four year old son and heir, Jon Baratheon. Rhaenys and Aegon had already introduced themselves.

The ship finally came to dock with the midday sun and the dragon onboard the ship, a white one, flew up and landed right in front of the welcoming committee. The dragon had old…

"Harry. Did you chain your dragon?" King Rhaegar questioned, raising an eyebrow as Harry walked off the ramp, Godric at his side.

Harry looked… at peace. He was 22 now, the same age as Jaime, and looked… settled. In his letters, he had said that he had killed Voldemort and had left it at that. Jaime had known that there was probably more to the story but then figured that Harry would prefer to tell the story in person.

Harry was wearing a light green tunic, with black leggings, and had a sword at his hip. His black hair had grown longer, long enough that Harry had tied it back. The first person who he looked at was not Rhaegar but Jaime. Their eyes caught and Jaime caught Harry's wink.

"No, Your Grace. I did not. Astra was chained when I found her," Harry answered, stopping in front of their group. "She took a liking to me and I brought her here. I hope you and your wife have been well?"

Godric roared out, loped past everyone and went right for Joanna. Dragon and lion collided happily, with Joanna playfully headbutting the lion.

Rhaenys, Aegon and Visenya grinned, squirming a little under Elia's watchful eyes.

"We have," Elia spoke, smiling softly. "I had Visenya while you were traveling, as you may have heard."

"I did," Harry said, peering over at the children and grinning. "Lord Baratheon, I presume?"

Robert stared at Harry before nodding.

"You wed Lady Stark, if I recall correctly."

Jaime saw Rhaegar shift a little on his feet, dropping his hand down to the sword at his waist.

"Yes. She is definitely the woman I wanted," Robert replied, puffing up and smirking. "She is back at Storm's End."

Harry stared then shrugged. "How are the children then?"

"They're all fine," Rhaegar said, grinning. "Visenya was a gift that we did not expect. You've ridden this dragon then? Astra?"

"We… went through some shit together," Harry offered.

Rhaegar nodded. "We can talk some more in my solar. I would love to hear about your travels and your fight."

"Of course. Essos was definitely interesting," Harry remarked, glancing to the white dragon next to him. "The dragons I hatched certainly seem like they've settled in."

"We rebuilt the dragonpit," Rhaegar explained, as they watched Balerion fly down and inspect the female dragon. Viserion and Rhaegal followed, each dropping down to flank the new one. "Come."

Jaime watched as Harry grinned. The king and queen turned around, followed by their children and guards and walked back up into the city.

Harry stared at Jaime, looking him over and seeing him smile. As soon as they were alone, Harry walked over to the knight, wrapping magic around them to hide their welcome. He heard Godric growl out playfully before focusing on the man before him.

"Did your fight with Voldemort go well?"

"I think it did," Harry replied, taking a step closer to Jaime. "I missed you."

Jaime's lips twitched up into a grin. "I did not miss you. You just bring too much excitement to this city."

Harry rolled his eyes, tugged Jaime into a tight hug. "We'll talk later?"

Jaime nodded, enjoying being able to wrap his arms around his best friend and lover. "The king has a position for you."

"Ah, so it's not that there's a crisis? That's good."

"You're staying?" Jaime asked, as they pulled apart only a little. Harry still had his arms around him and Jaime could feel Harry's fingers slipping under his kingsguard armor. "Harry, not now."

"I cloaked us though," Harry grumbled but removed his fingers. "Yes, I am here to stay. I'm not going back to my world. I'm staying right here."

"Right here?"

Harry snorted, shook his head. "You know what I mean, Jaime."

Jaime nodded, still grinning. A yelp drew both their attention towards the dragons and…

"Who…" Harry trailed off, his eyes wide.

Jaime stared, blinked, and walked over to where Robert's heir was. Jon Baratheon had gotten left behind and the four year old boy was standing right in front of Rhaegal. The green dragon had its' head right at Jon's level and was sniffing him. "That's Robert's son. Jon."

Harry made a motion with his fingers and slowly walked over to Jon and Rhaegal. The boy startled at their booted feet and turned around, his Stark grey eyes wide. Jaime watched as Harry stood before the boy, raising an eyebrow at Jaime.

"I… don't know," Jaime whispered. "He's definitely not-"

"Not Robert's son," Harry finished, staring right at Jon before kneeling at the kid's feet. "Jon?"

The boy peered up at them, eyes wide with fright. "Did I do something wrong? Ser Jaime?"

"No, Jon. Rhaegal is just sniffing you. You were left behind?" Jaime asked, exchanging looks with Harry.

Rhaegal huffed out a loud breath before blinking his big dark eyes and lifting off from the ground. Jon turned to watch the dragon before turning to them, his hands dropped at his sides.

"I didn't mean to do anything!"

Harry sighed. "You didn't do anything wrong. Come on, let's get you back to your father."

Harry opened up his arms, waited patiently for Jon to make up his mind on going with Harry.

Jon looked up at Jaime, who nodded. "He's a friend."

Jon walked into Harry's arms and burrowed into him. Jaime watched as Harry stood up, led the way to catch up with the king and queen.

"Did you know?" Harry questioned quietly, as they walked through the port and up into the city.

"About Jon? No. Arthur might," Jaime answered. "Rhaegar most certainly does. I saw him move uncertainly when you talked with Robert."

Two hours later, Rhaegar was in his solar, sorting through letters from some lords and ladies. Several open books were on the desk as well, open to various pages. Harry stared at him from where he was standing in front of Rhaegar's desk. Ser Jaime and Ser Arthur were standing guard at the door.

"Harry."

"Rhaegar, you are my best friend and like a brother to me. What happened between you and Lyanna Stark?"

Rhaegar peered up at him then sighed. "We were alone one night in that year you were gone. There had been a tourney at Storm's End."

"Right. And you got her pregnant."

"Yes. Had she already been wed to Robert at the time?"

"Yes."

"Does Elia know?"

Rhaegar shook his head.

"Well, Rhaegal took to Jon," Harry spoke, frowning. "I suppose you offered to foster him when he is older?"

"Yes, and Robert accepted. Harry, Robert does not know and nor does Elia. Lyanna just let Robert believe that Jon was his. I don't know what will happen when the truth comes out."

Harry stared at the king then started to pace, across the room. "Wasn't Robert's grandmother a Targaryen?"

Rhaegar's eyes widened as he nodded. "That explanation might just work. A comet…"

"Yes, I heard of it. A comet ran across the stars the day of his birth. People talked of it even in Astapor. What of Lyanna's brothers?"

"Brandon, you mean? He died in a fight a year back," Rhaegar said, remembering the letter that had come from Lord Rickard. "Eddard Stark is to be the heir to Winterfell and he is not called the Quiet Wolf for nothing."

Harry nodded, stopping his pacing and glaring at Rhaegar. "Elia deserves better than this."

"I am well aware of that. And to think what might have happened if my father was still on the throne."

Harry shuddered. "Alright then. That's settled."

Rhaegar stared at him before dipping his head in a nod. "Harry, I asked you to come home for two reasons. One being the reason we cannot speak of in public and the other…"

Harry grinned a little. "Jaime said you had a position for me?"

"Court Sorcerer. You can take the job if you want."

"What, do you know of any other sorcerers like me?"

Rhaegar snorted, shook his head.

Harry had just slipped into bed, in his new permanent quarters in the Red Keep, when someone opened the door. The elder wand slipped into his hand but he calmed down when he realized that it was just Jaime. Godric let out a soft growl before relaxing at the foot of the bed. Harry had provided a handmade nest for the lion, one that would stay in the corner of the room.

"Ah, so now, it's you slipping into my bed."

Jaime let out a quiet laugh as he slipped off his armor and cloak, placed Brightroar on the desk out in Harry's solar. Harry watched as Jaime walked over and moved onto the bed, slipping underneath the covers with him.

"You know, I read the kingsguard vows," Harry continued idly, turning over to face the other man. "They don't prohibit sex."

Jaime rolled his eyes as Harry moved closer.

"They just prohibit having children and owning lands," Harry said, moving his arm around to pull Jaime into a kiss. It was hot and slow, as Harry slowly moved over on top of Jaime, glancing down at him.

"I've waited five years to do this," Jaime retorted, groaning as Harry's hands moved about his chest.

"Surely that kiss all those years ago was enough?" Harry asked, rocking against him.

"Fuck me already."

"As you wish, ser."

AN: That's it for this story! I hope you guys enjoyed this!