Game of Thrones: For the Love of a Lion

Chapter 1 of my new Game of Thrones story; enjoy.

Just a note on the important character ages as I've had to edit them to make them fit the scenarios:

Tommen and Bran: 16
Robin: 15
Arya, Trystane and Myrcella: 17
Sansa, Margaery and Joffrey: 18

Anyway, hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin.

Chapter 1

There was the usual buzz of conversation on the bus as the students talked with those sitting next to them. The school had arranged a field trip for the freshmen and sophomore years. One student however was not taking part in the conversations; mainly as there was nobody for him to talk to. The boy's name was Robin Arryn; he was fifteen with short brown hair, brown eyes and rather pale skin.

His paleness made him look ill and, in truth, he was. He had been born with an obscure medical condition which plagued him through his whole life and required him to remain on routine uses of medication. He was clad in his school uniform which, in the warm weather, consisted of grey uniform shorts, a blue button up shirt, a dark red blazer, blue and red tie, navy blue calf high sock and grey shoes. The shorts permitted lengths were varied, being permitted to be between knee length and two and a half inches above that length. In Robin's case he wore them the maximum length permitted, to hide as much of his sickly pale skin as possible.

He was also painfully shy and had no siblings; his cousins were of different ages. Only one of them would be able to come on this trip and sadly, seventeen year old Bran Stark was not on the trip.

As such, Robin was alone; thinking quietly to himself, reflecting on his family. He had just picked up his book from his bag. It was a copy of 'Treasure Island', a very old copy that had belonged to his father, Jon Arryn. Jon Arryn had been an old man, even when Robin was born; he had died some years later, much to Robin's grief. Robin's love of reading had been nurtured by his father. His mother, Lysa Arryn, wasted no time in remarrying, marrying her childhood sweetheart, Petyr Baelish. Robin however disliked Petyr, for various reasons.

As such, despite his mother's chagrin about it, he was able to get help to ensure he kept his father's last name. It seemed petty, but it was really the only small victory he could manage against the man, who seemed to expect Robin to behave a certain way. Blinded by her love for Petyr, Lysa turned a blind eye to it. Not that his treatment from his mother was much better, she just couldn't seem to accept he was now fifteen. His illness in particular caused her to still act as if he was still six years old.

He frowned as he overheard the two boys in the seats in front of him. They were talking crudely about a pair of girls, sitting across from them. They were eying them in their uniforms; grey pleated skirts, ending two and a half inches above the knee, the shortest available length, the longest being knee length; a blue blouse; a dark red blazer; blue and red tie; navy blue knee high socks and grey shoes. He rolled his eyes, disgusted by their actions, clearly eyeing up the girls in hopes of attracting them.

Something like that however did not appeal to Robin, especially in such a crude way. So, to take his mind of everything, he tried to focus on his book. He had only read a couple of pages when someone spoke from next to him.

"Hey, do you mind if I sit here, everywhere else is full."

He looked up suddenly; the boy standing next to him was smiling politely. He had short neat blonde hair, green eyes and a toned build; he was also clad in his school uniform. Robin noted that, unlike most, the boy was bold enough to wear his shorts the shortest available length, revealing toned strong tanned legs.

Robin nodded. "S-sure."

The boy's smile widened and he sat down. Robin felt his mouth go dry and he shifted slightly; feeling a little uncomfortable. The boy turned to him, quirking an eyebrow.

"So what's the book you're reading?" He asked casually.

Robin showed him the front cover and the boy nodded.

He turned his attention back to Robin. "They've made that into a movie, haven't they?"

Robin nodded before adding. "Yeah, but I think the book is better though."

The boy nodded in response.

"Yeah, my sister says the same about movies made from books she's seen." He remarked before holding out his hand. "Oh, I'm Tommen Baratheon, by the way."

Robin shook his hand, noting how warm it felt and replied. "Robin Arryn."

Tommen nodded, settling back into his seat.

Robin bit his lip; he thought the boy looked familiar. Tommen was the youngest son of President Robert Baratheon, a friend of his father's. He was quite a popular student; along with his older siblings, seventeen year old Myrcella, the Head Cheerleader, and eighteen year old Joffrey. They were also the richest of the students and were well liked by their friends, at least Tommen and Myrcella were. Joffrey was a different story, but he didn't want to think about that.

Instead he tried to focus on what Tommen was saying, but he was distracted, watching the way his lips moved as he talked. He quickly focused himself.

"Sorry, what was that?"

Tommen smiled and replied. "I asked why you were by yourself; everybody seemed to be sitting in any other seat."

Robin bit his lip and bowed his head "I don't really know any of these people, I guess I kinda, warded them off with that."

"Can't understand that, you seem like a nice person." Tommen remarked. "Oh; do you mind, I should probably fix my shirt, I was in a hurry this morning."

It was then Robin noted Tommen's shirt was buttoned up wrong, the school was quite firm about uniform. He nodded and Tommen proceeded to unbutton his shirt and began buttoning it up properly. As he did so Robin felt his mouth go dry again and his face heat up as he saw Tommen's toned build; the healthy tan skin, compared to Robin and his pale sickly skin. He lowered his gaze, inadvertently noting the fine blonde hairs, running down his stomach to below the waistband of his shorts.

Realizing what he was doing; he quickly tore his gaze away, feeling his face heat up.

'He looks so good; compared to me, looking so sickly.' He thought. 'His legs are strong, not like mine, pale thin sticks stuck to my hips.'

Amongst the negative self-image was some embarrassment that he had been staring at Tommen like that. That was one of the main reasons he didn't approve of those boys behaviour, and why he didn't look at the girls like that. It was also his deepest secret, hiding it from even his mother. Robin wasn't sure exactly when he realized it, but he knew, and hid the fact that, he was homosexual.

Not helping him was the undeniable fact that Tommen was a rather good looking young man. Fit and healthy and clearly comfortable with himself. So, without being impolite, he distracted himself from these thoughts by engrossing himself in his book. That worked well as the bus started up and began leaving, Tommen finished fixing his shirt. Robin had to try hard to focus on his book, not let his gaze slip over to Tommen's bare legs, so close to his own.

Later however he felt something and turned to see. He blushed as he saw Tommen had fallen asleep and his head had dropped onto Robin's shoulder. Not wanting to weird Tommen out, but wanting to help him stay comfortable; he moved slightly, straightening up afterwards and relaxed as best he could. He just prayed that he could get through this; especially since Tommen had been nice to him. He just hoped that, if he could keep his feelings under control, they could become friends.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.