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I've heard some rumors
About another girl
I heard she's cute
But she stores nuts like a squirrel
And that's all cool
I'll wait right here
'Til you get bored
And she gets carded for beer
I'm the one
I'm just that slick
You won't find better
I'm honey dipped
There ain't a thing
That's fake on me
I miss you baby
Come home to me
Are you hiding in the closet?
Are you underneath the bed?
Did you go for a long walk off a short pier?
How come you're not here?
Should I worry you've been bitten?
Or somebody got you high?
Quick come back
Or I might just die
How come you're not here?
Has anyone seen?
Has anyone seen?
Has anyone seen why he's hiding from me?
Sansa looked glumly out the window as she heard Jaime move around in their chambers. She knew that this marriage wasn't wanted by either of them but Jaime at least seem to take it in good graces, well, better graces then her at least. In the three years of marriage Sansa found herself opening up, little by little to him, she tried not to but there was something about him, and she just found herself trusting him.
Jaime walked over and sat down next to her, tucking away a stray hair with his good hand, smiling at his beautiful wife, humming to himself.
"What is on your mind my feisty wife?" She could hear the smile in his voice and she just closed her eyes. Dear gods, why oh why did he have to be so charming?
"Nothing Jaime," she replied leaning against the window, "just finding it amusing everyone seems to think it's a good idea to leave me, the last known surviving Stark alone so often."
"Well no one has ever said the Lannister servants were overly bright."
"You shouldn't be mean to them Jaime, they are good people, better than most of the Lords and Ladies I have to interact with."
"And do tell me wife who are the good ones you interact with?"
Sansa remained quiet, eyes still shut, forehead pressed to the window.
"I just wish we could be honest with one another, truly honest," she finally sighed, still refusing to look at him.
"I am honest with you Sansa."
"No, you're not. I know when you're lying Husband, you are not very good at hiding things from me of all people."
Jaime cupped her chin and moved her head so it faced him, but she stubbornly kept her eyes closed.
"I know I did not come into this marriage willing my wolf but neither did you," he reminded her, "but I have grown to love you, you know that right?"
Sansa opened her eyes then. ""I know but I'm not the only one that you love." She hopped up then, wiping a single tear from her cheek. "Come husband, it is late and we have the feast tomorrow to celebrate three years of marriage."
Jaime followed his young wife to bed, but he could not help but think of that single tear and how it made him feel like someone was stabbing him in the heart.
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Sansa was not a stupid girl, no matter what act she put on for the court. Jaime had been absent for the last week after that brief talk, coming to bed after she had retired and leaving before she was awake. She knew he would have slept in his own chambers but she helped keep most of his nightmares at bay and he did the same for her.
She knew there was someone else, though she refused to believe the rumours that he was Cersei's lover (she might admit it made a lot of sense to herself, alone in bed at night however). She never considered herself a jealous person bus she was filled with jealous at the thought of anyone else with him, burning hatred mixing in with the jealousy when she thought of him with Cersei.
After so many years together she wondered, late at night what was her place in Jaime's life? Would she ever even affect his life in some way with his sister there, holding on to him? The discord between the twins since her marriage gave her hope that she immediately stomped down on, it did no good to bet against a Lannister, especially the former Queen who looked at Sansa with hatred every time she entered a room on Jaime's arm (or just generally entered a room).
Sansa hoped that as this mad, power hungry Cersei grew more and more ruthless Jaime might see his sister for who she truly is but she doubted it. She couldn't bring herself to leave Jaime however, she loved him and she felt, that no matter the age gap between them they were better suited then Jaime and Cersei could ever be.
She decided to take a walk, not knowing where she was heading but just needing to get out of her chambers for a moment. She thought about heading to the gardens but at this time of day the ladies of the court like to sit in the gardens and gossip and she had no interest in joining them. She found herself walking near Jaime's chambers and without thinking opened the outer door before closing it and running away.
Jaime and Cersei kissing. Jamie and Cersei touching, half naked ran through her head. She had to get out of King's Landing straight away.
Not aware of what she was doing Sansa showed all the clothes that would be good for travel into her bad, along with two daggers Jaime had given her as a wedding present. Automatically she made her way to Brienne's room, where Sansa stumbled across Ser Bronn as well. Without saying a word Bronn left, coming back shortly with his own bag of clothes as Brienne finished packing her own bag.
Sneaking into the kitchen Bronn filled two more bags with food before they made their way to the stable.
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Jaime felt a chill pass through him as he kissed Cersei and thought he heard the door open, he turned to look but the door was close but the chill didn't leave him, so gently he pushed Cersei away.
"This isn't right anymore," he said, running his good hand through his hair in frustration. "I can't keep doing this Cersei."
"Because of your Stark whore?!" She spat out at him, anger marring her face.
"What about all you little whores in the King's guard?" He shot back at her. "Before I was married I was only ever with you but you can't say that can you? They talk the King's guard do, though I only realised it was you they were talking about after my marriage. They told me you said never to mention you by name as I might take offense to what they were saying as you were my sister and all but you just wanted more people in you web. You couldn't get Robert in it so his guards would be fine enough."
"You know I have only loved you," she hissed, standing there in shook.
"No you have only loved yourself sister. You have fooled yourself for years into thinking you love me but I was nothing but a tool in you fight to be on the top but I am no longer your tool sister," Jaime tidied up his clothing but before leaving he paused at the door.
"I have loved you my whole life sister, but it was not real. I have that with Sansa and you have that with yourself."
