Hello, this Game of Thrones Fanfic is based mainly on the television series. When the story begins, my OC, Aurora, is a poor kitchen servant in King's Landing. Despite her appealing body, she has managed to stay pure because she will only give herself to an honest man (Jon Snow seems like the most likely candidate, lol) Unfortunately in Westeros, many men are brutes, and Aurora might just die a virgin…for she would rather die than let a beastly man take yet another thing simply because they want it.

I don't own anything related to the franchise , etc. etc. etc. I only own my OC, Aurora. I am not sure who to pair my OC with yet…there are so many nice options...Jon Snow is a nice guy, but I would love to see him turn naughty. (You gotta' know something, Jon Snow!)

WARNING: This fanfiction contains mature language and mature subject matter.


Chapter 1 A Sweet Little Saucy Thing


King Robert chuckled heartily as his repugnant and portly hand slapped the rear end of a clearly frightened and equally disgusted young serving girl. The king, as always, bantered on in his inebriated state as saliva and fine red wine drizzled down his thin lips into the recesses of his greying beard.

"Look at the fine set on this one! I'd bet a war will be started over these tits one day. What I would give to fight one last time with my men. Imagine…to cut through squealing green boys and slash bastards one last time—all to die for some kitchen wench's tits!" The drunken king heaved out a dry laugh as his fat body leaned back in his dining chair, the beautifully crafted mahogany wood creaking sadly under his cumbersome weight.

A group of the Kingsguard men stood against the angled walls near his personal dining table as the serving girl trembled in haste to set his final plate and be done with her task so she could retreat to the safety of the kitchens. The Kingsguard men, heeding their king's remark, smirked in agreement as they unabashedly gawked at the girl's supple body. At a glance, the girl seemed solely built by the Gods to pleasure men in some forsaken whorehouse. Her breasts were indeed supple but quite round and shapely. Her waist delicately curved in a manner only described as quite feminine as it rose towards the curve of her ample buttocks. Despite her modest dress, a simple unadorned dull peach frock, her sinuous body failed to remain hidden as the cloth tightened over the curvature of her sensuous bust and behind. Her pale white skin, unmarred with the exception of an occasional beauty mark, was tantalizing as fear and anxiety at the king's remark caused her creamy chest to heave as her heartbeat increased. One of the perverse Kingsguard men reached out to lecherously tug a lock of the poor girl's hair as she passed on her way to retrieve another dish from her serving platter on a far end-table. The man was young, but grimy with a large hooked nose and crooked teeth. The repulsive man brought the lock of long curly brown hair to his twisted nose and sniffed dramatically as the King and other guards laughed vigorously at their own licentious barbarity. The girl's face shone bright red as she attempted to move past the man, unable to retrieve the last dish due to his brutish grip on her lock of hair.

"I've got myself a curly, curvy serving girl, men. Ahahah!" The King's shiny pink face scrunched as he laughed hard at his jibe, shamelessly drunken on wine and bloated with heavy eating and far too many years of poor humor.

Peridot eyes shone with tears as the serving girl wanted nothing more than to wipe all men off the face of Westeros. True, at first glance the girl appeared to have the body of a "whore", but she most certainly would never commit such debauchery with her own body. For she was pure of heart and body but cursed by ill-fate to bear the immense burden of physical beauty in a brutal world filled with war and rotten men. Aurora, the serving girl, cursed the Gods in that moment for throwing her into the Known world with…with such a damned sinful appearance. Her beloved mother had to hide her away while growing up to protect her virtue from boys and men alike in her small northern village outside of Winterfell until she was grown and was sent to King's Landing for a "better" life. She had tried to keep to the kitchens for her time in the capital as a kitchen servant. For a year she had tried to stay away from bad men. All men in the capital were untrustworthy. All men in King's Landing were foolish, selfish, lecherous beasts. In fact, for the most part, the girl had trouble with finding an honest man anywhere she had been in life thus far. They were all beasts…and her appearance only brought forth their true nature. Today, however, she was forced to be a temporary serving girl to the King as one of the girls suddenly had trouble walking, her limp preventing her from serving the King and carrying a large platter. She could only guess what ill-fate occurred to cause the girl's sudden limp.

Aurora tensed as she realized the man had suddenly let go of her hair. Stifling her trembling lower lip, she made to pass by the group of men to her platter when their grimy hands brushed her backside as she walked past. Aurora shuddered but said nothing and continued on in agony as the men and king continued to snort and taunt. Finally, after what seemed like a century, the girl retrieved the final dish and made her way to the table. She reached the slobbering King and placed the dish beside a platter of eaten chicken. The entire chicken was picked clean, its bones dull as its meat had been devoured fully by the hoggish King. Internally, Aurora cringed in absolute disgust; men were indeed beasts. Enduring their snickers and continued harassment, the young girl gathered her serving platter and hastily made to exit. Thankfully, the King's attention suddenly turned to the young squire Lancel Lannister, whose face and hair had "pissed the King off".

"Bring me my wine, you golden-haired bastard. Can't swing a dead chicken without hitting a damned Lannister in this city. What's a King got to do to get some damned drink? Pour, boy! Your whore mother raised a damn court jester!" Aurora left silently as the King spewed a line of insults towards the young Lannister and his family, the guards also staring down the young Lannister squire.

When she pushed open the door, the young brunette was met with the sight of Jaime Lannister, his golden armor shining without so much as a scuff in sight and his arm poised to knock on the door. The girl had never seen the fabled Kingslayer before this moment, but she knew from the stories that this handsome blonde man had to be the great Jaime Lannister, twin brother to the Queen, that all the servants gossiped fervently about in the kitchens. Light green eyes met deeper green as the servant girl's awe-struck stare met the Kingslayer's calmer gaze. For a moment, Aurora's heart warmed as the handsome man before her nodded respectfully, his eyes locked on her face with polite regard. This moment, however, was short lived as a brief glance down on Jaime's behalf evoked a smirk from the man.

"Which pleasure house did the King snatch you from?" the man remarked in a bitter tone as he eyed the short womanly stature of the petite thing before him. "Tell me, do you enjoy lying under a fat hog, or are you simply bearing the grunting brute's prick for some petty coin? Or perhaps both?" The Kingslayer leered as his appallingly scathing remark took Aurora by surprise. The man thought he was so witty, taking his hatred for the King and the King's whores out on her of all people. He didn't even know her! Aurora's eyes narrowed. She was fed up with all the men in this Gods forsaken capital. Bastards, all of them!

For the first time since she left the kitchens that day, Aurora spoke up to the insulting comment, "You must think yourself witty, Ser Jaime. I will have you know that I am most certainly no whore. I would not give my virtue to that beast or any other of his kind for that matter! You men…you make me yearn for an early grave so I would no longer be bothered by your snide glances and grotesque remarks! Good-night to you, Kingslayer." Aurora stormed past the Lannister's towering form, pushing him marginally aside with her platter, slightly scuffing his flawless golden suit of armor triumphantly. She made it a point to hiss the title "Kingslayer" at the end to remind the man he was a monster.

Jaime looked on slightly amused by the stunning girl that had just stormed off. Looking down at his golden suit of armor, Jaime traced the scuff lightly. Her platter had grazed him when she tried to shove him aside with her tiny body. At first sight of her pleasing visage, he thought her one of the King's many whores. But the platter and her petulant words told him she must be one of the many newer serving girls. Jaimie smirked to himself in deep thought. Saucy little thing. The king won't keep his sword hidden much longer.

There, she had told him! She had just told him off well indeed. Oh Gods no. Panic reared its ugly head as Aurora neared the shabby doors of the kitchens, clutching the platter in growing realization. She had just insulted and most likely infuriated Jaime Lannister….not only a Kingsguard but the very dear brother of the Queen….A Lannister lion. Aurora groaned in delayed regret. She would be flogged to death. Or left to fester and rot in the castle dungeon...Or perhaps defiled by a group of repulsive guards and publicly beheaded for her single misdeed.

"I must leave for home. I cannot stay in the capital now that I've... Oh Gods, please save me." Aurora groaned in tears when she entered the larder adjacent to the main kitchen. She set the fine platter on a chopping table with little care, worrying her bottom lip with the predicament she had just riled herself into.

"All I had to do was pass by and feign indifference as I always do…Why did I have to open my big mouth? I'm ruined!"

The girl slid down a side wall and panicked as she replayed her caustic insult towards the Kingslayer in her head. He was probably going to run her through with a sword in her sleep, the sick man that he was. She would sleep tonight and depart tomorrow by noon; it was no longer safe in the capital. It was never a safe place for her to begin with. The kitchen door connected to the larder opened with a creak and Aurora shot up and wiped her face rapidly to see who had entered. In the doorway, an older woman who worked the kitchens passed with a wicker basket of cheese and bread. In relief, the young girl passed the elderly woman and exited the larder. Since her serving duties to the King had been committed today, regretfully so, Aurora took her leave to her small servant's quarters for the night. Her lesser room was no bigger than the smallest privy in the castle, but at least she would not be bothered here. Quickly untying her dull peach frock, Aurora slipped out of the cloth, shimmying to pull it down when she reached her backside. Damn her fat arse! Aurora was quite critical of her appearance due to the manner in which other women regarded her body when their harsh, judgmental eyes skimmed her in disapproval. Her own mother had once taken away whatever treats she got when she turned fifteen merely because her mother deemed her "too full in some areas". And so men hassled her and women measured her a fat whore as she endured perverse remarks and derisive whispers whilst in the eye of the public. Cringing at the memory of traumatic past encounters with gossip, Aurora slipped on an off-white nightgown and braided her long light brown curls into a single tail on the side of her head. Tomorrow, she would request release from her duties in the kitchens, where women mostly wondered and the bustle distracted any entering men. She would then gather her things and leave North to return home. Today's unfortunate events with a smaller serving staff had forced her to serve the King, possibly one of the most brazen and repugnant men to ever disgrace the Iron Throne and all of Westeros. Yes, tomorrow she would no longer have to continue to hide away in the kitchens. She would rise early in the morn as always to scuttle surreptitiously to the kitchens one last time before she would slip back unseen to her humble quarters to gather what little she had. All would be just fine, the Gods would see to it.

As Aurora patted her finished braid and slipped onto her small hay-stuffed bed, the door to her quarters boomed with a series of harsh, rapid knocks. Aurora clutched her chest, shocked by the brutal nature of the knocking.

"The King requests your presence in his chambers. You must come at once." A guard's authoritative voice sounded from outside the door. Hastily, Aurora threw her peach frock back on and sloppily tied the strings. Not hearing any more movement outside the door, she reluctantly cracked the door open to peer outside. She was, however, not safe. The guard pushed the door in completely and grasped her forearm hard. Aurora gasped in terror, her worst fear was now becoming a reality. After hiding for so long, one day seen by men and she would be defiled against her will. Tears brimmed in her eyes.

"The King wants to fuck you raw tonight, girl." The man's voice said in dirty humor as he dragged her out of the room, harshly pulling her down the hallway and through the castle. Noticing the current path, Aurora knew she was on her way to the private chambers of King Robert. If there were any time to fight, now was the moment. Aurora stopped dead in her tracks, the guard almost ripping her arm from the socket as he tried to drag her further. He stopped his pull for a brief second, and she took the opportunity to kick and pull as she attempted to struggle an escape. The Kingsguard gripped harder and pulled her towards him. His arm wrapped around her upper torso, Aurora screamed and bit his hand, the only skin not presently protected by armor.

"You bitch!" The man strangled out as he backhanded her hard. Aurora could already feel her cheek pulsing from the blunt force of the blow, the impact not hard enough, however, to leave any lingering mark or pain. The guard's grip had loosened a bit after the blow, and although in some pain, the young girl continued to fight for her freedom. Clawing and kicking, Aurora fought the deathgrip of the Kingsguard taking her further and further towards the doom of the King's chambers. She had protected herself for so long and had succeeded thus far. Crying, Aurora imagined losing her virtue painfully to some slovenly calloused pig of a King.

Please Gods, please help me. I beg of you. Please. Another blow from the Kingsguard, this time to her stomach, knocked the wind out of her. Exhausted and in agony from the blow, Aurora's fighting withered down to loud sobbing that echoed through the final hallway to the King's chambers. The Kingsguard had lifted the short girl and carried her over his shoulder, his unwelcome hand rubbing her thighs as he snickered.

"I'm gonna fuck you bloody when the King gets done with you." The nauseating guard carrying her slapped her backside hard as he brought her uncomfortably closer to the King's door, her stomach in pain as it moved to hit his gilded armor with his every step.

At the door stood none other than Jaime Lannister. Jaime had heard a girl's wails and struggle as he recognized Meryn Trant's form sauntering down the hall smiling smugly; carrying what appeared to be a very shapely yet unwilling girl towards the King's chambers. So the King has resorted to abducting his latest victims? The Kingslayer heard the girl heave another great sob and then a shudder as Meryn Trant's hand assaulted her thighs and backside. The girl's face was turned opposite, but he recalled the brown haired beauty that had exited the king's chambers earlier on in the evening. The saucy serving girl, he had deemed her in his head. Yes, the same peach frock and light curly brown hair, now braided, came into clarity as Meryn Trant stopped in front of the door. Jaime raised his chin as he stared down at his fellow Kingsguard. He then glanced pointedly to the whimpering girl hoisted stiffly on Trant's armor-clad shoulder like a cheap sack of potatoes.

"Did this girl volunteer to come on this very dark, scary night to pleasure our stout sovereign? Because to me, it very much looks like you are carrying an unwilling young maiden to her own rape at the hands of King Robert. Please do inform me if I am wrong." Jaime glared at Trant but contained his true fury at the fat bastard of a King as he questioned the virgin's exasperated and indisposed state.

Trant let out a loud snort and slapped the poor girl's ass hard again as he responded to Jaime's inquisition, "This little piggy is going to be devoured by the King tonight. If I'm lucky, he won't hurt her too bad with his prick in her virgin cunt. I want a go at her afterwards. I'll let you have the scraps, Kingslayer," Trant's and the King's disgusting plans for the girl were revealed as Jaime's stare turned into a stony glare. The "Kingslayer" remark and Trant's macabre mention of the girl's soon-to-be rape set Jaime over the edge.

"As much as I'm sure our King would just love to eat her up on a spindle with sauce and a nice juicy apple, the Queen is currently in the company of our King and I have been given the orders to protect their privacy. So, as unfortunate as this may seem, the King will not be devouring any little piggies tonight. And thus so, neither will you," Jaime grabbed the girl from Meryn Trant's brutish grasp and settled her softly on the floor behind his body. Trant gave Jaime a glare as the girl moved to hide behind the tall blonde Lannister, her short form completely sheltered by his larger, more imposing form.

"The King will have the bitch, Kingslayer. One of these nights, you're going to be standing right out here by your little door when her cries echo from inside as the King grunts and fucks her into the bedframe. And I'll be inside for my go next," Meryn Trant turned and exited down the hallway sharply as Jaimie watched his departure with immense loathing in his deep green stare.

Jaime was suddenly brought back by the feeling of small, trembling arms grasping his left arm tightly. Turning slowly, he took in the quivering form of the serving girl he had just rescued.

Sure, his sister was most certainly not in the King's chambers tonight. In fact, the King was most likely lying down alone on his fine bed, too drunk on food and wine to even aim properly into his large chamber-pot. Seeing the pitiful girl and hearing Trant's foul words prompted Jaime to act. After the girl's harsh word's earlier that day, the golden lion could have just simply let her be defiled. Sure, he could have let Trant knock on the King's door and carry her into the King's chambers. Sure, he could have let Trant wake the King and allow the doughy man to crush her and slobber over her form as he ravished her virgin body. The King was probably too drunk to even sharpen his dagger, but he couldn't risk Trant gliding his filthy hands and…other parts all over the maiden's body. In a way, he felt for the girl. His sister had endured the King's assault when she had become Queen. He could not..he did not save her from the King then. Somehow, as repentance he had to help this beautiful young maiden protect her body and heart from the King's most unruly prick. And the prick that is Meryn Trant.

Although his sister did indeed hold the title of the most beautiful woman in the seven kingdoms, the elusive beauty before him was the true prizeholder. His bitter sister had always clutched his heart with a firm grasp, but he felt a slight tug as he once again gazed upon the small supple creature currently clutching onto his arm and sobbing. She was an otherworldly beauty by all means. He knew now for sure she had to be a virgin. She was quite youthful in her face and flawless skin, but her shapely body told him she was more matured. The young woman was well-endowed and he couldn't help but notice the manner in which her large bosom moved with each of her shallow inhales… Scoffing at himself, Jaime shook his head and cleansed himself of the dirty thoughts suddenly engulfing his mind in flames. He had Cersei, his dearly beloved sister. They had been together since they were children, and he would do anything for her. He had made many sacrifices for her sake. But would she do the same for you? Jaime quickly dismissed his dubious thoughts and made to calm the girl that was presently weeping and gripping him like a child would their mother.

"You are safe now. Bet you wouldn't expect a Lannister in shining gold armor to save you…Especially the big, bad Kingslayer," Jaime smiled as he made a reference to her outlash earlier that day.

"I do, however, strongly recommend taking leave from King's Landing before the morning light falls. I cannot guarantee anyone will be able to protect you if…when this happens again," Jaime warned the girl calmly as he rubbed her shoulder gently with his free arm. Looking up at him with spring-green eyes, running with tears, the girl spoke in a small, broken voice,

"You are very kind. Thank you. I owe you…my very life," Aurora was truly grateful for Jaime's presence in front of the King's door. He had said that he was guarding the door for the Queen, but she knew as well as the rest of the servants that the Queen despised King Robert, and would never want to be alone with him in his chambers, especially in his drunken state….Who would? Aurora shuddered as she thought just how close she had been to being ravaged by the very beasts she hated more than anything.

"Why did you lie to him?" Aurora questioned the golden man before her. Surely he should have just left her to her ill-fate. After all, he was the Kingslayer, a monster. And she had been rather harsh with him upon their earlier encounter. He was supposed to be some awful villain of a man. He must want something out of this… Aurora eyed the man before her carefully as she waited for a response asking for something vile, but it never came.

"I know not what you speak of, fair maiden. I've not told a lie in my entire life," Jaime smiled down slyly at the serving girl before him. His smile grew into a grin when her light eyes knowingly cleared up and she smiled beautifully up at him, his teasing words distracting her from the ordeal she had just escaped and reassuring her that his motives were not ill-advised. She was absolutely stunning; simply awe-inspiring with a bright smile gracing her lovely countenance. Jaime swallowed nervously for the first time since his days as a young squire.

"You seem so sure of yourself, Ser. I'll believe that lie when dragons come back to life to fly over King's Landing," Aurora lightly joked with the Lannister lion. "However, I do thank you. If our paths ever do cross again, my life is my debt to you. I shall return North to my home before daybreak. I…am sorry for what I said today. May the Gods watch over you, Ser Jaime," the girl leaned upwards, balancing on her toes to plant a kiss on his cheek. She held his hand delicately, and gently kissed it too before she turned and hurried away to her bedchamber to collect her things for her departure.

Jaime gingerly brushed his fingertips along his cheek, the previous sensation of her soft red lips lingering like delicate rose petals dancing against the skin. His hand tingled as he felt the ghost of her lip's caress there as well. Jaime's heart ached as he remembered her soft words to him, "May the Gods watch over you, Ser Jaime". She was indeed a pure spirit in this cruel world. Realizing he had failed to reap the name of the fair maiden, Jaime thought of something else to deem her in his mind.

She is quite the sweet little thing, isn't she? Jaime mused to himself as he smirked, remembering her tender kisses. Yes, a sweet little thing indeed.


Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed the first chapter of this story! I know it is a pretty looong chapter, but I wanted get Aurora's history with King's Landing and Jaime out of the way and set the story up so Aurora could be up north near her home in the following chapters. This whole chapter occurs before the king and his entourage go to Winterfell to convince Ned Stark to be the hand of the king. So, in future chapters, Aurora will be in Winterfell pre-king visit for another year before she and Jaime meet again. Which means, time for the Stark boys to make some moves…well…the older Stark boys. I don't really know who I want to pair her off with yet….I have many couples in mind, but it seems thus far this story is turning out to be JaimeXOC….It might go somewhere else, who knows. I initially planned for this to be Jon SnowXOC, since Jon is a pretty kind fellow, but I am gonna see where it goes. Review and favorite!