Hello! :) Wow, I am so excited as this is my first fanfic ever! So, please be kind and bear with me! I have had this story in my saved documents for months now, and finally dared myself to publish it. I have a few chapters written already; I just need to finish editing.
I am a HUGE GOT fan, and have been reading GOT fanfic from some amazing authors on here for quite some time. Jaime Lannister, and Oberyn Martell are two of my favourites - so I have tried incorporating both of their characters into this story-line. The first few chapters will really demonstrate Jamie's relationship with Myrcella - so I hope you like a bit of fluff!
Please note that the incredible Mr. George R.R. Martin owns all characters, and the GOT world - I own nothing. This is extremely AU, will somewhat follow the GOT story-line, but no promises. Please excuse any grammar or spelling errors. I have tried my best in the short amount of time I have to upload/write/publish this story to edit to the best of my ability. Please let me know what you think, or if you would like a second chapter up. There will be some scenes of rape/abuse in this first few chapters, and possibly even further along into the story. I apologize if this makes anyone uncomfortable.
Thank you, and I hope you enjoy! :)
Chapter 1: Snow
"Open your eyes princess," Ramsay whispered into Myrcella's ear.
Myrcella could not find the strength or the will to give in to her captor. She could not bear to even open her eyes anymore. She wanted them to shut forever; she just wanted it to be black and never wake up again. Ramsay pulled her knotted golden curls back and dug his nails into the flesh of her skin, blood oozing out as Myrcella tried not to cry. The room where Ramsay kept Myrcella chained and locked away was covered in bricks. The bricks themselves were laced with soot and ashes from the small fireplace that lay in the centre of the room. A small bed sat on the side of one of the brick walls where Myrcella was usually chained to, while Ramsay was away.
"I said open them!" Ramsay screamed in her ear, while pulling her forward on the bed facing the stone wall in front of her.
Ramsay turned her around to face him, as she opened her eyes staring into his as he faced her.
"Good girl," Ramsay patted her head.
"Now, who is your master Princess? Who tells you what to do, where to go, what to say, and who and when to fuck?" Ramsay said with a smirk still holding onto Myrcella's hair.
Myrcella said nothing.
"Answer me, or I will make you." Ramsay declared.
Myrcella still said nothing.
As much as she quivered, and as much as she wanted to die she would never submit to Ramsay Snow; she was a Lannister after all and if there was ever a time she needed to be a lion, now was that time. With Myrcella refusing to answer Ramsay, Ramsay began to tear Myrcella's raggedy and dirty dress off. Myrcella knew what was coming as she lay on the bed, with her undergarment still lining her small petite figure while Ramsay drooled at the lion in his bed. Ramsay had not yet touched Myrcella besides hitting, burning, or cutting her skin with his dagger; however Myrcella knew it would not be long before her maidenhead would be soon taken.
"One last chance you Lannister whore. My father tends to like you Lannisters, but that will only last until he uses them and then sends them to their graves. For now my father is not here, and for now you are mine," Ramsay said.
Myrcella still said nothing and the silence soon became filled with the sound of Ramsay flogging her with his leather whip that he so loved to use on her, to rip her flesh apart and make Myrcella feel the only feeling she ever felt now; the longing to die.