AN: Okay, I have to plead with you all to pleaseeeee trust me. I know I'm new and many of you don't know me, but you need to know that I adore Brienne and I won't do anything awful to her. Same goes for Jaime. I adore this pairing and I will respect them - I promise. If you're nervous about where this is going, please just give me one more chapter before you decide how you feel for certain. Hope you enjoy! Have a great weekend!

Chapter 2

Brienne was alone in a room, waiting with growing dread for the door to open and reveal the man who would be taking her maidenhead. She had tried everything she could think of to distract herself from what was about to happen, but from the moment they marched her into the brothel and the smell of booze and sex-craved men filled her nostrils she'd had little chance to think of anything but what was coming.

Cersei wasn't lying when she'd said it was a nice brothel… as far as brothels go it was actually quite luxurious and not what she'd been expecting at all. The smell was still there, you couldn't get rid of that, but it was beautifully decorated, including the young women who were strolling around in light silk dresses and little else. Brienne wondered why any man would want her when there were a wide variety of young, sexy women with curvy hips and big breasts for them to choose from.

She was presented briefly to the crowd of men only a short time earlier, but before the bidding could begin she was taken away to the room she was currently in. Three young women came in and changed her clothes to a larger version of what they were wearing. Her breasts popping out the top of the dress Cersei had put her in wasn't enough. When they were finished with her Brienne wondered why they hadn't just marched her out there naked. The dress was hardly more than a thin piece of silk, with a tie around the neck, cinched at the waist with a beautiful woven belt of spun silver. It was blue to match her eyes but Brienne was certain no one would be looking at her eyes. The silk left little to the imagination and with absolutely no under clothes beneath it even the outline of her nipples was quite evident.

Brienne didn't speak a word. She let the women dress her without protest. She let them lead her out in front of the crowd and said nothing while the men hooted and hollered - some were rude and filthy, others were shouting insults, and surprisingly there were some that seemed to be genuinely complimenting her look. It didn't matted what they were saying though, they all left her skin crawling and bile threatening to come up her throat. If you don't do this Jaime will die, she told herself over and over in her mind. It didn't matter what happened to her, she couldn't let him die because she wasn't brave enough to allow some gross man to grunt on top of her for a few minutes. If it was only her life at stake Brienne would have fought. She would have fought them all or died before she was defiled in this manner. But Jaime didn't deserve to die and she had to protect him - even if it meant suffering through something this horrible.

She felt dizzy as the auctioning started. The amount these men were willing to pay to fuck her was astonishing. In different circumstances it might have even been flattering. But as the number climbed it only left her more and more disgusted. Most of these men likely had wives at home and families, yet they were here willing to throw away their hard earned money for a few moments with a woman they didn't even know.

Brienne zoned out and before she knew it she was back in the room. The auction was over and someone had won, but she didn't know who. Was it the fat bald man in the back that was looking at her like she was a delicious meal? Was it the well dress man in the front with the yellow curls - handsome but eyes so cruel and evil. There were others she'd seen make bids, but eventually she moved inside herself and heard nothing. She was trying desperately to find a place of safety and build walls inside her so she could somehow survive this experience without permanent emotional damage.

Brienne started to pace, crossing her arms over her chest to try to cover herself, even though she was alone. They had taken away the other dress and left nothing in the room to cover herself, other than the bed sheets which she would have used if she thought it would have mattered at that point anyway.

She heard steps in the hallway and froze. It was time. She watched the door slowly open and a man entered. "Lord Haren, she's all yours," a man said as he ushered in the highest bidder. Brienne couldn't breathe. She had to talk herself into taking breaths or she was going to pass out. It will all be over soon, she told herself, squeezing her eyes shut so she didn't have to see the way the man was salivating over her. She didn't want to know what he looked like. She didn't want to have any image of him left once he was done and gone. "You are quite the mystical creature," he purred. Brienne wanted to cover her ears too. She didn't want to remember his voice either.

She could feel him getting closer and Brienne shuddered. She braced herself, knowing his touch was coming. But it never did. Instead the door to the room flew and the other man returned with two guards. Brienne watched the scene unfold before her. "Sorry Lord Haren, you've been outbid." The guards grabbed him and led him out and another man entered the room. He was tall, dressed in elegant robes from Dorne. But he was wearing a headscarf that covered his face, leaving only his eyes in view.

As quickly as they had come, they were gone and the door closed again - leaving her alone with this new man. Brienne stared at him. Her arms had fallen to her side and her heart was beating wildly. She watched as he reached for the scarf and slowly started to unravel it. Her heart practically stopped beating when the man revealed his face. "Jaime." The words came out a whimper with all the emotions she'd been holding inside flooding out with them.

There were tears on her cheeks as she ran to him and without any thought of the fact she was practically naked she flew into his arms. Jaime wrapped her in a hug and held her tightly. Even amidst all the other things going on in her mind it wasn't lost on Brienne that this was the first time they'd hugged. "Shh," he whispered, stroking her back. "It's okay… I'm here… it's okay."

"How'd you find me?" She gasped, pulling back and swiping at her eyes, slightly embarrassed by her tears. "Did Cersei tell you I was here? Oh Gods… Jaime, she's gonna kill you…"

"Shh, shhh," he soothed her. "Slow down…" Jaime took her hand and led her to the bed to sit down. "Podrick found me… on the Kingsroad."

Brienne shook her head. Podrick? The Kingsroad? What was Jaime doing outside the city? "I.. I don't understand." The story he told her about what led him away from King's Landing shook her to her core. "She lied… you weren't even here…" Brienne whispered as things started to sink in. "I could have fought… I could have ran… you weren't here." This time it was Jaime who looked confused. "Cersei… she sent me here and swore if I didn't do exactly what was asked of me… that she would kill you."

"Seven hells," Jaime cursed, dropping his head. "You were going to do this for me?" He looked up at her slowly. "Brienne… I would never have wanted you to do this… never." He stood up in anger. "Damn her," he seethed. "I swear to the Gods I will kill her for this… for everything."

Brienne watched the struggle on his face, filled with anger and loathing. "Jaime, don't," she said, standing to place a hand on his arm. "She's not worth it. Let's just get out of here… away from King's Landing. Let's go North like you planned and never look back."

"She's jealous of you," he said seriously, looking up at her. "That's why you're here. That's why she's punishing you and I."

"What does the Queen have to be jealous of?" Brienne scoffed, suddenly aware of her dress. She crossed her arms over her chest again.

"Because I care about you Lady Brienne," Jaime whispered. "I care about you in a way I'll never care about her." Brienne felt her body fill with warmth that ended up turning her cheeks pink. The way he was looking at her was different. It was strange - so intense, yet still warm and tender.

Brienne didn't know what was happening but she had to break the spell. "How did you find me?" she asked again.

Jaime smiled. His smile lit up his face and his face lit up the room and hit her right in the heart. "I have friends here in King's Landing, believe it or not. And many of them have no use for my sister, yet she's far too vain to see it," he explained. "When Podrick found me I snuck back in and it didn't take long to hear about the giant virgin woman they were auctioning off at my little Brother's favourite brothel." He cocked his head to the side, "Cersei picked the wrong whore house to sell you to." Jaime went on to tell her how he'd had a private audience with the owner, an old friend, and he "bought" her in the nick of time. "I asked him to help me get you out of here, but there's a bit of a problem…" Brienne felt her stomach tighten. "He refused to risk any of his men or whore's safety if Cersei finds out. He said she's asked for witnesses and proof that your maidenhead was bought and taken."

Brienne closed her eyes and fought off the tears. So they were right back to square one and she still had no choice but to go through with it. "What if we just sneak out?" she asked.

"We will," Jaime nodded. "But I need a couple days to get things in order so we can get away without Cersei knowing I'm back."

Her heart was pounding again and Jaime reached out and touched her shoulder. The heat of his touch on her made her skin burn and she met his eye. "So what do we do?" she whispered. "Cersei wants to know I've… I'm not… that someone…" Brienne couldn't even say it. "How? Who will…" Her face felt hot by the time she decided to just shut up.

Jaime looked around the room and then back at her with a shrug. "I can only see one possibility."