Chapter Two

Her days spent with the little Prince were rather happy, at least Elyse had thought so. Tommen was a sweet boy. He was sensitive and had the most adorable smile and she grew to love him like she would a little brother. Elyse began to feel as if she was Tommen's nanny, governess or caretaker and not really his wife. They would have lessons taught by one of the scholars and meisters during the day. Lessons on history, arithmetic, philosophy and languages. Other times were filled with idle leisure. Elyse would bring the prince riding in the afternoon. They'd play card games and ball games and tell each other riddles and stories.

Strange that she found herself happy being in Red Keep castle when she knew how dangerous and political it had been among the many lords and ministers. She had heard the news of Robb Stark's battles in the north. He had been winning every single one it seemed. Elyse smiled to herself. The man that had rejected her had turned out to be a fine warrior.

Elyse was asleep when it happened. Tommen was next to her. He liked to cuddle close to her often afraid of the strange nightmares he would have and Elyse would sing him a lullaby to lull him to sleep. They had been inseparable during the entire year they were together. Elyse heard marching and the chamber door opened with a loud bang that Elyse finally woke up and sat up on the bed. Tommen roused from his sleep and both of them were shocked seeing Tywin Lannister, the Queen regent and several lords in the room.

"What's happened?" Tommen asked as he stared at his mother. The Queen regent was crying.

"Your brother's been poisoned." Lord Tywin said.

"Joffrey's dead?" Tommen asked. He looked at his mother seeing her tears and then at Elyse. Tommen immediately hugged Elyse and cried in her arms.

"It's alright..." She said softly consoling him. "It's going to be alright my Prince..."

Elyse looked ahead and saw the cold look in the Queen's face. The Queen didn't look happy that Tommen had sought comfort from her instead.

"You have to be brave now Tommen," His grandfather says. "You're King now."

"I am?" Tommen was shocked and stared at Lord Tywin.

"Yes Your Grace..." Tywin said and went to the boy. He then bowed and gave the ring to Tommen, the ring that Joffrey had worn was now his.

"But I don't want to be king..." Tommen said to Elyse, tears flowing down his eyes.

Her husband was only nine when he was crowned King of the Seven Kingdoms. Elyse stood next to Tommen while he sat on the Iron Throne, his mother the Queen regent sat next to him. Elyse knew that Cersei would rule the seven kingdoms until Tommen turned sixteen. But the one who had the real power was Tywin Lannister, being Hand of the King and the richest man in the country. Elyse looked in front, seeing the Tyrells standing there. Ser Loras Tyrell and Margaery. She was Joffrey's widow. Elyse felt pity for the beautiful Tyrell woman. Twice widowed in a year, it must be hard for her.

"The House of Tyrell pledges allegiance to the new King, King Tommen." Ser Loras spoke as he moved to the front and bowed.

Tommen looked at Elyse and sighed. Elyse knew he was tired and most probably bored. He would have preferred to go riding or playing with his toys than being in the Throne room.

"Your Grace, my sister and I wishes you good health and a long life and may your reign lasts longer than any of the other kings..."

"Thank You Ser Loras..." Queen Cersei said.

"Now that my sister is widowed again. I will ask the King if he would consider marrying her. My sister is still an innocent Your Grace. She was unable to consummate the marriage since her husband, your brother had been murdered during the wedding feast."

"But I'm married..." Tommen spoke out. His voice sounding so small and childlike. "Elyse is my wife." He said and looked at Ser Loras and then his mother.

"Tommen...Elyse and you haven't consummated. You can marry another." Cersei said to him softly. Tommen shook his head. "I don't want another. You told me Elyse can stay..."

"Of course she can Tommen, she can still stay here and be your friend." Cersei told him

"No!" Tommen shouted and threw a tantrum much to the dismay of his mother since it was so public in front of all the courtiers.

"I don't want to marry Margaery. She's Joffrey's wife. Elyse is mine!"

Cersei frowned and then glared angrily at Elyse. She was taken aback by the Queen's icy stare. It wasn't really her fault.

She went to Tommen's chamber and sat there, waiting for the young king to arrive. Tommen burst in the room crying and ran into Elyse's arms.

"What's wrong?" Elyse asked him gently. Tommen only hugged her closer and cried more.

"Mother says you have to go. We can't be married anymore. People might poison you like they did Joffrey..."

"No one's gonna poison me my Little Prince..." Elyse told him. Tommen pulled away and looked at her face. Elyse saw the tears in his eyes and carefully brushed them away. She hated to see him so upset.

"It doesn't matter if we're married or not Tommen," Elyse smiled. "We can still see each other."

"But you have to go. Mother and Grandfather say so..." Tommen said. He then grew angry. "When I'm bigger I'm going to find you Elyse. I promise you. We'll be together again."

"Don't be silly..." Elyse smiled and kissed his cheek. "You're going to be a great king Tommen and Margaery your beautiful Queen."

"She's not as beautiful as you..." Tommen told her stubbornly. "They say you have to marry Uncle Jaime now and give him sons..."

"No..." Elyse gasped. Married to the Kingslayer? She wasn't sure she liked it.

"But Mother doesn't like it though. Grandfather insists..."

She had to say goodbye to Tommen a week later and both of them were in tears when the carriage arrived, to bring her safely to Casterly Rock. Elyse then looked at the Queen, seeing that cold look on her face. It was obvious to Elyse that Queen Cersei wasn't too happy that she would wed Jaime Lannister.

"Try to make my brother happy if you can..." Queen Cersei said rather snidely. "Maybe he might even learn to love you."

Elyse didn't know what the Queen was implying. Elyse sighed as she sat down in the carriage. She was shuttled off to be married for the second time to a complete stranger. She stared at the figurine of the knight Tommen had given her. Elyse then realized that she was already missing her Little Prince. She stared out the window and wondered where her future lies. Elyse felt like a powerless feeble pawn being traded by forces outside her control. She was beginning to hate being a woman.

Jaime Lannister turned out to be very handsome. Tall, broad shouldered with thick mane of straw gold hair and green eyes. He was thirty three to Elyse's seventeen years. Strange when Elyse looked at the man, seeing how much Tommen had taken after his uncle. He had this smirk on his handsome face and though he was attractive, Elyse felt that Jaime Lannister was an arrogant man.

"So you were my nephew's wife." Jaime said and gave a sly grin.

"Yes My Lord." Elyse said and bowed. "The marriage is annulled now."

"They say you are still innocent." Jaime continued as he studied her close, circling her.

"The marriage was not consummated." Elyse informed him. She wasn't sure she liked the way he was scrutinizing her.

"Of course it wasn't." Jaime said wryly. "Tommen is still a child." Jaime then gave a tired sigh.

"Guess we will have to marry my Lady..."

"Do we really?" Elyse asked him. Jaime stared at her, shocked that she would ask such a question.

"My Father wants me to and we owe a debt of gratitude to your Father, Lord Frey. A Lannister always pay his debts."

"But it is pretty obvious Sir that you don't wish to marry..." Elyse said quietly.

"I don't have a choice now do I..." Jaime said and let out a long, deep sigh. "I am my father's heir and I am to give him sons..."

Elyse grew worried on her wedding night. Jaime Lannister was no boy or even a teenager. He was a grown man. A big man at over six foot three, muscular and strong, as he was once Lord Commander of the King's Guard and a famous knight. She sat on her bed dressed in a long night gown and waited. After a while, Elyse realized that her new husband was not coming. She smiled to herself and lied on the bed, pulling the covers over her. Maybe being a Frey girl wasn't so bad, she thought to herself. She knew of the jokes being said of the Freys. That they were a snivelling, weaselling lot and that they smell bad, especially the women. Elyse didn't really care and she only wanted to be left alone.

Of course it wasn't to be. She was awakened in the middle of the night, shocked beyond belief to find her husband in the bed with her. Elyse gasped when she stared up at Jaime's face, he was right on top of her and he was wearing a thin tunic with no breeches. He looked at her and gave a slight smirk.

"Let's just get this over and done with, shall we?"

"Now?" Elyse asked him, shocked he would want to assert his conjugal rights. Jaime rolled his eyes.

"I don't force women. I will try to make this easy for you Wife. It's going to hurt at first and maybe a few times after that. But soon you'll learn to enjoy it. It is your duty after all."

Elyse looked up at him and gave a nod. She really didn't have a choice so she lied there and surrendered herself. He got between her legs and Elyse looked away when he pulled her drawers down. He leaned to kiss her lips and Elyse could taste the wine he had just drunk. She cringed feeling his lips on hers. Jaime gave an irritated sigh and pulled away.

"Have you never been kissed before?" He asked her, his eyes staring at hers. Elyse shook her head. "Not on the lips."

"Gods...You really are an innocent. I have to teach you everything..." Jaime groaned.

"I'm sorry." Elyse winced.

"It's been a while since I had a woman..." Jaime said and looked at her. "You are very beautiful..." He smiled and touched her cheeks and lips.

"I suppose having you as a wife would do me well." Jaime then shrugged. "I could have done far worse..."

He then leaned and kissed her lips and Elyse didn't really know what to do and just let him kiss her.

She felt his insistence, the way his lips pressed on her mouth. "Open your mouth..." He whispered to her and Elyse did as she was told.

She felt it, his tongue slipping in and playing with hers. Elyse moaned as she melted in his embrace. It felt nice kissing him. "That's it..." Jaime coaxed and nipped her lips which caused her to giggle.

"You find it funny now don't you?' He asked with a tease. She sighed as he moved his lips down her throat and neck and his hands skimmed over body and gently pinched and rolled her nipples. Elyse gasped when she felt it.

"You taste so sweet..." Jaime whispered and kissed her lips more. She suddenly felt his fingers touching her mound brushing it lightly and then one of them dipped in. Elyse wiggled her toes. It felt strange and yet pleasurable the way he was stroking her insides. She felt her breaths getting more rapid and raised her hips.

"That's it Sweet Lady..." Jaime said in her ear and licked it. "You're ready now..."

She didn't really know what he meant but he moved between her legs and then she felt him adjusting himself and the sudden feeling from below of being invaded. It hurt and Elyse cried when he entered her.

"It's alright," he said gently. "I told you it will hurt."

Elyse held him close, enduring the pain of his movements that grew rapid and then he stilled himself and Elyse felt the release. Jaime grunted and fell right above her.

"Gods...that was..." He groaned before moving away and settled himself beside his young wife. He then looked at the sheets and smiled seeing the blood.

"There's your proof of innocence there..." Jaime said easily. "That's what my father paid five hundred gold bars for."

"That was strange..." Elyse uttered. The whole experience of copulating was something she couldn't really describe. It was pleasurable and yet it was uncomfortable. It felt nice and yet it hurt. She then looked at Jaime who only laughed. Elyse frowned, she hated that he was laughing. It seemed as if he was mocking her.

"I'm tired..." She told him and moved to the other side of the bed, snuggling under the covers away from her obnoxious husband. He gave a shrug and slept at the other side of the bed.