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The next few days he did not see her. And he was busy consoling Cersei and attending to his duties. He saw he next 5 days after the feast, she was walking down the corridor, in which he was guarding as the king fucked and drunk himself into a stupor. She didn't stop merely inclined her head in a gesture and smiled, in reflection it was good she didn't stop, but it still bothered him her lack of willing or wish to speak to him. It happened again and again, whether he was guarding a door or passing in the Keep, a nod of the head and a slight curl of the lips, her dreamy eyes held him for the briefest of moments before focusing themselves elsewhere. It infuriated him, and he was not sure what for but it irritated him.
Lovisa was not use to the capital, she had spent most of her life in her father's camps and between Ned Starks home and her own, Ravenshall, on the border of the North and South, in which her father governed. She missed the wide open spaces and the freedom to spread herself out, but here, in Kings Landing it was suffocating, the was nowhere for her to be free without the eyes of the court upon her. She had immediately made an enemy in the Queen, she was already aware of her disapproving whispers among her entourage, likely she had never been invite into her solar like her Mother and Aunt and for that she was grateful, she spent her day's alternating between her teaching with her septa and explore the depth of the city. She was growing ever restless. She confided herself to practicing her movements in her room much to the dismay of her Septa who nagged and moan about how unlady like it was to contort herself into such positions.
'Only whore consort themselves into such things, you are a Lady.' The haggard elder lady repeats for the hundredth time that day, as she watched he do a hand stand on the soft comforter on the floor, while she slowly lowered her legs apart doing the perfect splits in the air, her arms ever steady as she moved before an elegant roll transported her into a standing position,.
'But it's so good for the body and it would please my future husband. I think he would enjoy it.' The girl spoke, unashamedly took off her robe showing the smooth contour of her shape body that was slowly began to ascend into the forms of womanhood.
'Why have never heard such things from a young lady! That would make the God's blush' again she scholded.
'we must really get you some underthings' she said mainly to herself as she much to firmly fasten the robe back together around her Mistress waist.
'I doubt it, the Gods of the seven apparently regularly encouraged orgy's as an offering and the fire God want their followed to make love in the smouldering ash and ember of their holy fires and the Weeping Women….'
'Of such a lady speaking like this…'
Lovisa giggle softly as her Septa scowled while she pours herself a tumbler of water, her mother had told her while she was young that she would never be a fierce as a man but women where some much better in different ways. She could never match the strength of a man but she could easily defeat it with her own natural abilities, so every day since the time that she could toddle she spend her day train her body into the prefect weapon. Agile and quick but strong and soft, able to bend but not break.
'Elda you are my most trusted friend and I adore you, but you are soooo….' She paused for a second as the two women eyes met 'repressed, don't you long to be free, to run naked though the tree? To be empowered by your body not ashamed to be truly and utterly free?'
'Well I dare say I lot more people would get chills running about in their name day suit' she snapped half-heartedly
'Honestly! You have been with the family since you were a girl, surely you should have gotten used to our liberating ways.'
'for you maybe but other see it as strange, I was trained by the Holy Seven's Maester, the ways of our society works would see all the things as…exotic if we put it in its best terms dear. For some a painted woman is a beauty but for others she a whore no matter how you show it.
'…Well I'll be a Lannister and then I can change it' Lovisa spoke fiercely.
'Love…dear I know you are trying to make the best of this but don't disillusion yourself it will hurt all the more.' She spoke, the sad truth.
'I'm a White Woman…. there must be something or somewhere where I can be truly free' the blue eyed women spoke longingly as she paced the room, a shard of melancholy adorned her face mixing with the dreamy girls face.
'It's a nice thought…but we don't all get happy ending. For the lowborn it is to toil and struggle, for the highborn it's to do their duty and for the life of me I cannot decide which is worse.'
'I'm doing it…' Lovisa sighed pushing the cool drink of water to her lips and forcing herself to take a gulp. She didn't want it but the nervous energy inside her demanded her to do something with her body or fear release her frustration on the nearest object.
'Why don't you go and spend the day with Ser Jaime, I hear you made quite an impression on him and his father at the feast, why not go and…'
Her mistress gave her a dark look and the words clenched in her throat, being with the child since birth she had developed an unbreakable bond with her, and knew all her little like and dislikes and strange habits and preferences, she also knew her moods. Even as a child she was the most accommodating baby she ever had the privilege of knowing, quiet and giggling but would suffering with the cry of the night, her mother believed she had vision as she slept and it upset her and though Elda herself was not of the Old Gods she was incline to agree, it was the only thing that would made sense for a perfectly happy baby girl to go into fits of despair in such a short time. As she grew she held the same temperament, sweet and kind and ever loving, some would take her as slow for the often vacate expression that would always grace her face. Some of her father's Bannermen had nicknames her the little fairy of Radcliffe because of her airy and light heart looks and view of the world, a loving nickname. But she had also seen the such darker side to her nature, that would sometime flash across her face, a dark and threating look, she had only seen in a few time and rarely where they directed at her or her parent apart from her in the last free week of her arrange with Ser Jamie being announced. The look seemed to morph her face into something otherworldly, giving people a warning to bite their tongue or stop whatever it was they were about to do. It was her eyes, they held such power over her face, not that her other feature where plain, she had all the making of being a fine-looking woman, but her eyes where the most unusual and hauntingly beautiful, dark blue with swirls a grey and green just touching the colour, she had often found herself getting lost in them herself.
'I'm sorry Milady' she curtsied
'Oh im sorry Elda I didn't mean to be angry at you, it just I don't want to see him, he show as much contempt to me as he would a leaper, to me he was quite explicit in his ' Lovisa cried, she sometime forgot the power of her glance had on people.
'Dear….should you not take Lady Olennas advice and use your looks to seduce your good husband? I'm sure he would be quiet defenceless against those eyes' she pathetically spoke in an attempt to counsel the poor child in her suffering.
'I am entirely sure his heart is captivated with someone else ' the young girl spoke as slipped behind the screen to change.
'How do you know?' The older women asked, wringing her hands nervously as she did so.
'I…It doesn't matter, who am I to stand in the way of love?'
'His future wife!'
'Exactly' she declared with an air that spoke the truth. Women had little right, her mother had been lucky she however wasn't going to be. ' I am content, I assure you….I think I am going to practice my foot outside in that nice little alcove I found yesterday….why don't you spend the day with my mother, I will be back for dinner' and with that swept out of the room in her britches and tunic, a cloak hiding in form any passes by.
Elda knew she was not content, and was only masking it for everyone's benefit then her own, she would give anything for the girl to be free from this prison and fighting with her father and in Ravenhall or Winterfell but alas she was only a lady's maid and had nothing to give.
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Jaime was determined. Today he was going to corned the little thing and have done with it, the arrangement was murder on him and he didn't like the way her lack of attention toward him was taking, his father was getting beyond tedious with his lecture on his intended and he should be spending time with her, so today he was going to rectify it, even if he had to force her to sit with him in silence for hours on end he didn't care. He was not a patient man, he was rather selfish and easily angered and he would get his way undoubtedly.
However, there was a problem with finding her, since her arrival her Maester had been residing with the royal children's however, she had not turned up, according to a vary wirery old man the girl only turned up when she wanted but when she was there she was apparently the most dedicated student. With his usually curt tones he orders then man to send her his way if she were to turn up before he visited her mother's rooms. However, like mother like child, the maid could not tell him where her lady or her daughter where and only given half helpful guess where she could be. He had been halfway round the castle when he spotted Godiva in the Water garden's, it had not gone unnoticed by him, she look as youthful and beautiful as the day he first laid eye upon her, if her daughter inherited half her mother's looks she would indeed be a handsome girl.
They were in a rarely used part of the castle, and though tended seem to be much wilder then the rest of the gardens, almost savage, which is why he guessed the courtiers never took the luxury in walking them. But this gifted woman seemed to bask in its strange beauty as she played with her tarot cards, reading them with great care.
Without looking up she spoke 'Though my doe eyes daughter seems very unassuming and even stupide to some she is the most troublesome girl, I think that is why I chose never to have more children. What has she done?' She spoke and in that moment he could definitely see the connection between her and Lady Oleanna.
'Where is your daughter? She is missing, I can't find her, I want to spend the day with her' he growled out earning a raised eye brow to him.
He had forgot that his future mother had stood face to face with his father and got away nearly unscathed, he was no match for her.
'My daughter is always missing, even when she is here she isn't.'
'Can you find her in the card' he mocked eyeing the faded card in her hand as she dealt them onto the splintering surface.
'Like myself, I find it hard to see my daughter in the cards, at the moment I'm trying to find clarity for the sake of my husband, he is worried about this Black Priest movement. Perhaps one day I can read your cards.' She spoke again, ignoring the mocking tone in him.
'They are just a bunch of outlaws.' He breathed taking a seat.
'Outlaws that numbers grow every day and who used Black Magic…. They give those who are difference a bad name, people start to fear us all and then turn on the innocent not those who cause their pain. It makes me fear for the safety of my family, especially my daughter.' Her faced changed as she looked up shaking her head. 'Where my daughter might be hmmmm….Well she might be with my sister, which you have my sincerest apologise for that, she is the worst influence.'
'Here is me thinking you were the worst influence' he gave a charming smile as he lounged
She gave him a cheeky smiled but it soon faded into a more concerned frown, 'How are you Jaime? I've been so concerned about my little girl, I have neglected you…you mother would be ashamed of me…This must be hard on…leaving the Kingsguard for marriage and children?'
Godiva wasn't his mother but she had been a motherly force in his life, she doted on them and if his father had allowed her nearer to them who knows, her influence might have blunted his father's own influence on his children. Her concern was genuine and he wanted to curl up in her skirts like he did when his mother had dies and seek some sort of comfort but he was marriage her daughter and he couldn't.
'I am fine, it is my duty…'
'Gods Jamie…I promised your mother I would counsel you whenever you need it, you maybe marrying my only child so this is even more important to me I have both of you to consider. So what do you think of my daughter? Do you think she is pretty?'
'Yes' But not as pretty as Cersei
'Not as pretty as you Lady that captures your heart though?'
'How…?'
'My daughter guessed, it was pretty easily to see once I thought about it. Becoming a Kingsgaurd mean you stay unmarried and close to the capital.' She spoke giving him a knowing look before she grimaced again and she continued. 'She took it remarkably well conceding she is about to enter a marriage that she know for defiant there will be no sense of….closeness in'
'I would never hurt her,' Jaime uttered in complete shock.
'I know, that is my one comfort in this ordeal. I know you would never hit or beat her, and take care of her even if it was just her staying at that Rock. Beside if you did try she would smash your face in' Godiva purred evily.
'I heard she was a fighter' Jaime grinned.
'She might even give you a run for your gold she had the true Radcliffe spirt….The two of you just have to establish some sort of understanding, I won't have what happened to your sister and Robert. My daughter is so unhappy; she doesn't cry or frown but a mother knows. She is becoming increasingly vaguer and day dreamy and fore my daughter that is something I never thought possible. It breaks my heart to see her dreams and hopes disappear. You know she so badly want to become her father's best general, she would train every day for hours on end so badly that her hands would bleed. And now I can't even comfort her because she is so unwilling to let this affair affect her. So Jaime I ask only this of you, don't hurt my daughter and protect her for gods sake I fear for her' she mumbled and stray tear rolled down her face.
'She will be a Lannister, untouchable' he spoke calmly and firm, he could do this small thing she ask him.
'That is not what I mean, I know the marriage won't be a happy one but maybe a workable marriage, but I will be separated from her and I cannot protect her, things in this world are cruel and my daughter is so different
'I make you a Solomon Oath to do everything in power' he vowed with him hand grabbing on to hers, squeezing it tightly as he gazed deep into her eye, her searching his for any sign of falseness but she seemed to find what she was looking for.
The subject seemed to be dropped and forgot by his future mother a look of all but similar the one she saw her daughter wear as she sat next to him every time she walked past him.
'I think I might know where my daughter might be'
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The anger he felt before had simmered down as he stalked though halls of the Keep, he had left the humming woman content with playing with her cards, but his ever observant nature did not miss the flicker of dread in her eyes as she gazed deeply the colour cards. He still felt an overwhelming arrogance toward the match but he was beginning to understand, even though she was brought up as a son rather than a daughter and the treatment of her as a woman must be shocking for her. She was going to be a breeding sex slave just like all the other women throughout the kingdom.
As he stalked towards the alcove on the fair side of the keep, as he draw closer he could hear the soft chimes of a music box as it played softly ahead. Smirking he knew he has cornered her, following the noise he came to a strange sight before him. Standing on the very tips of her toes, the girl twirled to small staffs in her hands, as the music twinkled softly in the air.
'Water dance is hardly a fighting style, it a poor man's excuse for the elegance and force of real skills. I think your father is humouring you' the Lannister gave a crooked grin as he regarded at the girl form.
Her body was developed nice women curves, she was going to be very voluptuous and full figured women when she matured, but also her body was toned and hard, the way her clothing clung to her gave him all that he need to know. The gentle swell of her breast hug freely beneath her flimsy excuse for a shirt, they were pert and firm, a bead of sweat slowly trailed it way between the slight cleavage that showed in the open cut in the front, disappearing between her heaving chest. Before he knew what he was doing he was licking his lips, he had never lust over someone other than his sister, and now he was lusting over this youngling he had barely known. He put it down to the heat of the new summer that had arrived and the strange allure of the girl casting over him. She was going to a very wanted women when she was older. When she was older, he had to shake himself, he was lusting over someone young enough to be his own daughter, but he couldn't help it.
His smile flattered when the girl only glanced at him, her position never waning, she only blew a stay piece of hair that had escaped her curly mane with her luscious lips. He was enraptured and he felt overwhelming guilt, not just at his lust but also if his sister finds out she would be killed in her sleep. Suddenly as quick as his eyes could follow she flipped her body, twisting it as she did so, and with more grace then he knew any one could possess through the sticks directly at him, hitting the stone beside each side of his face, hard enough for a puff of stone dust to explode out and lightly coat his jacket. Looking over he saw her sitting neatly crossed legged on the stone ledge overlooking the sea.
'I'm sorry I got duck of your pretty white cloaks, what where you saying?' she purred innocent.
'Dirtying my uniform does not prove that you are skill' he teased arrogantly.
'Oh but it does, they could have been my knifes and it would have been blood staining your lovely cloak.'
'Ahhhhh but you didn't' he teased, pushing himself of the wall to stand right in front of her.
'Don't tempt me it's such a delightful thought' she all but moaned.
The thought of this girl trying to kill was not only amusing but arousing, the thought of her struggling beneath him was enough to make him harden and the confinements of his britches where enough for a groan to rumble, but to go unnoticed by his future wife.
'I better watch out on our wedding night you might stab me before I get my husbandly rights'
'hmmmm' she stared vacantly at him.
'Not scared?'
'What of your cock? Shouldn't men be more scared of what between my legs' she spoke loud and clear, unashamed.
'Oh really?' he questions leaning in closer.
'Well you wouldn't have joined the Kingsgaurd if you had anything going for you in that area. And I am a student of the old gods and a White Women we are very well versed in that area. I only hope your good a performing to my wifely rights or I'll have to look elsewhere. I hear you brother is very well versed' she teased lightly.
He looked down on her darkly, he didn't know what to feel, enrage, jovial or aroused. No one talked to him like that especially a mere slip of a girl, but I thought of her trysting with another man was enraging, she was suggesting that he would not please her in their marriage bed. Something he felt a need to prove himself.
'Well I think we should start right away so you can learn how to please a man, I am a very good teacher.' He purred leaning closer.
'No thank you maybe when I have a good book to read while you do whatever you want so I don't get bored.' she replied dryly, but there was a teasing smile that played on her lips.
As she moved to get up and collect her things, she moved slowly and carefully, he had not succeeded in jarring the creature, quite on the contrary she had only been riled up and the fire inside her burnt brighter. He seemed to think she enjoyed the look of surprise on his face, which she did, immensely. His patience snapped as she brushed past, with his strong firm hands he gripped her forearm and roughly began to pull her out into the corridor.
'What are you doing?' she called out behind him, trying to keep up with his long strides, while struggling half-heartedly at his grip.
'Quiet I have had quite enough of that smart little mouth; we are going to spend the day together. So be quiet and deal with it.'
