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Mari wore a dark red long dress. The dress was tight, but in a good way, it wrapped around the curves of her body. The corset pushed her breasts up attached to it was a see through beaded sleeves with red ribbons going down her right arm staring from the top of her corset while the other arm was filled with sliver and red beads that were disguised as very tiny jewels. The corset had the same kind of material on each of her sleeves wrapped around her waist. The material of her dress was silk and long. She decided to wear her hair down, letting her white blonde curls cascade down her back.

Mari stood at the closer door, nervous to step inside. She thought about leaving the feast and going back to her chambers, but she already knew that her absence would go noticed by everyone. A hand was on the small on her back that made her jump a little, causing her thoughts about leaving to do away. She turned to see a smiling Jaime. She rolled her eyes and sighed.

"You look very beautiful this evening. Red suits you."

"Must I go?"

Jaime nodded. "Yes, it is expected of you." He suddenly looped their arms. "But don't worry; I won't leave your side."

"Seven hells," she mumbled.

Jaime walked them inside and made her sit next to him and Tyrion, but since Tyrion was there, it became bearable. Tyrion's smile faltered a little when Jaime stood up and left. He turned to her, his eyes still on his brother, watching him carefully.

"What is Jaime like with you?" he asked quickly.

She knitted her eyebrows in confusion. "He's…a friend, I guess. A very annoying and arrogant ass of a friend though."

"Did he give you this dress?"

She slowly shook her head. "No, it was left for me on my bed. I assumed that…"

"I think my older brother fancies you, Mari."

"What?! I barely know him."

"I know which makes me very suspicious."

"Why? I don't know him after all I've been imprisoned in my tower for the last fifteen years. How could I possibly know him?"

"Mari-"

"No. I was only four years old when my family died. I considered you to be my family, the only one I have left. Don't' ever accuse me of being a liar." Mari said angrily.

She abruptly stood up and walked outside. She braced her back against the stone wall on the corner, hiding herself from others. She let out a breath because of the huge lie that was now building up. Mari knew that she had to tell Jaime to stop whatever it is he is doing. Tyrion's curiosity is dangerous, she thought grimly. She heard voices coming from the door and tried to make herself invisible in the darkness. They sounded like men and when one of them spoke, she was confused.

"Why don't you just ask her to dance?"

"Because the Kingslayer has her attached to him, Theon. He watches her like prey."

"Robb, be a man and ask her. It's your right as her soon-to-be husband."

"I have no doubt that if I even talk to her that he will tell me to go away."

"Who are you?"

"What?"

"Who are you?!" Theon asked more forcefully yet passionately.

Robb sighed. "I'm Robb Stark."

"Sigil?"

"Direwolf."

"And your words?"

"Winter is coming." Robb said softly yet you could hear the strength in his voice.

"Exactly. You are a Stark of Winterfell and heir to it. You are the betrothed of Lady Marianna Targaryen."

"Theon, she's not a lady. She's a Princess. The Princess."

"Well, according to the King, she's not."

"To the people, she is."

Mari decided to jump quickly over the gate and go around the stables. She walked a straight ahead to Robb and Theon, having just circled around. They stepped aside to let her through and she smiled at Robb. Just as she went in, she heard an angry whisper, "Why in the seven hells, didn't you ask her, Robb?! She was right there!"

She couldn't help, but smile coyly at it. She hadn't realized that she was still smiling when she bumped into Jaime. She looked up at him. It didn't bother her that he might have bought her this dress. To her it was only a dress, it's not like he was courting her or asking her to his whore. She held him the chuckle at the thought of being Jaime's whore. He was…an ok person, but there was something about him that she couldn't quite put her finger on.

"Why are you smiling," he asked suspiciously.

She shrugged. "I don't know. Let's go back to our seats."

He eyed her for a moment then looped their arms. They walked back to the table, most eyes on them. A Targaryen with a Lannister, the Lannister, she thought, we must be the topic of everyone's gossip. Mari knew that when she went back to King's Landing then she couldn't go to the streets again. She knew that someone might recognize her.

"So what are you going to do at the Wall, Tyrion?" Mari asked curiously, forgetting their little quarrel just earlier.

"I don't know yet. Maybe go and explore the grounds."

"Why not piss off of it?" she suggested.

Tyrion smirked at her and then laughed. "I just might do that. I'm tempted."

"No, not tempted. You're going to. I already know it."

Tyrion rolled his eyes. "Of course you do."

"Why little brother, I think she knows you better than I do." Jaime said amusingly.

She chuckled. "I do know him better, but that's because he's so predictable sometimes."

Tyrion faked hurt on his face. "Why, you wound me. I'm the most intelligent dwarf you will ever meet, my lady."

"You're the only intelligent person I have ever met." Mari said, smiling sweetly.

Tyrion glanced at Jaime as he said, "Am I not intelligent?"

"You are," Mari said. She continued as the goblet touched her lips, "Sometimes."

Tyrion laughed and she drank her entire goblet. Jaime looked at her with disapproval. "Alright, my lady, you're a light weight."

She ignored him and drank it all. She smirked as she wiped her mouth with a napkin and set her cup down. She smiled sweetly at Jaime and softly hit his arm. "Don't worry. I'm a tough girl; I can tie my corset and everything any day."

Jaime gave her look which prompted her to roll her eyes and bite her lip as she looked over at Robb, nonchalantly. Jaime noticed it, but choice to ignore it. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and picked at her chicken breast. Jaime gazed at her, the desire to want to be the one to push that strand of hair back and pull that lip from her bottom one came rushing back. Jaime shook his head and gulped down his wine, desperately wanting to get rid of the thought he just had about another woman.

She ate some more when she caught Robb's gaze. Once she looked up, he looked away. She confidently took a sip of her wine. Mari stood up and was about to walk over to him, seeing that he was now alone when a hand shot out and pulled her down.

Anger blazed in her eyes as she looked at Jaime. "What in the seven, do you think you're doing?!"

He looked confused for a moment then looked down at their hands and then he shook his head and let go of her wrist. She forced herself not to rub it though now she knew that he definitely had a very strong grip. "My apologies, I don't know why I did that." He said, not looking at her.

"It's fine," she said softly. Confused and yet shocked at how honest his apology was to her.

She kept looking at him as she slowly stood up and turned to leave. She walked over to Robb and at the same time he was walking over to her. She smiled politely at him and said, "Hi."

"Hello."

"Um, I was just…I was…"

"Would you like to dance, Lady Marianna?"

"Mari. Call me Mari."

He smiled. "I want to call you Marianna…I like that name. It's very beautiful."

Shock appeared on her face and she couldn't help it. Her voice was soft as she replied, "No one has ever said that before to me. Yes, I would love to dance with you, Robb."

Robb smiled at her and gently took her hand, leading her to the middle of the dance floor, where the twirling couples were at. Everyone seemed to be staring at them as they danced or at least she tried to dance. She stepped on Robb's shoe and immediately said, "I'm sorry."

"It's alright." He said. "You didn't harm me."

"I-I don't know how…"

"How to dance." He finished.

She blushed and looked down. "Yes, I never learned, having been stuck in a tower for the last fifteen years of my life."

"I thought you were nineteen years." He said as he twirled her around.

"I am. I was four when it happened."

"Do you remember?" he asked softly as he brought them closer, her hand at the nape of his neck while his was at her waist.

She became impassive as she stared at him. "I will always remember." she answered.

He slowly dipped her and then said, "I'm sorry. I can't imagine the feeling."

She knitted her eyebrows in confusion. "What feeling?"

"The feeling of being alone."

"I hope you never will," she said as he brought her back up. "That is the cruelest thing anyone could ever do to someone."

"You will never be alone, Marianna."

"How do you know that? Are you a fortune teller now?" she jested.

He laughed and shook his head. "No, but we are betrothed to each other. I intend to have a large family."

She chuckled and raised her eyebrows in amusement. "How many exactly? What, are you going to name the boys, Brandon and the girls, Lyanna?"

He nodded. "Yes, I am. Are they bad names?"

"No, they are not. I like Lyanna, but I do wonder how we will be able to tell them apart from who is who. It would quite confusing."

He spun them around and it felt like they were the only ones on the dance floor. "I don't doubt it. We could tell them apart from their appearances."

"Is it we already? I didn't realize that I had no choice." She mused.

"Apparently, married women have no choice."

"I disagree. Everyone has a choice just some choose to ignore the other."

"I feel as though we might have a problem already." He smirked down at her.

"Oh, I don't doubt it. Especially since you're so keen to think that I'll get down on my knees and obey you so quickly."

"You have a sharp tongue."

"I know, I learned from the best."

"Tyrion Lannister?"

"The one and only."

"Yes, you do resemble more of a Lannister especially in that red dress." He spun her around causing her skirts to twirl.

"I take great offense to that. For one, I don't shit gold." She said playfully.

He faked a gasp. "Such vulgar words for a lady."

"I am a Lannister, what do you expect? You and I, well, right now we stick out like sore thumbs."

"Not me, my lady, but you. Because you are truly the fairest of them all." He said honestly.

They stopped dancing immediately. She tried to look away from his Tully blue eyes, but…she couldn't especially when he started to slowly lean over. Their lips hovered over each other and were about to touch when someone cleared their throat. She glared at Jaime as he said, "It's time for me to escort you back to your chambers, my lady."

She nodded quickly and turned to give Robb a kiss on the cheek. She leaned into his ear and whispered, "Thank you for the dance and for teach me how to."

"You could say that you were waiting for the right partner to dance with, Marianna." Robb whispered back.

She smiled softly and looped her arm with Jaime's as he led her out of the feast and back to her chambers. After they were out of sight, she wrenched her out of Jaime's and walked quickly ahead. Jaime rolled his eyes and easily caught up to her. She sighed heavily and snapped, "Why did you do that?!"

"Do what, my lady?" he said innocently.

She scoffed. "You know what?"

"No, I don't." He lied easily.

She whirled around and stopped in front of him. "First, my wrist and now the kiss. What in seven hells are you doing, Jaime?!"

"I don't know," he shouted.

"You don't get to decided how I live my life!" she shouted back.

"Even if it means that you could be considered a whore if you had kissed the Stark boy!"

"Why do you even care?! What do you fancy me now?! Huh, is that it?!"

He scoffed. "Don't flatter yourself, little dragon."

"Then, why are you acting this way towards Robb and I? He's is going to be my husband."

"Oh, now he's your husband. I thought you hated him. What has changed now in the last ten minutes or so?"

She groaned and waved her hands in the air. "I don't know! He's different! I think I like him."

Jaime came closer. "Does he make your heart flutter?"

"I don't know."

"Does he make you swoon?"

"I-I don't know." Mari stuttered as he came even closer.

There bodies were grazing each other as he said lowly, "Does he make you wet, my lady?"

Her breath caught in her throat as she stared up at his towering figure. She blinked furiously, everything becoming silent. Jaime smiled in victory down at her as he saw the small blush creeping onto her pale and confused face. She shook her head and smiled nervously. "I-I-"

"Does. He. Make. You. Wet." Jaime asked lowly.

Mari slapped him across the face immediately. His head whipping to the side as the slap echoed in the empty hall. His blonde hair was in his face, but the dim light of the torch hanging on the wall barely showed any light. She was disgusted at him right now. She hated the way he spoke to her that it made her angry…very angry. Wordlessly, she turned around and walked back to her chambers. She braced her back into the door and let out a shaky breath.

Jaime didn't know what had possessed him, but he had told his sister to meet him to in the Broken Tower before the king and some of the men had left for the hunting party. They fucked like animals just then and there. Jaime wanted to get his mind off of what happened last night. He didn't know what had possessed him to say such things to her. Jaime fucked his sister from behind, closing his eyes as an image suddenly came into his head that Mari was the one he was fucking instead of Cersei. He didn't have a moment to enjoy it when he heard Cersei say the words he feared of ever hearing, "Stop! Stop it, he saw us."

Jaime's eyes shot open and stared at the boy standing on the ledge in the window. Oh, fuck me, he thought.

TBC…

Well, I hoped you guys liked this chapter. REVIEW, FAVORITE, AND FOLLOW! I love reviews because I get to hear what you guys think about this story or chapter. I know it was a short chapter, but at least I gave you guys something. Don't worry because as we go further into the story. Jaime doesn't feel anything for Mari just yet, but there is something there that is what I will tell you. And neither does Mari, but as for Robb and Mari…well its brewing and brewing.

Next chapter we will explore more of the characters and the story, who knows since this one was only focused on Mari, Jaime, and Robb and some Tyrion…very little Theon. Anyways I hope you guys liked it and let me know what you all think about it. Thank you all for reading and until next time you guys.