Hello my lovely readers! I am soooo sorry that this chapter took so long! I really did not intend for it to take this long but a lot of things have been happening which have caused me to be busy and just..yeah..Sooo.. here is the next chapter, it's sort of long! But I will try to have the next chapter up sooner so you guys don't have to wait so long! Again I am so sorry~Please feel free to review!
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Chapter 3: The Bearing of Fangs
The news of the engagment of Jaime Lannister and Faolan Stark spread throughout Winterfell like wildfire and that night another feast was in order, wine was guzzled down, meat was devoured, and everyone seemed happy; Faolan and Jaime sat side by side at the head table over looking all the singing and dancing and enjoyment that was going on around them while the two of them were miserable.
Faolan was dressed in a snow white gown with golden designs running down the front, the long sleeves flared about her slender wrists; her long dark hair was styled in a braid that was pinned up into an elegant bun, a few disobedient strands hung down to frame her face. She smiled faintly at everyone enjoying themselves but inside she hated every minute she had to sit next to the Kingslayer. She glanced over at him, to see a frown on his face, his bright green eyes spoke of how he wanted to abandon this place; he was donned in his golden armor with a design of the crown of the King, etched into the metal with silver, a cape of pure white was clasped to the shoulder pieces and spilled down his back; the armor shimmered in the candle light. His blond hair was styled to be out of his face and she noticed, like her, he had not touched the food that was piled on his plate.
"We didn't get to have our match, oh well, we can fight tomorrow."She replied breaking the silence.
He met her gaze, grimacing, "You think this is funny? I'm not happy about this marriage."He whispered.
Faolan narrowed her eyes at him, "And you think that I am?"She inquired. "I am just as miserable as you are, Ser Jaime."
The Kingslayer chuckled shaking his head. "You, Lady Faolan, should feel lucky."He replied.
She glared up at him, clentching her fists as their eyes met. "Oh really? And why exactly is that, because you are a Lannister? Because of your looks or skills or your titles? I care not for those things."Faolan hissed. Jaime glowered at her, she could sense the hostility raising up inside of him, "You are very arrogant, Ser Jaime."
"And you are very ungrateful, Lady Faolan."Jaime spat, Faolan clentched her fists tighter, "Do you think I want to marry you? A cursed creature-"
Before he could finish, Faolan grasped her goblet of wine and splashed it in his face, glaring at him as she placed the cup back down. Jaime stared at her shocked for a moment and then returned the same hate filled look that she was giving him as he flung the wine from his face; he rose out of his chair, his right hand raised as if he were going to strike her. Anger was burning inside of Faolan, she could taste in on the tip of her tongue, her shoulders were trembling as she continued to glare at Jaime; her blue eyes began to change color, began to change into a golden-amber hue. Jaime lowered his hand as he noticed this, every eye was now on them, awaiting to see what would happen; the music ceased, the chattering stopped and silence invaded the chamber. Faolan's eyes darted over to the guests, her family, the royal family. She could sense the fear cloaking almost everyone in the room; Ned stared at her with a look of pity while Catelyn hung her head down, shaking it back and worth, the King wasn't paying much attention to the spectacle which was going on, the Queen and Lord Tywin glowered at her with such hate that it seemed to bite into Faolan, Joffrey leered no doubt desiring to see her direwolf form, while his siblings looked on in fear. And Tyrion Lannister, the Imp brother, seemed curious as to what would happen next. Faolan then moved her gaze back to the Kingslayer. She closed her eyes, inhaled deeply and then released it, she slowly opened her eyes once again to reveal the beautiful shade of blue, "Please forgive me, Ser Jaime, that was very rude of me to do."Faolan replied.
Jaime sank back into his chair once again, still looking at her, his expression softened. "I should have held my tongue."He said as a maid hurried over to them carrying a towel.
Everyone went back to enjoying themselves, the music began once again, the dancing continued and the merriment flooded the room once more; though Faolan could still sense fear and hatred flowing in the room, along with the eyes of Lions watching her every move. She took the cloth from the maid's hands, "May I?"Faolan asked. Jaime nodded and she gently began to wipe the rest of the dripping wine away from his face,
"I can do that myself, I am not helpless, you know."He noted with a smug grin.
Faolan smiled, "It was my fault for pouring my wine on you, the right thing to do is clean up my mess."She said, now wiping the liquid that had also been spilt onto the wooden table, another maid came by, removing the rag from her hands. "And I truly am sorry."
Jaime was taken aback for a moment at her words; he had insulted her, been cruel to her in her very own home and she was apologizing, he gazed at her astonished. He had seen how fierce and angry she had become, he had...seen her dark blue eyes change to a shade of golden-amber that seemed to burn with fury; he knew he had not imagined that, he knew it wasn't an affect from the wine, he had hardly taken a sip all night. He had seen it with his own eyes; the Kingslayer had felt something in him that he had not felt since he served the Mad King...fear. He truly was afraid of what this girl would have done to him if she were to transform into the direwolf; he knew now that they were not just rumors., they were true. Jaime regained his composure before saying,"It is forgiven, Lady Faolan. I should have known better to say such a thing." He looked over at her and leaned towards her, "Your...eyes, they were changing color."
Faolan's gaze moved to her hands that were folded in her lap, "Yes..that happens when—"
"-You are about to transform,"Jaime finished for her, Faolan nodded, "so, it really is true."He finally said speaking it aloud to settle his nerves. The Kingslayer knew that the world was filled with many mysterious things, things that could not be explained, like sorcery and dark arts, and the dragons that once roamed the world centeries ago and other creatures from the fables that the nursemaids told children to scare them to sleep.
"Yes it is, I told you that already. Or did you need proof?"
"If I may be honest, yes, I did."
Faolan smiled slightly, "I see, so you are one of those who needs to see with their own eyes before believing in something." She replied.
The Kingslayer smirked, "I suppose I am."
Faolan shook her head, smiling at him. Suddenly something caught her eye, she glanced up to see Prince Joffrey pushing his way past the crowd a leer on his face, his pale eyes seemed to sparkle as he locked eyes with Faolan; sending a chill down her spine. Behind him trialed his pet, Sandor Clegane, also known as the Hound, a tall, fierce looking man with scars running down the left side of his rough face; his stringy light brown hair hung down in his face. The two paused before Faolan and Jaime, Faolan reluctantly was raising out of her seat to address the prince when Joffrey raised a hand, "There's no need to trouble yourself with standing, my lady."He said with a devilishly smile.
She looked up at him under her full, dark, lashes and lowered herself back into her chair, "Very well, my prince."She replied hesitantly bowing her head. He's up to something.She thought, now watching his every move. Faolan could feel the gaze of the Hound upon her, she glanced over to him, his dark eyes narrowed at her to which she returned the look with a grin.
"What do you want Joffrey?"Jaime asked a bit harshly as he stared up at his nephew with a grim look.
"Nothing uncle, I just wanted to see the She-Wolf up close."Joffrey stated smirking never moving his gaze off of Faolan. She narrowed her eyes at his words and looked away from him, her fists clentched together as she chewed her bottom lip to keep herself from saying something she would most likely regret later.
Jaime glowered at his nephew, the sixteen year old had no respect for anyone and was more arrogant than the Kingslayer himself; the way he spoke to Faolan, was unruly and for some strange reason that burned Jaime to his core. His bright green eyes were fixed onto his nephew and then his gaze moved to the Hound who locked eyes with him. Faolan could taste the tension rising; her gaze went from Jaime, to the Hound, to Joffrey, and then back to Jaime. She could feel the prince's pale eyes on her, Faolan glanced over to him; his eyes looking her up and down in an eerie way. Before she could stop herself, she spat, "May I help you with something?"
Joffrey scoffed at her a moment, perhaps shocked that she had spoken to him with such animosity, "No," He replied curtly, "I am just surprised the Starks allow beasts to dine at the dinner table."
Faolan narrowed her eyes at him, she gripped her gown so tightly she was afraid her fingernails would rip through the fabric. The prince chuckled, "Did I anger the beast?"He inquired grinning wildly.
She continued glowering at him, she was trying to keep herself calm before she did transform and rip the little prince to pieces where he stood; she looked away from him as he continued to mock and laugh. Abruptly Jaime bolted from his seat, grabbing Joffrey by the collar of his maroon tunic and drug him across the table so that he was staring Jaime in the eyes, food and wine was sent flying. Just as quickly as Jaime had snatched his nephew, the Hound matched that quickness and drew his sword. Faolan glared at him, he wasn't paying her much attention, so she took advantage of that moment, lifted her gown up a bit and released the dagger she had tied to her thigh; keeping it concealed by her side."Enough!"The Kingslayer barked. Faolan stared up at him shocked, ignoring the wine that had been spilled down her white gown. "She is to be my wife! Do you understand me? You will not speak to her with such disrespect!"Jaime snapped.
Joffrey whimpered. Once again every eye was on the Lion and the She-Wolf, the music ceased once more, and silence crept into the chamber, "You will refer to her as 'Lady Faolan' and nothing more, do you understand me Joffrey? If you insult her then you are insulting me!"He hissed. Joffrey nodded, "I can't hear a headshake boy!"
"Y-yes Uncle Jaime, I understand."The prince weeped.
Jaime released his nephew giving him a shove. "Now. Apologize to Lady Faolan."He ordered.
The prince stumbled forward towards Faolan, she could see fear mixed with embarrassment swirling about his pale eyes as he stared at her, "I-I'm sorry, Lady Faolan."He replied with a quivering lip.
"You are forgiven, my prince."She said bowing her head towards him. She watched as Joffrey scurried off back through the crowd who once again was roaring with laughter and song; the Hound stood frozen in his stance for a moment, his sword still pointed at Jaime and Faolan, his dark eyes glowering at them.
"Run along Dog, your Master is waiting."Jaime spat claiming his seat once more. The Hound sneered at the Lion as he sheathed his sword, turned on his heels and strolled away, shoving his way through the crowd and over to his master. Faolan looked over at Jaime, she was stunned that he had defended her, she watched him as he picked up his goblet and gulpped down some of the wine before looking over at her, "You are staring, my lady. Is there something on my face?"He asked with a witty grin, his eyes went down to her gown with wine staining the front of it, "I apologize about ruining your gown."
"It's all right, Ser Jaime, I never cared for this gown anyway."She said as a maid scurried over bringing another cloth. Faolan dabbed at some of the wine though it was useless, the Kingslayer had spoken true, the gown was ruined. Her dark blue eyes met his bright bright ones, "You...you did not have to do that."
"Lady Faolan, you are to share the Lannister name soon, you are to be my wife and I will not have others talking ill of you. I know I was in the wrong earlier for doing so and I apologize but soon people will no longer talk, they will be afraid that Lions will come after them."He replied.
Faolan smiled slightly and couldn't help but laugh, Jaime stared at her confused. "Did I say something funny?"
"Forgive me for laughing, Ser Jaime."She said, her brief cheerful demeanor changed to one of sorrow. Jaime could see hurt and sadness in her eyes, "It does not matter who I marry, what my last name will become, or what my titles are...people will always talk. They do even now, nothing will change that...I am one subject that will always be on their lips."
Jaime could see the many years of cursing and hatred this girl had to suffer, he felt a twinge of remorse for her; he placed a gentle hand a top of hers and she looked up at him. "I give my word that the talk will stop." He said.
"And what good is your word, Ser Jaime? What will you do if people do talk? Slay them? You'd have a lot of blood on your hands."Faolan replied. "Do you honestly think your family name will keep me safe when it does not shield you?"She said. Jaime froze and gazed at her grimly as she continued, "People still talk about what you did to the Mad King, stabbing him in the back when you gave an oath to protect and serve him no matter what, they still call you..Kingslayer."
The Lion narrowed his eyes at the She-Wolf, he snatched up his goblet once more, guzzling down the remaining bit of wine; he raised his glass in the air with his green eyes still burning into Faolan as a server rushed over and refilled his drink. "There's that smart mouth again," Jaime snapped before taking another sip, he gazed down in his cup, watching the red liquid swirl about as his slowly twirled his cup. Faolan could see regret in his bright green eyes, he slowly looked up at her, "You know nothing of what truly happened with the Mad King, Lady Faolan, you know only what your father has told you and your siblings. I had a reason to do what I did."He admitted.
Faolan could sense how disturbed he had become over this, she wished she had held her tongue, "Even the honorable Eddard Stark does not know what truly happened that day in the throne room."Jaime replied softly, he seemed as if he were a million miles away, reliving the terrors only he knew. "Your father has hated me since."
"I should have held my tongue, Ser Jaime, I meant nothing by it."Faolan said. "You have never told anyone what truly happened that day, have you?"She inquired.
"No."He said, "Why would it matter when honorable eyes judged me before I could explain? Their minds are made up and I will always be 'The Kingslayer." The Lion hissed as if the last words were posion.
His tone and demeanor bit Faolan severely; she chewed her bottom lip ashamed of her harmful words. "It may not matter much but..I am here to listen, Ser Jaime. I can sense how much this disturbs you and I am truly sorry for ever bringing it up."Faolan replied.
Jaime smiled over at her, taking another sip of wine, "Perhaps another time, my lady. This is to be a joyous occasion and I'm afraid we've both acted indecent."He nodded towards her cup and she picked it up, "To our marriage."He toasted.
She grinned, "To our marriage."
The Lion and the She-Wolf clinked their glasses together and then drank. "You know, Lady Faolan, how is our marraige to work if we are constantly jabbing insults at one another?"Jaime teased.
"I am sure we will manage somehow."Faolan smiled.
That got a laugh out of the Lion which caused the She-Wolf to join him, she stared down into her goblet filled with wine; this arranged marriage was the idea of Lord Tywin and her father, Lord Eddard Stark, the honorable Ned Stark as Jaime had called him and he was right, her lord father held honor and family above all else. Therefore, she wanted to honor him by being successful in this marriage even though it did not please her or her betrothed. "Ser Jaime," She said getting his attention,"I do want our marriage to work. I know neither of us are happy about this arrangment but..I do want to honor it for the sake of our fathers and our families."Faolan replied. She desired to do something honorable, just like her father,
He smiled. "That is very honorable of you, Lady Faolan."Jaime said.
"That is something my father has taught us."
Jaime's smile widened, "Ah. Of course,"He said. Jaime looked over to her, "I want this to work as well, as you said for our families sake and the sake of our fathers."
Faolan nodded to him and both took another drink of their wine, suddenly there was tug on Faolan's right sleeve, almost causing her to have more wine on her gown; she glanced over to see Rickon, rubbing the sleep from his bright eyes. She placed her cup down and turned towards him, "What is it little one?"She asked.
The six year old yawned before answering, "I am sleepy but..I want to hear one of your stories, Faolan."He replied.
She smiled at him loving, she could see how exhausted he was, the past few days had taken a toll on everyone. Faolan ruffled his curly auburn hair, she glanced up seeing their mother shoving her way through the crowds and over to them. "Rickon, I already told you that Faolan cannot tell you a story tonight, this feast is for her engagement. It would be rude of her to leave."Catelyn scolded him which caused him to whine.
Jaime smiled slightly, "Lady Catelyn, I was just thinking of retiring for the evening myself, I do not mind if Lady Faolan tends to her younger brother."The Kingslayer replied as Rickon practically flung himself on Faolan's lap, wrapping his arms around her neck. "He seems kin on hearing a story."He said his smile widening.
Catelyn narrowed her eyes at Jaime a moment, taking Rickon from Faolan's arms. "Very well, Ser Jaime. I thank you."She spat, she looked at her daughter, "I will have one of the servants take him to his room, don't be long, my sweet."Catelyn said brushing a gentle hand against Faolan's cheek. Lady Stark gave the Kingslayer one more dirty look before leaving to return to her husband's side.
Faolan could sense that her mother despised Jaime and not just him but every Lannister; the past two days whenever a Lannister was about her mother would tense and a veil of loathing would cover her, Catelyn's blue eyes would seem to burn with hate. "I do not think your mother cares for me."Jaime said bringing Faolan back from her thoughts.
"Whatever gave you that idea?"She teased.
Jaime grinned before standing from his seat, he then helped Faolan from hers; she could sense the eyes of Lions on her once more and glanced across the room to see Tywin staring at her with narrowed eyes, it was hard to tell what exactly he was feeling but the Queen, Faolan had sensed Cersei's hatred since they first arrived at Winterfell. The Queen was glowering at her as she drank her wine, Faolan could feel Cersei's detestation for her from across the chamber. "And I do not think your sister cares for me."She replied turning her gaze back to him.
Jaime spotted his family across the room and then looked back to Faolan, "Do not pay her any mind."He said. "Cersei is not fond of most people, now, should you be getting to your brother?"
"I suppose."She replied, "Tonight has been...unusual."Faolan smiled.
"Indeed it has, my lady."Jaime smirked, "I look forward to our duel tomorrow."
Faolan's smile widened, "As do I,"She said, "well I better be going, good night, Ser Jaime, pleasant dreams."
The Kingslayer bowed to her, taking her right hand in his and planted a gentle kiss on the top of her smooth hand, "And pleasant dreams to you as well, Lady Faolan."He smiled before making his leave.
Faolan squeezed past the sweating bodies of the guests who were still gulpping down wine and singing songs and dancing, she finally made it through the throng of people and reached the darkened, abandoned hall, and made her way to Rickon's room. Once there she snuggled into bed with him and began to weave him a tale of magic and giants and other mythical beings that once roamed Westeros centeries ago; her brother was sleep before she even reached the end of the story. Faolan gently tucked him in and planted a soft kiss on his forehead before quietly making her exit and heading for her own room. She readied herself for the night, crawled into bed, and welcomed sleep, she wanted to be well rested for her duel with Jaime Lannister, her betrothed.
Jaime Lannister awoke at the early lights of dawn. The morning was cold and crisp, he was yearning to be back in the warm south to escape this dreadful iciness that seemed to chill him to the bone. He tossed the itchy sheets aside as he sat on the side of his bed, running a hand through his soft, golden hair; he couldn't wait to leave Winterfell and be back in the silk blankets that he had grown accostume to, he longed to have her beside him, warming his bed instead of the cold thing he was sitting on now.
When he had left the feast last night after saying his good-byes to Faolan Stark, his betrothed (labeling her that still knotted his stomach), he was expecting a midnight visit from his twin sister, Cersei. The two forbidden lovers hadn't been alone and intimate with one another since before they began their journey for this cold, waste land and that seemed like an eternity ago. He was longing to hold her close once again, to kiss her soft skin, to...a knock on this chamber door pulled him from his thoughts.
"Enter."He replied.
The large door creaked open and a young servant boy wandered inside, he appeared to be the same age as Joffrey, he had shaggy dark hair and dark grey eyes. "I am here to assist you in dressing, my lord."He said bowing his head in respect.
"Of course you are."Jaime said curtly as he rose from the bed. As the boy assisted him with his knightly outting attire, the events of the previous night replayed in his minds eye; two particular moments, the moment when Joffrey was hurling insults at Faolan Stark; he wasn't sure why that bothered him the way it did, possibly it was just Joffrey, who he thought was a nuisance, maybe it was just to defend his family name since the girl would be sharing it with him the moment when Faolan had caused fear to run through his veins once more, he had to admit one thing, she was a very interesting woman and he couldn't help but wonder what the rumored She-Wolf looked like in her direwolf form. I want to see that wolf form of hers. He thought with a devilish smirk.
Once Jaime was dressed in the long white tail coat with the maroon silken lining and the matching white pants, and blackened boots of the Kingsguard, he swooed the boy away, taking in his appearance in the looking glass; he straightened the coat, along with the tassels, he strapped his sword to his side and then styled his hair and once everything was to his liking Jaime left his room.
Jaime found his twin and his imp brother, along with his nephews and niece breaking their fast in the dining hall, with no Starks to be found. Cersei's green eyes were on him as soon as he set foot in the room, "I was wondering if you were ever going to join us."She said.
"I aplogize for being late, my sweet sister."He replied with a grin as he claimed a seat for himself. A servant came quickly with a plate piled with bacon, bread, some fish and a cup filled with dark beer and sat it before the Kingslayer.
"Uncle Jaime, I hear you are going to be dueling Lady Faolan today, is that true?" Tommen inquired excitedly.
Tyrion Lannister the Imp, younger brother to Jaime and Cersei, glanced over at his brother and then to his sister, watching them intently as he dipped a piece of bread in honey. "It is true. I will be dueling her after my meal."He said.
The Queen sneered before taking a sip of wine, "A girl being skilled in the sword, it's unheard of, and her being the beast that she is, it's rather unsafe."Cersei spat, "These Starks truly are animals."
"I hear she is rather talented, I'd be on my toes, dear brother,"Tyrion said with a grin.
"Do you doubt me?"Jaime teased.
"Certainly not, brother. It was simply a warning."Tyrion replied.
Joffrey scoffed as he moved the food around on his plate with his fork. "She's at an unfair advantage, with her being the She-Wolf, she could transform at any time and take off your head!"He snapped stabbing the fish that was on his plate with a fork.
Jaime glowered over at him which made Joffrey freeze in his seat, "What did you say?"He asked darkly, "We had a discussion about this last night, did we not, or have you forgotten?"
"Yes and about that little talk, I would like a word with you, brother."Cersei hissed glaring at Jaime who returned the expression.
Tyrion could feel the tension raising between the two, "Children, run along, it seems the adults need to talk."He said.
Myrcella and Tommen nodded and took their leave, Joffrey lingered a moment, pouting and then left the dining hall as well. "What is you want to talk about, sister?"Jaime asked.
She narrowed her green eyes at him, "About you dragging my son across the head table last night in front of everyone!"Cersei snapped. "Do you know how embarrassed he was?"
"Then he should have keep his mouth shut. Or...did you urge him to come over there and insult Lady Faolan?"
Cersei laughed, "Lady?! She is a beast!"
"She is still a human girl and a princess of Winterfell, Cersei."Tyrion spat, narrowing his eyes at his sister. He had experinced a life full of mockery and hatred due to his size and the fact that his birth caused the death of his mother, he was sure Faolan had endured the same—anyone who was different was treated rather cruelly. "Lady Faolan still deserves respect, especially since we are to be family soon."
"I was not talking to you, Imp."The Queen Regent snapped.
Jaime sighed. He was not blind, he knew his sister, they had shared a womb, he knew Cersei more than anyone, and Jaime knew that she was jealous of his arranged marriage, envious of Faolan. "Do you realize that Joffrey insulted my betrothed, what was I supposed to do? Sit there and let him do it? If he insults her, it is the same as insulting me!"He retorted,
Cersei's eyes seemed to burn him to his very core; he was regretting every harsh word he threw at her as she folded her arms across her chest and turned away from him. Jaime shook his head as he shoved his plate of untouched food away from him, he appetite had abandoned him; he stood from his seat, "Well then, if you will excuse me, I have a match to win."
The Queen scoffed, "You actually are going to fight her?"
"I gave my word, if I go back on it, what will people think of me?"Jaime said strolling towards the doors,
"You gave your word to ME!"Cersei shrieked.
Jaime froze. He knew what she meant, they had vowed since they were young to love one another, that she would be his and he would be hers; once their father had orchestrated the marriage between Cersei and Robert Baratheon and her hatred for him festered, the twins continued their incestuous affair once again. When they were younger, Cersei had been the one to suggest to their father, that he become a member of the Kingsguard, so he would be able to never marry, of course that changed now since he was betrothed to Ned Stark's eldest daughter, but Tywin Lannister could do whatever he wanted. Jaime knew Cersei wanted him only for herself, she was not prepared to share him with another, he wasn't pleased with it either, but it was what their Lord father desired. "Or have you forgotten?"She retorted.
Jaime turned back to face his sister, he could see Tyrion shaking his head at how his eldest sister was acting like a spoiled child. His green eyes locked onto her as she sneered at him, "I have never forgotten."He said softly.
"Good luck, brother!"Tyrion shouted in an attempt to cut through the tension that seemed to fog the chamber.
"I don't need it."Jaime replied before making his leave.
The courtyard seemed rather still this morning, Jaime suspected that everyone had decided to remain in bed from all the wine and excitement that went on the night before; he made his way past servants and villagers who all bowed their heads to him once they saw him and then began to whisper behind his back. He ignored them, knowing they were calling him 'Kingslayer', he loathed hearing that title, but he was too prideful to ever tell what truly happened that day in the throne room with the Mad King. Let them tallk. Jaime thought.
Jaime finally caught a glimpse of Jon Snow and Robb Stark who were practicing with dueling swords as Bran Stark, his nephew Tommen watched thrilled and a bored Joffrey stood on the side lines with his arms crossed, no doubt wishing he were any place else but this. He searched the yard for Faolan but hadn't spotted her,
"There you are."
He spun around a bit startled to see Faolan smiling, her attire consisted of a copper shaded leather jerkin with brindled hue mixed with shades of white, chamoisee, and camel. He could tell that the white under shirt she wore underneath the jerkin, fit her loosely by the way the sleeve flowed around her slender wrist; the leggings she wore were a shade of chamoisee which matched the gloves she donned and the dark boots that were laced onto her feet seemed rather worn and her long dark hair was styled in a braid while a few strands hung down to frame her face. He looked her up and down finally getting a better look of her, she stood about five foot four while he stood right six foot 3; she was indeed beautiful, porcelain skin, her eyes were what captured him the most, they were a sapphire hue so dark and beautiful, under her long dark lashes they seemed to glisten in the sunlight.
"Aw, did I scare the great Jaime Lannister?"She mocked.
Jaime smirked as he regained his composure, "Not at all, Lady Faolan. You must walk like a shadow, I never even heard you sneak up."He said.
"It is thanks to being part direwolf, I suppose."Faolan replied. "So, are you ready for our match, Ser Jaime?"She inquired.
"As ready as I'll ever be, my lady."He grinned.
Faolan smiled, "You seem very confident, Ser Jaime. I hope you are not claiming a victory before we ever start."She replied.
"Perhaps I am, Lady Faolan, I assure you, I will win this duel."Jaime said. He had to admit, he found enjoyment in teasing her unlike most women who would sit there and take it, Faolan would hurl a witty insult back; she was a challenge and he adored that.
She smirked at him, folding her arms across her chest and raised an eyebrow, "Oh really? Well, we shall see." Faolan said, she looked over to her brothers who had ceased their practice. Her eyes met Jon's and he nodded, he ventured off into what Jaime guessed was a small armory for practice weapons; Jon returned carrying a sword still sleeping in it's sheath. Faolan removed the sword from the sheath, to reveal a long, shining, sharp sword; the hilt was black and silver, the guard of the sword was also silver and at the ends were two howling wolves heads, one on the right and one on the left and the pommel of the sword was in the shape of an arrowhead with a delicate design of a wolf howling at an invisible moon. Jaime had to admit, it was beautifully crafted. He unsheathed his own sword, Oathkeeper, the Valyrian steel blade shone in the sunlight; the pommel was silver and was formed into the shape of a double headed lion with exquisite detail, the hilt was silver with gold wrapping around the handle.
"Your sword, does it have a name, Lady Faolan?"Jaime asked curiously.
She smiled, "Yes, it's called Frostbite. And yours, Ser Jaime?"
"Oathkeeper."He replied.
Her smile widened, "Interesting name."She said. Faolan locked eyes with Jaime Lannister, she had to admit, she was a tad bit nervous about their duel but her excitement was stronger than her fear. Neither had ever seen each other fight, that was what made this so exciting; Faolan readied Frostbite, Jaime mimicked her as he readied Oathkeeper, he was a bit stunned to see that was left handed.
"Kick his arse, Faolan."Jon replied, placing a hand on her shoulder. He narrowed his dark eyes at Jaime before walking to the sidelines and the Kingslayer leered over at the bastard son of Lord Eddard Stark.
"Seems the bastard wants me to lose."Jaime replied.
Faolan brushed off his words, she could tell by the twinkle in his eye that he was attempting to throw her off before the duel even started and she refused to give him the pleasure of that. "Finally, a duel with real swords."Joffrey said with a thirst for bloodshed in his tone.
Jaime and Faolan both narrowed their eyes towards him which silenced him. Robb Stark took a step forward, "This is nothing more than a friendly fight-"
"Oh spare us of these rules, do you honestly think I would hurt the girl?"Jaime asked.
Robb glared over at the Kingslayer, "No, I am afraid she'll hurt you, of your pride at least."He spat before standing on the sidelines with Jon, Bran, Tommen, and Joffrey.
"Begin!"
The sound of steel on steel rung throughout the courtyard and the people of Winterfell slowly gathered to see the Lion duel the She-Wolf. Jaime parried towards Faolan who blocked speedily and parried back towards him, he was impressed with her speed and the way she handled the sword was as if it were a part of her; Jaime smirked, she was a lot better than he had pegged.
"You are quite skilled, my lady."He complimented as Oathkeeper and Frostbite chewed into one another.
"You are not so bad yourself, Ser Jaime."Faolan smiled. The duel wedged on, the She-Wolf and Lion now stood in one place trading feints, thrutsts and parries; Jaime frowned a moment, Faolan moved which such grace and swiftness, that it almost seemed as if she were a shadow, dancing on a castle's walls. "What's the matter?"She taunted, "Are you giving up?"
Jaime narrowed his eyes at her a moment but suddenly realized something, they both had paused a moment and Faolan now held her sword down at her side, foolishly leaving her certain wide open. A smirk spread across his face, Even with her speed if I attack now, she won't be fast enough to block and I can put an end to this little charade. He thought. Jaime qucikly parried towards her, catching Faolan off guard, she attempted to block but Oathkeeper thrusted into Frostbite bringing the sword downward but Faolan refused defeat; Jaime put all of his strength into keeping her sword down but Faolan matched his power. The Lion backed the She-Wolf into a corner, as he towered above her, he could see a light sweat glistening on her skin, he knew he was covered in it as well; Faolan frowned up at him, with shock swirling in her sapphire eyes,
"If I were you, Lady Faolan, I would submit to defeat."Jaime smirked, "You are very skilled I admit, but even you are no match for me."
A sudden grin spread across her face, that look of shock that had been in her eyes vanished and was replaced with glow of confidence. "There's something you should know, Ser Jaime."Faolan said.
"And what is that?"
"I am not left handed."She smirked quickly switching Frostbite to her other hand. Faolan thrusted Frostbite into Oathkeeper with so much force that Jaime was struggling to keep Frostbite down now, he stumbled backward, glaring at her. The She-Wolf circled the Lion and the Lion did the same, he was not expecting her to have been taught to use a sword with either hand; he had not met any swordsmen who had mastered that technique. Jaime lunged towards but suddenly froze, Frostbite was on point, he couldn't perform his attack.
Damn, He cursed in his mind, She is good.
She parried towards him and Jaime blocked her move, narrowing his green eyes at her. Faolan's smirk widened, she stood tall holding Frostbite upright, with her elbows close to her center; Jaime held Oathkeeper with both hands and the Valyrian steel blade held at an angle, the Lion balanced his weight on his back leg while his front was outstretched with his heel up. Faolan moved forward bringing Frostbite down while Jaime swung Oathkeeper low, the steel once again biting into one another; the She-Wolf lunged towards the Lion striking his sword once again as he blocked, she was putting more force in her swings which caused Jaime's back leg to bend a bit so it appeared as if he were kneeling to her. Frostbite gnawed into Oathkeeper's steel once more, she swung again bringing Jaime's sword down; Faolan forced Frostbite at an angle blocking Oathkeeper from making another move. She grabbed the Valyrian steel, catching the hilt; Faolan smiled bringing her elbow up to block him as she pulled the sword from Jaime's grasp. He gazed at her stunned, taking in the image of her smiling and wielding Frostbite as well Oathkeeper.
The crowd around them roared into a chorus of cheers, some whistled while others clapped; Faolan took a bow to the audience who had come to witness the She-Wolf and the Kingslayer's duel. She took a step towards Jaime, handing Oathkeeper to it's right owner, "It was a great match, Ser Jaime. You are indeed as good as I've heard."She replied.
Jaime nodded towards her, a slight smile on his lips, "And you are very talented, Lady Faolan."He said. Faolan headed over to the small armory and Jaime placed Oathkeeper in it's sheath and followed on her heels, "Whatever caused you to learn with both hands, if I may ask."
Faolan placed Frostbite into it's sleeping place and put the sword away, she looked at him over her shoulder, "Well, it's always better to be prepared and if I were ever to lose a hand, the Gods forbid, I will still be able to weild a sword."Faolan said.
"I suppose it is, I have never met another swordsman who has mastered this skill."Jaime said, "You are a very intriguing woman, Lady Faolan."
"Well thank you, Ser Jaime."
Jaime watched her as she removed the gloves from her hands and then she wiped her brow, Faolan walked over to a large barrel that sat at the enternce of the building, she took the metal ladle that hung from the side, and dipped it into the water, to quench her thrist. He looked her up and down, watching her every move, "Lady Faolan, may I ask something, I'm quite curious."Jaime replied.
"I suppose, what is it?"Faolan asked, dipping the ladle into the water once more.
The Lion smirked for a moment, I must provoke the She-Wolf if I am to see her form. He thought. "Have you ever been fucked?"
Faolan's eyes rounded, shallowing the liquid hard; it almost seemed as if she had rocks going down her throat instead of water. She coughed and wiped her mouth before leering at him harshly, "W-Why on earth would is that any business of yours?"She barked.
"You are to be my wife, so I would like to know if another man as taken your maidenhood or will I be the one to claim it?"Jaime asked.
Faolan glared at him, her cheeks turning a light shade of red, she then turned on her heels and stormed out of the armory. Jaime followed her, "Are you going to answer me?"He inquired tilting his head to the side as he smiled.
She turned towards him, narrowing her eyes at him as people walked past them, "We can discuss this later. Not in public where everyone can hear! It will just give them more things to gossip about."Faolan snarled.
Jaime smirked raising an eyebrow at her, "Ah. I see, you are embarrassed."
"Will you shut-up! Are you doing this because I won?"Faolan asked.
"Of course not, like I said, I am curious."
Faolan glowered at him once more, she huffed a sigh and looked up at him under her dark lashes. "No. I-I have never been..with a man,"She murmured. She then crossed her arms, "There! Are you satisfied?"
Jaime grinned smugly, he rubbed his chin, "I see. I wonder why that is, you aren't ugly that's for sure, maybe men are scared that if they fuck you and you become preganant that their bastards will be what youare."He said in a wonderous, mocking tone.
Faolan glared him and turned away, clentching her fists together and she froze; she could feel the anger rising up inside of her, if she didn't calm down she knew what would happen—she would transform. "Stop it. Please—"
"Or maybe no man wants to fuck you because it would anger the Gods, since you are part wolf."He continued.
The anger began coursing through her veins, she could feel like covering her like a cloak; Faolan closed her eyes, balling her hands into fists so tight that her fingernails began to pierce through her palms. "Stop it."She begged again attempting to put out of fire of rage that was boiling inside her.
"There has to be a reason for this, a pretty girl like you, deserves a good fuck."
Faolan had heard more than enough, she couldn't control her anger anymore; she turned towards Jaime with her shoulders trembling, an expression of pure hate washed over her face. The fear that Jaime had felt the night before when she glowering at him, returned and it sent an ominousness chill down his spine. Faolan's blue eyes changed to that golden-amber hue and were scorching the Kingslayer to his soul, he took a step backward; his eyes widened as he witnessed her being to morph,
"What the hell did you do Lannister?!"Jaime heard Robb yell. The Kingslayer was still, his green eyes rounded in fear, it was as if the cold winds of Winterfell had frozen Jaime Lannister; he couldn't move, he could hear people scream and run off around him, but he was unable to move.
"Seven hells! Jon go..go get father!"He heard Robb shout, out of the corner of his eye he could see Ned Stark's bastard running off to the castle of Winterfell with Bran and Tommen following behind,
Faolan tried to stop the change but she couldn't, it was too late—she could feel her body bending and changing to take the form of the direwolf, thick black fur began to cover her, she could feel her muscles painfully beging stretched and pulled to adjust to the new body. It felt as if someone were forcing her mouth open and her teeth began to ache—finally the throbbing pain ceased, the transformation was complete, glaring back at Jaime Lannister was an enormous black direwolf, snarling and growling at him with razor sharp fangs.
Jaime slowly raised a hand, "E-Easy—" He attempted to say but the wolf lunged towards him, the Kingslayer stumbled to the ground as the direwolf inched in closer, snipping at him with pointed teeth. Damn, He thought, why did I think this was a good idea? Jaime cursed himself for provoking her, as he fearfully stared into the direwolf's hate burning eyes.
Suddenly his gaze movement to a being standing behind the large direwolf, Jaime realized it was Joffrey; a sick, twisted satisfied leer covered his nephew's face as the boy gazed upon Faolan's wolf form. He could tell Joffrey had something in his hands, tossing it up and then catching it, What the seven hells is he doing? Jaime thought.
The Kingslayer then saw the rock that was in his nephew's hand, Joffrey took a step towards the wolf and hurled the rock at it. "You idiot!"Jaime cursed. The rock hit the direwolf, a yelp rumbled deep within it's throat; Jaime could see the anger intensify in the wolf's golden-amber orbs. The wolf turned it's head in the direction that Joffrey was standing, growling ferociously, leaping towards him; Joffrey's eyes rounded in fright, the prince screamed, cowarding to the ground in fear. The wolf crept in closer snarling, as Joffrey was shouting for mercy as he cried,
"Faolan!"
The direwolf's head perked up, her eyes spotted her father rushing into the courtyard, behind him ran Jon and Robb and an infuriated Lord Tywin Lannister; Faolan could feel Lord Tywin's rage rolling off of him as his narrowed cold eyes locked onto her. His mouth was formed into a tight purse line as he glowered at her, she moved her gaze away from him and to the dirt beneath her padded paws. She glanced up to see her father taking in the scene around him, Jaime on the ground, Joffrey sobbing in a cowardly ball; Faolan met Ned's gaze and she could see the sympathy that seemed to swirl in his gray eyes, a slight smile tugged at his lips as he took a step towards her. She back away from Joffrey and from her father, tucking her tail between her legs, closing her eyes as she did so. Faolan was ashamed of herself, she hated herself for getting so upset that she lost control—she did not want to disappoint her father while their guests were staying here and she had just done that and more; she knew that deep down, her father was disappointed and that thought made a knot form in the pit of her stomach.
"Jaime, are you all right?"Tywin demanded.
The Lion's gaze was fixed upon Faolan who was still in her wolf form, seeing how afraid and timid she had become. A twinge of regret seemed to stab him in his side as he continued to look at her, "Son, are you hurt!"Tywin barked.
Jaime glanced up at his father, his eyes burning with hate and rage. "No."He replied. The Kingslayer's gaze then moved over to Ned Stark, he could see how much this father truly loved his daughter, even though she was what she was; he remembered how cruel his own father had always been towards his brother, Tyrion, due to his deformity.
Ned's movements were slow and gentle as he took another step towards the direwolf that was his daughter, he smiled slightly, "Faolan, it's okay now—"He began softly,
"It is not okay Lord Stark!" Tywin roared. "Your...your beast of a daughter nearly put an end to my son and grandson! I do not know why I ever came up with the proposal of this wretched arranged marriage!"He ranted.
His words seemed to stab Faolan, a low whimper hummed in her throat, and tears were beginning to sting her eyes. She took in the hated filled glares of Tywin, the concerned looks of Jon and Robb, the pitied glance of her father, and as Jaime stood up and dusted himself off he looked over at her in awe with a hint of fear still hovering over him. "What are you going to do about this, Stark?"Tywin demanded angrily.
Ned looked over to Tywin and then he bowed his head in respect, "I will fix this."He replied. "Robb, Jon, help the prince up."He said.
The wolf had seen enough, regret was washing over her; she refused to shed her tears in front of everyone. The wolf backed away once again before turning and running towards the forests outside of Winterfell. As she ran she could still hear the voices clearly: Tywin continued to yell, Ned attempted to calm him, and Joffrey ranted. The tears began to trickle down the wolf's cheeks as she reached the grove of trees and entered the God Woods.
The black direwolf reached her place of solitude, the place that she deemed her sanctuary—the place where Ned came and prayed to the Gods. The white trees with the faces, crying tears of blood, always seemed to watch her whenever she came here; everything here seemed alive. She trotted over to the largest of the white trees, she looked up at it's craved face; the mouth gapped open as if it were ready to speak, it's hollowed eyes crying red which ran down it's trunk. The wolf hung her head down, ashamed of her actions; she lowered herself to the grass, staring at her reflection in the waters of the pond that lay before her.
A low cry rumbled in her throat, the tears continued to stream down her black fur; the wolf closed her golden-amber eyes and huffed out a breath—the wolf's body began to change once again, the aching pain returned, her body began to twist and bend to the form it originally was, Faolan. She opened her eyes, gazing at what the waters now reflected: the wolf was gone and Faolan sat naked in it's place. Her hair that had been styled in a neat braid was now worn long and almost like a veil which covered her face, since the tie holding back her hair had been destroyed once she had transformed. Faolan felt drained, exhausted. The transformation always left her like this, she began to sob, bringing her legs close to her chest as she shook, I have ruined everything... She thought.
Faolan sniffled and rubbed the tears from her cheeks, her eyes darted over as the rustling of grass and leaves met her ears; a fresh trail of her father's earthy aroma filled her nostrils. Ned entered the clearing and paused, he could tell that Faolan was sobbing rather hard by the way that her slender frame was quaking; his heart ached for his daughter. He removed his cloak and strolled over to her, placing the cloak around her shoulders, covering her nakedness. She slowly gazed up at him and buried her face in his chest crying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."She wept over and over again.
Ned wrapped his arms around her, it was as if she were a small girl once again, clinging to him whenever she had a nightmare. "Shhh sweet girl, everything's all right."His low voice cooed in an attempt to soothe her.
Faolan wiped her eyes, shaking her head, "I have ruined everything. I heard how Lord Tywin spoke, the arranged marriage between Ser Jaime and I is most likely over. Oh no! Have I ruined Sansa and Joffrey's engagement as well? I know how happy she was about this—"
"Shh. Your arranged marriage and Sansa's are safe, everything is all right."Ned said. Faolan sensed her father tense, the look in his eyes became serious; he gently grasped a hold of her shoulders. "Now, did Jaime Lannister harm you in anyway?"He questioned.
Faolan looked up at her father and then moved her gaze to the waters of the pond, her hands bringing the cloak closer around her. "No father. I-I would rather not say what he did."Faolan replied softly, "I tried to stop the change...but...I couldn't,"
"It does not matter now."Ned replied. He turned and opened the brown leather satchel that was secured about his shoulders, he pulled out a neatly folded cornflower blue gown, along with woman's underclothing. "Your mother packed these for you to change into, we need to head back, Lord Tywin wants a public apology from you."He said as he hand the clothing to his daughter.
Faolan stared up at him taking the gown and underclothes, "A public apology?"She echoed.
Ned nodded. "I do not know what Jaime Lannister did to you, but whatever it was it caused you to turn; I am not blaming you Faolan, but to please Lord Tywin I agreed that you would state your apologies."
She lowered her head, bitng her lip as she brushed a hand against the silk fabrics of the gown that now sat in her lap, "I understand,"Faolan replied softly, "I will say my apologizes to not only Ser Jaime but to Prince Joffrey as well."She said. Faolan slowly rose from the ground and walked behind the Weirwood heart tree, advoiding to meet it's hollowed eyes that cried tears of blood. Once on the other side of the old tree she removed the cloak Ned had given her to cover herself with, the dark wool and the dark brown and white fur that lined the shoulders was covered in her father's scent which smelled of oak moss and the soil of the God Woods. She slipped into the underclothes and then pulled the gown on; before she left from behind the tree, Faolan made sure the gown was straightened and everything was perfect. Faolan glanced up to see her father wearing a slight smile as he saw her, she handed him his cloak,
Ned secured the cloak around him once again and then looked back at his daughter; he could see the hurt in her eyes the color of sapphires, and that wounded his heart. He wanted to reassure to her that all was well but Eddard Stark was not even sure of that himself, not while the Lannisters were in Winterfell. Ned cupped her face tenderly, Faolan gazed up at him and grinned, "You make me proud, Faolan." He replied before planting a gentle kiss on her forehead.
"How can I make you proud by being what I..I am? How can I make you proud when inside I am terrified of facing Lord Tywin?"Faolan asked her voice on the verge of breaking. The tears stung her eyes once again but she refused to cry before her father; inside fear coursed through her. She was afraid of Tywin Lannister; since she first laid eyes on him she could sense how cruel and twisted he was, she had heard the stories of the great Tywin Lannister, and the harsh words he had thrown at her now echoed in her mind.
"Admitting our fears takes great courage, Faolan. And you are right to fear Lord Tywin, he is a very dangerous and ruthless man."Ned said, "But, I know you won't let that fear control you, you have the wolf's blood that coursed throughout the veins of your Uncle Brandon and your Aunt Lyanna."
Her father rarely spoke of his brother and sister, who had been dead and gone for years and now slept eternally in the Stark family crypt that resided underneath Winterfell. She could sense that it pained her father to talk of them, to be reminded of their deaths and the memories they had left behind; his gray eyes became sorrowful as he gazed at her. Faolan gently grasped his course hand that still rested on her cheek, "I will do what needs to be done, father."She replied.
"I know."He said with a grin. "Do you need help walking?"Ned inquired, knowing how weak the transformation made Faolan. She shook her head and walked past her father with her eyes fixed on Winterfell that could be seen in the distance.
Faolan stood strong, gazing up at the castle that was her home, but inside that fear had began to take form once again; she was afraid of having to face Lord Tywin, along with the Queen, the King, Jaime Lannister and the awful prince. Inside she could hear her mother's voice strong and demanding and Tywin Lannister's voice which was full of anger and spite; they were arguing back and forth and Faolan heard every word, clear and crisp as if they were standing right before her. She balled her hands into fists,
Ned placed a gentle hand on Faolan's shoulder, in an attempt to calm her; he could see how tense she had become and he could see that her sapphire eyes were hard and focused on something that was unseen to him. She then gazed up at him, "We shouldn't wait any longer, father. Lord Tywin is furious."She replied.
He nodded and the guards opened the large oaken doors to the castle, a throng of people filled the entrance hall leading to the inner chamber; the people all turned staring at Ned then moving their eyes to Faolan, she was used to people watching and she was used to getting all kinds of looks. Hate filled stares, pitied glances, fearful gazes; Lord Tywin's thunderous voice and Catelyn's husky and noble voice warred with one another, echoing off the castle walls,
"Lord Tywin, if you please just wait a moment longer, I am sure Ned and Faolan will—"Catelyn replied,
"How much longer must I wait? I want this matter dealt with NOW!"Lord Tywin roared,
Ned and Faolan reached the chamber, people were crammed in the room tightly and all eyes were now glued onto Faolan and her father. As they approached the Lions, Faolan scouted the room, seeing her brothers and sisters, she saw Maester Luwin, all amongst the crowd, his kind eyes which were filled with wisdom always had a way of soothing her. Her eyes then moved to her mother who stood tall before Lord Tywin, she could tell her mother was stressed and upset, Jaime Lannister stood adjust from Catelyn, he met her gaze and smirked and she narrowed her eyes at him.
She then unglued her irritated stare from Jaime and looked over to see the Queen glowering at her, her green eyes seemed to hurl fire in Faolan's direction. Cersei Lannister was donned in an elegant gown that was a crimson shade, elaborate designs in gold were stiched along the neckline and the sleeves which flared about the Queen's slender wrists. At the Queen's side was Prince Joffrey who had his arms folded across his chest with his face twisted in a pout, the sixteen year old seemed more like a spoiled child who had not gotten his way; King Robert stood on Cersei's left, the plump king scowled at Faolan as she and Ned paused beside Catelyn and Jaime, standing before Lord Tywin Lannister. Tywin's cold green eyes narrowed as he gazed upon Faolan and Ned, his face was hard as his brow furrowed the longer he stared upon them.
King Robert stepped forward and made his way over to Eddard, "Ned, what am I to make of this? I was told your...daughter turned into a direwolf and just about took the head off of one of the fiercest fighters in my Kingsguard and nearly made a meal of my son!"He spat.
Ned closed the space between him and the King, so only Robert could hear his words, "Faolan did transform but she didn't harm Jaime Lannister or your son."He said in a hushed tone.
"I do not care! I've had to listen to my wife rant and rave, I've heard your wife shouting and Lord Tywin bellowing his say! My bloody head is about to split open! I want this dealt with and cast aside, Ned."Robert ordered, rubbing his throbbing temples with his fat fingers.
"And it will, my King."Faolan replied before her father had time to speak,
Ned stared over at her, taken a back by her actions. He looked upon his daughter, taking in how strong and noble she appeared; Faolan stood with her head held high as she gazed upon the King, Lord Tywin and the rest of the royal lot. What fear she had had melted away, Faolan did not want to give Lord Tywin or Cersei Lannister the satisfaction of her being afraid; she wanted them to know, not everyone feared the Lion's Den.
"I would like to begin with stating my humblest apologies to Prince Joffrey,"Faolan said sincerely though inside her stomach churnned a bit at the distaste for the prince. She looked over at him and bowed her head, "My prince—"
"Do you honestly think an apology would ever clear his mind of what horrors he saw today?"Cersei hissed glaring at her as she wrapped an arm around Joffrey who didn't seem at all pleased with his mother's notion. "He could have been killed!"
"Silence woman!"Robert bellowed narrowing his dark eyes at his Queen, "I've had enough of your yelling to last a lifetime, the boy isn't hurt, now let the girl speak!"He roared.
Faolan bowed her head towards King Robert, "Thank you, my King."She replied, she then moved her gaze over to Joffrey. "My prince,"She began again, "I am terribly sorry for my dreadful actions. I do hope that no harm nor trauma has come to you and I do pray that you can find it in your heart to forgive me."Faolan said tenderly.
Joffrey stepped forward, his pale eyes were narrowed and a leer was painted on his face; the young prince attempted to look unamused but his eyes spoke of fear. Faolan could sense that he was scared, afraid of the direwolf side of her, he cleared his throat before saying, "You are forgiven...my lady."
A smile spread across her face, "Thank you, my prince." Faolan said. She looked up at Lord Tywin and then over to Jaime who wore a smug grin on his handsome face, she let that cocky look of his roll of her shoulders, "Ser Jaime," She replied. Jaime Lannister walked towards her, smiling with each step he took to close the distance between them; her hands balled into fists.
"Yes, Lady Faolan?"He questioned, tilting his head to the side and giving her an innocent look.
She gritted her teeth and glared at him. "Get on with it young lady, I want to hear an honest apology or I will denounce this arranged marriage!"Tywin snapped. His voice was deep and very proper but strong, with that powerful voice his words alone made the crowd in the room quiver with fear.
Father was right, Faolan thought as she stared over at Lord Tywin, he is a dangerous man.
"Yes, my lord."She said. Faolan moved her gaze back to Jaime, who was still grinning pridefully at her; Jaime stood tall, the white uniform of the Kingsguard that he wore still had smudges of dirt coating the fabric from when he fell to the ground when she had transformed. His green eyes seemed to shimmer with haughtiness as he stared at her, with that smile still playing on his lips.
"I am waiting, my lady."Jaime smirked.
Faolan narrowed her eyes at him, clenching her fists tighter causing her fingernails to cut into her skin, "Ser Jaime, I-I—" She words failed her as a wave of dizziness pulled her into its tide. The room appeared to be spinning all around her, nausea then crept in causing her stomach to churn violently; Faolan felt drained and exhausted, much like she always did after she had transformed. She should have let Ned carry her but instead she had pushed herself to her limit; her knees buckled beneath her and she met the cold floor.
"Faolan!"Ned and Catelyn cried bending down to their daughter's aid.
Faolan brushed their hands aside as she hauled herself up; she kept her eyes shut for a moment, afraid that the room would still be twirling if she got up so fast. "She is faking."Cersei's voice growled.
"No, my Queen. Faolan has these spells after she transforms."Ned informed.
Get up. You are making yourself look weak. Get up, get up, get up! Her thoughts screamed at her. With quaking hands Faolan pulled herself up from the floor, the dizziness still remained but it was not as strong as it had been; she stumbled backward for a split second but Ned steadied her. She glanced up at Jaime under her lashes and saw that in his eyes was a twinge of concern for her, that arrogant smile was absent from his face and was replaced with a purse line. "Forgive me."She said holding herself tall and strong once more, "As I was saying, Ser Jaime, I am truly and sincerely sorry for my horrible actions. I do pray that you can find it in your heart to forgive me and that we can put this dreadful incident behind us."
"You are forgiven, Lady Faolan."Jaime replied with a nod.
A slight smile formed on Faolan's lips, "Thank you, Ser Jaime"She said softly.
"Good."Tywin retorted. His cold green eyes locked onto Faolan, "If I hear of one more incident like this one or anything even close to it, this marriage arrangement shall be terminated permanently. Is that understood?"He inquired coldly, narrowing his eyes at her.
"I understand, Lord Tywin. It will not happen again."Faolan said. Lord Tywin stared at her a moment and then one by one the Lions were making their leave, to their chambers Faolan assumed, Jaime smiled and nodded to her before turning on his heels and following behind his pride. She was taken a back for a moment, Faolan had given her apologies, Ser Jaime had aroused her anger knowing full well what the outcome would be; she demanded an apology back. "Ser Jaime, wait!"
The Kingslayer paused and slowly turned towards her, "Yes?"He questioned, his lips curling up in an devilish grin.
"Aren't you going to apologize as well?"
His grin widened and he tilted his head to the side, "Apologize for what exactly? I have done nothing wrong."Jaime replied.
Faolan balled her hands into fists as she glared at him, "You provoked me! I begged you to stop but you continued!"She snapped.
"Well, it seems to me that you need to get your temper under control, Lady Faolan."Jaime stated with a smirk.
Her eyes rounded in shock at his words then narrowed once again; she could taste the burning anger on the tip of her tongue as he stood there and mocked her in front of everyone. Faolan's glower deepened as drew her arm back ready to smack that arrogant smirk off of Jaime's face, but before her hand could make contact, a tight grip grasped a hold of her arm jerking it back down to her side.
"That is enough."Ned snapped. His narrowed gray eyes were locked onto his daughter, she could see the irritation that seemed to swirl about in Eddard's eyes; he frowned down at her and then looked over to the Kingslayer. Faolan could feel the hatred that her father carried for Jaime Lannister, it seemed to be wrapped around him.
Faolan looked up at her father shocked, "But father—"
"I said that is enough, Faolan."Ned replied sharply looking back at her with harsh eyes.
Faolan stared at her father stunned, the feeling of hurt blanketed her; she looked over at her mother who appeared disappointed, she scanned the crowd of people in the room sensing all kinds of emotions: hate, fear, pity.
"Better be a good little girl and listen to your father."Jaime smirked.
She glared over at him, balling her hands into fists as she gritted her teeth. Faolan felt Ned tighten the grip he had on her arm. She glanced back at him with narrowed eyes and he gave her a stern look; Faolan pulled her arm out of her father's hold and rushed past him, pushing her way through the throng of people and out of large doors.
The loud thud of the doors echoed off the walls as no one made a sound and awaited what would happen next; Ned had watched his daughter leave, he knew she was hurt, he could see it in her eyes. Catelyn stepped up beside her husband, staring up at him with her hard blue eyes, "Was that necessary, Ned? Faolan already had her pride ripped away from her when she was pleading for forgiveness and she had one of her spells and then you order her to cease as if she some sort of...animal!"She spat.
"Cat, I had to. Did you not hear Lord Tywin? He had just told her 'if he heard about another incident the arranged marriage would be revoked,'"Eddard replied in a hushed tone.
Catelyn crossed her arms and glowered over at Jaime Lannister who just smiled at her, "Maybe that would be for the best."She said grimly before turning on her heels and made her leave.
Ned watched his wife storm off, "My, you must have your hands full with those two. They sure seem to do whatever they want."Jaime stated.
The Wolf glared over at the Lion and took a step towards him, closing the space between them; Jaime met Ned's harsh gaze and smirked as he returned the glare, "Listen here, Kingslayer," Ned hissed, "I know you had something to do with Faolan transforming, she just doesn't change for no reason, if you are to marry my daughter, then you will learn to respect her...or I will deal with you myself."
Jaime's smile widened as he raised an eyebrow, "Is that a threat, Lord Stark?"He inquired.
"No. It is a promise," Ned snapped before exiting the chamber.
The stables were dark and silent as Faolan entered, the smell of hay and the animals was strong and seemed to wash over her like a wave; her body felt weighted down by a mixture of emotions: hurt, guilt, anger and sorrow. Jaime's crude words had brought back memories Faolan did not want to remember; her heart felt heavy as she walked past the horses and stopped at the stable where her black mare, Luna, was lodging. Faolan gently placed a hand on Luna's muzzle, the mare nuzzled closer to Faolan sensing how soulful she was; Faolan picked up the brush that she used to brush Luna's black coat and began to groom her horse, attempting to erase the painful memories and shame.
Robb had seen and felt how distraught his twin sister had become before she had rushed out of the castle. He had left after Faolan had ran off, he could no longer look at Jaime Lannister, even thinking of him now was causing the hatred that he felt towards the Kingslayer to course throughout his veins. Robb knew that the Kingslayer had to have done something terrible to cause Faolan to transform; he made his way past the armory and to the stables where he knew he would find his sister. He reached the stables and wandered inside to find his twin grooming her mare; Robb could see she was still upset by how she carried herself.
Faolan glanced over to see Robb staring at her, she had picked up his scent not long ago and knew he would come and find her; she looked down at the ground as she ceased brushing Luna. "Faolan, are you all right?"Robb asked making his way over to her,
"I'm fine, Robb."She replied bluntly putting the brush back in it's place. Faolan could sense Robb's anger and she did not want the conversation to continue, she wanted to forget everything that had happened.
"What did Jaime Lannister say to you? Whatever it was must have been horrible enough to cause you to transform."
Faolan looked over at her brother taking in his defensive stance, his clenched fists, and narrowed blue eyes; he was enraged at the Kingslayer for his acts towards his sister. "I'd rather not talk about it."She said softly turning her face away from him. Robb could read her like a book and she did not wish for him to turn anymore pages.
Robb grasped her arm causing her to look into his blue eyes which were filled with concern for her, "Did he say anything obscene to you?禰e demanded.
She looked up at him a moment, moved her eyes downcast and then turned away, "Yes,"Faolan answered, "H-He asked if I've...ever been with a man and then he just started saying these crude things, it..it brought back memories I would rather forget."She despised herself for blurting all of this out to her brother knowing that this would cause his hatred for Jaime to grow, but she couldn't stop herself and she knew that if she had not have spoken now, Robb would have gotten the answer out of her eventually.
"It made you think of Gale, didn't it?"Robb inquired.
That name caused a sinister chill to run down Faolan's spine as those horrid memories that she had repressed all came flooding back at once: she could still smell how much wine Gale had consumed, she could feel his wondering and groping hands all over her body, she could feel herself transforming once again and tearing into Gale's body leaving nothing but a mangled corpse and herself covered in his blood—Faolan's head was spinning as that day replayed in her mind, she stumbled backward as the stable spun around her; Robb quickly caught her, "Faolan! Are you all right?"Robb asked concerned, "Damn, I should have never brought up—"
"I'm fine, Robb. Really." Faolan reassured,
Robb watched his twin as she folded her across her chest and bit her lip and gathered from her stance that she wanted the conversation to end; Faolan turned from him and suddenly the smell of sex mixed with jade scented oils and summertime whirled about her; her eyes darted over to a dark corner of the stable, someone was watching them. Robb took a step closer to her and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, "You know I am here if you need someone." He replied tenderly.
She looked up at him and smiled faintly, "I know," Faolan said, "why don't you take Greywind for a walk? I would like some time to myself."
"Alright, I understand."Robb said with a nod.
He turned on his heels and made his way out of the stables; Faolan turned towards the darkened corner, "I know you are there." She replied curtly.
She watched with narrowed eyes as the figure waddled out from the shadows and into the light, her eyes widened as the Imp now stood before her. Tyrion Lannister gazed up at her under a furrowed brow, his green eyes swirled with empathy as he stared at her; he stood about four foot and five inches, the Imp's shaggy hair was a blonde mixed with brown unlike his siblings pure golden locks. Tyrion was donned in a dark brown leather tunic with matching trousers and boots, over top of the tunic he wore a leather doublet which was a worn maroon shade with golden embroidery around the collar. "It is not very polite to eavesdrop, Lord Tyrion." Faolan said grimly.
"Forgive me, my Lady, but I had no intent on eavesdropping. I had arrived shortly after you and once your brother showed up, I thought it would be rude to interrupt your discussion."Tyrion replied.
Faolan's demeanor softened, "I apologize, Lord Tyrion, we must not have seen you."She said realizing what she had said she quickly added, "Lord Tyrion, I meant nothing of your—"
"My height?"He finished for her with a grin, "It's quite alright, my Lady, I know you did not mean it as an insult."Tyrion said, "You and I are a lot alike, Lady Faolan, people constantly whispering about us, we are disappointments to our parents, well the list could go on."He said rather gayly.
She watched as he struggled to perch himself on one of the rungs of the stable gate, Faolan wondered if she should assist him but thought that it would wound his pride, finally Tyrion settled himself upon the rung and smiled over at her. Faolan joined him and sat on the rung above him and stared down at him, "I suppose we are," Faolan said, "so why did you follow me here, Lord Tyrion? I am sure it was not to discuss our similarities."
"You are right, I came here to apologize for my brother's actions."Tyrion replied. Faolan gazed at him stunned, "I was told by a very helpful source that you transform when provoked or experience something traumatic, my brother must have really upset you and I am truly sorry for his terrible behavior."
"Thank you, Lord Tyrion."
"Ah, ah, ah," Tyrion said while wagging a stubby finger in the air, "We are to be family soon, you may just call me, Tyrion."He grinned.
Faolan smiled. The Imp seemed so joyous even though he knew people spoke ill of him and Faolan had heard the rumors about the youngest Lannister: that he was a drunken, lecherous man but she had also heard of how educated and shrewd he was; but she could sense that he was sincere with her, she could see he had a good heart and she felt like she could trust him. "Very well, Tyrion, you may call me Faolan."She said with a smile, "And may I ask who told you about me?"
"My Lady, it is rude to tell where I got my information."
She smirked, "It was a whore, wasn't it?"She inquired, already knowing the answer for the Imp was covered in the stench of cum and ale mixed with the scent of summertime and expensive jade oils.
A crooked grin spread across his stubbled face, "I do not kiss and tell, Faolan."He replied with a wink. "Now, if I may ask, what did my dear brother say to you that caused you such distress? Who is that Gale fellow your brother mentioned?"Tyrion asked, his tone dripping with a mixture of concern and curiosity
Faolan glanced over at him and then lowered her head, her gaze now locked on her trembling hands that now picked at her gown, "I-I would rather not discuss that."She replied in a hushed tone.
Once again her stomach churned at the mention of Gale's name, Tyrion noticed that Faolan had gone pale and placed a comforting hand atop of her quaking ones; she looked up at him seeing the compassion that filled his eyes. "It was rude of me to ask such a thing, please forgive my carelessness."He said.
She shook her head, "It's all right, Tyrion."She said. Abruptly she sensed someone approaching the stables, his scent filled her nostrils, her eyes narrowed and her she gripped her gown tightly as Jaime Lannister entered the stables, raising an eyebrow at the sight of his brother and his betrothed.
"Am I interrupting something?"He asked with a smirk.
Faolan rose from her set, glowering at him, "You!"She spat storming over to Jaime, her right hand forming into a fist and—BAM!—she punched Jaime in the face with all her might, the Kingslayer stumbled backward, moaning with his left hand grasping his cheek.
Jaime was shunned with what just happened, She's got one hell of a punch, He thought as his cheek throbbed. He looked over at Faolan who was still glaring at him, "I-I think you cracked my jaw!"Jaime snapped.
"Good!"Faolan retorted. Her hate filled stare slowly melted away and was replaced with a look of hurt which seemed to stab Jaime with guilt. "Why? Why did you do that? I begged you to stop!"She cried.
Jaime steadied himself and looked down at her, he could see the tears that she released to let fall filling up in her sapphire blue eyes; a ball of guilt was growing in the pit of his stomach. "Do you want me to be honest?"He questioned.
"I would prefer that."
"I—" He began but stopped, he didn't understand why he cared, why he felt horrible for making her feel this way; Jaime glanced up at her under his lashes, her intense blue eyes the shade of sapphires, her porcelain skin, her dark hair, there was something enchanting about this girl that was slowly casting a spell. He shook his head of these thoughts and began again, "—I wanted to see your direwolf form for myself."Jaime admitted.
Faolan stared up at him with pain in her eyes as she searched his green eyes for the truth and she found it; Jaime had provoked her to transform just to see her cursed form. "I see...even though I had told you, you still didn't believe."She said softly.
"What can I say, I am a man who believes in what he sees."Jaime lied. He knew Faolan had spoken true the night before when she had told him, when he had seen her eyes change color right before him, when the feeling of fear had once again been birthed inside of him.
"I could have hurt you or anyone else who was there!"Faolan snapped. "I—I sometimes cannot control what I do in that form."
"But you didn't."Jaime said. He looked down at the ground and then back up at her, "Lady Faolan, I—I am sorry, truly and sincerely sorry. Please...forgive me."He said not believing what he was saying. Before he would not have cared if her feelings were hurt but now for some strange reason, he did care, Faolan Stark was getting under his skin.
Faolan stared at Jaime, she could see in his eyes that he actually seemed to care and was honest about his apology. "Oh my, is my brother smitten with, you Faolan? He never apologizes."Tyrion replied.
"Shut-up. And do you mind? I would prefer to continue my discussion with, Lady Faolan, alone brother."Jaime snapped.
"Very well."Tyrion said, hopping down from his set and waddling past Faolan and Jaime towards the door, "Oh and Faolan if he gives you any more trouble, just give him a good slapping, I think his other cheek needs tending to."He mocked before vanishing outside.
Jaime looked back at Faolan, "I am truly sorry."He repeated.
She stared at the ground a moment and then looked back up at him, "You are forgiven, Ser Jaime."Faolan replied.
Jaime nodded wearing a slight smile, he turned on his heels and attempted to make his leave. "Ser Jaime, please wait."
He turned towards her, "Yes, my lady?"
"I would like to make up for my awful behavior and well, we have both acted horribly towards one another, but I would like for our marriage to work as I have said before..but would you like to go riding with me tomorrow? I can have lunch prepared for us and we could just..spend the day together. I would like to get to know you before we are married, I-I don't want to marry a stranger."Faolan said.
A smile formed on Jaime's face, "That sounds nice. Inform me of the details at dinner tonight and we shall do it."He said.
"I will."Faolan grinned.
Jaime nodded towards her before making his leave, a smile was on his face as he began to wonder what tomorrow held for him on his outing with Faolan Stark.
