A bright light hit Amella's eyes as she pried her own eyes open. She screamed as she found Jaime's face in front of her...WATCHING HER SLEEP!
She fell off the bed and onto the ground, groaning loudly, "Why, Lannister?!"
"Because you actually look innocent when you sleep which was very surprising for me since I know for a fact that you are a little demon inside."
Amella jumped up to her feet and grabbed a candlestick as she jumped onto the bed where Jaime laid with his hands behind his head, smirking widely. "YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
Jaime quickly rolls away as she threw down the candlestick onto him, but missed. As Amella ruthlessly chased him around their tent, yelling and screaming, everyone outside stopped what they were doing as they heard the fight going on in there.
"YOU PERVERT!" They heard her scream. "WHAT ELSE DID YOU DO WHILE I WAS ASLEEP, HUH?!"
Robert laughed and held Ned back once he planned to stomp in there and stop his daughter from killing her husband-to-be. "Don't, Ned. Kingslayer's got it coming to him. My Gods, she'll tear him apart."
Ned sighed heavily and stood by his friend's side. "She'll get hurt if she keeps on running her mouth like that."
"The Kingslayer won't lay on a hand on her," Robert told him with a serious expression "I'll make sure of it, Ned. I'll execute him if he does."
Ned chuckled. "I don't doubt it, but you would have to beat her brothers and Arya to it first."
Ned rubs his face, the wrinkles stretching almost on his skin. Robert laughed as they heard her shout, "UGH! GET OUT OF HERE, YOU LITTLE WEIRDO! I bet you're a melon fucker!"
"Ned, what's a melon fucker?" Robert asked, barely keeping his laughter in.
"Gods be good if I know what it is."
They watched as Jaime stepped out of the tent with no shirt on and Amella throwing a shirt at his head.
"Go sleep somewhere else, you perv."
Robert laughed. "She's the perfect wife for you, Kingslayer because she'll keep you in line."
I'll tame her, Jaime thought with anger. I'll make her beg for me once I'm done.
Amella huffed as she followed the guards to Cersei's tent. She hated being summoned like she was some child. So maybe she was ten and eight namedays old, but still she shouldn't be treated like a wild animal.
The queen smiled when Amella stepped inside, curtsying in front of her gracefully.
"Such a graceful entrance for a young girl," Cersei noted.
"My septa forced me to curtsy for seven hours straight, one hour for each of the seven."
"Did you anger her?"
"I may have made a comment. I asked if I am to curtsy for a hundred thousand hours since there are many gods out there," Amella explained with a smile. "So yes, I did anger her."
"Sansa is excited to be marrying Joffrey, but you...you don't want to marry my brother."
"Have you met your brother, my queen," Amella boldly said to her.
"Careful, he is still my brother," Cersei warned. "I would watch your tongue if I were you unless you want to become like Ser Ilyn Payne and get your tongue cut off."
"You can't do it because of your husband, my queen. You can't hurt me, I mean too much," Amella reminded her.
Cersei chuckled. "I think that you will de well in The Capital."
"I seem to get the game already actually."
"You should be grateful to have such a match to my brother. Most girls would kill to be in your place."
"Well, I'm not like most girls, my queen," Amella told her. "I'm not Sansa. I don't care what people think of me, I don't care for riches, and I don't care that I'm marrying Jaime Lannister, possibly becoming the wife of the most powerful lord in Westeros. I don't trust any of you and I doubt that you care for any of us including Sansa."
"How dare you speak to me that way-"
"I don't care for Jaime nor will I ever love him because of his disgusting personality," Amella interrupted her. Oh, I should stop already. "I know he will cheat on me since my own father who was more honorable than your own brothers was unfaithful to my mother. So I've come to expect that men will always disappoint me and to never expect anything from anyone especially your brother."
Amella watched as Cersei twitched causing her to raise an eyebrow at that.
"You realized that you just twitched right now?" Amella asked, smiling. "Do I irritate you that much, eh? That's really unhealthy, you know?"
Suddenly Jaime breezed into the tent, swiping his hand over Amella's mouth since he saw that his sister was fuming with rage. "Sorry, my lovely sister, she's still sick I think actually."
Amella glared at Jaime as they walked backwards from Cersei who had her hands curled into fists, watching Amella the entire time as if she were prey to her. Jaime dragged Amella quickly away from the tent when they were outside, tugging on her arm as if she were some rag doll. She felt like her arm was right about to be pulled off by Jaime since his grip was hard and he was rough with her. He practically throws her inside of their tent causing her to fall into the table.
Yeah, he's the best catch in the world, Amella thought bitterly. I need to escape this arrangement. Quickly.
Amella slowly gets back to her feet, facing Jaime. "What? Are you going to hit me now? I wonder what excuse I'll make to tell everyone how I got the black eye."
Jaime scoffed and then got dangerously close to her. "Don't be stupid!"
"I am-"
"I wasn't finished talking," he shouted in her face. "Do not threaten my sister ever again or you will regret it, Amella. I won't hesitate...it's a funny thing when you slice someone open. They're just packs of meat held together by bones and blood. It's like butter when you slice their skin open I mean."
Amella flinched as his fingers touched her touch, the gold of his Lannister ring shining in her eyes.
"It doesn't take long for the blood to come out when I think about it," Jaime continued, smirking at her frightened expression. He held her chin tightly between his fingers. "Don't disobey me and you'll live to see another day."
Amella blinked away a tear before pushing him away as she tried to run away from him. Jaime easily caught her around the waist, the scent of honey hitting his nostrils quickly. His nose was in her hair as he nuzzled into it. He smiled down at her when she looked longingly towards the opening of the tent which lead into the woods.
"We are almost to King's Landing, you know?" He told her to which she didn't respond to him. "We will be married then sent to spend the rest of our days at Casterly Rock."
"Not if I can help it," she whispered to him, a small smile on her face. "Like I told your sister, I will die before I marry you."
"Pity. You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen."
"I don't care...j-just let me go."
"And if I don't? What then, my lady? What can you do?"
"Cut your throat while you're sleeping, my lord."
Jaime chuckled and suddenly carried her to their bed, his body squeezing hers as he laid on top of her. She felt like he was suffocating her on purpose. Jaime pushed the hair out of her face delicately as his other hand slid down the front of her gown, lifting her skirts inch by inch. She jumped when she felt his warm hand slide across her thigh.
"You feel nice, Ella."
"You won't hurt me," she whispered quietly.
Jaime tilt his head to the side a little. "What makes you think I won't?"
"You could, no doubt and perhaps no one will blink an eye, but you won't because you don't want to, Ser Jaime. I don't think you like raping a girl who doesn't want you. What would be the fun in that, Jaime? Wouldn't you rather a woman withering beneath you, begging you to take her?"
"Well, I couldn't fuck her because you would be all dried up down there," Jaime said boldly to her, not concerning how vulgar he must've sounded to her.
Amella smirked up at him which surprised Jaime since most women would scowl at him like his sister always did. She touched his cheek before patting it. "Funny man you are, Ser Jaime or should I say Lord Jaime since you won't be apart of the Kingsguard anymore?"
"You don't seem appalled by my vulgarity, my lady."
She shook her head. "I like your vulgarity."
Jaime smirked down at her, his thumb rubbed against the outline of her cheekbones. "I like it when you curse, Ella."
Amella kissed Jaime back as he leaned down to her kiss her plump pink lips. The kiss was passionate yet rough as their tongues moved together like a dance of dominance. Amella wrapped her arms around Jaime's neck. She moaned softly into his mouth as his hands gripped her thighs pulling them apart.
"Ser Jaime-"
Her father stopped as he saw them together on the bed before Amella quickly pushed him off of her, sitting up on the bed. Jaime smirked at Amella, chuckling at her shameful expression before addressing her father who looked extremely uncomfortable. "Lord Stark."
"Ser Jaime."
"Father," Amella started as she got off the bed.
"You should really announce yourself when you enter our tent," Jaime scolded lightly, still smirking.
"What do you expect?" Her father inquired. "Especially when my men come to inform me that they saw you dragging my daughter to the tent, shouting was followed as well and you threatened to hurt her so yes I will not announce myself when my daughter is in danger."
"As you can see, she is unharmed," Jaime reminded him, walking to Amella before kissing her temple. "I would never hurt her."
Amella rolled her eyes at them. "Enough. Father, you and I both know that he won't lay a finger on me and if he does, he knows I'll hurt him ten times worse."
Her father eyed the pair curiously. "Pack up your things, Ella. We will approach The Capital soon enough within a couple of hours."
They nodded and once her father strode out of the tent, Jaime and Amella started to laugh.
"Well, that was completely horrifying," Amella chuckled as Jaime nodded and pulled her to his chest.
"Do you still hate me?"
"Of course. Where would be the fun in actually liking you?"
Amella was immediately taken to her chambers for only a couple of months until she was to be married off to Jaime then she would sleep in his chambers. She thought that The Capital was such a beautiful thing to look at until she saw a boy being beaten by his master, married lords chasing around a whore that wasn't their wife...then she hated The Capital. The smell was ghastly disgusting to her, but when she looked at everyone else, they looked accustomed to it like this was all a natural thing. Soon she would have to get used to this life, then move on to like at Casterly Rock where she knew that they would send her off to once she was married to Jaime. When she and Jaime passed in through the gates of The Capital, everyone stared at her.
Amella thought that it might have to do with the fact of how she was dressed. It became hotter so she was forced to change into a Southerner type of gown. She wore a flowing golden gown with no sleeves and left her waist bare. The skirts of her dress were thin and there weren't that many of them though it was long enough to trail behind her when she stepped onto the ground. It fitted around her curves from the waist down. Amella growled at the grown or if it even was gown when Jaime presented it to her. Anyone could see her cleavage since the top left very little to imagination as it wrapped around her breasts, she was given a long golden sheer wrap for her shoulder luckily.
Jaime had presented with a golden earrings and necklace filled with many rubies across the necklace that felt like a collar around her neck. Jaime had noted that she looked like a queen to which she punched his arms, glaring at him.
Jaime held her hand when she dismounted her horse, lifting her in the air. Her brown hair was twirled and tied, showing her long neck as her gown flowed in the sun.
"My, my, you are Lord Stark's eldest daughter," a man named Lord Baelish questioned.
"I am."
"Now she is to be my wife so stay away and keep your words to yourself," Jaime warned them, pulling her close.
Amella had wondered why he was being so protective when they obviously didn't care for one another.
"Hello, my lady, welcome to The Capital," another man named Varys greeted her, bowing to them. "You are truly as beautiful as my little birds say you are. A wolf draped in lion's clothes."
"You too, eunuch," Jaime growled protectively.
When they were away from prying eyes and ears, Amella inquired curiously, "Why were you acting like that back there?"
"Because you are valuable."
"Liar."
Jaime gave her a smirk before he gently kissed her forehead, leaving her to make his way to the Throne Room.
"Where are you going now?"
"I still have a duty to the King, you know?"
She rolled her eyes at the mixture of people behind her, always following her when she was trying to go explore the castle grounds. She whirled around, glaring at them.
"What the hell do you all think you're doing? Why are you following me?"
None of them responded to her except by giving her a piece of parchment which had the Lannister sigil on it. She ripped opened the seal and growled at the contents of it.
Amella scoffed, striding quickly towards King Robert's chambers where she knew Jaime would be standing guard as always. When she found that he wasn't there, she threw open the doors, telling the people behind her, "Stay here until I command otherwise."
King Robert, Jaime, and Ser Barristan all watched as she breezed into the room towards Jaime. Amella curtsied to Robert before saying, "I'm sorry, Your Grace, may I borrow Ser Jaime. I need to kill him today."
Robert laughed as she glared at him. "What did he do now?"
Amella threw the note onto the table in front of Robert, barely keeping in her rage. "Tywin Lannister had an entire army here to follow me around wherever I go. Everywhere I look, I see Lannister guards and handmaidens. I have twenty people following me, Your Grace."
"Lord Tywin wants to make sure that you don't run again since you've ran away three times before," Robert reminded her.
She opened the door, and said, "Come inside all of you."
The twenty guards and handmaidens came piling into the room. She heard Robert curse at the sight of them. Amella huffed angrily. "I understand six of them following me around, but ten guards and ten handmaidens. What am I to do with ten handmaidens? What? I shit and one whips my ass while the others brush my hair and clean my feet. Ten guards? I can have them like a wall all around me."
"Well, I can't send them back now, can I?" Jaime told her. "My father wants you safe...after all you will be the Lady of Casterly Rock. Lady Lannister."
"Do you think I give a shit about my titles? I don't want them. Besides I already have guards and handmaidens from The North already, I do not need anymore. Get rid of them. I don't care how you do it, just get it done. Now."
Amella stormed out of the room, twenty people following her. Once she slammed the door behind her, Robert laughed again.
"Have fun, Kingslayer. If she's anything like Lyanna, she'll ruin you yet rule your entire world." Robert advised him which made Jaime feel uncomfortable. "So what do you plan to do to make her happy?"
"You know what they say about wives, Ser Jaime?" Ser Barristan said. "Happy wife, happy life."
Jaime smiled and sighed heavily. "I plan to do nothing."
"Nothing?" Robert repeated in a deathly calm voice. "And why not, Kingslayer?"
Jaime shrugged. "I'm curious to see what would happen."
TBC…
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