THREE DAYS LATER

Jaime laughed when the messenger told him what she had did to his letter. He should be angry and judging by the looks he was given by both his father and the messenger, they were expecting him to get angry.

He wasn't.

"Spitfire, isn't she?" He mused with a wide smile. "The Bold Wolf...that's what they call her. Iron in her blood...untamable."

"Anyone can be tamed," Tywin reminded his son who shook his head.

"Not her. I offer her the world and she scowls back, I offer her gold and she laughs, I offer her my heart and she smiles in amusement...well not my heart, but the idea of it."

"She can be tamed." Tywin insisted. "She will be. The whole country knows that she will do anything for her family and that's her weakness. It can be exploited to perfection by the right person."

"Ah, yes," Jaime drawled out. "The art of manipulation...such an art is easy to perfect in this world especially when you've learned from the best. Thank the Gods I had you, Father."

"Manipulation is the key to taming the wolves."

Jaime shrugged. "Not with her."

"We'll have to find some way to get her back here and force her hand in the marriage. It's crucial that you two marry-"

"Why her?" Jaime asked curiously. "We can find another ally."

"One that you'll agree to, I highly doubt that. Going after Ned Stark was foolish."

"Attacking him was stupid. Lannisters don't act like fools," Tywin reminded him. "Are you going to say something clever? Go on, say something clever."

"Catelyn Stark took my brother," Jaime replied.

Tywin cut the skin of the stag, asking, "Why is he still alive?"

"Tyrion?"

"Ned Stark."

I spared him in hopes that his fiery daughter wouldn't snatch my balls and cock up, Jaime wanted to say, but bit his tongue since his father was not the man to make a joke with. Tyrion would laugh. He always laughed. "One of our men interfered, speared him through the leg before I could finish him."

"Why is he still alive?"

Jaime sighed. "It wouldn't have been clean."

Tywin scoffed, "Clean..you spend too much time worrying about what other people think of you."

"I could care less what anyone thinks of me."

"That's what you want people to think of you. That's what you want the Stark girl to think," Tywin explained to his son. Jaime was surprised at this, but Tywin scoffed at his facial expression. "You really thought that I wouldn't find out about that? You've finally taken an interest in a lady-a highborn of all and you think that I would've turned a blind eye…"

"I don't care what she thinks and she doesn't care what I think," Jaime told him. Tywin raised a single eyebrow, not believing him for another moment. "It's the truth."

"When you hear them whispering 'kingslayer' behind your back, doesn't it bother you?"

Jaime's jaw tightened and then ticked as it usually did whenever that word was spoken. "Of course it bothers me."

Tywin tore away the fur on the stag, not caring that his hands were dirty and bloody. He tore into dead animal coldly and simply as if he were ripping a piece of paper that wasn't to his standing. "A lion doesn't concern himself with the opinions of the sheep. I suppose I should be grateful that your vanity got in the way of your recklessness. I'm giving you half of our not go after the Stark girl."

"I thought you wanted me to marry her," Jaime questioned smugly as if he were proving a point to his father.

"And I still do, but if you go after her with my men then you might fall into a trap. She's the cleverest Stark out of them all I hear...and judging by your interest, the rumors are true."

"Her temper gets in the way of her mind I'm afraid, but it makes for an interesting conversation."

"You will bring them to Catelyn Stark's girlhood home and remind her that Lannisters pay their debts."

Jaime was genuinely confused his father's passion to save Tyrion. He hated Tyrion more than anything."I didn't realize you placed such a high value on my brother's life."

Tywin gave a light chuckle as he tore the leg away. "He's a Lannister. He might be the lowest of the Lannisters, but he's one of us. And every day that he remains a prisoner, the less our name commands respect."

Jaime smirked in victory. "So the lion does concern himself with the opinions of-"

"No, that's not an opinion. It's a fact," Tywin barked at his eldest son, his eyes always looked like they were glaring at him. "If another house can seize one of our own and hold him captive with impunity, we are no longer a house to be feared. Your mother's dead. Before long I'll be dead. And you and your brother and your sister and all of her children. All of us dead, all of us rotting in the ground. It's the family name that lives on. It's all that lives on. Not your personal glory, not your honor, but family. The name will live on through you and your children with the Stark girl. She's more important than anyone will ever know. It must be kept a secret. Do you understand?

"Hmm."

Tywin tore the rest of the skin off of the animal, it was now bloody and bare-naked. Tywin wiped his hands on a cloth. "You're blessed with abilities that few men possess. You're blessed to belong to the most powerful family in the Kingdoms. And you're still blessed with youth. And what have you done with these blessings, huh? You've served as a glorified bodyguard for two kings - one a madman, the other a drunk. The future of our family will be determined in these next few months. We could establish a dynasty that will last a thousand years. Or we could collapse into nothing, as the Targaryens did." Tywin walked towards his son, holding the side of Jaime's face. "I need you to become the man you were always meant to be. Not next year. Not tomorrow. Now."

Once Tywin knew his intentions for his son were made loud and clear to him, he returned back to the naked and bloody animal, cutting into the leg of it. Jaime walked out of the tent, taking out the wolf necklace from underneath his armour. He knew he was a bastard for taking it without her permission, seven hells, he knew that once their paths crossed again that she would tear the thing off of his neck and then kick him in the balls. She tends to favor that particular part of him she told him once when she threatened to take his cock and balls if he didn't shut his mouth.

The smell of honey filled his nose as he lifted the wolf to his lips, kissing it.


Robb Stark pushed the piece of parchment away from him as he looked over the map of Westeros. He didn't want a war, but it was necessary since they started the war by pushing Bran out of the tower and to his likely death.

Now the Lannisters were trying to force Amell, his beloved sister to marry the Kingslayer...Sansa wants to marry the prince still after everything, but she doesn't truly know him. He heard from the mouths of his men that Amella will not be marrying the Kingslayer after what he did to their father.

At least, she's not a fool, Robb thought with reassurance.

He missed his family desperately, it motivated him even more to win. The king was now dead and now his horrible son, Joffrey has taken the throne. They decided to put his father in chains and his sisters prisoners in King's Landing.

They would pay for their actions, Robb vowed inside of his mind, curling his hands into fists.


Amella glared at the Lannister guards who always followed her and "guarded' her. She watched as the maids started to pack her things. Her father couldn't help her as he was the Lannister's prisoner. When the king had given her father the right to rule until Joffrey was of age, Cersei ripped up the paper like the king's words were nothing.

"Where am I going?" Amella asked. They are all traitors. They are my enemies. I'm surrounded by them, I must find Arya and Sansa. "Where are my sisters?"

"Hush now, you impertinent girl," Cersei said as she came into the chambers. "Leave us."

Amella kept her glare on the queen as everyone left. "I always knew that you were an enemy. Are my sisters and father dead yet? It's only a matter of time before you kill them."

"They are still alive. Your father is in the Black Cells, Sansa will still marry Joffrey-it's quite touching how much she cares for him, she's willing to do anything for him, you will marry Jaime which you should be grateful-"

"I WILL NOT MARRY! EVER!" Amella screamed at Cersei. "I may not be able to stop Sansa from marrying your son, but I will not bend so willingly. Where is Arya...you lost her, didn't you? A little girl escape your men…"

Cersei sighed. "The little wolf has escaped. Not even Varys' little birds have seen her."

Amella smiled proudly. "I know that you will never find her. I am the Master of Hiding and I taught her how to blend into the crowds and hide in the shadows."

"We will find her," Cersei said firmly. "In the meantime, I am going to send you to my father's camp to be quickly married to Jaime. Once you marry, you can never run from us."

Amella scoffed. "Is that what you think? I will always be a Stark. We, Northerners, don't give up so easily. I will escape from the lot of you. I will fight with my family and free my father and sisters from you. You see, Cersei, you don't know me very well, I don't like being told what to do or how to act. It only fuels the fire."

Cersei smirked. "Guards! Put chains on Lady Amella and make sure she's chained up tightly to the carriage. She's a wild little thing. Do it quickly, I want her gone before dinner."

Amella struggled against the Lannister guards as they tried to put chains around her ankles and wrists like she was an animal "Where's my wolf?"

Cersei gave her a vicious smile. "Dead. Along with the rest of your household."

Amella froze as she felt a little part of her die inside at the sorrow for her wolf being killed. Amella's body fell limp for a moment until she heard one of them chuckle, "Looks like she can be tamed. Good little bitch."

She took her foot and slammed it onto his feet then twirled to the other one and kicked him in the groin. Lastily, she slammed her fist into the other's throat. They fell away from her in pain as she charged toward Cerseu and began to hit her. Amella grabbed her pin from that golden mane of her's and drew blood as she began to carve a small letter "A" on her chest. Amella felt the wind knock out of her as Cersei cut Amella's lip open by slapping her across the face many time, drawing blood as well across her cheeks.

"You will pay for that, you little wolf bitch!"

"As will you, Lannister whore," Amella promised as the guards pulled Amella off of the queen. "You can't kill me and you know it too! Your precious father needs us wolf bitches!"

"Get her out of my sight," the queen roared to the guards. They dragged Amella away and towards the carriage where they chained her up with every chain that they could find. Amella knew that it was a foolish thing to act out of temper. It was worth the cuts on her face.

But they mercilessly killed her wolf...Amella's soul broke as she began to sob in the carriage, not caring who saw her. She wept for her wolf who protected her above everything else and she swore that she would make the queen pay-she would make everyone pay.

One day.

Soon.

TBC…


THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEWS, FOLLOWS, AND FAVORITES! WOW OVER A 100 FAVORITES! GAH!

I am so sorry that I have been lagging on all of my GOT stories, but I am always in a poop with every story because I want it to be good for you guys so you guys keep coming back for more. I mean this was not how I planned for this chapter to go honestly. It wasn't going to be an Amella one, but just that everyone was finding out that Amella was single again and was ready to fight the Lannisters.

Please don't hate me for killing her wolf, but I felt that it was necessary for her character. She's gonna be more bolder, more of a fighter, stronger than ever as she has to face the Lannisters head on now and defeat the enemy within. Her losing her wolf broke her soul a lot to the point where she actually lost her mind and started to beat the queen. Believe me, Cersei would have her head if she could, but Tywin has made it clear to everyone that she is not to be harmed since Jaime is interested in her only which has never happened.

Now Jaime I wouldn't say is in love with Amella, neither of them are in love. Yes, there is a certain attraction that they feel for the other. Physical attraction I would say. Jaime is starting to realize how different Amella is and that he finds comfort in that. He likes pushing her off that edge she's hanging on.

Amella is clueless and she doesn't see herself with Jaime at all, he's the bad guy and will always be. He hurt her family and that is something she can never forgive. Yet probably. She doesn't know all of him, but the assumptions that she's made when he speaks and acts in front of her. She judged a book by his cover, but Jaime seems to think he's got her all figured out, but he doesn't. Amella feels, but doesn't choose to show it because like she said, she's seen where love has gotten people most of the time and that is a horrible pain that she doesn't want to feel.

You all know what's gonna happen next in the upcoming seasons and especially the incest secret will come out and she will...I'm just gonna let that thought hang onto you guys for now. I hoped you liked this chapter.


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