Anya and Jaime stared at each other; Jaime was shocked while Anya was impassive.

"How do you know?"

Anya stood up, grabbing a robe, and wrapping it around her body. She walked over to the small table in the corner and poured herself a glass of wine. As she took a gulp of it, she raised an elegant eyebrow at him.

"Do you remember when you saved me from the falling of my horse?" Anya asked.

Jaime nodded, a small smirk appearing on his face. "Of course. It was the second time that we met each other. I remember those days with you well in fact."

"I as well, Jaime. Your sister came to visit as well, did she not?" She inquired, but they both knew the answer to the question well.

NINETEEN YEARS AGO ~Casterly Rock~

Anya shot up in her "bedroom" at Casterly Rock, the place that was supposed to be home. A handmaiden scurried to her side, inquiring, "M'lady, are you well?"

"What happened?"

"You lost control of your horse and it ran into the castle, leaving messes left and right. That is until Ser Jaime saved you from that maddening thing," she explained to her with dreamy eyes when she mentioned Ser Jaime.

Anya rolled her eyes and whipped the covers off of her, quickly getting up, and changing into normal clothes even when the handmaidens tried to stop her. Anya practically ran out of the room, going to the garden. She leaned against the stone wall, breathing heavily for a moment.

Suddenly something in the corner of her eye, she jumped away from Ser Jaime, glaring at him.

"What are you doing here?" She snapped at him.

"Although I don't need an excuse to be here, I am here for my family. Anya."

"NO," she shot at him. "You don't get to call me that. Only people I like and my family get to call me that. It's Anastasia to you."

Ser Jaime was still smirking as he replied, "I don't give a fuck. I'll call you whatever I like, Princess."

"I am not a princess," she growled.

"I am not a princess," Ser Jaime mimicked, his smirk growing wider.

Anya huffed in anger and turned to walk away from him before she would do something that she would surely regret later.

Ser Jaime quickly stood in front of her, blocking her from leaving him. "I am sorry for teasing and everything else. I can see though that you still hate me so let me make it up to you, Anastasia."

"How," she asked curiously. "Believe me when I say that there is nothing that you could do to-"

She stopped talking when he presented a winter rose in front of her from behind his back. It was in full bloom and beautiful.

"These are so rare...they only bloom once a season so how did you obtain it?"

"I saw it and somehow thought of you, Anastasia Baratheon. Beautiful yet stubborn since it decides by itself when and where to bloom." Ser Jaime told her, then he bowed and handed her the rose. "Perhaps someday I may just present you with a crown of winter roses, Anastasia."

"Anya," she sighed softly. "You may now call me Anya."

"Then you must call me Jaime, and none of that Ser Jaime shit."

Anya laughed and nodded. "Yes, Jaime."

PRESENT ~King's Landing~

"You and I became friends after that...almost more than friends according to Tyrion. He told me about your feelings for me and I've never really liked men then, but you so imagine my joy when I found out that you felt as I did. So I found a winter rose-planning on giving it to you, went to your room, and saw you fucking Cersei," Anya retold her memories to him. "I hate winter roses now because of you. They reminded not of beauty, but the mistake I almost made of falling in love with you. I have to thank you though since you opened my eyes to the world...to you. You and your sister make fools out of my family with your affair and your offsprings so that is why I truly hate you."

"Why didn't you tell your brother then?! Have our heads on spikes?!"

"Because I know that this will benefit me somehow in the future and trust me, Jaime, I am a patient woman. Besides I know your father will cover up my death with some shit this causing my brother to not believe him and to declare war with your family until he finds the truth then he will behead anyone who knew or was suspected of knowing. Lives will be lost and I love Myrcella and Tommen...they are truly too innocent to die. I hate wars, Jaime; this is the reason that stops me every time that I've contemplated with the ideas of telling him everything."

"How I feel about my sister does not change my feelings towards you," he tried to convince her.

She scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "You just think you love me because I am the one woman you can't have, but there are other woman out there who think exactly like me. We'll be best friends once we meet."

Jaime wrapped his hands around her upper arms and crashed his lips onto hers. Her hands tiny fists beat his broad chest as his lips attacked her own. She moaned against his lips, much to her reluctance, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Their tongues danced with each other, both getting caught up in the moment.

Anya violently pushed him away from her, her eyes filled with hatred while her lips were ruby red. She slapped him across the face, warning, "Don't you ever touch me again, Jaime Lannister."

"All I seem to want to do these days is to touch you," Jaime admitted, his cheek reddening. "To kiss your lips; make you smile and laugh, and to be inside of you as one."

"You can't have me," she reminded him. "You never could, my lion."

Jaime chuckled in amusement. "I could've had you, but I screwed up my chances, didn't I? Especially when I broke your heart."

"You didn't break my heart. You opened my eyes to disappointed hopes…there is a difference. You didn't make me into a foolish girl if anything; you made me have a colder heart," she snapped at him.

Jaime turned and strode out of the room, his headache growing fiercely as he fingered a petal of a winter rose in his hand.

Whatever will be, will be, he thought as he let the petal fall from his hands. The thing I love most about her is the thing she hates most of all…perhaps it is time to give it all up.

TBC…

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