"I-I'm sorry." Jaime stuttered taking a few steps back. He couldn't believe that he just done that. Not that he wasn't glad about the kiss he just shared with a woman that he admired in many grounds, but he should have known that she would push him away, after all, the last time he had kissed her was only to annoy and shut her up, she must be thinking that I'm teasing her again, it happened the same way. But he wasn't teasing her he did not just want to shut her up, and he was not feeling the same than before about her, he liked her now. As he continued to think about what he had just done, he realised that he should not have backed away. The proud Jaime Lannister did not apologise for kissing a damsel, even if he cared about her and her feelings -yes, now, he stopped refusing to mentally acknowledge his feelings for her. He decided then, that he would be as confident and powerful as he was known to be.

He walked toward her and trapped her again as she cowered herself against the wall, giving her no chance to escape. He bent down to place his forehead against hers and whispered with a smirk "Actually, I'm not. I liked kissing you and I know that you did too."

She stiffened at his words and at the feeling of his warm breath on her skin. Her eyes met his as she blushed again. She always blushed so fast, even if her skin was sun kissed, and it was very embarrassing. Ava hoped that she could be brave enough to hold his intense gaze, but she wasn't. She quickly looked down at her feet as he continued his speech. "I was thinking about kissing you for a long time. I mean, really kissing you, but I waited for the good moment." He lifted her chin with to fingers and forced her to look at him. "Such a little blushing beauty... It's hard to believe that you never have been kissed before, but your shyness seems to be a good explanation to that. Don't be shy and tell me, did you like this kiss?"

Looking at him with timidity, fear, hope and shame at the same time, she barely succeeded to admit that she liked it by a shy and small nod of her head.

He smiled at that 'confession'. Of course, he didn't doubt that she liked it, who wouldn't enjoy being kissed by such a man, had once a bartender told him when he asked her why she wanted him to kiss her so much, and since then, his confidence towards women grew unconditionally. He knew how to charm them, and he used it when necessary, as a new weapon, but he wanted Ava to tell him. He wanted her to like him, to care for him as much as he did for her, he even wanted her to love him... But the main reason of those requests, was that he wanted to feel this power again. He had lost his swordhand, his position as a member of the King's guard for his lover, he had lost her as well. And know, he couldn't simply accept to have his feelings rejected by this 20 year old girl, he couldn't loose his reputation of the handsomest and most desired man in the Seven Kingdoms.

His arms wrapped themselves around the Healer's waist before he kissed her again, this time, it had been a simple and chaste kiss and he noticed that Ava did not seem to pull away. It quickly ended and Jaime walked away, to the door, before getting out of the cell.

"I will come to see you soon." he added before leaving with a wink.

When he left the dark and shabby cell, all she could think about was that kiss and the sensations they aroused in her mind and body. Leaning back to the wall, she let herself fall and she sat there, her fingertips on her lips and neck. He kissed me, she thought, Ser Jaime Lannister kissed me! But not like the other time, now that was different... Better... That means that he is attracted to me, he likes me. She was full of hope, hapiness, but also confusion, fright and she feared... love ? No, it was too soon. That probably meant nothing to him... After all, he had not told her that he liked kissing her. He just wanted to shut her up, like the first time.

He walked to his room with this old and beloved feeling of strenght and power. He held his head high while walking, but he secretly wanted to scream his joy to the whole castle. Once he got in the room, he caught three maids and asked them to run him a bath before relaxing and cleaning himself in it. Power, he thought, I love it. And he fell asleep in the warm and soothing water, a small smile on his lips and a smug look on his face.

When Jaime woke up an hour later, he directly went out of the tub, and dried himself with a warm and soft towel before choosing his clothes from his large and full wardrobe. He practically was amazed by the sight of the beautiful, expensive and clean clothes before him, he decided to wear his Lannister red cloak, to make an impressive appearance, above a magnificent beige garment. He proudly walked out of his room and went to meet his father again to get some answers about Ava's future and his own. He stood in front of his father's room ready to knock before the door burst open revealing an impredictible sight: Cersei, crying. No, he wasn't simple minded enough to think that she had cried from hurt or pain, Cersei never cried (once she did, but it was because of the loss of her son and since then, her face became expressionless), he knew that the few insignificant tears on her cheeks were probably shed out of anger, or with the intent to manipulate his Lord father to get what she wanted. As always, he thought, the only things she is good at are devilish, and selfish.

"Jaime," she muttered before closing the door behind her and wiping the tears away "I missed you." When Jaime heard that, he let out a dark and sarcastic chuckle, which made her frown. She raised her hand to cup his cheek, but he stepped back. Noting that his brother was avoiding her touch and looked irritated by her presence, the Queen backed away as well with a sigh of frustration. "Father told me that you aren't a member of the King's Guard now. You abandoned me. You abandoned my son. Your son."

Until now, the way that the knight was staring at his sister was everything but loving, but when she dared talking to him like that, his glare became so intense that she almost flinched.

"You should have thought about this before you fucked another."

She chuckled lightly and said "I pity you Jaime. You have always been a sentimental fool. Never able to think with your brain, but with your heart. Pity. Let me tell you something, love is a poison. A sweet one, yes, but it will kill you all the same." She began to walk away before adding "Oh, and that whore that you brought here, father has nice plans for her."

It must have been half an hour that Jaime left Ava in the gloomy cell, she still was thinking about the sweet kiss that he gave her, smiling happily, but she, nonetheless, was scared that he did not feel the same. She thought about the strange feeling in her belly, it felt like... butterflies. She had not felt so happy in years and all of this was thanks to Jaime.

She was interupted in her thoughts when the dungeon's guard approached her cell, pulled the keys out, opened the door and asked her to step out of the cell. When she did, he walked beside her in silence and led her in front of a bathroom door in the castle. He waited for two maids to come and lead her into the room, anouncing her that she was to meet Lord Tywin two hours later. The tub was already full of hot water when she stepped inside, she liked the way the water soothed her. The maids began to wash her body and hair and she felt herself closing her eyes with serenity. When they were over she thanked them nicely and they brought her underwears and a magnificient crimson gown with three quarters sleeves and nice golden shapes on the corset –a gift from Lord Tywin- the Lannister's colours, she thought bitterly, does he really need to show that everything belongs to him? Unfortunatly, when the two girls dressed her, she noticed that the gown also showed a generous amount of cleavage, which she was not confortable with at all. But she did not think that it was possible, or even conceivable to refuse him something... But when the maids finished to dry her hair and wanted to braid them over her head she refused.

"I'm not confortable with all the skin that this dress is showing, I think I will let my hair loose to cover myself as much as I can." Her hair was long enough for it. The two women nodded and parted her hair in the middle at first before starting to make two braids on top of her head to clear her forehead from the little hair, but letting the ends hang loose over her cleavage. Ava looked at herself in a mirror and let a sigh of surprise. She looked like her mother so much. Her honey coloured skin and her red lips were shining thanks to the dress's colour and having her hair back only pointed her big brown eyes out. She was nice, she had never felt more beautiful than now. But all she could think of was: How will Jaime react when he sees me ?

"You are beautiful my Lady, let's go to Lord Tywin's room now, this must be important." The smallest maid said.

The maids led her in front of the door and she heard two voices, she knocked hesitantly before hearing someone allow her to enter the room. She nodded at the women after thanking them for everything and entered in the room.

She closed the door behind her and looked at the two men in front of her, there was a broad-shouldered man in his fifties who -as they told her- was Lord Tywin Lannister sitting in front of his desk, and beside him Jaime, who was standing and looked agape when she came in.

"Good afternoon, my Lord," she greeted the old man.

"Hello, my Lady," he answered, still sitting.

"Hello, Ser," she said with a small and shy smile.

"Hello, my Lady" Jaime said as he approached her, took her hand in his and kissed her knuckles softly. "You look stunning, lady Ava!" She smiled widely, letting her deep dimple appear, and blushed. He could have sworn that he never saw someone beautifuler than her in his whole life. Their eyes locked for a minute, and it was as if nothing else mattered in the world, it was him, Jaime, and her, Ava. Until Tywin cleared his throat.

Jaime dropped her hand and composed himself, his eyes still on the beautiful lady in front of her. She was looking at her feet in shyness, but he could see that she occasionally stole a few glances from him.

"Ava Kheiner, the remaining Kheiner," Tywin began "As I freed you from Harrenhal, I expect something in exchange from you. I would like you to marry my nephew, Lancel Lannister."

"W-what ?" Ava asked surprised by his impatience and frankness.

"I want you to marry my nephew."

"But, but I don't want to, my Lord. It is not what I want, and this is not what I am going to do." She said, trying to look calm and hide her fear.

Tywin chuckled, -yes, Lord Tywin Lannister actually chuckled!- "You don't have the choice," he simply said "you owe me, do you remember ?"

Jaime watched her, she looked scared even if she tried to look strong and she began to hyperventilate. She took a few steps back discretly while Tywin continued to write on his parchment and before they knew it, she opened the door abruptly and ran outside.

"Bring her back Jaime," Tywin ordered with a sigh.

Jaime hesitated, but ran outside the room after a few seconds to catch her.

hi guys, thank you very much for the reviews, favs and follows and sorry for the delay... I was quite shaken by the last episode... Sorry but lately i got angry a lot at the show because it didn't follow the real story line but this sansa/ramsey scene made my crazy, i even think that i'll stop watching the show. arrrh it makes me so upset... Sorry again, see you soon