CHAPTER 11
Jaime walks her in her room and bid her goodnight and put a kiss on her both cheek, she only smile to him and bow her head and walk inside. But when he walks away from the stark quarter he hear his brother voice
"If may say big brother your becoming gentle and sweet, but it suit you perfect" he chuckle it was fun to see Jaime act romantic with other woman than Cersei
"How long do you sit there"
"Ohh dear brother I was in way to the library when I saw you and decide to stay and watch, so tell did she catch you heart already may say it soon than I except and it fascinating" he told him, Jaime only smile at whatever Tyrion say to him
"I'm pleased you think so... but I was only escorting her. After what happen today I think it was not wise for her to walk alone"
"As you wish, so it true she knocks ser Emmon down." He took another step close to his brother
"Yeah she stubborn just likes her father" he told him thinking of the previous event
"They say she has same spirit as her aunt Lyanna" he said, and they both had a good long laugh, think of the girl who cause the end of targeryn
"Let's hope she doesn't share the same fate as her aunt, so I won't have to stab another king on the back for her seek" Jaime give him a sly smile
"They call it being in love brother I guess it something you are not familiar with'' tyrion laugh and walk away from his brother
Gwen was in her room when the someone knock on her door she get up and open it only to see her father stand there he was not angry but sad
"May I come in?"
"Yes please "she feel so shame of herself she could not even rise her head to look into his face, she want to explain but she did not know where to start so she only remain silence , Ned took a sit on the edge of her bed and gesture her to come and sit with him
"How is your wound" he ask her move his hand to the small bandage across her face
"Am fine"
"what was your thinking Gwen, how can you act so stupid and reckless your mother and I rise you better than that" even though he was scold her but his voice was very small and calm, ned did not know how he can be so gentle when it come for her may be cause she remind him so much of his sister
"Am so sorry father, it won't happen again I promise" she could not hold tears to fall from her eyes Ned wipe them off and wrap her into his hand
It was morning they were break they fast with the some member of royal family and Twyin lannister the lord of casterly rock was also there but the king and her father were not there cause they were have some meeting with the small councilor, Gwen wear her simple light blue gown match perfect with her eyes and style her hair in northern style she was not used to expensive thing unlike her twin, she was complete southern woman now even Gwen can see it she wish she can escape,
"How is wound" the queen snap her to reality it
"it heal in my queen" she can help notice Twyin and Jaime were looking at her, Jaime new she was in wrong place there but he can't help but enjoy see her try to act as proper lady
"for now on you have to act like a lady that include wearing, I cannot have future lady of casterly rock wear like a commoner" Twyin told her , she bit her bottom lip to stop herself from talking back she wish she could tell him she was not marry yet to his son and he doesn't not have say in what she do with her life but she only remain quite
"I will have royal tailor made some for her father'' Cersei told her father
"Make it fast I don't want people say I can't provide for my daughter in law'' he rise up and look where Jaime was sit "Jaime come walks with me" ,Jaime rise up and follow his father
"Can I be excuse" she ask
''ok'' the queen nod and Gwen rise up "I don't think it proper to let a Lady walk alone" Tyrion say and look at her
"It okay my lord i…" someone else interfere "I can escort her'' Joffrey said and rise up everyone was surprise but before he can do anything Jaime walks in
"I will do it Prince Joffrey am sure lady Sansa require you presence'' he took Gwen into his hand and walk away with her
"Thank you ser Jaime" Jaime smile at her before he answer her
"Am no long a ser Gwen, you can call me Jaime we are to be wed soon''
"If that what you wish Jaime" she finally said it, he was happy to hear her call him by his
Gwen was in her room with her sister ,Arya was busy play with Sam and Sansa was busy telling her a story of her prince charming Joffery Gwen only smile, nod and listen to whatever she say, she knew her sister was falling in love with Joffrey she can't help but worry for her she knew Joffrey more than Sansa but she decide to stay quite about it they hear soft knock on the door
"I get it" Arya say and move to open the door some old woman enter in the room
"the queen sent me here, so I can measure lady Gwen for her new gowns''
"A new gown?" Sansa said, as wary as she was astonished.
"More lovely than any she have worn, my lady," the old woman promised. She measured Gwen's hips with a length of knotted string. "All silk and Myrish lace, with satin linings. You will be very beautiful. The queen herself has commanded it .Gwen only remain silence listen to the old woman brag about the queen
"She has honored me with her custom for many a year." The old woman laid her string along the inside of Gwen's leg. "Her Grace said to me that you will wed ser Jaime soon, and you should not dress like a little girl. Hold out your arm."
Gwen lifted her arm. She needed a new gown, that was true. She didn't come with many from winterfell
"Your bosom will be as lovely as the queen's," the old woman said as she looped her string around Gwen's chest. "You should not hide it so."
The comment made her blush.
"What color will it be?" she asked the seamstress.
"Leave the colors to me, my lady. You will be pleased, I know you will .You shall have smallclothes and hose as well, kirtles and mantles and cloaks, and all else befitting a... a lovely young lady of noble birth."
"Will they be ready in time for my wedding?"
"Oh, sooner, much sooner, Her Grace insists. I have six seamstresses and twelve apprentice girls, and we have set all our other work aside for this. Many ladies will be cross with us, but it was the queen's command."
"Thank Her Grace kindly for her thoughtfulness," Gwen said politely. "She is too good to me."
"Her Grace is most generous," the seamstress agreed, as she gathered up her things and took her leave.
"Am not yet a lannister but she can't wait to turn me to one already'' Gwen wonder when old woman left
"Oh don't worry Gwen,she also give me new pair of gown too when we come to king's lading''
"You are going to be her daughter by law not me" she told her twin and throw herself to her bed looking on the roof
"You should be happy sister''
"It make me sick on stomach think soon I will be a lannister''
Ned was walking on the hall when he hear his daughter call him "father'' he turn and see Gwen wear her tunic and breech like usually a simple smile form on his lips he remember what Arya told him about Twyin and Cersei lannister forbid her to wear tunic and breech
"I hear the future lady lannister doesn't allow to wear tunic and breech" he smile at her and she smile back
"Well am not yet a lady lannister'' she move close to him and kiss his cheek "are you going somewhere father" she ask
"Yes'' his father agrees
''can I come'' Gwen ask him she was happy to be on her father presence
"okay but it outside the castle am going to visit someone'' Ned told her with just the hint of a walk together with Sam behind them when they reach outside Gwen saw ser Arthur with other knight talking
"MY lord I have already saddle your horse, Is there any other service I might perform?" stable boy ask
"can you saddle another horse for my daughter she is coming with me"
"yes, my lord." Stable boy grinned. "i will be glad to help."
Ser Arthur and other ser were rode with them Lord Eddard passed beneath the King's Gate into the stink of the city, his grey and white cloak streaming from his shoulders, he saw eyes everywhere and kicked his mount into a trot. His guard followed.
He looked behind him frequently as they made their way through the crowded city streets and see her daughter talk and laugh with Tomard and Desmond
"They like her my lord" ser Arthur told him
"I can see, she has away to make people like her ever since she was in winterfell" Ned said.
"It because of her gentle nature my lord I can't believe soon she will be wed to ser Jaime I will miss her a lot'' they turn and look at her she was still smile while Desmond talk to her
Their reach Street of Steel began at the market square beside the River Gate, as it was named on maps, or the Mud Gate, as it was commonly called. A mummer on stilts was striding through the throngs like some great insect, with a horde of barefoot children trailing behind him, hooting. Elsewhere, two ragged boys no older than Bran were dueling with sticks, to the loud encouragement Gwen look at him and remember her little brother Bran. In the shadow of the wall, farmers stood beside their wagons, bellowing out, "Apples, the best apples, cheap at twice the price," and "Blood melons, sweet as honey," and "Turnips, onions, roots, here you go here, here you go, turnips, onions, roots, here you go here." Gwen was still watching the young boys when farmer call her and give her apple
"best apple for beautiful young lady" he bow his head and Gwen kindly accept it
"thank you''
Ned turned off the square where the Street of Steel began and followed its winding path up a long hill, past blacksmiths working at open forges, freeriders haggling over mail shirts, and grizzled ironmongers selling old blades and razors from their wagons. The farther they climbed, the larger the buildings grew. The man they wanted was all the way at the top of the hill, in a huge house of timber and plaster whose upper stories loomed over the narrow street. The double doors showed a hunting scene carved in ebony and weirwood. A pair of stone knights stood sentry at the entrance, armored in fanciful suits of polished red steel that transformed them into griffin and unicorn. Ned left his horse with Jacks and gesture his daughter to follow him before he shouldered his way inside.
The slim young serving girl took quick note of Ned's badge and the sigil on his doublet, and the master came hurrying out, all smiles and bows. "Wine for the King's Hand," he told the girl, gesturing Ned to a couch. "I am Tobho Mott, my lord, please, please, put yourself at ease." He wore a black velvet coat with hammers embroidered on the sleeves in silver thread, Around his neck was a heavy silver chain and a sapphire as large as a pigeon's egg. "If you are in need of new arms, you have come to the right shop." Ned did not bother to correct him. "My work is costly, and I make no apologies for that, my lord," he said as he filled two matching silver goblets. "You will not find craftsmanship equal to mine anywhere in the Seven Kingdoms, I promise you. Visit every forge in King's Landing if you like, and compare for yourself. Any village smith can hammer out a shift of mail; my work is art."
Ned sipped his wine and let the man go on. The Knight of Flowers bought all his armor here, Tobho boasted, and many high lords, the ones who knew fine steel, and even Lord Renly, the king's own brother. Perhaps the Hand had seen Lord Renly's new armor, the green plate with the golden antlers? No other armorer in the city could get that deep a green; he knew the secret of putting color in the steel itself, paint and enamel were the crutches of a journeyman. Or mayhaps the Hand wanted a blade? Tobho had learned to work Valyrian steel at the forges of Oohor as a boy. Only a man who knew the spells could take old weapons and forge them anew. "The direwolf was the sigil of House Stark, is it not? I could fashion a direwolf helm so real that children will run from you in the street," he vowed.
Ned smiled. "Did you make a falcon helm for Lord Arryn?"
Tobho Mott paused a long moment and set aside his wine. "The Hand did call upon me, with Lord Stannis, the king's brother. I regret to say, they did not honor me with their patronage."
Ned looked at the man evenly, saying nothing, waiting. He had found over the years that silence sometimes yielded more than questions. And so it was this time.
"They asked to see the boy," the armorer said, "so I took them back to the forge."
"The boy," Ned echoed. He had no notion who the boy might be. "I should like to see the boy as well."
Tobho Mott gave him a cool, careful look. "As you wish, my lord'' he turn and look at gwen " but I think young lady should wait here," he said with no trace of his former friendliness. Ned look at her
"no she coming with me" he took her hand and follow him. When the armorer opened the door, the blast of hot air that came through made Ned feel as though he were walking into a dragon's mouth. Inside, a forge blazed in each corner, and the air stank of smoke and sulfur. Journeymen armorers glanced up from their hammers and tongs just long enough to wipe the sweat from their brows, while bare-chested apprentice boys worked the bellows.
The master called over a tall lad about Robb's age, his arms and chest corded with muscle. "This is Lord Stark, the new Hand of the King," he told him as the boy looked at Ned through sullen blue eyes and pushed back sweat-soaked hair with his fingers. Thick hair, shaggy and unkempt and black as ink. The shadow of a new beard darkened his jaw. "This is Gendry. Strong for his age, and he works hard. Show the Hand that helmet you made, lad." Almost shyly, the boy led them to his bench, and a steel helm shaped like a bull's head, with two great curving horns.
Ned turned the helm over in his hands. It was raw steel, unpolished but expertly shaped. "This is fine work. I would be pleased if you would let me buy it."
The boy snatched it out of his hands. "It's not for sale."
Tobho Mott looked horror-struck. "Boy, this is the King's Hand. If his lordship wants this helm, make him a gift of it. He honors you by asking."
"I made it for me," the boy said stubbornly. Gwen looks at the boy and smile at him
"A hundred pardons, my lord," his master said hurriedly to Ned. "The boy is crude as new steel, and like new steel would profit from some beating. That helm is journeyman's work at best. Forgive him and I promise I will craft you a helm like none you have ever seen."
"He's done nothing that requires my forgiveness. Gendry, when Lord Arryn came to see you, what did you talk about?"
"He asked me questions is all, m'lord."
"What sort of questions?"
The boy shrugged. "How was I, and was I well treated, and if I liked the work, and stuff about my mother. Who she was and what she looked like and all."
"What did you tell him?" Ned asked.
The boy shoved a fresh fall of black hair off his forehead. "She died when I was little. She had yellow hair, and sometimes she used to sing to me, I remember. She worked in an alehouse."
"Did Lord Stannis question you as well?"
"The bald one? No, not him. He never said no word, just glared at me, like I was some raper who done for his daughter." Gwen can,t help but laugh the boy was wildly as Arya
"Mind your filthy tongue," the master said. "This is the King's own Hand." The boy lowered his eyes. "A smart boy, but stubborn. That helm... the others call him bullheaded, so he threw it in their teeth."
Ned touched the boy's head, fingering the thick black hair. "Look at me, Gendry." The apprentice lifted his face. Ned studied the shape of his jaw, the eyes like blue ice. Yes, he thought, I see it. "Can you make sword with direwolf sigil for my daughter she likes to fight a lot" Ned asks the boy and look at her daughter
"Yes my lord'' he look at Gwen and give her simple smile
''back to your work lad. I'm sorry to have bothered you." He walked back to the house with the master. "Who paid the boy's apprentice fee?" he asked lightly.
Mott looked fretful. "You saw the boy. Such a strong boy. Those hands of his, those hands were made for hammers. He had such promise, I took him on without a fee."
"The truth now," Ned urged. "The streets are full of strong boys. The day you take on an apprentice without a fee will be the day the Wall comes down. Who paid for him?"
"A lord," the master said reluctantly. "He gave no name, and wore no sigil on his coat. He paid in gold, twice the customary sum, and said he was paying once for the boy, and once for my silence."
"Describe him."
"He was stout, round of shoulder, not so tall as you. Brown beard, but there was a bit of red in it, I'll swear. He wore a rich cloak, that I do remember, heavy purple velvet worked with silver threads, but the hood shadowed his face and I never did see him clear." He hesitated a moment. "My lord, I want no trouble."
"None of us wants trouble, but I fear these are troubled times, Master Mott," Ned said. "You know who the boy is."
"I am only an armorer, my lord. I know what I'm told."
"You know who the boy is," Ned repeated patiently. "That is not a question."
"The boy is my apprentice," the master said. He looked Ned in the eye, stubborn as old iron. "Who he was before he came to me, that's none of my concern."
Ned nodded. He decided that he liked Tobho Mott, master armorer. "If the day ever comes when Gendry would rather wield a sword than forge one, send him to me. He has the look of a
warrior. Untilthen, you have my thanks, Master Mott, and my promise. Should I ever want a helm to frighten children, this will be the first place I visit."
"Why is the boy look so much as Robbert" Gwen question him
"cause he has black hair and blue eyes as yours" Ned joke, Gwen only smile
His guard was waiting outside with the horses. "Did you find anything, my lord?" Jacks asked as Ned mounted up.
"I did," Ned told him, wondering. What had Jon Arryn wanted with a king's bastard, and why was it worth his life?
The day which Gwen wish it would not arrive it arrive this is day which she will wed Jaime Lannister and being a lannister, On the morning the serving maid knock on her door she went and open it
"how did you sleep my lady'' rose ask she was her haindmaid
"good I think'' she told her and return back to the bed
"you have to wake up my lady today is wedding day" rose comment and give her wide smile and another serving maid enter with her wedding gown and start to filled 's tub with steaming hot water Gwen remove night close and enter into the water and the maid scrubbed her head to toe until she glowed pink. Cersei's own bedmaid trimmed her nails and brushed and her black hair so it fell down her back in soft ringlets. She brought a dozen of the queen's favorite scents as well. Gwen chose a sharp sweet fragrance with a hint of rose in it under the smell of flowers. The maid dabbed some on her finger and touched Gwen behind each ear, and under her chin, and then lightly on her nipples.
Cersei herself arrived with the seamstress and her twin sister , and watched as they dressed Gwen in her wedding clothes. The smallclothes were all silk, but the gown itself was ivory samite and cloth-of-silver, and lined with silvery satin. The points of the long dagged sleeves almost touched the ground when she lowered her arms. And it was a woman's gown, not a little girl's, there was no doubt of that. The bodice was slashed in front almost to her belly, the deep vee covered over with a panel of ornate Myrish lace in dove-grey. The skirts were long trail behind her back when she walks and full, the waist so tight that Gwen had to hold her breath as they laced her into it. They brought her new shoes as well, slippers of soft grey doeskin that hugged her feet like lovers.
"You are very beautiful, my lady," the seamstress said when she was dressed.
"thank you?" Gwen say politely, and spun, her skirts swirling around her. "Oh, It beautiful" She has to admit it, she could not wait for Jaime to see her like this. Will he love me, he will, he must... he will forget all the women he ever like when he sees me, she think to herself.
Queen Cersei studied her critically. "put this on her ears, it gift from Jaime"
"At once, Your Grace," her maid replied, it was pair of gold hearing they were very beautiful
She hung from Gwen's ears and about her neck, the queen nodded. "Yes. The gods have been kind to you, Gwen. You are a lovely girl. My brother is indeed a lucky man"
"Thank you?" Gwen whisper
"Wow she look like princess mother will I be beautiful like her when I wed mother" marcell ask her mother Cersei smile at her daughter "you will be more than her my dear you princess''
"The cloak," she commanded, and the women brought it out: a long cloak of white velvet heavy with pearls. A fierce direwolf was embroidered upon it in silver thread. Gwen looked at it with sudden dread.
"Your father's colors," said Cersei, as they fastened it about her neck with a slender silver chain.
A maiden's cloak. Sansa's hand went to her throat. She would have torn the thing away if she had dared.
"You're prettier Gwen," Cersei told her. Gwen knew she was just pretend she knew Cersei doesn't like her but she doesn't know why the do was open and her father enter he was wearing the stark colour and his grey clock
"is she ready my queen the septon and guest are waiting"
"Yes. Lord Stark" the Queen say and exit the room with Sansa , princess and other maids
"you look beautifull child'' Ned told her and move closer to her
"I wish my brothers and mother were here" Gwen sigh "I miss home, I miss Robb,Jon"
"Come along now my dear, the septon is waiting. And the wedding guests as well."
She put her hand in his, and he led her to the marriage altar, where the septon waited between the Mother and the Father to join their lives together. She saw Jaime, looking at her,he was resplendent in crimson and gold with chain of rubies and lions' heads. Jaime only stare at her wow she was very pretty everyone was looking at her and whisper of beauty, she saw the king and his wife, prince Joffrey was standing next to her sister, Arya was with Tommen and Sam her wolf, Ser Balon Swann and Ser Boros Blount were there in Kingsguard white, Ser Loras and Lord Renly She tight he hand to her father when their near reach the altar ,Ned knew she was scary he only smile and whisper at her when he lean to kiss her "you Stark and we are brave" she only look at him when he pull back and smile at him and turn to look at Jaime who move close to her and took her small hand into his. They say they vow in front of septon and when they finish
''now cloak the bride and put her under your protection'' septon told Jaime .
Lord Eddard Stark move forward and stood stiff as a lance as his hands came over her shoulders to fumble with the clasp of her cloak. Then the clasp opened, and her father swept her maiden's cloak away with simple smile. Jaime move close with the bride's cloak he held on his arm was huge and heavy,gold crimson t richly worked with lions and bordered with gold satin and rubies ,he stand behind her tall and strong, sweep the cloak of his protection over her shoulders, and tenderly kiss her cheek as he leaned forward to fasten the clasp.
"With this kiss I pledge my love, and take you for my lord and husband." Gwen said
"With this kiss I pledge my love," the Jaime replied smoothly, "and take you for my lady and wife.''
When he finish the words he pulled her close and kissed her long and deep.
"Here in the sight of gods and men," he said, "I do solemnly proclaim Jaime of House Lannister and Gwenveir of House Stark to be man and wife, one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever, and cursed be the one who comes between them."
She had to bite her lip to keep from sobbing .People cheer for them songs were sing they look beautiful together it was the truth but none of them care for it, Jaime wrap her and lead her to the wedding feast was held in the Hall. When they walk Jaime notice tears fall from her eyes he stop and turn to look at her He waddle closer and whisper at her ears "I don't like to see you cry" he wipe the tears off and Gwen manage to give him a small but sweet smile. They enter to the hall people cheer for her they had taken their seats, the High Septon rose to lead a prayer.
" At least he does not drone as badly as the last one", Tyrion whisper at her ear which make Gwen smile at him when the septon finish "Let the cups be filled!" Robbert proclaimed, when the gods had been given their due. His cupbearer poured a whole flagon of dark Arbor red into the golden wedding chalice. The king had to use both hands to lift it. "To the beautiful young lady I ever seen!"
"Gwenveir !" the hall shouted back at him. "Gwenveir!Gwenveir! To the lady of casterly rock!" A thousand cups rang together, and the wedding feast was well and truly begun. Tyrion Lannister drank with the rest, emptying his cup on that first toast and signaling for it to be refilled as soon as he was seated again.
"they love you'' Jaime told her , Gwen only look at him and smile she saw many of Lannister in the hall
Cersei watched as Jaime fed her morsels off his plate. They drank from the same cup, and would kiss often and unpredictably they look so happy together even though it all an act but she feel little jealously come to her , she wish it was her in her place. The music was loudly in hall the king was dance,Gwen saw her father who was talking with lord Twyin but he doesn't seem too happy with whatever they were talking. Prince Joffrey took Sansa hand and lead to the floor
"may I have dance my lady'' Gwen turn around and see Tommen offer her the hand she smile and took it and he lead her also to the dance floor
"if I were you I will watch that little prince he may take her away from you'' littlefinger told Jaime and the whole table burst with laughter. When Tommen was tired ser Loras take her hand and also dance with her
"We going t be family soon my lady, '' he told her
"How" she was surprise
"my sister Margaery is to be betrothed to your brother Robb'' he told her, Gwen was happy to hear it ,she hear people say Margaery is sweet and kind girl she was sure Robb will adore her
"may dance with this beautiful young lady if you don't mind ser" Renly move close to her and Loras bow his head and walk away, Renly put his hand to her waist and other hold her hand
"You are the most beautiful woman in the hall tonight."
"My lord is too kind."
"My lady," said Renly wistfully "I don't know what kingslier done to deserve you''
"i think by putting the sword to my father's leg'' they both laugh renly spinning her around and catch her into his arms again Gwen smile at him, Jaime look at her and wish he was the to bring such joy in her beautiful face the music continue to play and Gwen dance with a lot of people her father, the king, tyrlion, Twyin and ser kevan but none of those was her husband Jaime only remain sit and watch . Gwen start to walk away from dance floor when the hand touch her shoulder
"did you left a dance for me my lady" she turn around and saw Jaime stand there with smile on his lips "yes my lord", Jaime hold her close to him close enough Gwen can hear his heart beat every eyes were upon her and her handsome lord husband, Jaime smile at her and she gladly return it with her own. Other guests soon joined them on the floor. Lady Merryweather, the Myrish beauty with the black hair and the big dark eyes, spun so provocatively that every man in the hall was soon watching her. Lord and Lady Tyrell moved more sedately. Ser Kevan Lannister begged the honor of Lady Janna. Fossoway, Lord Tyrell's sister.. Cersei Lannister partnered first Lord Stark, then her husband the king. Gwen was peaceful on her husband hand the dance slowly she even forget everyting until music died than she heard shouting of the men say, "It's time to bed them!'' Gwen freez for moment her hand was shake and her face turn to red Jaime saw she was afraid
" Let's get the clothes off her, and have a look at what the she-wolf's got to give our former brother!" Other men took up the cry, loudly.
Her husband lifted his eyes slowly from her. "I'll have no bedding'' Lord Tywin rose from his seat. "Jaime the bedding is tradition."
Gwen saw a spasm of rage pass across her husband's face. "I won't have it and I think my lords will understand. Whatever I do with my lady wife it our secret I don't everyone to know about it" he said.
"It okay Lord Twyin'' the king say to the lord who only node and the king gesture for music to continue to play. Gwen look at her husband face and whisper
"thank you my lord"
"you don't have to thanks me Gwen you my wife and it my duty to protect you come, wife,. " Gwen went with him. Their went to their bedchamber . Jaime open the door and hold it for her when she enter he shut it. Gwen look at the flagon of good Arbor gold on the sideboard
"May I pour a cup for you my lord?" she was nervous she did not even know what to talk with him
"I don't think it wise to get drunk Gwenveir?"
"Nothing was ever wiser my lord " she pour wine on her cup and drink it nervous Jaime sit on coach and look at her
"Would you have me undress, my lord?"
"Jaime" He cocked his head. "My name is Jaime, Gwenveir."
"Jaime. My lord. Should I take off my gown, or do you want to undress me?" She took another swallow of wine.
Jaime turned away from her "You hide behind courtesy as if it were a castle wall."
"Courtesy is a lady's armor," Gwen said. Her septa had always told her that but she always don't pay attention to it she always knew the really weapon was arrow and sword courtesy will not protect you against the sword she always think that.
"I am your husband. You can take off your armor now."
"And my clothing?"
"That too." He waved his hand at her. "My lord father has commanded me to consummate this marriage."
Her hands trembled as she began fumbling at her clothes. She had ten thumbs instead of fingers, and all of them were broken. Yet somehow she managed the laces and buttons, and her cloak and gown and girdle and undersilk slid to the floor, until finally she was remain with her smallclothes. She kept her eyes on the floor, too shy to look at him, but when she was done she glanced up and found him staring. There was hunger in his green eye, it seemed to her, and fury in the black. Gwen did not know which scared her more and then she closed her eyes. He pushed himself to his feet take the cloak from the floor and wrap it on her small body "Open your eyes."
She had promised to obey; she opened her eyes. He was standing by her feet, naked. Where his legs joined
"My lady," Jaime said, "you are lovely, make no mistake, but... I cannot do this. My father be damned. We will wait. The turn of a moon, a year, a season, however long it takes. Until you
have come to know me better, and perhaps to trust me a little even loved me." His smile might have been meant to be reassuring, She stared at his legs and the green eyes,
"Trust me Gwenveir I don't have desire to force a sad woman into my bed'' he move away from her
"And what you will want me do my lord. Jaime" it was not easy for her to use his name, Jaime turn around and chuckle
"I want you to want me to make love to you" he move to her again cupped her face into his hand and gently smooth her cheek "go to bed now my lady we have long journey tomorrow" he kiss her lips quick and went back to the coach
"Are you going to sleep there" she ask him
"I told you I don't have desire to have sad woman on my bed''
"You can sleep in bed my lord I think it too large for only one person'' she said to him and move to the bed
"Are sure'' Jaime ask with amusement
"It only to sleep my lord. Yes am sure'' Gwen smile at him and gesture him to come to bed.
