A/N: THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR THE AMAZING REVIEWS, FOLLOWS, AND FAVORITES! I know I put this in every chapter, but it's true. It really does warm my heart and makes me smile when I see a review, follow, favorite because I know that you guys are really liking this story. I actually listen to your guys' reviews because they really do help me when I'm stuck.

Today I'm very happy and proud to inform all of you that your recent reviews gave me ideas so a big "THANK YOU!" to these people: Hand of the Alex, LunaEvanna Longbottom, and leni18, because these people gave me ideas for the chapters 13-17. I just literally bloomed with ideas and notes and then wrote them on five pieces of paper matching them with a specific chapter. In my opinion…it's going to get really dark and I know I'm going to get bombed with reviews of lovely people screaming at me because they're like why did you do that! Don't blame me though, those people gave me ideas and it's pretty crazy. Anyways in my opinion, chapters 14, 16, and 17. Those are the chapters where I know that I'll get bombed for it and where things get pretty crazy.

Just in case, some of you didn't read the chapter name, but it's in JAIME POV! Hence, "Jaime I" so he'll make an appearance along with other POV's like Dany's will be added, but she'll get like little stuff. Ugh, family in this story is very important. "The Evy Thing" will be explained, I'm playing with the idea to make it chapter 18 to you know let things cool off because chapter 17 is intense, dark, sad, and confusing.

But that is a LONG way from now so all of you have time to prepare yourselves for the storm ahead of you guys. This is a short chapter for Jaime…I tried, but it's kind of hard to write his thoughts because he's such an intense and consuming character to betray to where you have to have a very good reason of to why he did what he did. Hope you all like it though, fingers and toes crossed!

Why is she so damn difficult?!

He had just told her that he was in love with her and she just kept on walking away…although he did always like it when she walked away from him, her hips swaying from side to side as if taunting every man in a seductive that you could look, but not touch. She should be mine…I'll kill every man if I have to. Jaime calmed himself before he would go back and face her. He was astonished at himself to be quite honest at his confession about her. He didn't know what came over him when he saw her walking away from.

All he knew in that moment as she was walking away was that he never wanted to feel the sudden feeling of abandonment again because of her. Though after he had spilled his heart out to her, a wave of relief like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, he was glad. Jaime didn't like to worry, but Mari had brought it out in him among other things like love, honesty, happiness, empathy, jealously, and envy. Those were the emotions Jaime never could feel, but always wanted to. Mari was changing him into someone else which was suddenly angering Jaime as he thought more and more about.

Is she doing this on purpose? Playing with me? It is a clever idea I suppose…play around with the feelings of the man who murdered her father in cold blood…but even then Mari had understood why he did it. Somehow everything with the girl had been…easy yet hard.

Jaime found himself often comparing Mari and Cersei. They were overly protective of the ones they love, fierce, competitive, intelligent, clever, and not one to be played with or to anger really. He had never seen Mari angry like really, really angry and he never intended to find out though the idea had made his cock twitch a little. He thought about a naked and wet Mari many times this month and last month. She was indeed too beautiful for any man. Jaime pictured her in writhing beneath him as his experienced fingers worked on her sex mercilessly, moans flying out of mouth, dainty hands fisting the sheets as they kept their eyes on each other. White curls sprawled out all over the pillows as she thrashed her head from side to side as she begged him to fuck her right then and there. He would comply to her pleas, but then he would wake up with a hard cock and an empty bed, knowing only one way to finish what his dream had started with him against his protests.

Jaime shook his head, getting out of his perverted thoughts. He promised himself to stay true to his sister, but those promises along with his vows went out the window whenever he saw Mari. Her distaste for the girl was very obvious to Jaime, she tried to convince on several occasions to get her to trust him and tell her everything about Mari. Jaime knew that his dear sister and lover blamed Mari for the loss of her first boy. Her grief would collide with her grudge thus clouding her judgment with thoughts and words of vengeance. He was in love with two woman of the same coin, neither one of them realizing it. Jaime knew that when he had taken Mari with him that Cersei would know of this true feelings for Mair.

Great, Jaime thought grimly, another reason to add to the seemingly never ending list of why they can't or couldn't be together. Maybe I should just stay away from her because technically we are not engaged to each other so there is no need for us to be together.

Jaime suddenly found himself at his brother's tent, his hand hovering over the cracked opened crimson red flap as he heard the familiar teasing and gentle voice of Mari. He came closer, careful not to make a sound as he eavesdropped on their conversation. His mind told him to leave, but…the heart wants what the heart wants.

"It's not your fault. It never will be. I will always love like you were my own brother so I could never hate you. Never. If it wasn't for you and what you may have accidentally done then…then I would have never felt the way I have never felt before with both Robb and Jaime." She said.

"Your faith in me is admiring. Not most have that kind of faith." Tyrion said softly.

"It's because of what I've read from your books that have given me such faith." The slight pity and hope were clear in her gentle voice as she told him.

Suddenly Tyrion's eyes caught his and his brother ignored him and questioned, "How do you feel about my brother?" Jaime froze and glared at his brother, who was resisting the urge to smirk at his brother. Jaime could see only Mari's back, but he still liked the view.

She looked down at her hands and he could tell that she was smiling nervously from the tone in her voice. "He…he consumes me. Overwhelms me, excites me, he has the ability to make me forget."

"Forget what?" his brother urged.

"Forget that we can't be together. Forget everything that I believe in, what is right and what is wrong. I'm scared, Tyrion…I'm scared of what you brother may bring out in me."

"Bad or good?"

"Both," she chuckled, looking up.

"I'll be right back," Tyrion said, getting up and then walking out of the tent. Jaime moved out of sight for Mari. Tyrion came out and smirked amusingly at him. "It's rude to eavesdrop on such a private conversation."

"She's a frustration, you know? Why can't she be that honest with me like she is with you? Her and her damn walls." Jaime grumbled.

Tyrion shrugged. "Because I'm her brother according to her and I think of her as a sister and dear friend." Tyrion was stilling smiling as they began to walk to Jaime's tent. "I can already tell that you are getting through to her, Jaime. You're climbing her walls."

Jaime gave a bitter laugh. "No, I'm standing near her walls with a grappling hook in one hand and rope in the other."

They walked inside of the tent and Tyrion laughed. "You obviously do not know her well enough, but see I do so listen to me, my dearest older brother." Tyrion looked at him, a serious expression plastered on his face. "She trusts you. She has feelings for you. She believes that there is good inside of you just like I do. She's very compassionate especially towards how you murdered her father and your relationship to our dear sister."

Jaime knitted his eyebrows in confusion. "I never told her that it was Cersei."

"Jaime," Tyrion warned. "You cannot lie to her, not about this because I can assure you that if you don't tell her then someone else will and she will never look at you the same way again and this will be the end of any sort of feelings she had for you because you didn't have the balls to her yourself after proclaiming your love for you."

"Why are you telling me this?!" Jaime snapped at his brother.

"Because I care about you and her," Tyrion said angrily. "She will feel betrayed and this will come and bite in your ass, Jaime. She'll never trust you again and you need trust for something to happen between you two and don't deny that you don't care or won't care if that happens because why else would you tell her all those things."

Jaime sighed and ran a hand through his blonde hair. "I'm in deep shit, aren't I?"

Tyrion chuckled. "You think? Tell her the truth. She depends on honesty with the ones she loves. Robb Stark was honest will her and she loves him. I was honest with her and I'm considered her family and friend. You were honest with her about why you did what you did and now she's falling for you as well…though slowly. Give her time, she'll come around."

Jaime suddenly dug through some chests and pulled out a medium sized dusty box. He unlocked it with a key that had a black dragon's head on the very top of it. He opened it and pulled out an elegant circular box with many rubies engraved in it along with gold and black one. It was small, but it went well with it. It was golden and beautiful as it was in Lannister and Targaryen colors. Jaime set it in front of Tyrion. Tyrion opened the top and it started to play a beautiful melody.

Jaime smiled softly at it, telling him, "It belonged to all of the Targaryen mothers; it's been in their family since before the conquest. It's tradition for them to play it for their children."

Tyrion closed the box. "Why do you have it, Jaime?"

"I remember the song when I was passing one of the children's rooms. It turned out to be a music box and when the siege happened, it was the only thing left that was not destroyed, but kept hidden behind the wall along with other artifacts."

"And you kept it because…"

"Because I thought that maybe Cersei would like it…she did not though. I kept it because it made me think of our lady mother." He confessed in a soft tone.

Tyrion nodded in understanding. "Give it to Mari."

"I can't. She's too stubborn to take anything from me." He put it in Tyrion's hands. "But if it came from you and you tell her what I had just told you then she'll surely take it."

Tyrion nodded again. "Ok. I'll give it to her."

He shrugged. "I could do that. I hope you know that if I'm pleasuring myself, I'll be thinking about you."

She nodded and turned away, on her side, closing her eyes. "Good."

Jaime watched her sleep for what seemed like a lifetime though he didn't regret a single moment of it because she was even more beautiful when she was sleeping.

As his began to close, he thought…Sleeping Beauty…the fairest of them all…beauty is the meaning of her name…sunshine in her hair, lips as red as the rose, skin as white as snow, and cheeks as rosy as blood…she should've been Queen.

TBC…

A/N: I really hoped you guys liked Jaime's POV. It was tough and yet interesting to step inside of Jaime Lannister's mind. So yeah no you guys know how Tyrion got the box in the first place actually this will be a significant item in the story because right now it only stands for beauty, but as we progress further into the story and characters, you'll start to realize that it stands for something that is the whole meaning of this story and its been mentioned throughout the story.

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