Jaime had been surprised when he had been called to Rylee chambers. Since she was now the Queen officially, she had been busy with preparing for them to leave for Winterfell, as well as being prepared for winter. He wondered what she could need from him at that moment. When he knocked on the door he heard her tell him he could enter, he did and shut the door, "You wanted to see me Your Majesty?"

"Yes, I was wondering if you had heard from any of your men to see if they would be joining us in the North." She looked at him from the table where she was sitting at, papers strewn across it. Chadoir on his perch squawked at Jaime and the man smiled at the bird.

"I haven't. If Bronn received my raven then he wouldn't bother responding, he would just start on his way there Your Majesty." He answered.

"Jaime, you don't have to call me that." She looked at him with a slight laugh, "Just because I actually wear a crown now doesn't mean that you have to treat me any differently."

"I just didn't want to go against any customs." He smiled at her relieved, he had been worried now that she was actually a crowned Queen and he was a man with no titles or rank things between them would be different, but he should have known better.

She motioned him over to the table, "Please come and sit, I've just been going over formations, and food, and numbers, and marching paths, and everything fun about the job."

"Shouldn't all those things be taken care of by your commander and then relayed to you?" He asked with a laugh.

"I am the commander remember?" She looked at him and he recalled the conversation between her and her brother in Kings Landing before they left for Dorne and he nodded his head slightly, "That is why I marked my own forehead."

"I was wondering what that meant."

"The head commands, the right and now left hand protect, the eyes see, the ears hear, the neck supports, and the heart makes sure all of those function properly." She told him, "It is our version of the Small Council."

"That is very interesting." He thought about it, "I guess most people assumed that Hayden would be the head instead of the heart."

"Yes, that is the normal way, but my brother and I have proved to be anything but normal Talons." She picked up her goblet and drank the wine. Rylee looked at him, "I noticed you knelt to a Queen that wasn't one of the Seven Kingdoms."

"I don't know that I will be returning to the Seven Kingdoms after the wars are over." He looked at her a smile ghosting across his face.

"If you wish to stay here you are always welcome. You can continue to train with your left hand if you wish. The knights and soldiers here are used to fighting with both hands and can help you to master it." She stood and moved to the fire, adding another log to it to help keep it warm in the room, "Also, Alastar was wondering if he should still address you as Ser considering you were knighted, or if you would prefer Lord."

"It doesn't matter." He shrugged, "I don't care what anyone calls me."

"Liar." Rylee looked up at him, "You hate it when people call you Kingslayer."

Jaime let out a quiet laugh, "Yes, but since you have never truly called me it, I can deal with the others."

"Jaime I've always wondered something." She looked away for a moment while standing, "The man you are now, the one I heard you were when we were young. I can't imagine that man stabbing another one in the back, less so his King. Why did you do it?"

He paused for a moment before telling her, "The Mad King had placed wildfire though out the city. As my father made his way through Aerys planned to ignite it and blow up the whole city, kill thousands, millions of people. I…I couldn't let him do that. I killed his pyromancer and then him as he tried to flee, to save everyone."

"So, you are a city saver instead." She looked over at him, "Perhaps one day a Maester will write you down as such, for that is the version of history that should be told."

He smiled at her and her smile faded, "Promise me, if I ever turn into something like that, you will stop me too."

"You could never." Jaime got up from his seat and placed his hand on her cheek, "You would never. All you think about is your people, and you hate yourself when you don't."

"Jaime…" Rylee smiled at him then moved to walk away and he stopped her.

"You're scared, aren't you?"

"Out of my mind." She looked up at him, "A war with the dead, the Golden Company on its way, becoming the Queen I never thought I would be after all that happened. Now that I'm here in Caisle, and I've seen everyone I realize exactly what we have to lose, who all is depending on me. What if I do something horribly wrong? What if I do something like I did after Olennas death? What if thousands of people die and I shame my name and my kingdom? What if we lose?"

"We won't."

"How do-"

"We won't because we can't." He held onto her face, "We won't lose to the dead, we won't lose to Cersei or her hired group of mercenaries, and no one will blame you when we survive, because you will have led your people to victory, to a safe and peaceful existence once more. You will be a good Queen. That is why I bent the knee to you. You are my queen and I will follow you, fight with you, and always be at your side."

"Jaime." Her voice was soft.

"I'm sorry it took so long." He wrapped his arms around her, his hand holding her head to his chest, "It shouldn't have even been a choice, but I was so twisted and controlled by her, I should have joined you after Dorne."

"You had other reasons than her to stay, your children, loyalty to your kingdom." She then asked, "What of your child?"

"If I can be a father to it, I want to be. But I will not return to Cersei." He answered. She looked up at him and he smiled, running his thumb over her cheek before pressing his lips to hers. Rylee kissed him back and he loved the feeling of her in his arms again. Her hand gripped at the back of his head as his tongue slipped into her mouth. He'd missed the way her fingers massaged the back of his head when they would kiss, when she would hold him. He realized this must be a part of her Elisian technique and pulled away with a slight smile, "I fear I may disappoint you since I do not know the Elisian way."

"I can teach you if you wish. The first night, though, is for both to learn. The rest of the nights are for perfecting and pleasuring." She wore a seductive grin as her fingers began undoing the hooks to his jacket. Jaime began to grow hard feeling this while looking at her.

"You may end up being the death of me." He muttered with a smile, his lips hovering above hers.

"Gods I hope not." She replied as he reconnected their lips. Once she had undone all the clasps on his jacket undone she pushed it from his shoulders. The feeling of her hands moving over his shoulders and down his arms as she removed the leather was like nothing he had ever felt. The warmth of her hands could be felt through the thin fabric of his shirt as he kissed her deeper, and his own hand reached for the binding of her top layer.

Jaime realized he had never missed summer so much as she would wear clothes that he would have been able to easily feel her in, clothes that seemed much easier to remove. He eventually got the strings undone with one hand and she helped him remove it from her, never breaking their kiss. His stomach clenched when he felt her hands under his shirt, her fingers exploring the skin as she moved the fabric up his chest. To be touched so delicately, so intimately, was something he had never experienced due to the roughness Cersei enjoyed. They're mouths separated when he pulled the piece of clothing from him and she looked up at him, the slightest smile on her face and took his hand in hers, leading him over to the bed.

Before he kissed her again he took the hem of her shirt and pulled it off of her, pulling her into his arms, and she let out a loud gasp. He looked down, breaking the kiss and looked at her worried he may have done something wrong, but she just smiled with a quiet laugh, "Your hand, it's cold."

He smiled and kept his arms around her as he undid the ties to his golden hand and began kissing her again as he leaned forward, her body being pressed into his, as he set the hand on her bedside table. Rylees arms wrapped around his shoulders, fingers running through his hair as the other one held onto him and she began pulling them down towards the bed using the angle they were already at. When he moved on top of her his pants grew even tighter at the feeling of her breasts pressed against him in this position. Jaime wanted to feel every inch of her, know every part of her skin. He wasn't sure if it was because it was the way she held him, the way she touched him that made him yearn for her that much more, or because he had never felt this way for anyone, it was vastly different from Cersei.

Kissing down her neck her hand still in his hair, her other hand gripping at his shoulder blades, her leg holding his hips to hers them grinding together, he cupped his hand over her breast kneading it with his hand. His name escaped her in a tone he had never heard from her before. This would be a night of firsts for many things, the first time he was with someone other than his sister, the first night she was with someone other than her late husband, the first night they would be together, but he knew it wouldn't be the last, he would always have her and she him. When he wrapped his lips around one of her nipples he heard the pleasure in the noise she made, and he focused on this, wanting to provide her with anything she enjoyed, take her mind away from the war and battle plans even for a night.

Rylee had almost forgotten what it felt like to be with someone, but her body reacted to every movement and touch he gave her as if it had been craving his attention for a life time. As his tongue swirled around her pink bud she felt the fire burning in the pit of her stomach and she pushed her hips into his, wanting to feel him against her. She wanted to feel him more.

Her hand slipped down from his back to the laces of his trousers, undoing them with one hand, slipping her fingers inside the fabric. He moaned as she began stroking his cock, his stomach growing tight as her thumb circled over the head and Jaime knew he couldn't wait much longer. He wanted her. Gods how he wanted her. He had never wanted anything so bad in his life. Everything else felt irrelevant with her surrounding his every sensation. When he sat up to take his boots off she followed him, her hand still around him, her lips sucking and nibbling at his chest and stomach. Once his shoes were off he went for her pants, making quick work of the ties and began pulling them from her. Rylee relinquished her grasp on him to lift her hips so he could remove the fabric from her legs. She laid back down and he kissed her thighs and calves as they were revealed to him.

With his own pants removed Jaime laid back on top of her, his fingers tangling in her hair as he kissed her feverishly. He wrapped his other arm around her back, pressing their bodies together as he could feel the heat coming from her wet center. She could feel the length of him against her thigh and opened her legs wider, inviting him inside, and he went. Rylee let out a quiet gasp as he pushed in, but she never separated her lips from his. They're tongues dancing as he moved in and out of her. She made him feel complete as they're hips moved together, her leg hooking over him to allow him in deeper. He could feel her arms wrapped around his body, her hand at the base of his head fingers massaging in a pace that matched the one he thrusted into her with and her other hand holding him as tightly as he held her, neither of them wanting to part one inch of themselves from the other.

She felt wonderful around Jaime and he moved his arm lower on her back making her arch more to him and he felt her grip on him tighten. Rylee moaned as he hit a spot within her that sent shockwaves up her spine. Her hand on the side of his face she looked at him, "Don't stop. Please."

"Never." He moved faster, moving his hand to her hip for support as she looked into his eyes. He felt her begin to tighten around him and he pushed through the pleasure, truly never wanting it to stop. She gasped, his name forced its way from her throat, quiet but full of ecstasy as she came around him.

Rylee rolled them over and began moving herself up and down on him. He held her hip tight in his hand while she moved and reclaimed her mouth, her hair falling around them. This was something new to him, a position he had never been in and he enjoyed it. Her hands traveled down his sides and up his shoulders as she moved and he basked in every second of her. She kissed his jaw and down his neck before sitting up and her hands explored his chest and stomach.

Her name came out of him this time and she smiled, enjoying the sound of it. Jaime couldn't help but stare at her beauty, the scars that laced her pale skin, the muscles that formed her lean frame, her amazingly red eyes, her breasts with hard nipples. She was the most remarkable thing he had ever seen. She could feel him all the way inside of her and she loved it as his hand moved from her hip to her chest, thumb running over her nipple as she moved.

He sat up wrapping his arms around her and his mouth on her tit, sucking it as if he were starving. Gasping, her fingers laced through his hair she felt his tongue circling the bud and her nails lightly scratched at his head, his fears had been unwarranted, he was far from disappointing her. She began moving her hips in a circular motion, grinding them together and he let out a moan that enticed her to continue. Tightening her muscles around him he moaned again, this time causing him to separate from her chest and they're eyes met. She smiled, slightly out of breath and with a soft voice asked, "Do you like this?"

"Yes." He responded breathlessly, and she pressed her lips to his causing her angle on him to change, increasing the sensation of her movements. Jaime clung to her, he needed her like he needed the air in his lungs. He could feel the white-hot burning building up inside of him and his grip on her grew, "Rylee…Rylee I…"

He couldn't get the words out through the pleasure and soon was exploding into her. She tightened around him at this feeling and came a second time. They didn't move for a few moments, which felt like a life time as they caught their breath. Rylee looked down at him and he could see happiness in her eyes. He should have made this decision long ago, because he felt the exact same way she did. She reached over and pulled back the sheets and moved off of him to climb under and she lifted them up for him to join her. He laid his head on the pillow and moved a lock of hair from her face, "Shouldn't I go?"

"Only if you want to." She replied, "I choose who I am with remember, no one else has any say."

"Then I would like to stay." He smiled taking her hand in his. They intertwined their fingers and he watched with a small smile as she moved her fingers in and out between his, exploring his hand.

"Goldenhand." She said just barely loud enough for him to hear and he looked at her with an amused but somewhat confused face, "That's what you should be called instead of Kingslayer. Goldenhand. Unless you decide to get a different hand made."

"I have given up any status I may have, so I am no longer technically a part of House Lannister." He thought about it matching the movements of her hand with his own as they laid there, her fingertips now exploring his palm.

"You will always be a Lannister, just as I was always a Talon." She thought for a moment, "But perhaps something lighter. Or even a blade for you to learn with since you are already a natural with your right hand. It wouldn't have the same mobility of course, but it will be quicker to adjust to."

"Are you saying that I need to accessorize with my hand?" He joked.

She let out a quiet laugh, "You know, one to match every outfit. We can talk to the smiths about it if you decide that."

"Let the blacksmiths focus on weapons and armor for the war. After we can talk about new hands." He took her hand kissing the back of it, noticing her eyes opening and closing slowly, "Now I believe my Queen needs sleep."

"Perhaps she does." Rylee smiled closing her eyes moving closer to him, her head just barely touching his chest, an arm lightly draped over his waist. He placed his arm around her and placed a kiss to the top of her head as she fell asleep and not long after he followed.

When they woke the next morning there was a chill in the room. Jaime felt her shiver slightly and he pulled away from her, "I'll add another log to the fire."

"Don't." She pulled him back, sleep still in her voice, her body pressing against his, "It'll just make me colder if you leave."

He couldn't help the smile that formed on his face and he pulled the top cover tighter around her, wrapping his arms around her with it. Rylee placed a kiss on his chest as he looked down at her, he couldn't believe it hadn't been a dream, he thought perhaps he might wake up still in Kings Landing, but it hadn't and he was there, his arms around her. He froze when there was a knock at the door, he knew she had said not to worry but he still couldn't help it as the serving girl spoke through the wood, "Your Majesty, are you awake? Would you like me to bring you breakfast?"

"No, I was up late, I will eat later, let me sleep a bit longer." She called out to the woman and they heard the acknowledgement before the she left. As she stretched he felt her skin move against his making his stomach grow tight. He cupped her face placing his lips to hers and she kissed him back. When he pulled away he looked at her.

"Are you warming up?"

She nodded, "Yes, but I know how I could get warmer."

"So now you want me to put a log in the fire." He joked making her laugh.

"I do, but I don't want you to get up to do it." She pressed her lips back to his as he moved on top of her.

A/N: Don't forget to let me know what you think ;)