A/N: Agh! So sorry for the delay between chapters; I got distracted with another FanFic I was reading. "Wanted Dead or Alive" by Greenspace is AMAZING. If I have any Hobbit fans reading this that haven't checked that story out, you definitely should!

Thank you to all of my reviewers; ladyres (Your review cracked me up), Bella-swan11, ZabuzasGirl, KlaraChlo, and Misskymm!

KlaraChlo: Thank you so much for your sweet review! I'm actually currently taking French III so feel free to leave some reviews in French because it would definitely help me!

Misskymm: Thanks so much for complimenting my depiction of Cersei! I feel like I've got some inner Cersei in me, so she's super fun to write. And Shae being a spy for Cersei or Tyrion...hmmm...we'll just say I've definitely got some plans for Shae :)

A single rose rested upon her pillow. Jaime set it down gently, feeling as if it would shatter if he were too careless. He stared at the flower as if it were his only chance of fixing things with Dimeria, then shook his head at how ridiculous the thought seemed. He remembered asking Tyrion why he should give Dimeria a rose and was answered with: "It's symbolic."

"How the hell is it symbolic?" Jaime had asked Tyrion.

"It represents her personality. Upon first looking at it, you see how beautiful it is, but as you try to get closer, the thorns prick your finger and drive your hand away...much like Lady Dimeria does. And yet, if you're willing to get past the defenses, you can smell the true loveliness that is a rose." Tyrion explained like true romantic.

"Trust me, if it were that easy to get to Dimeria's 'loveliness' I wouldn't be in this mess." Jaime said as he rolled his eyes at his brother, but still, he went ahead with his brother's suggestion. The poetic meaning Tyrion gave him was lost on Jaime, for he never cared much for books or any of the stories Septas told children and he knew Dimeria didn't like it much either.

Jaime was desperate, though. He needed a way to gain Dimeria's trust back and he didn't see the harm in a single rose. Without leaving a trace, Jaime snuck into Dimeria's room, left the rose with a note, and left just as quickly. He went down to the training yard in an effort get his mind off of Dimeria, and also to avoid organizing the defenses for the upcoming wedding. Jaime couldn't give two shits about his bastard son's marriage if he had to be honest, but it was required of him to do his best to make sure he was safe; Jaime was the head of the Kingsguard after all.

Waiting the remainder of the day out as patiently as possible, Jaime pondered Dimeria's reaction to what he left in her room. He could only hope it was the beginning of mending their relationship.

…

The dungeons were as dark and ominous as Dimeria had heard, but the determination of finding her dragons was too strong for her to turn back now. There were no sconces holding lit torches, nor were there sounds of any signs of life; Dimeria began wondering if Varys had truly hid her dragons down there or if he simply put them to their deaths.

Darkness encompassed all the spaces around Dimeria, but she for some reason found it comforting. It reminded her that no one was around and the best part about that was that nobody was there to expect anything from her; it was the first time Dimeria had felt any sort of peace, almost like her troubles were not allowed to accompany her down the winding steps to the dungeons.

When Dimeria finally reached the bottom of the stairs, she saw a flickering glow ahead of her. Seeing no other option, she cautiously ventured closer and was nearly startled out of her wits when she saw the skull of a dragon just in front of her. The massive bulk of just the head was bigger than her and she slowly approached it with the irrational fear of the beast suddenly coming back to life and melting off her skin. Of course, nothing happened when she reached it, so she stuck a shaking hand out and ran her pale fingers across the ivory skull. The surface was surprisingly smooth, feeling more like pearls instead of sandpaper like Dimeria had expected.

A mesmerizing sense of calm came over Dimeria then; her heart had a steady beat and her breathing was more peaceful than a cool breeze on a summer day. The yearning to stay down there and forget all of her worries pulled at her heart, until Dimeria suddenly realized that she had her own dragons that would one day grow to the very size of the skull she was touching, and maybe even bigger.

Where are they…? She began to wonder as she removed her hand from the dragon skull. Surely they couldn't be that difficult to find…

Scratches just at her feet forced an embarrassing squeak from Dimeria's mouth as she jumped backwards a step.

Dragons.

One was a deep metallic blue, while the other one was dark silver with black and blue highlights shimmering throughout its scales. They awkwardly crawled closer to Dimeria, ironically coming out from under the dragon skull's mouth. They almost seemed to know exactly who Dimeria was. The common sense part of her mind wanted to run away like a scared little mouse, but the curious part of her mind was incredibly intrigued and before Dimeria knew it, she was crouching down before the small creatures and holding her palm out.

It was hard for Dimeria to believe that such small, lizard-like beings could grow into the fierce, man-eating beasts whose skulls were being kept in the dungeons. Her 2 dragons nuzzled her palm gently, their slick scales running smoothly against her skin. An awe-filled grin stretched across her face the longer Dimeria stared at them.

These were her dragons. These were her children.

She wasn't sure how long she stayed down there just kneeling and watching the 2 baby dragons, but it nearly broke her heart when Dimeria left and she could hear the strange cries coming from them. She continued going though, feeling a strange sense of elation as she climbed up the spiraling steps; Dimeria never thought in her wildest dreams that her dragons could make her feel that happy.

But almost as if she was crossing an invisible threshold to an entirely different land, Dimeria felt the impossibly crushing weight of the lies and schemes she had gotten herself involved in. Within 10 seconds of being back in the main area of the Red Keep, she felt as if she had aged dramatically. Once again her lungs were not capable of expanding to their full capacity and her muscles felt limp with exhaustion, though she had hardly been doing anything worthy of fatigue.

Keeping her head down in an attempt to block out her problems, Dimeria began briskly walking down the hallways and back to her own quarters. More and more people appeared in her path as she went along, all of them busy with the preparations of the King's wedding. As a result of keeping her eyes down, Dimeria ran head on into someone, nearly falling straight back from the force.

"Mi'lady! I'm so sorry, please excuse me."

With an irritated sigh, Dimeria looked into the startled face of Podrick Payne. As much as she wanted to yell at him as she did her handmaidens, the sincere kindness that Podrick possessed stopped her; another factor that came along with her newly found conscience.

"Podrick..where are you off to in such a hurry?" She asked as she straightened her irritating dress out.

"Back to Lord Tyrion, mi'lady. I was fetching some books for him so he could better manage the spending that the crown is doing." Podrick explained.

"I see…" Dimeria said with pursed lips. She hadn't spoken with the dwarf ever since he had broken the news that she was a Targaryen; most of her anger was saved for Jaime at the time, but she still held some form of resentment for Tyrion.

"Well, I'll be off...unless there's something you need, mi'lady." Podrick suggested dutifully.

"No, no...go serve Tyrion like you always do." Dimeria said with slight exasperation. She made to walk away from him, but stopped saying, "You're a very loyal squire, Podrick. The world would be lucky to have more people like you."

She didn't wait for a reply, just simply turned and made her way back to her chambers. With eyes drooping like heavy curtains, Dimeria plopped down on her bed without worrying about changing out of her dress. Her mind swirled with all the different falsehoods that Varys and Cersei had thrown upon her. Each lie led to some possible consequence she would receive if she got caught, each one ending in unnerving deaths that made her muscles tense up when all she wanted was to relax and sleep.

Dimeria opened her eyes to rid herself of her hauntings, when a bit of red on the other pillow caught her attention. She propped herself up on her elbows and reached across to grab the mysterious rose to inspect it carefully. It was a ridiculous notion, but her first fear was that the rose was somehow poisoned and meant to kill her, but the thought was quickly dispelled when she saw some parchment with writing on it.

We need to talk, little warrior. Meet me at the training area at midnight.

-Jaime

Was it butterflies or nausea Dimeria felt at the thought of meeting Jaime? Reading over the note several more times for no reason, Dimeria found herself mindlessly smelling the rose he had left for her; she suddenly decided that roses were now her favorite flower. She rolled over onto her back as she held the rose to her chest, musing over what she should say to Jaime that night.

It was still only afternoon, so Dimeria decided to go ahead and take her nap; perhaps she would actually be able to get rid of the constant headache and forget about every ailing problem she had in her life, even if it was only for a few hours.

…

With the waves rhythmically crashing against the stones, Jaime began realizing how good of a thinking spot his training area was. He sat with one leg bent so he could rest his elbow on his knee and his back against the wall, listening for Dimeria's coming footsteps. While he thought his hearing was excellent, it took the clearing of Dimeria's throat to capture his attention. He stood up quickly to greet her, but remained standing in one place when he saw her take a slight step backwards.

"I, uh..I got your rose." Dimeria said awkwardly. "Thanks…"

The corners of Jaime's lips quirked upwards as he watched Dimeria nervously bite her lip. "No problem." He said quietly.

A thick cloud of silence formed in between them, seeming impenetrable at the moment since neither of them knew what to actually say.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" Dimeria said trying to sound normal, though being in Jaime's presence had sped up her heartbeat rapidly.

A heavy sigh was released by Jaime's lungs. He stepped closer to her and ran his hand through his hair. "There's no excuse for me lying to you, Dimeria. I...I did what I thought was right and I'll always stand by that decision, but…" He inhaled as he chose over his words carefully. "I can't stand this anymore!"

Jaime threw his hands up exasperatedly. "I hate not being able to talk to you like we used to, I hate that you avoid me every time you see me, I hate…" He stopped after realizing that he was rambling. "Is this as horrible for you as it is for me?" Jaime asked quietly as he looked down at his feet.

It took Dimeria a moment to even register what Jaime had said to her, for he had shocked her greatly. It wasn't often that Jaime confessed his emotions and it always pained Dimeria to see the expressions on his face when he did. The great Kingsguard warrior always held a mask of indifference and even arrogance, but when he let the mask drop, he showed the face of a man that suffered every day for his actions and the actions of other people. Dimeria always ended up being caught off guard when she saw Jaime in this other light.

Sitting down against the wall just as Jaime had moments before, Dimeria dropped her face into her hands. "I hate it too…" She muttered. "I don't even know what to do with myself anymore. I feel so…"

"Lost." Jaime finished for her as he took a seat next to her. Dimeria nodded and began twisting her hair around one of her fingers.

A painful buildup of pressure strangled Dimeria's chest and ribs as she felt hot tears forming in her eyes. "I hate it here." She said quietly. Jaime turned to regard her inquisitively. "I hate the lies, all the schemes and plots, I hate everything about this place." Dimeria clenched her teeth as she felt her mounting frustration coming to the surface.

"I know you do." Jaime said. "That's why you wanted to leave...but you didn't…"

Dimeria tilted her head back and wiped her tears away. "I can't." She admitted. "I can't leave."

"Why?" Hesitation was more than obvious on Dimeria's face as she considered Jaime's question. He looked away from her then. "You still don't trust me…"

"I want to, Jaime…" Dimeria squeezed her eyes shut.

"Then just do it." Jaime almost snapped at her. "You can tell me anything, Dimeria."

Dimeria's resolve began slipping away. Just as Jaime admitted that he needed her, she was finally beginning to realize that she also needed him. With one deep breath, Dimeria opened her blue eyes and felt her walls crumble away to nothingness.

She told him everything. She told him what had happened after he kissed her; the fire, her eggs falling into the flames, and one of Varys' little spies coming to find her. She told Jaime about Varys' plan to get rid of the King Joffrey and almost stopped at seeing Jaime's face tense when she mentioned his family.

"That's why I can't leave, Lannister. I have to help Varys do this." Dimeria said with a heaving sigh.

Jaime's brows furrowed at her explanation. "Who says you have to be involved in that; in any of that? This is dangerous, Dimeria…" He said, shaking his head.

"I know, it's just...part of me feels like Varys is right. Do you honestly believe Joffrey is good for this kingdom?" Dimeria asked Jaime.

"Of course not!" Jaime scoffed. "But...if anyone finds about this…"

"You're not going to tell anyone, are you?!" Dimeria panicked.

Irritation began coursing through Jaime's body. "Of course not!" He said as he sprang up from the ground to pace nervously. Dimeria followed suit, but did not approach him fully. She heard another sigh come from Jaime's lips. "I would've rather you left King's Landing than risk your life like this." He told her.

Dimeria felt as if his words pushed her back a step. "That would've meant leaving you, though." She said barely above a whisper.

Jaime turned to face her with an incredulous look on his face. "You didn't want to leave me?" He asked her. The sentiment meant the world to Jaime; he never would've expected Dimeria to feel that way.

A nervous warmth began spreading in Dimeria's stomach as she stood in Jaime's gaze. She smirked a little when she answered in order to hide her discomfort, though she doubted it worked at all. "I probably wouldn't have had any second thoughts about leaving if you hadn't...kissed me."

Jaime began walking closer towards her as she spoke, finding the spreading blush on her cheeks very amusing. He finally reached her and grabbed for her hands. "It was an impulse."

Dimeria rolled her eyes, but allowed Jaime to keep hold of her hands. "You should probably try to control your impulses." She said.

He leaned down closer to her face. "And if I don't?" Jaime asked with a slight rasp to his voice.

Trying desperately to think of some witty comeback, Dimeria could feel her breathing coming much quicker now as Jaime moved his hands up her arms and shoulders to caress her cheeks. She never got to respond to his question as he suddenly closed the small amount of space in between them and kissed her passionately.

…

He had won her back. Jaime didn't know how he did, but he didn't even care. All he cared about was that Dimeria was back in his life. Even Dimeria couldn't fully explain why she had chosen to forgive him. Perhaps it was when she finally realized that losing Jaime would've left a black abysmal hole in her life just like losing everybody else in her life seemed to do; Dimeria just couldn't afford to feel that pain again. How many scars did she have on her heart? Every day Dimeria felt the horrible ache of the loss of Aemon, Jeor, Jon, and of course Robb; and with everything she had been through with Jaime, Dimeria couldn't even begin to imagine how empty she would've felt at losing him. Both of them wondered how they had managed to overcome such a huge bout of betrayal, but neither of them chose to dwell on it for too long. They were both just happy that it was over.

"What are you going to name them?"

Dimeria looked into Jaime's green eyes. After the kiss Jaime had planted on her lips that left her knees weak, she realized that she had completely forgotten mention her dragons. What better way to break the news than to just show him? So Dimeria brought him down to the dungeons and there they were, watching the 2 dragons scratch and crawl their way along the stone floor.

"How should I know?" Dimeria said indignantly.

"It can't be that hard." Jaime said with a disdainful tilt of his head.

"They're dragons, Lannister. I can't just go and name them, 'Fluffy' or something."

"Well of course not…they don't even have fur." Jaime's sarcasm practically dripped from his mouth and Dimeria couldn't decide whether she had missed that aspect of his personality or not.

Despite her irritation, Dimeria found an amused smirk finding it's way onto her lips. She shook her head and sighed. "I don't exactly know any good dragon names."

Jaime chuckled beside her. "I'm sure Tyrion has some unnecessarily thick book with a multitude of dragon names you could use." He continued watching the dragons in front of him, not frightened since they were of no size to harm him, but still rather perplexed that they existed in the first place. He didn't go as far as to touch them like Dimeria seemed fond of doing rather, he simply settled for watching her interact with them. Her face lit up the extremely dark dungeons with the pure happiness that burned in her eyes. Jaime didn't think he had ever seen anything like it.

While being completely focused on the sight before him, neither Jaime nor Dimeria heard the footsteps of a new presence behind them.

"I see that you've let Ser Jaime in on our little secret."

Dimeria and Jaime spun around to see Varys watching them with a mysteriously bemused expression. Although Jaime tensed up at the sight of the eunuch, Dimeria didn't seem quite as unnerved.

"Trust me, he's known that secret way longer than I have." She said. Jaime would have reacted angrily, but he could practically hear the smile in Dimeria's voice, so he simply shook his head.

"I see." Varys said, though it was clear Varys had known this information from the very beginning. "I would inform you that it is imperative that this knowledge remains hidden from other ears, but I am sure you are more than aware of that." Varys said as he turned to regard Jaime.

"Yes, I am aware." Jaime said with a small sigh.

With a curt nod and a simple word of farewell, Varys turned to leave, but Jaime stopped him. "Lord Varys!" Jaime said taking a step forward. "I forgot to thank you."

"For what?" Varys asked curiously.

"For sending me out to find Lady Dimeria. You were the one to inform me of the danger she was in though, funny enough, she was in no harm when I got to her." Jaime said, suddenly realizing that Varys had some other reason for sending Jaime to Dimeria that night.

"Hm, funny how things work out." Varys said not revealing anything. "Good night, Ser Jaime." He said. "My lady." Varys said with a nod towards Dimeria who returned it.

With a slight smirk, Jaime turned back to Dimeria who was watching him with a cocked brow.

"What?" He asked.

"You should know better than to try to guess that man's motives." Dimeria said.

"He's hardly a man…" Jaime scoffed and earned a glare from Dimeria.

"Why, because he doesn't have a cock?" She asked crassly.

Jaime laughed at her. "You said it, not me." He said raising his hands defensively.

Dimeria rolled her eyes at him. "You're a cruel man, Jaime Lannister." She began to make her way past him then, but Jaime quickly snatched her wrist and pulled her back flush against him.

As much as she wanted to pull away from him, the beat of Dimeria's heart was too quick and loud for her to think clearly. His emerald gaze search her sapphire eyes to the very depths of her being for what seemed like an eternity. With her breath coming in short rasps, Dimeria bit her lip ever so slightly.

"What, are you going to kiss me again?" She asked teasingly.

"Are you saying you don't want me to?" Jaime asked with a cruel smirk. "Because I doubt you would be able to live without one."

Playfully narrowing her eyes, Dimeria pressed her lips into a tight smile that revealed dimples Jaime had never noticed before. "Oh, I would be perfectly fine without one. I believe you're the one that would suffer without the kiss."

A dangerous sparkled glinted in Jaime's eyes. "You think so?"

Dimeria put her hands on Jaime's muscular chest then and pushed him away to arm's length. "I know so, and I would be happy to prove it."

"And how is that?" Jaime said as he dropped his hands to his hips.

"Let's see how long we can go without a kiss. And when you come to me because you just can't stand it any longer, the game will be over." She said with a smug grin.

Jaime rolled his eyes. "We may as well kiss now and just get it over with." He said as he took a step forward, though Dimeria just as quickly took a step back from him.

"Are you already breaking under the pressure, Ser Jaime?" She said with mock politeness. "I must say: pleading does not become you." She turned away from him and began walking up the steps.

Jaime shook his head and laughed. "How long are you going to make this last?" He called after her.

"Oh, I don't know. I'm a very competitive woman...and I hate to lose."

Woohoo! Jaime and Dimeria are finally as 'together' as they can be in King's Landing ;) I've recently tried mushing their names into one couple name, but can't think of anything...what do you think?

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