Myrcella -Eyrie 304 AC

The silk sheets were soft as clouds and Myrcella felt as if she was flying in comfort in her husband's arms as she gazed into his deep blue pools and drowned. She caressed his jaw and knew even after their lovemaking, she still held his attention. "I noted you finished planting the orchids." He said. "The garden is really coming along."

Myrcella beamed. "You think so! Truly?"

"I would not lie, Myrcella."

"No, you wouldn't," she giggled. Not well anyway.

Jasper promised to stroll with her in the garden later in the week, and her husband always kept his word. Though she figured he had another reason for the stroll. I know all about that little surprise he wishes to give me. Jasper was beyond adorable. There was little in the Eyrie she didn't know of. She knew all about Tommen prank dyeing Bran's hair in the middle of the night. Blond Bran was the stuff of nightmares. Bran thought it was Adrian who did the deed and placed rotten fish in his boots. She knew Mya Stone was with another child. And she knew Bran Stark was obsessed with scrolls on prophecy and magic of bygone ages and had roped her brother in such nonsense. Silly, impressionable Tommen! He had taken such work out of the library. Naturally, she had Maester Colemonexplain such as irrational and nipped the potentially dangerous weed in the bud.

Jasper, her beloved, purchased a beautiful diamond necklace for herself. It's so lovely he tries to surprise me! Her husband, beyond the stern lordly mask he tried to wear, was a thoughtful boy at heart and spoiled her. It was slightly annoying he was more challenging to spoil. I want to spoil you. Stop fighting me! She wanted to scream at him, but she had to play the game. Even if she knew the end result would be her winning and drowning him in love and adoration and creating a perfect family high in the clouds.

"Our boy Roland threw another tantrum when he dropped his toy horse. He kicked his nursemaid with his little legs."

Jasper looked concern. "Is he not happy? Does he require more toys? I could order more for him." He gasped. "It was the blankets!" His eyes narrowed. "I knew I should have stayed with blankets from the Vale. Why did I buy silk from Essos? Stupid!" He facepalmed. And Jasper was beyond high strung with the children. They were scarcely two, and she worried they may give him grey hair. I hope not. I love his auburn curls.

"Husband. It's not the blankets; they are fine." She teased.

"Did someone upset him? It was that Freya woman then. She's too rough with them." His eyes grew hard and stern as thoughts of interrogating the staff swirled in his mind.

"No, darling." She soothed him. "It's just the terrible twos. He needed a time out is all."

He stretched his limbs and relaxed. "Ah." He coughed and used his lordly voice. "A just course of action for his misdeeds, then. I suppose everything is fine then, and I'm being a silly man."

Myrcella kissed him chastely on the lips. "Our boy is sweet. He said sorry when he was done."

Just like the father.

She caught him hymning their Alyssa to sleep in the nursery. "Hush, little Alyssa, don't say a word, Father is gonna buy you a falcon. If that falcon don't fly, father is gonna buy you a diamond ring and if that diamond ring is dull father is gonna to buy you a golden crown and if that gold crown is too big, father is going to buy you a brave prince, and if that brave prince is rotten Father is going to toss him through the moondoor." Myrcella knew Jasper went to the nursery more than he would ever admit. He grilled the guards posted outside, and only accepted the most diligent and stalwart of his guardsman to take up their posts. He interviewed everyone from the cooks down to the nursemaids who interacted with his children, and he often had pillows removed or new blankets provided. The nursery was never quite perfect in his mind. Jasper was such a falcon, obsessed over every twig of his nest. Myrcella knew she should intervene to keep her husband's stern reputation upheld, but she didn't have the heart. It was too sweet, and she wanted her family to be happy and close.

"Well, he gets it from you like his eyes." He leaned in.

"And he has your hair." Myrcella replied, hands entangling.

Her husband turned her over and rubbed her naked shoulders. She whimpered out his name soft and submissive as he did it perfectly as he always did. "Darling." She panted. "Can I rub your shoulders? Please."

Jasper flushed. "You don't have to do that."

"But I want to!" She said.

Jasper only nodded, as he always did when he didn't know what to say. Usually a sign he was embarrassed or flustered. It took me a while to notice that about him. She rubbed his shoulders, but barely made any impressions on his muscular body. Her soft breasts pressed against his back as he let out a small groan. "Oh, Jasper. I hope I please you." She panted, her lips pressing against his neck. "Is there anything you wish me to kiss or touch? I will if you ask." And it certainly excited him. Myrcella could see and feel it. He's mine. And after she satisfied him, she would tell him he would be a father again and he would be very happy. My happy husband! Everything was going perfectly as she planned, and then she saw it.

The eight-legged monstrosity in front of her own eyes with its hairy legs and vile eyes extending down on its web like an agent of the Stranger. Myrcella screamed a high shriek and jumped back.

"Myrcella, are you okay? Did I do something wrong I-"

She pointed at the evil creature that sent a shiver down her spine. "Kill it! Get Red Rain and slay it! Jasper protect me!" She disappeared under the covers.

Jasper raised a brow. "You mean the spider?"

"Get rid of it! Burn it with fire!" Spiders terrified her.

"It's just a spider. I don't think it would hurt a fly." He paused. "Well, maybe a fly, but certainly not a princess." She reached for a pillow to protect herself as Jasper placed the spider on his hand, and it crawled over him. "It's a noble hunter. It's more scared of you than it." He smiled. "You know he just told me his name is Rolly, and he's sorry for giving your fright."

Myrcella lifted her head up from the sheets. "You named it?" She grew appalled. "ABSOLUTELY NOT JASPER ARRYN! WE ARE NOT KEEPING IT!"

"I think you would grow close." He teased. As he placed the spider in an empty cup. "I know a suitable spot for him outside."

When he returned, she beamed a bright smile and clapped. "My hero! You saved me!" And hugged him tightly. It wasn't the way she wanted things to go, but Myrcella knew she could make it work. It merely required her to be a bit more flexible, but while he was away, she knew it could actually be better this way. Sometimes when playing cyvasse you had to switch strategies as the game played and Myrcella figured this was one of those times.

"Myrcella, it was just a spider."

"A big spider!"

Jasper chuckled. "Alright my silly wife." He kissed her on the brow. "Lets get you tucked in."

Myrcella shifted shyly before him. "It was not simply myself you saved, but your child as well." And placed his hand over her womb.

Jasper grabbed her and twirled her around, laughing madly. "MY WIFE IS WITH CHILD!" a little Brynden Myrcella hoped. I know Jasper would love to name a son after his ser.

"I am." she squealed happily. "I am." They twirled and twirled around and around. "Husband, put me down!" She protested lightly. "I'm getting dizzy."

"I'm getting dizzy, too." Jasper admitted as they laid back down on the bed. The room was spinning around them as he began speaking almost incoherently about the plans for the child. What names should they choose? Should they have a new nursery used? Myrcella was adamant about Brynden for a boy, but Jasper wanted a Tommen for her, and it was beyond sweet. It's going to be Brynden, though. A girl they both seemed fond of, Sharra. It was a good Arryn name. Names were very important. They need good Arryn names.

He caressed her cheek as if it was made of glass. "I'm happy to know. Another gift shall come into our lives. Our flock shall grow." He kissed her chastely on the brow. They got back in bed, and she shifted the conversation to his horses. Otherwise, he would get himself worked up over the new babe. Myrcella saw it in his eyes, so she shifted it to something he couldn't help talking about. He could talk all night about them. Her husband loved to babble about critters and Myrcella merely listened and nodded along as he stopped in mid-speech when he was describing how to teach them voice commands. "I…I can't lie to you. I've known you were with child for a few days." He blurted out.

If she was sleepy it, woke her up. "Oh?" She asked, perking up. "Then why didn't you say anything?"

"It's unknightly to take a piece from a lady's board." Oh, darling, were you playing with me? How adorable! She wanted to kiss him silly for it.

Myrcella felt her heart pounding in her chest, but her voice was relaxed. "Oh?" She played the innocent girl. "I don't understand. Piece? I'm confused, lord husband."

"I love you, Myrcella." Jasper said.

"I love you too, Jasper." Myrcella said.

And sealed it with another goodnight kiss.

Jaime

An orange cat with black stripes leapt at him, snarling a fierce cry. Does it think itself above a lion? He shoved the spear straight through its mouth and out of its throat. It died in a pool of its own blood, but the sound of fighting sang throughout the sandy field. Jaime was beyond bored and was just going through the motions, cutting through men with ease. They tried to gang up on him, and he swatted them down like gnats until only one remained. The axe wielding fool with his foul stench was a terrible fighter, but he led him on allowing himself to imagine as if he were the Smiling Knight. My finest fight, I crossed blades with him twice. Two amazing blows. And now he fought mere rabble like this green bearded man. Jaime slashed and took his hands from his body with a half hearted blow which for a regular man was as quick as lighting. He fell to his knees, still breathing.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!" The crowd roared.

Bloodthirsty today, aren't we? Jaime mused.

He gazed up at his master's box, who lifted his finger down. Oh, does he think he can command me? "Mercy." The crippled asked him. And it was the worst fate for a man to be a crippled. It would be better to kill him, but it was poor sportsmanship to kill a disarmed foe. Well dishanded? Was that a word? Tyrion would know, but Jaime felt it should be.

Jaime walked away from the man. "Kill him Andal." A command was uttered.

"Not feeling it." Jaime smiled. "I've entertained you enough. Haven't I? Come on, are you not entertained?!"

The crowd roared with approval. "CHAMPION! CHAMPION! CHAMPION! FREE HIM! FREE HIM!" Jaime basked in the adoration of the masses as it irritated the rich men in their silk robes and necks, wearing necklaces of gold and silver. They glittered in the sun as servants fanned them while sweat dripped down his brow. It didn't seem fair he toiled while they were fanned. I'm the son of Tywin Lannister. How did such soft coincounters rule a city? Instead of real men who trained in the courtyard. He gave a flamboyant bow to the guard with the irksome spears and whips circled around him only for them to part, creating a path for him at the word of the Masters. Oh, they won't punish me. Defiance sells and the crowd loved it Jaime noted the vein on Renshans forehead looked close to popping. It was slightly amusing. Slightly amusing, of course. The day was still terribly tedious and dull.

Tya was waiting for him, and she didn't jump this time when they tossed him in his cage. "Tell me of my father." She mustered some command in her voice and brought her hand up. "No jokes. No quips. I want to know him." A feeling of fondness spread in his chest towards the girl. She acted as a mouse, but occasionally a bold lion. Her tongue turned fierce and her tone biting. You can't dim radiance even in the squalor. It was nice to have some tolerable company, and if he squinted just right, he saw Cersei. It hurt being away from his other half, but she made it more bearable. A pity he would have to leave without her and her brother Jason. They would only slow him down, and he needed to get back to Cersei. Uncle Gerion must have named them. If only he was here with Brightroar, he could kill any man here in the city.

"Fearless today are we?" He asked with a smirk. "I'm not feeling very talkative. Tend to me."

Her hands shook before clenching into little fists. "How may I tend to you?" Her voice became smaller, and he leaned back on the bed lazily.

"I have dirt on my face. Remove it." He grabbed her wrist before she touched him. "Dab Tya. Make sure you do that." She nodded meekly.

She dabbed the dirt and rough sand from his face and his scalp. Once he had a long flowing mane of golden hair, but they shaved him as if they could control him. Tame him. Don't they know you can't tame a lion? "You should remove your boots." Tya noted. "Sand is coarse rough and irritating and gets everywhere." She blushed when he raised a slender brow and spluttered. "Unlike the sand on the beach, which is smooth and soft on the skin." Oh girl, are you flirting with me? It was natural he supposed, he was well endowed with a handsome face and a chiseled body. A good man would let her down gracefully with a gentle smile and a kind word, but where was the fun in that? She was the only worthwhile entertainment he received all day.

"Oh, go on about sand." Jaime smiled. "It's very interesting stuff. The height of romance." His tone was filled with mockery.

"Are you making light of me?" She huffed and threw the rag to the ground. "You are clean enough."

And he chuckled as her eyes burned. "Fearless and fiery. I'm rubbing off on you, Tya."

"No, you aren't." She denied. "You are delusional if you think such." And when she grew off centered, she sounded more like a highborn lady than a lowborn bastard.

"Delusional." He tasted the word. "Advanced word for your station."

"My brother taught me." She mumbled a curse. Oh, you act stupid. Smart. Very smart. Jaime wanted to meet this famed Jason. Does he look like Uncle Gerion? He wondered. It would be nice to discover if he was easily messable like his sister, or maybe he would run circles around himself like Tyrion. I hope you enjoy pissing over the Wall, brother. Jaime missed his family. His heart ached for them, and even this half Lannister could only do so much.

"I want to meet this brother of yours."

"Unlikely, Master Renshan is not one to give in to demands."

Jaime smiled. "I'm very persuasive." And leaned back. "Now sing me a song. I like songs, something perky." Her eyes widened before sighing and tried to sing a soft song, but it was like listening to the last howls of a dying cat. It sent him roaring with laughter.

"Stop." she complained weakly. "It wasn't that bad."

Jaime laughed harder.

She reddened a deep shade of red and twisted away from him. He thought he noted some tears in her eyes and he softened. "It wasn't that bad." Jaime said.

"Really?"

"No, it was terrible, but memorably terrible. If you are going to be bad, at least be memorably bad." He brushed some hair to the side. A Lannister always needs to make an impression. There was no place for mediocrity.

Tya chuckled. "I suppose you would know ser."

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"Wouldn't you want to know?" Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and Jaime smiled at the playful voice. It suits her. He was lost in the moment, as voices echoed down the halls, shattering the brief respite of happiness. Jaime heard the heavy breathing of Master Renshan a very distinctive sound, and he pressed Tya roughly against the metal bars. Her legs wrapped instantly around his waist. "Sorry." He caressed her cheek to convey his sincerity. "Fake it." He whispered before kissing her as gently as he dared. Though the way she kissed him, he doubted she was faking much as she whimpered out his name.

"WHERE IS HE? WHERE IS MY CHAMPION!?" He laughed. "He's fucking his bitch." And slung his arm around his tittering scribe. Jaime cursed as he tossed her onto the cot like a rag doll. "Oh, did I piss you off Andal, you fucking broke my balls and my heart. Why can't you be more like a eunuch? Kill when I tell you to kill?" He shook his head like a disappointed father chiding his son for speaking out of turn. "What do you think I should do with him?"

"See him whipped." Hizdar's voice shook.

"Oh, yes, that's really going to work. Sound idea." Jaime noted.

"Insolen-

Renshan laughed. "He has you there." He paced and swore as he has Tya dragged out of the room. Renshan smacked her on the ass as she walked out. "Pretty and exotic, just like her mother." He mentioned when she was out of earshot. "She's an amazing bed, warmer. Gods, her tongue."

"No doubt." He replied indifferently. "Shall you chastise me? I grow tired of them."

"No." A smile spread from ear to ear. "You are going to make me a lot of coin."

Jaime didn't like the sound of it. And he didn't like the words that came out of his mouth. Taking a fall. The man wanted him to lose to some shrimp, as part of an arrangement with one of his rivals. They would split the fortune of gambling winnings down the middle. Renshan pledged no harm would come to him. He promised him lavish conditions. A beautiful apartment and servants to tend to his every whim as if he cared for that. I don't lose. They expected him to throw a match to some weakling. I'm Jaime Lannister, I don't lose. Naturally, he pledged he would be a good little sheep and do as he said. It would be beyond amusing when he lost all of that coin. His wrath would be great and he would suffer, but Master Renshan would need him to recoup his losses. A few beating, a whipping, it didn't matter. I'm too valuable for him to kill.

How could he hope to hurt me?

And maybe he would make a large enough bet it would force him to sell him back to his father. It seemed as sound as an idea as any.

Tya

She dreamed of golden strands as delicate as her own and bright green eyes that made her knees wobble when he looked at her. He was a beast, but a kind one, and she liked the tender way he commanded her lips and tongue. Did he like the way my breasts pressed into his chest? She was a woman of seventeen name days and had formed a womans figure and Tya hoped he loved the feel of her when they made fake love. She wanted him to feel something about her. Most boys didn't spare her a second look because of her foreign look. A plain Andal bitch they named her. Hurtful words, she accepted meekly. I always have to accept everything with no defiance. She was little better than dirt to everyone save mother and Jason. Everyone walks over dirt. Dirt is nothing. She was nothing. The only time she felt she could be free was in the cage with her monster. Jaime looked like her and he told her his hair was just as bright. She wondered if it was true or another one of his jokes, but she believed he was telling the truth. And she knew the way she felt about him. Tya had pressed into his back with her hands, and felt his muscles. He has never lost a fight. She knew, and his arms felt strong and safe.

He loves another woman.

Never had Tya hated someone so deeply and profoundly than this mysterious woman he refused to name who had his loyalty. She wanted to rip out heart and crush beneath her fingers.

"YOU STUPID GIRL WHAT IS THIS!"

Tya paled.

"LOOK AT THIS PLATE YOU CALL THIS CLEAN!"

The tiniest remains of grease remained to the fine porcelain. Mistress Kiera was a stern woman with an ugly mannish looking face and the woman didn't tolerate any weakness. She ruled her life with an iron fist. "I'm sorry, mistress." She said automatically dipping her head submissively. It didn't save her from the sharp blow that brought tears to her eyes.

"Show me your other cheek."

It was almost too much defiance lingered in the back of her skull. Jaime would have been defiant. But she did as bid and cried when she was done. The tears streamed down her cheeks as they forced her to get back to work. The other kitchen girls and boys snickered and laughed at her misfortune. They hate me for being Jason's sister. They hate us for our position in the household. She hated them, but washed her pots and pans dutifully until her hands were red, sore, and cramped. Her faced throbbed with a deep pain. Mistress Kiera dismissed her with a simple cold command and she departed back to her miserable quarters, but they were her own.

"Ow!" she yelped.

"Sorry sweetling." Mother said as she dabbed her cheek with a cloth. The water was cool against the bruise.

"It's fine." She sulked.

Mother's brilliant blue eyes gazed with sympathy as she stroked her hair. Her face had aged beautifully. Slender with short raven hair. "My poor babe." She whispered. "Your not." But there is nothing you can do. Tya wished to seethe, but said nothing and held a default blank look. "Just hold your head down and endure." Mother knew what plagued her, and the fire that burned beneath her skin. "Go away. Don't let them see your tears." Tya wanted to lash out, but she didn't.

"Yes, mother." Tya said.

"Men do not care for our tears." She pressed into her cheek. "Half a dozen men may lay with you without shame. We are dirt, nothing more." She didn't want to be dirt. She wanted to be more than it. I wish to be free, I wish to be bold. I want to feel the wind kissing my cheeks again.

"Jaime doesn't think I'm dirt."

Mother's nails dug into her arm, and she looked as if she had seen a ghost. "What did you say?" Her voice turned hard. It frightened her. Mother rarely used such a tone with her.

"Jaime doesn't think I'm dirt. He's Ser Green Eyes." She said, "Mother, you are hurting me. Did I do something wrong?"

Mother was somewhere else as her eyes narrowed. "No sweetling. You did nothing wrong."

Tya searched for her courage. "Do you know Jaime?" Is that why you grew up upset? She wondered.

She ignored her and dabbed her cheek in uncomfortable silence. "Mother." She tried again.

"We are done." Mother kissed her cheek. "All better? Yes?" Tya said nothing and scrunched up her face. You're lying to me. You know him. She stood up, about to fight for the truth, when Jason walked in with an easy smile for them. Mother rose to greet her darling boy with a fierce embrace, and she suppressed the urge to lash out. Tya wanted to tell Jason, her other half, what mother had said or what she didn't say, but he had enough on his shoulders. He already feels impotent and powerless enough as it was. And they ate an orange Jason had secured for them from the market. A small purchase his limit income afforded him. The Masters family could eat bowls of oranges until they grew sick, but they were dirt and only a single orange between the three of them. She savored every delightful bite.

Hizdar, the Master's Chief Scribe, fetched her for Ser Jaime. It was unusual. Apparently Master Renshan wanted to provide him with extra comfort for his fight on the morrow and wanted her to stay overnight. She betrayed no emotion to it and nodded mutely, but it was quite thrilling. An entire night with my beast! A powerful beast and she had questions and he would answer them. I want to know father's name. Her mother never mentioned him. Never, not a single time in passing, and he would tell her. I wish to put a name to the shadowy figure of my mind.

The guards tossed her into the cage and locked it shut behind her. Jaime's green eyes scanned her and widened when he noted the purple bruise on her cheek. The mockery left his eyes and pity remained. Pity was the death of lust. She refused to meet his gaze as her cheeks became flushed. "Who hit you?" He hissed. "Name them!"

Tya grabbed her arm awkwardly." It doesn't matter."

"Someone hit you." Jaime scoffed. "Of course you matter." He grabbed her roughly and brought her in close. "You have my blood. Lannister blood."

Lannister? Did she have a last name? "Lannister." She lifted her head. "I know not that name, or the name of my father. You might as well speak another tongue."

Jaime swore. "You should not have grown up in this place." He said and tilted her chin up. "You should have been raised in the Rock, with your half sibling Joy Hill."

"But you said I'm a Lannister. Why would she be a Hill?" Tya asked, feeling very slow.

He laughed. "It's just how things are done." He sighed. "Hill or no, you should have grown up in the Rock surrounded by your kin." He paused for a long moment. "Gerion. Your fathers name is Gerion." Her heart raced in her chest. A name she actually had a name.

She flung her arms around his neck. "Tell me of him, Jaime. Tell me of my father." He talked of Gerion Lannister. A kind man, Jaime named him with a quick smile and easy laugh. Everyone loved him, he claimed. An image formed of the man, laughing green eyes, tall with a thick golden beard. "He left Lannisport searching for Brightroar, the sword of my house. We never learned what happened to him." He sighed. "My father sent men searching for him, but they caught no wind of him."

Tya figured him dead, but she had a name at the least. She offered thanks, tears in her eye which he wiped away like one of these knights Jason told her about. She couldn't wait to tell Jason about their father and everything she had learned. It would cause his eyes to light up in curiosity. "I'm tired." Jaime announced as they shared the bed. She wished he would actually take her as he was supposed to. Tya would do whatever he asked and he would make her more than dirt. It would be perfect. When she woke he was gone, but she could hear the distant screams from the Pitt. "Ser Green Eyes! Ser Green Eyes!"

And Tya knew he won as he always did.

Jaime

"Ser Green Eyes! Ser Green Eyes!" The crowds chant echoed in his mind. It was a sweet sound, almost as sweet as lovemaking with Cersei. No disdain or disgust in their eyes. I'm no Kingslayer here. And Jaime bent over with another spasm of laughter when he recalled how Renshan fainted in his seat when he cut down the Braavosi fighter. Maybe I killed him, too? Wouldn't that be something? The guards had to help him back to his cage.

Tya was waiting for him, sitting on the bed with her legs crossed. "Why are you still here?" They normally sent her away. She merely flung herself at him and wrapped her arms around his neck possessively, as if he were a mouse she snared.

"I told them the Master wanted me to remain to please you."

"Why would you do something like that?" He pried her arms from him.

Tya paled. "I wish to hear more stories." Her voice said one thing, but her eyes said another. Stupid girl. A small crush was one thing, but this was growing to be something else. Only one has my heart. It was time to rip this root and stem.

"Oh? Only stories." Jaime mocked. "Nothing physical."

She spluttered.

"Don't be embarrassed. I am amazing." He smirked.

"I do not." She protested meekly.

Jaime leaned in. "You were quite vocal last night. Take me, Jaime. Ohh. It was hard to sleep." She flushed with embarrassment. "You have superb taste, but it's not happening."

"Cause of this woman!" Her hands curled into little fists.

Jaime rolled his eyes. "You are a girl and frankly a pale imitation." He destroyed her self-esteem with ease. His lord father would have been proud of the callousness. "I only have one love in this world and you are not her." She stumbled backwards, and she dipped her head broken. But he wanted to make sure it was gone. It'll only hurt the girl the longer it lingers. And Uncle Gerions girl deserved better.

"You are a pathetic little girl. Sad. Pitiful. I feel pity for you little more. Go on sob."

He expected her to redden or stammer, but she straightened her spine and held his stare, eyes burning everything to ash. "I'm a woman, and you'll take me like a man should." She advanced. "Forget this other woman. She isn't here." The boldness took him aback as he gawked for a moment. Where did the mouse go? Her lips twirled upward in a satisfied smile, as if she had won. Jaime was done playing and shoved her face first to the bars, bending her arm behind her back.

"I have one love." He hissed into her ear. "And it isn't you, Tya. Accept it. Move on." She squirmed, but while he held her arms, her tongue remained free.

"Then you are impotent." Her tone was biting. "Incapable of wielding the sword the gods gave you. A pathetic worm." His manhood hardened and lust coursed through him with the verbal lashing she gave him. It had been so long since he laid with Cersei and claimed her as his own. She was his love, but lust swirled through his body as a pool of heat formed. If he closed his eyes, it was as if Cersei pressed against him in the flesh. Smooth and soft with fire burning beneath. He wanted to rip the rags from her shoulders and seize her breasts in his hands and shove his manhood into her until she was begging him to stop. No. A small voice begged, She is only a girl. But he found he didn't care that much when she cut him down. "I don't think you've ever laid with this woman. You've only dreamed of her, how pitiful. You-"

He kissed her hard and was kissing her when the sound of boots approaching met his ears. Renshan didn't so much as chuckle as he approached. His eyes looked dead. The guards yanked him out and forced him to his knees. "Enjoy the match, Mast-" Renshan struck him. It was a weak blow. A girl like Tya could hit harder.

"Do you understand how much coin you lost me?" His voice was low.

Jaime shrugged. "A lot, I'm guessing. You really should have bet on me. I suppose you are wiser now." Blows rained down on him for a moment. They hurt, but Jaime knew he was winning. My freedom is near.

"You know, master." He said slyly. "If you are so desperate for funds, my father would pay handsomely for my little head. A small little fortune all for you."

Renshan laughed. "And would kill me before I had a chance to spend it."

"But you're so desperate." Jaime smirked.

He was desperate, and desperate men will do reckless things and dear Renshan loved coin. It was a little plan even Tyrion would have been impressed with. Jaime knew he was going to make a huge bet, knowing he believed him cowed and tamed. Arrogance. But Jaime controlled things. He was a golden goose. An ace in the hole to sell if need be and couldn't be killed. "I pledge I shall speak of my excellent treatment at your benevolence." Jaime said solemnly. He has no choice. Jaime thought. Greed and self preservation would win out. And he would see Tya and her brother brought back to the Rock as well. It was where they belonged.

Renshans face reddened. "A slave does not command a master! I would sooner die impoverished." He struck him weakly. "Whip him to the gates of death. You shall learn obedience." They ripped the clothes from his back. I really thought he would have been greedier. Oh well. do your worse.

"Don't hurt him!" Tya said foolishly, and she knew it too. She had wisely disappeared to the background and had been as silent as a mouse, but now she caught Renshan's attention. His dead eyes shifted between them as he roared with laughter.

"Whip the Andal bitch instead."

Jaime shrugged and gave an indifferent stare. "That's good with me. You can kill her if you wish." He lied through his teeth, and Renshan paused, considering it before chuckling. Tya, the stupid girl she was, didn't deserve to die. He was still hard from their passion. Why did you open your little mouth, you fool!

"Make him watch."

Tya wept hard, ugly tears as they ripped the rags from her back. "I've been good master. I've been good." Her tears gave way to screams when the leather whip cracked down on her smooth back. Ripping out flesh. Screams that returned him to Kings Landing. "Stop your hurting me, husband." Rhaella screamed as Jaime held his post outside the kings chambers. A knight was supposed to protect the weak and serve the king. But what if the king was cruel and beat his wife? What should you do then? So many oaths. So many oaths. One had to disappear deep within himself when faced with such terror, and Jaime buried deep within himself in Kings Landing. What else could he do? "Burn them all." Aerys said. The smell of burned flesh made him gag, but the screams, the screams kept him up at night. I stabbed him in the back. I saved them all. By what rights do they judge me for my greatest act?

He went deep within himself.

Crack!

"Man without honor."

Crack!

"Kingslayer."

Crack

"Soiled."

Blood flowed onto the filthy floor. When she left her chambers, Queen Rhaella looked as if a beast had devoured her with long claw marks that drew blood. So much blood. A pool of it. Tya looked as if Aerys had visited her. "Burn them all."

"Jaime." She cried out. Did Princess Elia call out for him to save her? Did she sound as desperate as frightened? "Make it stop." The Mountain split her in two. He hoped she died quickly. Her children cut up like butcher meat, even sweet Rhaenys. She gave him a drawing of a cat once. "Cats protect us! They are great. Brave and true. You are a cat of white." Princes Rhaenys giggled. But he didn't save her. He didn't save the giggling girl. Did she cry out for him, too? They found her under Prince Rhaegars' bed as if it would save her. Tya became more than Cersei on the ground, crying out for him. She looked like them all. Queen Rhaella. Princess Elia. Princess Rhaenys. Cersei. All of them cried out to him. A knight protects the weak.

"Stop, you've made your point." Jaime said.

"Have I?" The whip fell again, and Jaime could bear it no longer. "I'll do whatever you say." He fell to his knees and dipped his head and even kissed his boot. "Just don't hurt her."

Renshan laughed as his eyes twinkled with delight. "Theres my champion! Was that so hard?" Tya whimpered weakly. She looked very fragile and broken. Tears formed in his eyes, but he wouldn't see them. A Lannister showed no weakness. The man kissed him on the brow. "You are going to make everything back and more."

And he was defeated.

Tamed.

He tamed a lion.

If Lord Tywin saw him, he would be ashamed.

Authors Note: Sorry for the Prequelmemes refernce I recently saw Attack of the Clones and I decided to add it for my own personal amusement. Next up we are going to see Jaime deal with living and dead ghosts. And the chapter after that we are going to focus purely on a totally happy Robb wedding chapter. I'm sure nothing will go wrong.(Maybe for once Robb can have an uneventful wedding!) Fingers crossed! I decided when focusing on the Essos portion to split it up in two theatres almost in order to aid the cohesion and narrative. The two theatres at the moment will be Meereen and the Disputed Lands. Though a third will likely open up eventually. Anyway, thanks for the comments I always enjoy reading and replying to them