Maya was walking down the halls of the Tower of the Hand when Arya stormed passed her and Maya laughed, "What did you do now?"
"I was acting like beast," she mimicked Septa Mordane's voice over her shoulder.
Maya shook her head at her little sister as she laughed and then saw Sansa walk past her giving her a cold glance. Maya rolled her eyes at her stubbornness. I can never understand that girl sometimes. We could be as different as night and day or in her case, blood. She went inside of the dining room and smiled at her father when he said, "War was easier than girls."
"I take great offense to that, father. I wasn't that bad."
"That's because you had your brothers and Theon with you." He said.
Septa Mordane nodded. "Yes, but you were a handful. Now you are getting married to the heir of the most powerful and wealthiest family in all of Westeros. In just four days you will be Lady Maya Lannister of Casterly Rock, wife to Lord Jaime of House Lannister."
"Yay," she deadpanned.
"Don't be rude. You should be lucky that you are marrying someone like him."
"I would've been even luckier if I were to marry a lowborn with bad breath instead of him." She quipped.
Her septa gasped in horror. "How can you say such a thing?"
Maya's lips curved mischievously and her father couldn't help, but smile at his daughter. She always liked making her septas go crazy. "Maya," he warned softly.
"I don't want to talk about my wedding or my marriage," she said sternly to Septa Mordane. "I don't want you to ever talk about Ser Jaime and me ever again, do you understand?"
Her septa nodded hesitantly and Maya said, "Good."
To be honest, Maya was stressed out and anxious for the wedding in a bad way. She just wanted to already get the dam thing over with. It was really all too much for just a few hours of celebration. The king forced them to have the wedding in the Great Hall which made her even more nervous because that meant more people.
And since Maya didn't have her mother by her side and had the queen instead, it made her uneasy. Every time that the wedding dress was shoved on her, it made it impossible to breathe. This was how she was going to die for sure. She wanted to go out with a bang, not by the fabric of a dress. Maya wasn't being a brat or anything, it or well they just annoyed her. And by "they" she of course meant the ladies at court who would giggle and blush at everything even if it was just a freaking flower placed in front of them they would say, "Oh, look at that. I bet you an admirer sent it. Is he courting me? Does he want to deflower me?" Yada, yada and all that mumbo jumbo.
"Would you like something to eat," her father asked.
"No, I'm afraid I'm having my dinner with Ser Jaime."
"You two have been getting close," her father said.
Her entire body tensed in her seat then stood up. "I have to go somewhere. Excuse me, father and septa."
She walked out of the room and froze when she saw Jaime striding towards her, not in his Kingsguard uniform. She would never admit it to him or anyone else, but he did look handsome without the amour. He smirked at her which brought her out of her thoughts. Jaime immediately kissed her, holding her face in his hands. His lips consumed hers reminding her of when he had kissed her in the garden and she had let him. Apparently that was permission to do it every time he saw that they were alone.
Jaime's lips were surprisingly soft, but experienced. From Jaime's part, it was hot and passionate, but in her part, it was rough and fast like he was rushing to be somewhere. He pulled her to a well hidden corner and pushed her against the wall, resuming his action from before. When he started to kiss down her neck, she whispered in an almost pleading kind of way, "Jaime…someone will…see…"
He chuckled. "You are to be my wife soon. Did you not like it?"
His gaze at her was intense and intent on finding out her answer. She gulped nervously and looked down. "I don't know. It confuses me most of the time. You confuse me!"
She pushed him away from her and stormed away, feeling a wave of shame wash over her because of the way he was making her feel right now. There was tightness in her belly now every time Jaime touched her. It seemed to grow because Jaime had been kissing and touching her softly. She slammed her chamber door shut and sighed loudly. She let out a loud groan as she fell face first onto the bed. She envied the silence that surrounded her and basked in it for a moment. She smiled as she curled into a tiny ball on the bed and wrapped herself in the sheets, messing up the made bed.
"Why can't I have your favor?" Jaime asked as they sat at the table on the balcony facing the sunset.
"Because I don't want to give it to you. I have someone else in mind." She said after she took a sip of her Dornish wine.
Jaime choked on his wine and coughed it out. He cleared his throat and rasped, "Who?!"
She smirked. "I was going to give it to either Ser Barristan or Ser Loras."
"What have I done to anger you so?"
"You are being inappropriate with me." She said simply. "Constantly."
"Did you not like it?" he asked curiously.
"That's not what matters!" she snapped angrily.
"Yes, it is. You liked it, didn't you?"
"That's not the point, Jaime-"
"You haven't called me 'Lannister' in a while," he said in a sing song tone.
She stood up, her chair flying backwards as she shouted, "I hate that you think that just because we are getting married that you think that you can put your goddamn hands on me! I HATE how you're so fucking arrogant and think yourself a god just because you have money and haven't been defeated yet! Seven hells, Lannister! I hate that-"
Maya didn't get to finish because Jaime had already stood up and pulled her over the table as he kissed her passionately. He lifted her up on the table, he couldn't help, but feel surprised when he felt her kiss him back just as passionately. Jaime quickly moved all of the plates, food, goblets, and wine pitches to the ground with his hand. They fell to the ground, splattering everywhere. Jaime spread her legs as he bit her bottom lip. He gently pushed her back onto the table and ripped open her gown while she tore his jacket off. He kissed down her neck to the top of her breasts. She moaned so softly that Jaime could barely hear it.
Jaime opened her corset and her breasts came popping out. He bent down and sucked on each of the nipples, tugging on them with his teeth. Her hands gripped his hair and moaned. He kissed her neck again and said, "The things I want to do to you right now."
She gently put her hands on his chest and pushed him away, an unreadable expression on her beautiful face. "We can't do that again…not until our wedding night."
"You kissed back…why?" he urged as he put a strand of her hair behind her ear.
She shrugged. "I've never gone that far before…I was curious."
He groaned and rested his forehead against her shoulder. "Are you serious? You didn't feel anything…"
"I don't know what I feel for you. I can hardly stand you yet…" she shook her head. "Yet there is something."
"I feel the same." He smiled amusingly at her. "Maybe it's the universe trying to give us a sign or something."
"I don't believe in fate, Lannister."
"So I guess that Jaime thing was only a one time thing, huh?" he asked as he leaned back up and looked at her.
"Yes, yes it was. Just like this is."
"Why must you be so difficult?! Is it so hard for you to let yourself actually feel something?!" he snapped loudly as he paced in front of her when she fixed her torn gown. "I mean come on! No one is as complicated as you are! You have these walls surrounding you and you're afraid that if you let someone in that you'll just get hurt!"
"Why do you even care?" she asked angrily. She stood up as well and got in his face. "I mean I find it a little suspicious. You didn't care before about me so why do you care for me now? Are already falling in love with me when I told you not to, huh?"
She turned away from him and opened the chamber door and said coldly, "I don't want to see until the wedding. Good bye, Ser Jaime."
He sighed and strode out of the room, but not before saying, "Things will change."
She scoffed. "Things haven't changed over the last two hundred and ninety four years so what makes you think that they'll change now," she questioned.
"You. I think that you can change if you have the patience and determination for it." Jaime confessed and then walked away.
Is that what he truly believes…that I can become something so much more and greater than before if I set my mind on it? Maya then made a choice and it was all thanks to Jaime Lannister. She knew right then and there that this place wouldn't be able to handle her because she was going to give this place a run for it's money.
She smirked and closed the chamber door, her knowing smirk never leaving her face.
TBC…
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Yeah, I think you guys may love next chapter because, well, you'll just love it ok. SO you'll just have to wait and see what happens. I really do hope that you guys liked this chapter and I hope you don't think that this is a little fast or confusing so I'll try to explain it.
You have to understand that Maya is a very private person so when Septa Mordane tried to ask her about Jaime and same with her father, she got angry and ignored them. Same goes for Jaime, she is very protective over her body and feelings and emotions. She doesn't like Jaime so she feels this guilt or shame come over her because she knows she can't feel this way about him which will be explained more into the next chapters. Maya is also a complicated person who doesn't like to show weakness because she was almost raped and she NEVER wants to feel that vulnerable again like she had when Jaime was kissing her.
Jaime is just as confused as her because he gets this feeling when near Maya so being the curious one that he is and also the warrior that he is, he listens to his instinct about her and is trying. Do not get me wrong, they hardly feel anything for each other right now. YAY!
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