"How could you be so stupid?" Cersei seethed just as she closed the door behind him.

"Calm down," Jaime said. Now, I have the both of them mad at me. They're almost the same person just one is older, a hateful queen, and blonde while the other is younger, a stubborn lady, and brunette.

Guilt shot through Jaime from time to time because he was lying. Rose did not know of his relationship with his sister or their children…and he planned to keep it that way. She would cut off his balls and cock if given the chance after he told her. Maya Stark was bold, reckless, and at sometimes, she was very…well, very judgmental. Those were her most fearful qualities and yet her redeeming qualities. The little wolf had surprised even him when she gave herself to him willingly.

"He's a child. Ten years old." She said, her voice softening yet still angry. "What were you thinkng?"

"I was thinking of us." She glared at him though he ignored it. "You're a bit late to start complaining about it now. What has the boy told them?"

"Nothing. He said nothing. He remembers nothing." She said quickly, pulling slightly at the ring around her finger with a lion in the middle of it.

Jaime's expression was one of disbelief at his sister's constant paranoia. "Then what are you raving about?"

"What if it comes back to him? If he tells his father what he saw…" Cersei argued.

"We'll say he was lying. We'll say he was dreaming. I think we can outfox a ten year old."

"What about my husband and the Stark girl, huh? Tomorrow morning you are getting married to her. If her family finds out then they will do more than just go to war, they'll kill you."

Not them, Jaime thought, Maya will kill me. "She won't know because I have her."

Cersei knitted her eyebrows, suspicion on her face. "What is that supposed to-" She sniffed. "That fragrance…what is that?"

Jaime stepped away and went to the balcony, the warm wind blowing through his blonde hair as he looked off into the distance. He heard her scoff. "You fucked her, didn't you?"

Jaime did not reply. For some odd reason, the way his sister described of how he took Maya's maidenhood made it seem wrong and dirty. He heard her walk up to him and say, "She'll say something Jaime…she's a Stark. They're all honorable."

"How can she be honorable when she has no innocence? No one would marry her once they've found out that I already ruined her."

"Did you like it." She sneered. "Of course you did. She's practically the doppelganger of Lyanna Stark. She's young and beautiful and clueless."

"Just drop it, Cersei," he snapped. "She won't tell anyone. And as for your husband well, I'll go to with him if I have to." He gave her a smirk that mocked her in a way. "They can write a ballad about us. The War For Cersei's Cunt."

Cersei slightly flinched and slapped him. Jaime laughed and when she tried to do it again, Jaime stopped playing around and grabbed her wrists. He twirled her around so that her back was to his broad chest as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her wrists in place as she struggled saying, "Let me go."

"Never…the boy won't talk. And if he does, I'll kill him. Him, Ned Stark, the king- the whole bloody lot of them, until you and I are the only people left in this world."

"Will you kill her?" he heard her ask softly.

No. "Yes. All of them." Jaime said as he started to caress her cheek and nuzzle his nose into her lavender fragrance, trying to forget her fragrance…the one that his sister had smelled all over him.

Yes, she smelled like raspberries and jasmine…mostly jasmine though. Yes, raspberries and jasmine.

Her handmaidens had filled her tub with steaming hot water as she woke up and scrubbed from head to toe until she glowed like a maiden. After she took a bath the maids trimmed her nails and bushed and curled her dark hair so it fell down her back in soft ringlets. They put up her hair in an elegant updo and she asked them to use the sapphire pins and they agreed. Her hair looked like a Queen, but it wasn't like a southerner's hairstyle.

Her maids brought her a section of fragrances. She picked some of them blended them together a blend of kiwi, orchid, white chocolate, jasmine, and musk. They looked at her with curiosity, but once they smelled it they smiled in approval and claimed that they have never smelled anything like it before. It was her mother's secret recipe that she used on special occasions. They dabbed some of her finger and behind her ears, under her chin, and then lightly on each of her nipples.

They brought her wedding gown to her. Her smallclothes were all pearl silks which made Maya uneasy. They tightly did the corset on her waist; she could still breathe, but barely. They slipped her wedding gown on her and laced her up. They gave her diamond and sapphire earrings that went perfectly with her. Her gown was truly beautiful and it made her glow. Her gown was silk of course, but her skirts were long and full, it had a beautiful cream color to the entire gown, and in front and on the sleeves was embroidered golden leaves or flowers she guessed, but it was still beautiful.

The exact image of a bride, she thought grimly. She frowned at herself in the mirror.

Another maid came into her room and brought her maiden's cloak: a long cloak of white velvet heavy with pearls. A fierce grey direwolf was embroidered upon it in dark thread. They took the cloak they fastened it about her neck with a slender silver chain.

Maya closed her eyes. She breathed in and out as she found herself alone in the hall leading to the large double doors of The Great Sept Of Baelor. Maya opened her eyes and glanced around and saw Winter walk up to her, her ears perked up for any sounds. Even as Maya looked down at her, she saw in its grey eyes that they both knew what she was going to next.

I can't breathe right now…I can't do this…I can't. I have to run. Run. Run. RUN!

They both knew that she was going to run away. Maya unclasped her maiden cloak and threw it over the ledge and into the waters. Maya quickly picked up her skirts and turned the other way. She darted down the stairs, her heels clicking on the pavement as she ran down flights of stairs. She heard clanking and looked around for a weapon; she narrowed her eyes on the brick. She picked it up and then slammed it in the guard's face. He was sadly a Stark guard, but she didn't think of that until she was away from here. He grunted and silently fell down unconscious.

She again picked up her skirts and ran into an alley leading under The Red Keep. She dared herself not to look back, fearing that someone was following her. She stumbled a little and went on forward. Maya shook her head at her foolishness. I am so stupid…why did I have to be such an idiot. Oh Gods, I may have caused a war. I am dead…I will not make it out of here alive. How am I even going to get out of here anyways? Yup, I am really stupid.

She saw a beacon of light at the end of the tunnel and ran towards it. Maya climbed up a hill and gasped as she saw that she was out of King's Landing well…almost. She hoisted herself up and then winced when she accidentally hit her bruise that she still had from the tourney. Shit, they're probably going to think that I've run away with Ser Dorren. Maya chuckled. So I am in love with myself, eh? That is going to one for the history books.

Maya climbed the stairs and opened the door that was above her. She looked around and saw that she was in Cobbler's Square. She hid in a random house and a little girl looked up at her. The little girl's face was in awe as she gazed at her from head to toe. "Are you the princess?"

Maya smirked and said, "Yes, I am. I'll trade you all of my clothes for a disguise."

She smiled brightly and ran upstairs. Maya looked around the small house and let out a breath.

"Are you're parents here?" she asked.

"No, they are gone for the day." She brushed off.

Maya knitted her eyebrows in confusion. "Are you always alone?"

"Yes, m'lady- I mean princess."

"It's alright. No need to be frighten of me. Are they nice to you?"

She nodded and Maya guessed that she was only six namedays because she barely had any teeth. "Here you go, princess."

"Thank you." Maya said as she started to take off all her clothes and jewels.

The little girl turned around and asked, "Why are running?"

"I want to have my freedom, choices, and-"

"And innocence?"

No, I had let me take it from me. "Yes, my innocence. I am afraid of what I may feel for the man I am about to marry."

"Why? Is he ugly?"

Maya chuckled softly. "No, he is not. But he might as well be."

"How? I thought you said that he was ugly."

"He is, but on the inside. I see that now." She said softly.

"Oh, sorry." The little girl said as she pulled her wild auburn curls back. She reminded Maya of a young Arya. Arya…father and mother…Sansa, Bran, Jon, Rickon, and my twin, Robb. I have to go back. Damn the…just damn them. I'm in so much trouble.

Maya put on the midnight dress over her corset. The sleeves were long, but she was able to move her arms. "What's your name?"

"Alekandera," she answered. "My mommy always told me that you can't run forever especially from your problems."

"I know, but I can sure as hell try though." Maya said softly then turned and opened the door. She left the little girl and found her freedom.

"Maya," a voice called and Maya's eyes opened. She knitted her eyebrows in confusion and looked frantically around. What the hell?! I was just…was it all a dream or something? Maya saw that she was still in the hall, waiting for the large double doors to be opened. She frowned. It was too good to be true. I had thought that I had actually made my way to freedom. How could i have been so stupid?

Maya turned her head to the voice and saw that it was her father. She smiled softly at him and touched her shoulder, concern written all over his old face. "Are you alright, love?"

She shook her head. "No, I am not alright, father. How is any of this ok? I will never love him and I don't want to. He's a murder, he's inconsiderate, he's arrogant, he's rude, he killed so many innocent people, he cares about no one, but himself and he's a…he's a monster."

She turned away from her father and wrapped her arms around herself; silent tears ran down her face.

Jaime went to go see what was taking so long. He slowed his stride when he heard Maya say, "How is any of this ok? I will never love him and I don't want to. He's a murder, he's inconsiderate, he's arrogant, he's rude, he killed so many innocent people, he cares about no one, but himself and he's a…he's a monster."

Jaime froze and the word "monster" rang in his ear over and over again. He peeked around the corner and saw her hug herself and watched as the tears ran down her face. He had never seen her cry before because she was so strong and didn't want to show any sign of weakness in front of him. She had cried only a day ago, but those were tears of pain…these were different tears. These were tears of sorrow and sadness. Had I caused this? Why is she…am I that terrible? I thought she was okay with marrying me. I thought she was okay with me.

Should I leave? Jaime listened closely as her father said, "I didn't love your mother and she didn't love me as well. She wanted to marry my brother, Brandon. Sadly, he died and when I left for the rebellion, she didn't care whether I lived or died." He chuckled at the memory. "I left you and your brother with your mother in the North; she was a stranger in there. I know that Jaime Lannister doesn't seem like the ideal man for you, believe me, I know, but in most cases of these kinds of marriages, they sometimes learn to love each other. It wasn't love at first sight for your mother and I, we fell in love over time. I can't say the same for Jaime Lannister, but perhaps you may learn to love him."

"You don't know what I heard, father." She urged. "I heard something and I know I wasn't supposed to hear it. We can't combine our houses with them. We just can't."

"What was it, love?" Ned urged. "What did you hear?"

"I-"

Just then, Jaime came from behind the wall and said, "Lord Stark, a word with your daughter."

Lord Stark reluctantly gave a nod and left. Maya turned away from Jaime and kept her arms around her body.

"What were you going to tell him?" he asked softly as he came closer.

She shook her head and angrily wiped away the hot tears on her cheeks. "Nothing."

"No, tell me. Why am I a monster in your eyes," he snapped softly. He came up behind her and turned her around. "Why am I a monster?"

"Because you tried to kill my brother," she answered angrily.

Jaime grabbed her upper arms and dragged her down the stairs and away from the sept. Maya struggled and when she tried to kick him, he hoisted her over his shoulder and strode down the flights of stairs. She squirmed on his shoulder and Jaime kept on threatening her that if she screamed he would do more than just hurt her. Maya was frightened of Jaime in that moment though she kept on a strong face. Jaime put her down on the ledge and she glanced around. They were so close by the sea that she could feel the sprinkles of water on her hands. If Jaime pushed her off the ledge then the rocks would surely kill her. She looked up and saw that they were beside the Red Keep…where no one would hear her screams. The water splashed violently against the rocks as the bright sun shined brightly on them.

"Why…why did you do it?" Maya asked, her eyes glued to him as his back was turned.

"You already know the answer-"

"I want to hear you say it."

"I pushed your little brother off the tower."

"Because he saw you fucking your sister, didn't he?" She seethed angrily. "What about Jon Arryn? Huh? Did you kill him too?"

Jaime whirled around and strode up to her. He was so close to her face to where their noses just barely touched. "You will not say anything to anyone, you will not repeat this to anyone, and we will not speak of this ever again. This stays between you and me."

"Just because I gave my maidenhood to you doesn't mean that you have any rights to me. I despise you in every possible way and I will repay that debt. I promise."

"When you are my wife, you won't have any rights left."

"I will never be your wife."

He smiled cruelly at her. "Never say never, Rose."

Fury raced through her body as her words were thrown back in her face and she slapped him across the face. His head whipped to the side, blonde hair getting in his face. Jaime could feel the pain slowly crawling onto his face. He let out a chuckle and then grabbed her wrists and forced her to stand. He opened his mouth to say something, but then he knitted his eyebrows in confusion as he leaned in closely and looked her in the eyes. They look so familiar…where have I seen her eyes?

Maya gulped nervously and said, "We should get back…they're probably wondering where we are."

He nodded then noticed her hands. He lifted them up and inspected them as she said quickly in fear, "Wait? What are you doing?"

"Your hands. They're…what have you been doing in your spare time, little wife." Jaime asked suspiciously.

"Let go of me," she said immediately, trying to wrench her wrists free from him.

"No, what have you been doing?"

"Why do you care?"

"Your hands are calloused and only knights have calloused hands from practicing all day long with a sword. So what have you been doing?"

"I said let me go," she shouted, pulling harder. She hissed as she slouched over. Jaime let her go and watched as she stepped back and put both her hands on her side, holding it.

"What happened? Did someone hurt you?" he said worriedly.

"No. I-It happened when Ser Dorren saved me." She stuttered.

Jaime cautiously walked closer to her and she gave a nod at him telling him that it was ok. His hands went to her side and softly pressed on the bruise. He felt around it and rubbed it around a little. She winced when he found the tension in the spot. He mumbled an apology and said, "It should've healed by now…"

"It is, just slowly."

Jaime chuckled. "You're lying to me."

She scoffed. "How am I lying, huh? You're the liar here."

"I can tell when you're lying."

She frowned and pushed him away. She turned away from him. "I will never forgive. I will never be your friend. You can't make this go away by threats about my rights, your charms, or by your looks. You tried to kill my brother. You even had me fooled…" she turned around and said sarcastically, "Well, congratulations, Jaime Lannister…you fooled the Stark girl and managed to manipulate her feelings into thinking that they were actually real. Good job!"

"What I said to was…I was not lying about my feelings."

"Oh, my Gods!" she said as she turned around. "You know what, here is what's going to happen, Ser Jaime."

Jaime's eyes widened at her words when they came out of her mouth. When she was done, she held her head high and started to walk up the stairs. When Jaime was still frozen to his place, she rolled her eyes and said, "Come on. We don't have all today, darling."

She is going to make my life miserable and the worst part about our deal is that…is that she knows that she holds all the cards in her deck.

TBC…

THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR THE REVIEWS, FOLLOWS, AND FAVORITES! I'm still kind of iffy on this chapter because of the things that took place during it. I'm trying not to make them friends or any sort of romantic relationship that they had before because come on, she just found out everything. I hope it wasn't too early for her to find out, but next chapter is the second part and you'll find out what she said to Jaime.

Basically, Maya is going to a bitch to Jaime since she as Jaime says, holds all the cards in her deck. Which means that she is going to be a badass. Oh, and where Jaime took her was the place in Season 4 when Jaime and Bronn practice each other. Also in case any of you are confused, when she "escapes", she's daydreaming about it and is like playing it in her head of how it would go if she escaped. Hoped you all liked it though. I really hoped you guys liked it.

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