"Oh, my Gods!" she said as she turned around. "You know what, here is what's going to happen, Ser Jaime. We are going to walk into that freaking sept, put smiles on our faces, and pretend like nothing ever happened when we're getting married. And you will do whatever I say no questions asked and you want to know why you're going to do this? Because I have leverage over your ass now." Maya said.

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."

The scene played through Jaime's mind over and over again, feeling as though he underestimated the eldest wolf. She is truly a She-Wolf…Jaime thought, I have to keep a closer eye on her now. Jaime decided against telling his sister about Maya. He knew that his little wife would be lying dead next to him in the morning. Jaime gave a quick glance to the side as he stood side by side next to Maya. They stood at the top of the steps, a large crowd behind them as the septon started to chant words. He was barely listening to the ceremony and was glad that his father couldn't make the wedding though he knew that it would only be a matter of time before they met. Jaime wondered what was going through Rose's head right then and there.

"With this kiss I pledge my love, and take you for my lord and husband." Maya said.

"With this kiss I pledge my love, and take you for my lady and wife." Jaime smirked. He leaned forward and kissed her lips. It was a soft and romantic kiss that seemed forever, but it wasn't.

"Here in the sight of gods and men," the septon said, "I do solemnly proclaim Lord Jaime of House Lannister and Lady Maya of House Stark to be man and wife, one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever, cursed be the one who comes between." They kissed again this time more passionately as every clapped and cheered because of the union.

When they pulled apart, Maya blinked in surprise. They both hadn't been expecting the kiss to be so passionate. Even he resisted the urge to reach up and touch his lips in astonishment. The coldness that had been in Maya's eyes ever since their little talk near the sea had softened. She looked like all the rest of the young girls who were being forced to get married to someone twice their age. He saw the fright, the terror, the guilt, the worry, and…and he saw hope. But just as quickly as it came, it disappeared in the blink of an eye. They walked down the aisle, fake, but real smiles on their faces as they held hands. Once they were out of sight, Maya tried to wrench her hand away from his, but he didn't let her.

"Let go of my hand," she said coldly.

"No," he said simply.

She scoffed and Jaime knew that he was walking on thin ice right now because she knew everything and knew who to tell if she wanted him dead. "I said let go or perhaps you've already forgotten how this relationship works. If the second one then I think you're age is starting to show, my dear husband."

He instead pulled her closer as they walked the down the steps to the gardens instead of the feast. She quickly glanced around and sighed, "What are you trying to do now, huh? You think that walking me through the gardens will make me feel something. Well, you're wrong because you tried to kill my brother and I don't take well with threats or murder plots unless I'm the one giving them."

Jaime smirked at her as they went into the gazebo that faced the Narrow Sea. Yup, she'll fit right into the family. Then again, to Jaime, she was always half Stark and now she was half Lannister. A lioness trapped in the body of a She-Wolf. Now there would be one hell of a ballad to be sung. He let go of her hand and she stepped away from him until her back hit the pillar holding the gazebo up. "Let's not pretend that you have power over me, Rose."

"Oh, but I do," she said. "You have no idea what I'm capable of."

"I as well."

"But I already know of the things you're capable of."

"Then why must you defy me?"

"Defy you?!" she gave a rich laugh. "Read between the lines, dearie."

"How so?"

"You don't scare me, Jaime. I know what you did and I know a part of who you are and yet here I am…obviously I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get what I want. Call me, 'spoiled' or 'a bitch', but you and I both know that I would win at a game of chess. We're the same."

"I'm not-"

"Yes, you are. You're a Lannister…that should be enough proof of it. You can fuck her all you like because I couldn't give a damn about you anymore."

Jaime gave a bitter laugh and came closer to her until their bodies just barely grazed each other's. "If that were true then why haven't you told your father yet, huh? Why am I still alive?"

She glared coldly at him. "Death would be too kind."

Jaime shook his head in disbelief at the Stark girl who is now his wife…a lion. He turned her around so that her back was to his chest and held her there as she struggled, moving her hips unconsciously. Jaime felt himself get hard and any witty reply he had on the tip of his tongue immediately died. He leaned down and kissed her bare neck. Then he kissed the bottom of her jaw line as his hands slowly let go of her arms. One hand was on her belly, keeping her pinned to him. The other was slowly pulling up her skirt.

He was surprised that she didn't push him away, but then he wasn't. He had been feeling this way ever since the night they made love. Wait, made love? I don't love her. I don't love her. I don't love her.

If you don't love her then why were you gentle with her? Why did you keep glancing at the crowds in the tourney for her and that was why you lost the tourney? Why were you so concerned about her well being even when you were angry at her? Why did lie to the woman you claim to love that if told then you would kill her? If you don't love her then why did you think that you made love to her, a voice rang in the back of his mind.

Jaime had this…well; he didn't really know what to call it. It was this feeling to be beside this woman? It was like this itch that needed desperately to be scratched and badly. His hands pulled down the wedding gown and it pooled around her feet as it fell to the ground. Jaime wanted to rip all her clothes off and kiss every inch of her body, but he restrained himself because they would definitely get caught. His hand went under her small clothes and found her sex. Jaime smirked against her hair as he felt the wetness pooled between her legs.

Your body never lies especially when your feelings are involved, Jaime thought.

He rubbed slowly as he kissed her neck and as his other hand gripped her clothed breast. She let a very quite moan escape her mouth and Jaime quickly covered her mouth with his greedy one. Their lips devoured each other's in passion. He started to rub the wet lips faster and faster. He slipped a finger inside of her and her breath hitched in her throat. She opened her eyes and stared into Jaime's.

"Please," she whispered against his lips, briefly glancing down at his lips.

Jaime turned her back around so that they were chest to chest as he lifted her up and onto the stone ledge. As he spread her legs and kissed her passionately, his hands fumbled with the laces of his breeches, untying them. He pulled them down, his hard cock springing free. He kisses devoured hers; they were hot and breathless with soft moans. As his tongue flicking against hers, he thrust into her. He groaned as her walls tightened around, feeling like a warm wet hug. Jaime held her as close as possible as he thrust deeper inside of her. She gasped at the sensation of how deep he was inside of her. Her hands shot out and gripped his shoulders as his hands went to her bottom and lifted her up and down on his shaft.

Jaime really wanted to see her breasts bounce up and down as she rode him. Now that would be a sight to see. She moaned loudly and Jaime laughed against her neck. "Jaime…" she whispered so softly that even he couldn't here it, but he did.

He remembered the night they…well, she never said his name like how he had said hers. Maya whispered his name again as she threw her head back and withered against him. He leaned his forehead against hers, her breath coming out in hot and shallow breaths. Maya's hands gripped his blonde hair, her nails scraping against his scalp.

"Ah…Jaime," she moaned.

Jaime growled in response and led them to one of the pillars. He pressed her back firmly against the pillar, kissing her neck. She shivered when he nibbled her pulse. Jaime knew that every woman had a spot on their bodies that made them go crazy and he wondered where hers was. Jaime put his hands under her knees and pushed them up to her chest. He planted a kiss on her collarbone near her shoulder and she groaned in pleasure.

She held tightly the hair at the nape of his neck and pulled his lips up to hers. She sucked on his bottom lip and smiled. Maya gripped his biceps as he pounded into her and then she climaxed, throwing her head back against the pillar. Jaime watched in awe as she was in her high. He quickened his pounding into her small body, not caring that he was probably hurting her. He let out a loud groan of pleasure as he spilled his seed inside of her yet again.

Their chests that were coated with sweat heaved up and down. Jaime softly kissed her then he pulled out of her and set her down on her feet. She stumbled a little and he bent down. He picked up her wedding gown and handed it to her. She quickly put it on her body and he tied the laces in the back.

"I knew you felt something," he whispered in her ear.

"I don't feel anything for you," she said. "Not anymore. Any chance you had with me and having a happy marriage, you just fucked it up in harsh terms."

"Stop trying to deny your feelings for me," he urged as he cupped her face in his large hands.

"Stop."

"You feel something for me and you're resisting it."

"Please, just stop. I can't do this. I can't forget."

"Why not? We'll just pretend that this past day never happened."

She shook her head. "You don't get it, Jaime." She pulled his hands away from her face. "I don't want to forget…ever."

She walked past him and back to the feast. Jaime stared into distance of the Narrow Sea and then he chuckled. I could have any woman in all of Westeros…except this one woman. Even though by law she is mine, her body is mine, but her heart is not. She will not be mine until I have her heart.

Jaime shook his head at his inner thoughts. What is happening to me?

Maya sat silently beside Jaime, her hands in her lap. She looked up from her hands and saw so many gifts from people she did not know. She hated how Jaime made her feel so weak just by a single touch. She picked at her food and drank only her wine. It wasn't strong, but strong enough in hopes of her not remembering a single thing tonight. She gulped down her wine and then went for more.

"You've had enough, Rose," Jaime whispered in her ear.

She scowled. "I haven't had nearly enough if I'm going to be married to you."

"You're still angry."

She scoffed. "Of course, I am. What, did you think that this would just go away with buying me diamonds."

Maya felt anger rise in her when Jaime had presented her with a beautiful diamond necklace with a blood red ruby drop stone in the middle. Jaime looked down at his food and said, "Well-"

"Seven hells! Really?!"

"That came out wrong. What I meant to say was that, I'm surprised that you're angry."

"I'm not angry at that. You can be with her all you like. I'm angry because you didn't even say you're sorry." She said softly, disappointment in her eyes and voice. They both knew she was talking about Bran. " You didn't even try."

They stared at each other for a moment then she stood up and wordlessly walked out of the feast. His eyes burned into her back as she walked away. Maya didn't know why she was so disappointed in Jaime, but she did. She knew that she was foolish for thinking that maybe he isn't the person that everyone says he is.

Maya walked into The Red Keep and went to their chambers. She took out the pins, the jewelry, and her wedding gown. She put them on a chair and slipped into her nightgown. She went to the balcony and hugged herself around her torso. The door opened and she knew that it was Jaime, but she didn't turn around. Why can't he just leave me alone when I ask him too?

"I'm sorry-"

"I don't want your apology."

"Then what do you want, huh?" he snapped. "I've been going out of my way to please you. I even tried to apologize to you!"

She whirled around and said angrily, "I had to force an apology out of you! It doesn't mean anything if you have to say it! You should just say it! Why is it so hard for you to apologize to someone?!"

She continued when he didn't answer her. "You shouldn't even be apologizing to me…you didn't ruin my life for your own selfish needs."

"Oh, but I did," he said and came closer.

She furrowed her brows in confusion. "W-What do you mean? Tell me."

"You're not ready yet."

"Not ready for what?"

He smiled sadly at her and tucked a chocolate brown curl behind her ear. The pad of his thumb softly rubbed the beginning of her jaw line, just below her ear. "Not ready for love."

She froze as he leaned in and kissed her hard on the forehead. She watched him walk back into the room; the moonlight glistened on the ripples of the water. She watched as he stood over the bed for a moment then crawl into their bed and sat against the headboard, patting the spot next to him.

"Are you coming?"

She nodded and walked back inside the room. She crawled inside of the bed and felt something wet on the sheets. She pulled them back and her lips slightly parted in shock. There was a smeared blood spot and she glanced up at Jaime. She wanted to say thank you, but the words never came out of her mouth. He did this for me…what did he mean that I wasn't ready for love? Did he mean for me to love? Or for his love?

Instead Maya ripped a piece from the helm of her night gown and took his hand that had a long cut on the palm. She tied it gently around his hand and then laid down on the bed. She turned her back on him and pulled the covers tightly to her body. She closed her eyes and lulled herself to sleep.

In the middle of the night, Jaime watched her sleep and sighed, feeling the palms of his hands sweat a little. He gulped and whispered so softly that he was sure that she didn't hear him, "I love you..."

TBC…

THANK YOU ALL FOR THE REVIEWS, FOLLOWS, AND FAVORITES! IT REALLY DOES MAKE ME HAPPY WHEN YOU GUYS REVIEW OR FOLLOW OR FAVORITE! Ugh, I really hate that Maya and Jaime are in such a bad place right now because it just frustrates me because all I want to do is make her forgive him and then for him to confess his feelings to her so that they could live happily ever after without Tywin and Cersei of course. I think…I have a strong feeling that next chapter that you guys will LOVE because it's just full of craziness because so many things will happen next chapter for Maya.

Next chapter we will see a bit of Maya's past and how she came to be the person who she is today, it'll be exciting. I'm excited! I hope you all liked this chapter.

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