"S-Stop it," Maya giggled hysterically as Jaime tickled her. Winter laid on her side near the fireplace, sleeping soundlessly.
He laughed at her reaction when he did this. He liked it even more when he remembered that they were naked as their namedays. Jaime kissed her passionately on the lips, smiling into her lips. They'd just spent many hours together as one. Jaime wrapped his strong arms around her as she rolled on top of him, still kissing him. They broke apart for air and he cupped her face in his hand.
"Do you know how beautiful you are, Maya?"
Maya blushed and looked away. "I've never had a man tell me how beautiful I was until I met you."
"I love your blush too much for you to shy away from me," Jaime told her. "I spent months trying to get you to blush because of me, don't take that away from me as well."
"I…I remember that you wondered if you showed me your cock if I were to blush."
Jaime laughed. "As you told me right after, I was desperate."
"Why though?"
He sighed heavily and laughed, "I honestly can't remember. From the moment I saw you, I just couldn't believe how beautiful you were. Gods, I must sound so pathetic right now."
"No, you don't." Maya insisted with a light chuckle. "Of course I knew that I was somewhat pretty, but I was too insecure to consider beautiful."
"Inside and out…you are beautiful."
"I used to be on the inside, but that all changed when my family died."
"I sometimes wonder what life would've been like if my mother had lived."
"What was she like?" she asked softly.
"She was graceful…beautiful…she always reminded me of an angel-a fierce one at that. They said that while my father ruled the seven kingdoms he was ruled at home by her." Jaime chuckled and Maya joined in as well as she lay comfortably on his chest, her fingers absentmindedly making invisible patterns on his chest hair. "She was the only one that made my father ever smile and when she died…well, the best of him died with her. I had many dreams about her when I was little. I missed her so much."
"You loved her as much as your father did. It's expected."
"In all honesty, I can see why Cersei and my father hate Tyrion so much. They blame him for her death. It doesn't matter if he had been born with horns, a tail, mouse ears, or even if he'd been born normally, they still would have treated the same. At first, I did blame him for her death, but then when I was eight maybe nine, I realized that blaming him won't bring her back…that while I had memories of her, Tyrion had nothing and had no mother to bathe him, shower him with love and fairytales."
"I'm glad you realized your mistake before it could take any effect on him."
"After I realized what I'd done, I went to his cradle in the middle of the night and read him one of the stories that she used to read to me…" Jaime trailed off as he remembered their first meeting.
I hope I don't get caught…daddy will be angry…he's always angry at me and Cer.
Eight year old Jaime walked through the silent and dark hallways of the castle he calls home. His blonde curls were wild and untamed since he hadn't let anyone brush his hair since she died.
Mommy is the only one that gets to touch my hair…she has soft hands unlike the fat lady who's hands are rough and mean. I miss mommy.
Jaime held the large book in his arms as he struggled to walk with it. He gave a little grunt as he tried to hold the book and open the door to the nursery which was hidden away behind corners of the castle. He used his foot to push it open and found it unlocked. For some reason, this displeased a young Jaime and he didn't like the thought of his new little brother being so vulnerable like this.
He needs someone to protect him.
Jaime closed the door behind him as gently as possible. He ran up to the cradle and found that there was a cold draft in the room. He set the book down and said, "You must be cold. Here I'll start a fire for you."
Jaime rapped two rocks together until there were sparks that lit the entire fireplace. Suddenly the room was bright again. He put a stepping stool up to the cradle and stepped on it as he looked over and into the cradle. He knitted his brows in confusion.
"I don't know why everyone's got a fuss over you," he told a baby Tyrion whose eyes were wide open and held his own eyes. "You look fine to me."
Jaime sighed when he got no reaction from his little "brother". He put the book onto the ledge of the cradle and opened it up. "I'm sorry, Tyrion. I had a mother to read me these stories, but you never did and will never know the feeling of having a loving mother and will only know the feeling of hatred. I promise that I won't let anything happen to you, okay?"
Tyrion smiled brightly up at Jaime who immediately brightened and said, "Good then we have a deal. Now mommy used to read me all kinds of stories. Do you like fairytales?"
Tyrion's face scrunched up.
"What about a scary story?"
Nothing.
"A wizard story?"
Nothing.
"How about a dragon one, huh?"
Tyrion clapped his hands and wiggled his body around with another bright smile.
Jaime nodded. "Dragons, it is then?"
Tyrion nodded, smiling up at him. Jaime liked having a brother now…he liked having someone to talk to when he always felt lonely since his mommy was gone now.
Jaime was brought out of his thoughts when he heard his Rose ask him, "Would you be like your father if I had died in childbed?"
Jaime was quite was a moment, but when he opened his mouth to answer her, she beat him to it. "Don't answer it. I just want you to know that…that I don't ever want you to do that to our children if that happened. I want only happiness and laughter after I am dead. Promise me this and I will love you forever, Jaime Lannister."
Jaime gazed down into her eyes when she lifted her head off his chest and looked at him, he could see the tall walls that she built around her heart before she met slowly breaking to let him in once again.
"I promise," he replied softly.
She smiled in relief. "Good." She brought her hand to Jaime's face and moved aside his golden hair out of his face. "I'm glad that you're like your mother in most way than your father."
"How so?"
"You have her kindness and to believe that it was never Tyrion's fault that your mother died. I can see that your heart is true and that whether you like it or not, you are a good person."
But he wasn't…Jaime didn't see himself as a good person and neither should she. Yet she knew what he had done and what he did to her family and she still managed to find endless love and compassion towards him. She only saw the good parts of him.
He wished that she remembered what he told her about his infamous act, but he didn't want to, afraid that it'll somehow change her view of him. He was scared.
So Jaime kissed her passionately on the lips, rolling on top of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and gasped when she felt his hard cock rub against her hot core, wet for only him. The thought made Jaime smile. He leaned down and kissed her neck specially her pulse where he had knew that she would shiver in pleasure.
She moaned softly when Jaime entered her, filling her completely. Jaime groaned in pleasure as he felt her wet walls hug his cock tightly. They leaned their foreheads against each other's, relishing in the pleasure that overtook their bodies completely. Jaime let out a moan when she moved her hips as he moved in and out of her.
Her nails dug into his back as he kept on slowly thrusting in and out of her, teasing her.
"Jaime," she moaned loudly. "Please…faster."
Jaime growled as he sped up his pace, smirking when her thighs tightened around his waist, the tips of her toes gently rubbing against the tops of his ass cheeks. His hand squeezed her breast, twirling her nipple a little bit. She arched her back, her breasts pressed up against his chest as her mouth opened wide.
Jaime stuck his tongue inside of her mouth and his hand slowly drifted down her body and felt himself coming all too soon.
Maya moaned into his mouth as he quickened his pace causing her to climax against her wishes. Jaime kept on kissing her as she rode out her high meanwhile Jaime let his seed spill inside of her with a loud groan of pleasure, he stilled as she felt his hot sticky seed swirling inside of her womb.
Her chest heaved up and down, her skin felt on fire as his fingers lightly trailed down her body and down her flat stomach which had the scar of her miscarriage. Jaime stopped and looked down at it, his fingers tracing the healed stitches. She furrowed her brows in confusion and looked down at the scar. "Where did I get that from?"
Jaime sighed. "From the miscarriage."
"Were you there?"
"I was not because you told me that if given the chance then I should escape your brother and come back for you and our child."
"I wished I remember our times together."
"So do I…but I'm afraid that if you do then you might fall in love with a certain Red Viper." Jaime snarled lowly.
"I think you're just jealous that I had m attentions elsewhere during that time."
"You were supposed to be betrothed to each other, but my father stuck his nose in the way."
She cleared her throat loudly. "Excuse me, ser?"
Jaime rolled his eyes. "Pardon me, my lady, I meant that I couldn't bare to see you with him and I just had to have you all to myself."
She pouted playfully. "So selfish."
Jaime laughed and kissed her quickly. "Only with you."
Mmmn, raspberries and jasmine…
"You look like shit," a voice said from the darkness of Tyrion's cell.
Tyrion lifted his head and squinted his eyes a little. "Come into the light and tell that to my face."
"Such hostility," Maya commented with amusement as she walked into the cell. She glanced around his cell and shrugged. "I expected something worse than this."
"Oh, do tell your expectations, my lady," he said sarcastically.
She eyed him. "What's with the cold demeanor? I didn't realize that I looked exactly like your horrible sister."
"Perhaps not appearance, but your schemes are alike."
Maya scoffed. "Oh please. I am much smarter than her and I don't let my feelings of hatred confused with vengeance. There is a difference."
"That explains why I'm here…you planned to Joffrey and I'm just collateral damage is that it?" He snapped at her.
"I didn't know," she replied softly. I thought it was someone else. Or at least that's what they told."
"How am I supposed to take you for your word?"
"You know me."
"No," he snapped angrily. "I DON'T KNOW YOU! I know my Maya, the Mocking Knight, the woman who hated nicknames, the woman who fought for justice and freedom, the same woman who was the ever so protective over me like a sister to me. She was my friend and I was hers. She would have never let another take the fall for her actions. She possessed more compassion in her finger than most people possessed in their entire bodies! That's who I know! This Maya…this wicked, scheming, and vicious Maya who's so stuck on killing the people who murdered her brothers and sisters that she's willing to let her own sister die to prove a point that she doesn't care anymore and is willing and stupidly brave enough to slit a man's throat in public-I do not know this Maya."
Silence came upon the Imp and the Rose in the North-No, Tyrion thought, she's no rose anymore…more like The Wicked Wolf. Cersei was The Mother of Maddness while Maya had become The Wicked Wolf.
"I had to get her out, Tyrion," she replied so softly that Tyrion thought he didn't hear her, but he managed to. "She's my weakness and if they knew that then they will tear her apart until there's nothing left just like me. I am stronger and I know the game-I have a plan."
"Do I die in this plan?"
"Spoilers," she smirked and walked closer. She brought a flask out of her corset. "Now if I remember correctly you told me that you would like to die with a belly full of wine and a girl's mouth around your cock, yes?"
Tyrion couldn't help, but smile when he replied, "Something like that."
"Good." She said and threw him the wine which he caught and gulped some of it down. "Why do you not have any food?"
"My sister has mistaken me for a mushroom. She keeps me in the dark and feeds me shit."
Maya laughed. "You're hardly a mushroom."
"Oh?" Tryion asked, surprised brows raised up.
"More like a…well, let's just say that a small man can cast a very large shadow," she told him, her soft pink lips curving a little in amusement.
"Do you remember about Jaime and Cersei?" he asked bluntly. A hint of coldness came onto her face at the mention of Cersei and Tyrion had his answer. "I see that you do then."
"I know. She pushed my bother off a tower."
"Jaime did as well."
"He did it for her so she might as well have encouraged him to do so."
"It amazes that Jaime has not strangled her yet in her sleep." Tyrion commented.
"Why?"
"Cersei is a lying whore; she's been fucking Lancel and Osmund Kettleblack and probably Moon Boy for all I know." Tyrion answered.
"Does Jaime know this?" Maya asked, a hint of worry concealed cleverly in her voice.
He shook his head. "Now I know that he hasn't." Tyrion took another gulp of the wine. "Gods, I fucking missed wine."
Maya nodded. "I imagine so. You may think that I killed Joffrey, but it wasn't me and I can't say who. I was the distraction," she whispered.
"You have more reason to Joffrey than I do actually."
"Joffrey's not my target," Maya answered sternly.
"Who then? Cersei?"
Maya smiled and then said, "I must go. So many people to kill so little time to do so…" She laughed at the shocked expression on his face. "I'm just kidding, Tyrion. It was only a jest. Just remember that I like this new me because I am just about capable of anything now."
Maya walked out of the cell, but not before giving him a wink and then walking away, her heels clicking in echoes off the walls when she left him.
Once again, Tyrion was alone in the darkness by himself when he whispered, "That's what I'm afraid of."
Podrick stared with frightened eyes at the beautiful woman standing in front of him. She was strikingly beautiful and frightened him greatly…yet he somehow enjoyed looking at her. He could see why Ser Jaime took such an interest with Maya Stark.
"Y-You want to what?" he asked hesitantly.
Maya sighed in annoyance and rolled her eyes then pronounced, "I. Want. To. Be. A. Witness. For. Tyrion. Lannister."
"I just want to make sure that I was hearing you correctly, m'lady."
She nodded. "Do you understand then? Make sure that I am, even if you must give them this threat that I will testify for my friend even if I have to kill anyone-and I do mean anyone who gets in my way."
Winter growled at him in response in her own way of agreeing with Maya. Winter's eyes haunted Podrick in his dreams, the wolf always trying to chase him, catch him, and tear him apart until there was nothing, but scraps left of him. Podrick nodded quickly. "Yes, Lady Lannister."
"Such a moving way to testify, no?" An accented smooth voice mused from behind her.
She turned around and Oberyn admired her outfit of choice. A beautiful crimson red flowing dress the trailed behind her a little bit, but blew in the warm winds of The Capital. Her shoulders bare and hair twisted into an elegant bun with her bangs curled on the side framing her beautiful face. The dress had sleeves that were cut and hung from the dress with the top part of her body fitted perfectly around her breasts and waist. Red chandelier shaped rubies hung from her ears. She looked like the Queen in Oberyn's eyes.
Winter suddenly ran to Oberyn who quickly bent down and stroked her fur playfully as she tried to lick his face. Curiosity filled Maya as she watched them, not even noticing that Podrick had left rather quickly. Winter's tail wagged uncontrollably and Maya smiled as she remembered that Winter was a dog-wolf after all.
Maya laughed and whistled for Winter who's ears perked up and she trotted back to her mistress. She smiled at Oberyn and said, "I like to make a point saying that I cannot be swayed so easily to their side. I still value friendship."
"Let's take a walk into the gardens, yes?" Oberyn asked her.
Maya nodded and they walked side by side deeper into the gardens. Maya sighed and took in the warm air, pretending that it was the cold air. She opened her eyes when she felt something touch her cheek and saw that it was his hand.
"You look sad."
"I don't know how I feel." She confessed.
Oberyn and Maya stopped walking as they were now near the woods hidden from prying eyes. "Do you remember this place?"
Maya looked around and shook her head. "No, I'm sorry, but I do not remember. Is it supposed to mean something?"
Oberyn turned her gently around and pointed to where the sun met the sea at the horizon. She loved the way it looked across the glittering sea. She could feel the heat of Oberyn's body behind her. She felt something familiar about all of this. The scenery. Oberyn behind her. The confused and yet broken feelings hidden behind a curtain-mask of wickedness.
I straightened her back and said coldly, "I could never understand why the Gods have made me love such a hateful, selfish, cruel man. I wondered myself if or why I could ever love you…but then I realized that I misjudged you and the reason that I love you so much was because I was yours the minute you gave yourself to me and told me that you loved me and actually meant it, Jaime. You can't stop loving someone-I can't stop loving you…just like you can't stop loving your sister and she you. Our Hope is dead…hope died with her perhaps. I'm not the woman who made a vow to you, Jaime, I changed while I was away in Braavos and you changed as well."
"I did change," he confessed. "What are you saying, Maya?"
I looked at him. "I think it's best if we slept in separate rooms, Jaime."
I walked over to her door and said to him, "Because I cannot love or look at a man who judges me on why and how I can love someone…and a man who depends so much on a hand."
"I was my right hand." He raised his voice at me.
"Don't you dare raise your voice at me." I felt my eyes water because of the love I bared for Jaime. "I love you so much and you don't know how hard it was when we lost our daughter. I thought you loved me, Jaime…but I can see that The Kingslayer pulled the wool over my eyes."
I opened the door and said to him softly, "Congratulations…you fooled a Stark."
Jaime walked forward and was on the steps when he looked at her. "Like you said before…I will always love my sister and she me."
"Get. Out." I told him and he left the room.
After a moment had passed after she closed the door did I start to break down crying, putting a hand over my mouth as she fell to the floor.
Maya gasped as that memory suddenly flooded through her mind, she turned her head towards Oberyn and saw that they were so close to each other. She saw Oberyn's hard features soften as he looked at her. He snaked an arm around her waist and she felt that she had no control over her body as he led them to the tree's trunk. She tried to speak, but the way Oberyn's eyes held her own almost frightened her.
He knew.
He knew which buttons to push and which parts of body made her weak in the knees…I didn't…I couldn't have done that to Jaime.
Oberyn glanced down at her lips lustfully, he hesitated when he leaned in then he looked into her eyes as he softly kissed her lips. Maya gasped and she felt his tongue enter her mouth and dance with hers. His hands cupped her face in his hands, his fingers threading through her hair. The kiss was so…so passionate.
Oh, no…I felt so broken by Jaime that I went to Oberyn instead to relieve me of my pain. Please tell me, we didn't have sex with each other. Why did I do this?
Oberyn pulled away to breathe and his hand lifted her skirts as he stroked her thigh when he kissed her neck.
"Why?" she asked breathlessly. "Why did I cheat on my husband?"
Oberyn looked into her eyes and replied, "Because he did it first with Lady Cersei, his sister."
"He what?" Maya felt her heart break. "Did he…did we have sex?"
"No, but the night that you were attacked was going to be." He confessed to her, still holding her close.
Maya was suddenly relieved, but made sure to keep that emotion out of her face. She shook her head and then quickly slid out from his grasp and ran as fast as she could away from him, her dress flowing through the wind behind her as she ran. She picked up her skirts and panted heavily, never looking back.
It was fate, she thought, the Gods didn't seem to want me to break my vows to Jaime just like they didn't want me to be with Oberyn. I must've been destined for Jaime.
TBC…
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