"Why did you decide to suddenly be Tyrion's champion for the trial?" Maya questioned Oberyn with a raised eyebrow.
He shrugged. "We all know who's going to be the Lannister's champion."
"Don't. Please," she begged softly. "I don't want to see you get yourself killed."
"The only way that I am dying, Lady Lannister, is by taking that monster with me to Hell. If I am to die then you can be sure that I will take him with me," Oberyn promised fiercely with a charming smile.
She rolled her eyes. "Have you no care for how the others-your family will feel about this? They're a bunch of hotheads much like you, might I add."
Oberyn narrowed his eyes at her playfully and then told her, "I have something for you."
"Oberyn, you know I hate it when people give me things like presents," she protested and huffed angrily. "I don't want it."
"You will," he drawled out. "Once you've seen what I've gotten you."
She glared at him while she crossed her arms over her chest. He pulled out something wrapped in cloth, handing it over to her. "Happy nameday, Maya."
"My nameday is in two days actually," she corrected, letting a smile come onto her face.
"Tomato, tomato," he dismissed with a wave of his hand. "Open it."
She sighed heavily and unwrapped it, stopping when she saw the long dagger inside. It's hilt silver with white engravings involving her house colors…House Stark. The sigil was engraved on the front and back and she read, "Winter is coming."
Oberyn smiled and pointed to the bottom of the blade, telling her, "I had your name engraved here as well."
And there in cursive writing was Maya Stark.
Not Lady Lannister.
Not a Traitor.
Not Lady Stark.
Just Maya.
Maya let a genuine smile grace her once cold face and she chuckled in amusement when he whispered, "I told you so."
"Thank you so much, Oberyn," she said and hugged him. "I love it and it's beautiful."
Oberyn nodded and hugged her tightly, whispering, "Always keep this dagger by your side wherever you go, Maya. It will protect you and I had it made by the strongest steel so that it could not break on you."
Maya nodded and replied, "I know. Thank you so much again. I love it, Oberyn."
Maya had this bad feeling wash over her suddenly when she was walking towards the stadium where people came to watch Tyrion lose the trial and be pronounced guilty. It seemed by the cheering that they wanted him to be guilty. They would've felt the same about me if I weren't married to someone they greatly feared.
She wrapped her stomach protectively as she watched Oberyn fight the Mountain, taunting each other. She slipped on the armor and made sure that her stomach was protected at all costs. Maya unsheathed her sword, the steel shining in the sun's light.
"Ah!" Oberyn screamed in pain.
Maya looked horrified at the sight before her as she watched The Mountain crush Oberyn's head like a piece of grape between his hands. His victorious laugh seemed to haunt her and then she snapped at seeing the sight of him…Oberyn…the man she loved once.
Maya gripped her head, freezing as she realized one thing. Time to start remembering…
She had to face the reality of her life, it was nice to just forget everything, but she relived it when her memories came back a couple of weeks ago. Maya had her helmet in her head and she stared down at it, her reflection staring back at her. She let it fall from her fingertips as she asked, "What am I doing?"
Maya felt herself turn around, tearing off the armor as she was walking away from the fight that she so craved. She went far away from the temptation, knowing that there has to be another way to free Tyrion and kill The Mountain. There were so many different scenarios going through her head that she was beginning to have a headache sneak up on her.
She walked back to their chambers, wondering if they could ever leave this place. She sat on the bed and curled into a ball when she laid down. Maya felt like turning everything off for just a little while. She wanted her family back.
Jaime walked into the room, inquiring, "Why did you walk away, Maya?"
Maya looked up from the book that she was reading. "What are you talking about?"
"Tyrion's trial. I saw you." She stiffened. "You were ready to fight him, but then you walked away from a fight-from Tyrion…why?"
She set the book on the table and stood up. "I remember everything, Jaime. I have for a while now."
"Why did you pretend," he asked calmly.
"I wanted to forget all the bad things that ever happened to us. I just wanted to pretend for a little while longer…but then I was pregnant, Tyrion was accused of killing someone he didn't even kill, Oberyn died, and I now think that your sister is planning something of a way to get rid of me," she explained. "A lot happened and when I realized that I couldn't be myself without remembering, I walked away. I have to grow up now and face the reality that my world is gone-my family is gone. All that's left of the Starks are a Nightwatcher, a little sister who's ran away, and me…this child is all that's left of my home. I can't risk the possibility to lose something so precious again."
"Losing our daughter, Hope was never your fault," he softly told her, standing in front of her. "I'll truly never understand how your mind works, but I know that there is not an evil bone in your body. Your love is true and so is your honor and compassion towards others. Those are the things that made me fall in love with you. Even if you did change, I'll always love you. Always and forever, remember, Rose?"
Maya smiled while she chuckled in spite of everything. Jaime kissed her head, wrapping his arms around her. "The moment I laid my eyes on you, I knew I loved you."
She scoffed lightly. "You're such a liar when it comes to being romantic."
Jaime laughed, his chest rumbling. "Everyone lies when you think about it."
"When will we get to leave this Hellish place, Jaime?"
"Soon," he responded. "I promise."
Maya looked up into his eyes and told him, "Please don't break this promise to me, Jaime."
Jaime nodded and kissed her lips passionately.
Maya strode through the door and Grand Master Pycelle looked up, completely startled at the woman.
"My lady-"
"Where is he?" She interrupted.
"I-I have no idea-"
"WHERE IS HE," she shouted at him, a cold expression on her face.
After seeing that look in her eyes, a look that he had seen on one man before…King Aerys, Grand Master Pycelle stepped aside and answered, "Behind that curtain. Resting."
Maya let out a soft angry growl and stormed over to the curtiain, but not before she threatened the old man, "If you tell anyone that I was here then you can be sure that the fate I will bring upon will make you beg for death, but I won't give it to you and do you want to know why?"
Pycelle stared at her, waiting as his anxiety spiked throughout his body.
"Because death to you would too kind," she finished and went behind the curtain, her dark purple skirts flowing in the wind as she rushed towards Ser Gregor who lied on the bed.
"Have you come to kill me, little girl," he mocked softly, his eyes looking her up and down in appreciation. "You can try, but I will tell you that I will give you the same fate I gave the Martell girl. Would you like that? The Queen said you would."
Maya stepped forward as he continued, "He's a lucky man to have such a woman with your body…the things that I could do to that gorgeous body of yours. Fuck you bloody until you screamed my name and tell me to keep going. Fuck you until you become wet under my fingertips…she was wet in the end."
She scoffed. "I wouldn't touch you to scratch you, you disgusting piece of shit."
He roared with laughter. "If I weren't weak, I would shut that dirty mouth of yours by jamming my cock in your mouth."
"How brave you are to speak to me like that," she said calmly, seeming unaffected by his words. "I could have you killed in the snap of my fingers and I would do it myself since when I kill a man, I want them to know it's me killing them…a feeble woman who defeated them. I will kill you. One day of course. I will repay the debt you gave so many others…and I will let my wolf eat the meat off your bones and I will laugh at your misery. Then I will dishonor your body by hanging it where all can see your shame. That is the fate that I will bestow upon you. One day."
"I would like to see you try," he rasped out, sweat prickling his body.
Ser Gregor suddenly leapt off the bed and wrapped his large hands around her upper arms, shoving her underneath him. He pinned her arms beside him, staring down at her as she struggled.
"Let me go this instance," she growled. "Pycelle!"
He laughed. "He can't hear you. No one can. Scream all you, my lady, the Queen made sure that no one was around."
"She what?"
"She wants me to give you the same fate that I did to Elia except to do this first before I raped you," he suddenly punched her stomach causing Maya to scream out.
"You son of a bitch," she cried and struggled to get away from the man that smelled worse than any other man she had ever met. She noticed that the man was not hurt. He was only weak which meant that Oberyn's blade never pierced his skin.
He never got his revenge for his sister…he died for nothing.
He slapped her across the face, ripping her skirts apart as he undid the strings on his breeches. He bit her hard on the top of one of her breasts, marking her. Maya screamed out in pain and felt something wet draw down her armpit. She saw his mouth bloody and then he hiked up her skirts to her waist as she tried to push him off of her. She felt his hands pry her legs open wide and let tears run down her cheeks as so many thoughts went through her head.
Maya stopped and looked up at this monster above; he seemed to stop as well, staring her down. She leaned forwards cautiously and kissed him, whispering, "I want you. Please."
He smiled in victory. "Are you wet, my lady?"
She nodded meekly. "I am…very much so, Ser."
He pulled down her corset, releasing her breasts as he gazed down at them. Maya had her hands on his shoulders and pushed him gently onto his back, telling him, "Let me show you why the Kingslayer loves me so much and treasures me just like Oberyn did."
They smiled at each other and Maya let out a girlish giggle as she went down his body, she saw him close his eyes in pleasure when she touched his manhood.
Ser Gregor screamed in bloody murder as he gripped his crotch, blood pouring through his fingertips. Maya stood up, fixing her torn clothes. Her lip was bloody from the slap she received from him. Her hands and dagger were both bloody, she held his cock in her hand then grimaced at it.
"It's quite small actually," she commented then carelessly threw it aside. "My husband's is huge."
He kept screaming until she strode forward, gripping his chin. She stared coldly into his eyes. "I told you that I would repay the debt, monster. Oberyn gave me this blade so no doubt he probably dipped it with a deadly poison. I don't know which one, but now I can't wait to find out."
She winked at him and stabbed his chest, continuing, "Don't worry…I didn't stab a major artery. The poison will do that for me of course. Good-bye, Mountain…you've been defeated by a woman and to know that you will never have me. Ever."
Maya pushed him on top of the bed, wiping the blade over his tunic to clean it. As she slipped it back into belt and walked out of the room, she whistled a tune that he knew so well.
And who are you, the proud lord said,
that I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
that's all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
a lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
as long and sharp as yours.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that Lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o'er his hall,
with no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall,
and not a soul to hear.
TBC…
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