Casterly Rock was just as beautiful as everyone had said they were. Maya managed to get away from her irritating handmaidens, exploring the castle by herself. Maya's pale fingers reached out to touch the stones of The Stone Garden.

The supposed godswood was small and as was its weirwood tree, twisted in some dark way that frightened Maya a little bit. The place had flowers and other various kinds of plants coming out from every angle and corner. It looked absolutely nothing like the one Winterfell has. Maya sighed as she sat on top of the bench that was in a secluded part of the garden which faced a magnificent view of the Sunset Sea.

She winced as her excitement bubbled through her when the babe had kicked her. She looked down at her bump which looked like she ate too much and had put on weight. Maya immediately thought, I can't lose him too...I don't want him to know the pain his home has brought me and what's left of my family. I don't want him to experience the loss of family...of someone you love.

Please, old and new gods, don't take him away from me...don't let me have anymore children. I beg of you.

"Maya, there you are," Jaime said as he had been searching everywhere for her. "Have you been here all day?"

She looked outside and noticed how it was already night. She was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn't even notice it has gone dark. Maya stared impassively at Jaime.

"Sorry," she muttered. "Just thinking is all...lost track of time."

"Is this about our fight earlier?" He asked as he sat down next to her.

"Yes," she replied softly. "I hate this place, Jaime. I don't want our child to be raised in a place where people are already trying to kill them before they are even born yet. They're already on someone's hit list, Jaime!"

"You think that I don't care," he growled angrily at her, fury in his eyes. "I do care about our child and their safety! That's why I'm trying to make where we leave safer so that we don't have to pack up our things and move to some place unknown to us, start fresh with practically no money, but the clothes on our backs. I don't want or children to worry about money or how their parents are going to pay the taxes!"

Maya scoffed as she stood up, snarling lowly, "Westeros will never be safe."

Maya turned away and stormed away from him as he watched her carefully. Jaime rubbed his face in frustration, starting to feel his age getting the best of him. He wished that she understood his feeling on the matter of moving their lives somewhere else. Some territory that they weren't familiar with. At least in Westeros, he knew his territory and surroundings. He knew the people, how they think, and what they wanted or well, what they desired most of all.

Maya was laying asleep in their bed once Jaime came back to their chambers. He sat on the bedside and said, "I want them to be safe...I really do, Maya. I love the both of you, you are my family and I want you to know that I would never let anything happen to either of you."

There was a long moment of silence before he heard Maya let out a deep sigh.

"I want the same thing you want. For us all to be safe, but you are a fool if you think that this place...this life is safe for anyone. This isn't a game, Jaime, you're not eighteen anymore, not a knight in the Kingsguard, you can't gamble with your life anymore. You have a family that you have to think of now, not just yourselves. I know you must mean well, but I won't stay here any longer. You can, but I won't let our child stay here."

Jaime whirled around on the bed, narrowing his eyes at her. "Are you saying that you will take our child away from me?"

Another long moment of silence slapped them both in the face, Maya finally answered him, her voice broken, "Yes."

"I think it's best if I slept somewhere else tonight," Jaime muttered, surprise lingering in his voice. He stood up and walked out of their chambers, leaving Maya alone to her thoughts.

After the doors closed, Maya let out a whimper. She felt a tear crawl down her cheek as she thought that maybe her and Jaime weren't meant to be after all. She thought that maybe this would be the end of their marriage and love...that they would suddenly be like Robert Baratheon and Cersei Lannister. He would take other women while she would raise their child by herself thus ending up hating him forever.

Maya didn't want to hate Jaime. She loves him.

Always and forever, they had promised each other, when she realized that it was Jaime who she loved and wanted to be with for the rest of her entire life.

And they say that opposites attract.

It seems that perhaps us being opposites of each other doesn't seem to be working out for the best. It actually making things worse since we both want different things and are now starting to discuss it. Jaime would rather live in a place where our family will always be targeted because of our pasts then start somewhere new where we know no one.

Maya snuggled closer into the bed, pulling the blankets up to her chin, closing her eyes so that sleep could take her in its arms.

Blood.

That's all she saw in her dream was blood.

There was blood everywhere and on everyone.

She looked around as she heard a familiar tune playing inside of her head.

"The Rains of Castamere," she wanted to whisper, but it never came out of her mouth as Maya heard blood-curdling screams coming from all around her.

She saw them.

Her family.

It was a horrific sight. Her mother screamed for her brother as the arrows came down from the sky and shot into every important artery of his body, blood pouring out everywhere and very quickly. Walder Frey sat in his chair, looking safe and proud of the sight before, not affected at all.

Her mother suddenly had a knife to a poor girl as her brother was stabbed by Roose Bolton who said something to him that Maya couldn't hear. He plunged a dagger into his, the final nail in his coffin. Out of sadness, my mother sobbed loudly as she let the knife at the poor girl's throat slash her throat. Her mother tore her face in grief with the nails of her hands until there was nothing left or until the Freys all had their laughs and fun. She looked at the blood running down her arms then laughed hysterically as if it were the funniest thing she had ever laid eyes on.

Everyone had died.

Maya screamed as she awoke with a start, shooting up in her bed with her bottom lip quivering.

A bronze crown with iron swords on the sides was twirled around by a pale long finger, lit only by a single candle, the moonlight seemed to have given no light as well.

"She don't speak. You bloody bastards cut her throat too deep for that. But she remembers"

The bronze crown kept on being twirled...going around and around, the only sound was it's metal lightly scraping against the wood of the table. It never ended, always all around it went every time someone walked in.

Her cloak and collar hid the gash his brother's blade had made, but her face was even worse than she remembered. The flesh had gone pudding soft in the water and turned the color of curdled milk. Half her hair was gone and the rest had turned as white and brittle as a crone's. Beneath her ravaged scalp, her face was shredded skin and black blood where she had raked herself with her nails. But her eyes were the most terrible thing. Her eyes saw her, and they hated.

"I want them all dead, Brienne. Theon Greyjoy first, then Jaime Lannister and Cersei and the Imp, every one, every one." Lady Stoneheart told her, her voice cold and detached. There was no such kind of a emotion in her anymore except hatred.

Hatred...that is all that's left of Catelyn Tully.

TBC…

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