Bella-swan11: Oh... you will love this chapter and the following one. I want to tell you more, but I will be spoiling it.

NightlyRowenTree: Thank you! You will love this one. I promise.

IvanaHerman: At the beginning Jaime irritates me a lot, I hate him. But the more I saw him in GOT and now in the books, I began to love him. I wanted to cause that same feeling on you. And don't worry, they will end together.


The year 2018 will end in a few hours and I decided to publish a new chapter. This one is going to be even more interesting than the last one, and is not only about Jaime...

I will not bother you anymore, and I don't want to tell you spoilers.

As always, I don't own A Song of Ice and Fire books and GOT show, except for my OCs and part of the story. English is my second (foreign) language, Spanish is my first. Sorry for the typos.


Chapter 14

Today was the Hand's tourney. Sansa wanted me to choose the perfect gown and arrange my hair for today, she wanted me to cause a good impression over my two possible betrothals, especially for Loras. I trust her with my eyes closed, she has a good sense of fashion and all her creations were perfect and beautiful.

Sansa made me the same hairstyle when I meet Loras; also, my sister chose a yellow-gold and white gown, most of the dress was made of silk and translucent cloth, its neckline was heart-shaped and the sleeves very short but enough to cover the small scar of my right arm. The gown remind me to Beauty and the Beast, the dress that use Belle when she danced with The Beast.

I leave Luna with Arya in her 'dancing lessons' and went with Sansa and Septa Mordane in a litter with yellow curtains of translucent silk.

The tourney's place was going to be beyond the city walls, near the King's Gate. Soon as we were getting nearer, we saw a hundred pavilions beside the river, and a lot of people were arriving to the place. Common people, royalty and rich people and knights were there. Shining armors, horses, banners and shouts fill the place. It reminds me from the movie A Knight's Tale.

"It is better than the songs." Sansa whispered amazed as we found our places among the high lords and ladies.

Father found us a place, he didn't wanted to participate, but Sansa wanted to go so badly and I… well I have to see my two possible betrothals, beside of the agreement I had with Jaime.

When the joust began, lances were exploding into splinters as people were shouting, clapping and give their opinions about the knights. We saw the Kingsguards participating, but there was no sign of Jaime. Gregor Clegane, aka The Mountain, was in his full black armor, causing an intimidating impression, and his brother Sandor who wasn't that intimidating impression, but still. Sansa telling me that some knights had in their armor magic spells, I was skeptical at those stories. Septa pointing out to a knight in indigo and silver armor, it was a Mallister I think. We saw the priest Thoros of Myr in red robes and shaven head, and Septa telling us he had once scaled the walls of Pyke with a flaming sword in hand. The King's brother, Renly Baratheon was participating too. And many other knights we didn't know. When Septa and Sansa began to sniff about certain knights which their armor look awful for their eyes, including Jory's armor, which I said to both "You shouldn't criticize him, he is representing us. The North.", and both ladies stop sniffing at Jory. It surprised me when I saw a golden knight from head to toe (including the sword and his fashioned lance) and a white cloak as snow at the moment of participate.

Who's that?

It surprised me when this knight was getting closer where I was in his white horse. "Ser Jaime is coming closer." Sansa said excited.

"That's not Jaime-" I began to said skeptical, but I stopped speaking when the golden knight was in front of us. He lift up his visor and look at him shocked. The golden knight was Jaime.

I DIDN'T FUCKING NOTICED THAT HIS HELMET WAS A FUCKING LION!

"Are you going to wish me luck?" Jaime said with a smirk. I saw him with a severe look, but the corners of my lips betrayed me. Jaime smiled before got down his visor and left.

Both Sansa and Septa Mordane scold me for not wish him luck. But I didn't pay them attention.

I had to terribly admit that Jaime rode brilliantly, I terribly enjoy see him. For a moment, I thought that he was going to lose against Barristan 'The Bold', but no, that idiot won. Each time that Jaime won, he got up his visor and smiled at or blink one of his eyes at me, flirting me. After Jaime end his last joust for today, he got close to me and throw me a kiss, I rolled my eyes and a smile escaped from my lips.

As always, women around me were sighing and giggling around me because for what Jaime was doing. But there were other that I know were criticizing me because of my attitude, Sansa and Septa were the example of it.

I want to stop smiling at him…

But I can't… I hate what he is producing on me…

When Loras arrived in his white-silver armor with a very intricately and enameled fashioned helmet, his visor looked like a bouquet of white flowers; also, in his white horse has a blanket of white roses and, in each victory, he pluck a single white rose and give it to some lady in the crowd. He was the youngest on the field, and I was very amazed how he rode skillfully. When his last match ended for today, Loras stopped in front of me in his white horse.

Loras took off his helmet and pluck a rose, but instead of white, it was a red one. "Sweet lady, no victory is half so beautiful as you."

Smiling and almost laughing because of his gallantry. Blushed, I took the flower timidly. "Thank you, Ser Loras." I said before kissing the petals of the rose and Loras smiled at me. Girls around me were giggling and sighing like teenagers.

In most of the event, I was amazed about the joust. Not every day you see something like this, especially where I come from. But I was so amazed when Jaime and Loras rode, both of them rode fantastically, like the songs.

Ugh… I sound like Sansa already…

"Who is going to joust now?" I asked to my sister and Septa.

"Ser Gregor 'The Mountain' and Hugh of the Vale." Answer a male voice behind us.

All of us turned around, and we saw a man standing over Sansa, staring at us. He was short, with a pointed beard and silver streak in his hair, almost as old as father. "You must be their daughters." Told us. He had grey-green eyes that did not smile when his mouth did. I had I really bad vibe with him… He's not someone to trust… "You have the Tully look," he said to Sansa, then he look at me. "and you, my… you look like the ghost of Lyanna Stark."

"I'm sorry, do we…?" My sister look at the man with doubt.

"Sansa dear, this is Lord Baelish." Littlefinger… "He's known-" Septa began to say, but Littlefinger stopped her.

"An old friend of the family. I've known your mother a long, long time." He explained us as he was sat beside my sister.

"I've been sitting here for days! Start the damn joust before I piss myself!" The King shout, drunk as always, to the public.

The Queen, embarrassed for his attitude, left the joust. I hate her, but if I was the Queen, I would leave too.

Few minutes later, two riders appear. Gregor Clegane 'The Mountain', and Ser Hugh of the Vale, Jon Arryn's squire. Both stand in front of the King with their horses and visors up.

"Yes, yes, enough of the bloody pomp." He said tiring. "Have at him!" he gesture to the knights to leave. Both men bowed their heads and leave to their respective positions.

Everybody wait for the knights take their positions, and one they were ready, a fanfare sounded.

Both knights clashed their lances at the first round, none of them fall from their horses. Both knights took their positions again and rode, but this time, Ser Gregor struck against Ser Hugh with such force that the knight fall from his horse. Everybody began to scream when the knight was on his back to the ground, with a piece of wood on his throat and puking his own blood.

The image was really horrible. Seeing how he was agonizing on the ground, while his shiny new armor was stained by blood and his crescent moon cloak was getting darker.

I was in shock of what I was seeing, but having a lots of strength to behave myself for not to scream or weep. And again, at seeing blood, flashes came to my mind. But this time, everything clear.

Everything was spinning, but suddenly all stopped. I was upside down, all my body hurt from head to toe, and the smell of blood fill my nose… I felt something warm behind my head and it was falling through my hair and face… it was blood.

"Lily, are you all right?" I heard the voice of Sansa very far from my ears.

Everything was very blurry, I barely could see my hands onto something hard, something plastic with leather and metallic. I move my fingers, but those were barely responding. I tried to move, but the pain didn't let me and I began to feel very weak.

"Lady Lylian…" I heard my name far away.

I heard the sirens… an ambulance or cops, I couldn't see well from my position. I didn't know what happened, one moment I was inside of something and next I was laid on something cold. In front of me there was a person saying something but I couldn't hear, this person had a light over my eyes, moving it every second.

Then, everything went black…

And also in this strange world where I was.

I heard mumbles and felt my body being moved to another place. When I opened my eyes, I found the roof of a tent and it was almost dark, I noticed I was on a camp bed. I move carefully my head to another side.

"Lily, you are awake!" I heard Sansa's voice. I saw how Septa Mordane and Sansa get close to me. My sister sat beside me.

"Are you well Lady Lylian?" asked Septa worried.

"What happened? Where am I?" I asked both.

"You passed out, Lily. You fall over my legs." Sansa explained worried. "I thought…" my sister began to weep.

"I'm well, sister." I took her hand to calm her down. "The death of that new knight affect me. I'm sorry to worry both of you." I told them.

"We are here since you passed out." Informed Septa. "You have to thank Ser Jaime. He was the one who brought you here and ordered to call a Maester to examine you." She commented.

"I'm in Ser Jaime's pavilion?" I asked surprised.

"Yes, it was the closest one." I heard Jaime's voice behind Sansa and Septa. Jaime was in the entrance of the tent. He wasn't wearing his golden armor, he had a crimson satin tunic embroidered with a golden lion and a black cloak. "Are you well, Lady Lylian?"

I sit up carefully with Septa helping me. I noticed that my hair was free of brooches and braids. "Thank you, Ser Jaime. And yes, I feel well." I told him. "The joust ended?" I asked.

"Only for today. The joust will finish on the morrow with three matches, and it will be before the melee." Jaime answered. "In the joust we left four. The Clegane brothers, the Knight of Flowers and me." When he named Loras, I notice tension in his voice, like… He's jealous?

I nodded in comprehension. "Well, let us go to the feast then."

"Are you sure, Lily?" Sansa asked worried.

"Yes, I'm well sister. I don't feel sick or anything." I assure to her.

"I'll wait for you outside." Jaime announced and I nodded.

Septa and Sansa, made their best to fix my hair into something presentable but relaxed. The way they arranged my hair, was similar from the one I came here, with the difference that there was no braids and only few strands of hair were twisted.

Once I was ready, we got out and Jaime, as he said, was waiting for us outside. He guide us where the feast was going to be celebrated. When I arrived, I've felt several eyes on me, including the royal family. Several were asking about my state, including Loras who was terribly worried about me (and noticing Jaime's killing eyes towards the poor Loras, luckily he didn't notice it); and when the King asked I had to assure and reassure to him I was well, finally he hugged me and I had to hold my breath for a few seconds because of his stinky smell of alcohol.

The King save us seats on the royal table; Sansa beside Joffrey, Septa between my sister and I, and Jaime beside me. The first plate was roasted pork, fresh-baked bread and wine for wash it down.

At the beginning I was silent, I had nothing to talk about and I was enjoying my food. But sooner, Jaime began to speak to me without being over me as always; minutes later, we were talking and laughing normally as plates came and went in front of us. A thick soup of barley and venison, salads of sweetgrass, spinach, plums and sprinkle with crushed nuts, snails in honey and garlic (I was reticent to taste them, but Jaime insisted to have a bite. I loved the taste, but I wouldn't consider it as my favorite food), fresh trout baked in a clay (which I made a little disaster to open it, but luckily Jaime helped me). When the meat course ended, the dessert came with sweetbreads, pigeon pies, baked apples with a cinnamon fragrance and lemon cakes.

I was having a good time with Jaime. He wasn't acting arrogant as always, but quite opposite; he acting really nice to me, very courteous. I feel natural talking with him about everything, and he didn't get bored or avoid the subject. I was feeling good around him.

"…as I told you, I will not be a good swordsman in real life. Especially when I see a lot of blood." I told Jaime disappointed.

Both of us were talking about sword fighting, a subject I shouldn't talk about with him because 'I have to act like a lady, and ladies don't act as men', but he insisted. I usually talk this with Jon, Robb and Theon, and Arya even, but they weren't around me.

"You were shocked, that's all." Assured me. "You killed those bandits easily-"

"But I remembered vaguely, and it was for survival." I told him. I sigh sadly. "Anyways, I don't like to see people dying or kill someone."

"It is usual to see people dying. You have to get used to, Lily." He said grabbing one of my hands under the table.

My grey steel eyes were lock on his cat-green eyes, feeling again that strange electricity that ended in my stomach were butterflies went crazy.

That strange feeling ended when we heard the King boomed with his voice. "No!" the King was on his feet with a red face and reeling. He had a goblet of wine in one hand. "You do not tell me what to do, woman!" he screamed at the Queen. "I am King here, do you understand? I rule here, and if I say that I will fight tomorrow, I will fight!"

Everyone was staring at the King, no one saying a word or moving to interfere. The Queen's face was a mask, so bloodless and deadly serious. She rose from the table and stormed off again in silence with her servants behind her.

Jaime eyes were on fire, he stood up but I grab his hand, stopping his intentions. I shook my head to him, Jaime look at me for a few seconds, but finally he sat again. I get nearer to him and grab his arm. "I know is your sister, but that business is between husband and wife." I whispered in his ear. "And besides, the King is too drunk. Never fight with a drunk person."

When I stepped back, he was looking at me. That electricity came back and both of us didn't stopped to see each other mouths. "It grows late. Are you tired?"

"Yes." I answer almost immediately. Both of us stand up, but when I saw no signs of my sister and Septa Mordane was alone, with her head on the table and snoring softly, I scold mentally to my red-haired and naïve sister. "Let's take Septa first to her chambers." I told Jaime and he agreed.

After waking up Septa, Jaime snatched up a torch to light the way. Septa and I follow Jaime back to the castle. Septa and Jaime were speaking all along the way, as for me I was answering when it was necessary. My mind was in another place, it was those flashes I saw.

"What are those images I saw and made me passed out?" I asked to the voice, but still, there's was no answer.

I had several weeks without hearing that mysterious voice telling me things. That was weird.

I look Jaime, he was still talking with a Septa who was starting to have a hangover. Jaime had a perfect physic, but he was arrogant, rash, hardheaded and impatient; but lately, he was changing, acting quite opposite, only with me. I know that behind of that ass personality, he had a good heart, he's not a bad man but his reputation made him like that. His eyes never lie to me or he's a good actor.

When we arrived to the castle, to the Hand's Tower, we left Septa in her chambers, thanking Jaime for escort her. Now Jaime and I were both walking to my chambers alone.

"You were absent along the way." Commented Jaime.

"I still have the death of that knight in my head. It is a horrible way to die and seeing that." I assure him. Lie.

"I'm wishing you don't have any nightmares because of that." Jaime told.

"I'm wishing the same."

We were in front of my chambers. "Here we are, the celebration ended for today." Jaime informed as he was looking at me.

"Yes." I simply said looking to his eyes.

Seconds, minutes or hours passed, we were still looking our eyes and saying nothing. Until Jaime got nearer, cupped my face and kissed me. For a moment I wasn't moving my lips, but sooner I was corresponding his slow and delicate kisses. We both increase the speed and intensity of our kisses; one of his hands was at my back and the other was cupping part of my cheek and the back of my head, and my fingers were inside his soft hair.

We kept kissing in front of my chambers until we got breathless. We startled each other. Jaime moved slightly his hand and rub my swollen bottom lip with his thumb.

"I shouldn't do that." Jaime muttered.

"It's too late, you already did it." I jested.

Jaime said nothing and kiss me again, and I didn't protest.

I'm going to hell definitely…