Bella-swan11: Both Lylian and Joanna knows the consequences about marrying with a Lannister (remember, there are two minds in one body). However, both are very attracted to Jaime and is difficult for them.


Hi my readers! Happy New Year!

Maybe, must of you are still partying when you receive the notification of the update, or you will be sleeping already, or breakfasting! Or like me, the party ended a little bit early but you don't want to sleep yet (it's around 2:40 am in my country, Venezuela. Since I began to write and publish this. Yes, I'm an owl :P )

To clarify any doubts (just in case), Lylian has two minds in one body. Joanna, the woman from another world; and Lylian, the girl from GOT/ASOIAF world. To understand better more or less how it works, take an example when you have dreams in your sleep. There can be dreams that may you can control it, but most of the times, you don't.

In the case of Joanna, she can control certain things in Lylian's body, but most of the times is the owner of the body who is acting (Lylian).

So, Joanna is the one who really fall for Jaime, Lylian not so much. That's why those confusing feelings. You will understand better through the chapters.

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 15

It was hard saying goodbye to Jaime last night. Both of us took all of our strength to stop kissing and finally enter to my chambers. I was thinking about Jaime's kisses until I slept, and I continued thinking on it until I slept.

Minutes later I woke up, father came to my room how I was. He found out from Jory last night what happened to me yesterday and the King's show about participating on the melee. I had to assure and reassure him that I was well and I wasn't get used to see what happened to the new night; also, I found out that I have never seen someone died, not even in executions (my father forbid me and my sisters to see it), I've only seen someone died in my accident with the horse. Now it can be said that I was allowed to see executions, because I've seen the awful part of life.

Also, my father apologize several times for not going there because he was busy on his duties as a Hand of the King. "Don't worry father, I understand." I told him sincere. And it was true, I didn't feel bad because my father wasn't there, I know he was really busy and he barely share with my sisters and I breakfast and dinner.

Once I break my fast with my sisters (without Septa who was ill because of the hangover), I began to prepare myself for the tourney. With the help of Sansa and Leila, I choose a silken baby blue gown with translucent long and a little bit floppy sleeves; and for my hair, Sansa wanted to arrange it and I ask her a northern hairstyle, a simple braid in the upper part of my hair and the rest was loose, the only thing I accepted to add in my hair were some floral brooches.

When we were ready, father, Arya, Sansa and I went on a litter, leaving Luna behind on a cage. In the whole way to the tourney grounds, Sansa was telling to Arya how the tourney was yesterday and who were going to participate today and my father was silent, only answering when it was necessary.

He looked worried…

What's happening? What he found?

Once we arrived, Sansa and Arya went to our seats, and father wanted to speak with me alone before seeing the new knight's corpse.

"Something wrong, Papa?"

"Jory not only told me your sickness and that crazy idea from the King, he also told me about you were with the Kingslayer all night, and even he escort you to your chambers." When father told me that, I felt my face getting hotter. "Something happened last night?"

"Uhmm… well… like Jory told you, he escort me to my chambers." I told him shyly. "He wanted to make sure I arrived well to my chambers."

Father sigh before speaking again. "Lylian, the Lannisters are not trustworthy people. Especially the Kingslayer."

"Why you come with that, Papa?" I look at him confused.

"I don't want to see you hurt, Lily." Expressed father worried. "I know that he put on you his soldiers to escort you when you separate from the group for drawing. I know he found you and Arya on the woods and I already thank him for that and for taking care of you while the Maester heal your arm. And now I have to thank him for taking care of you when you passed out."

"If you are seeing that Ser Jaime is protecting me, why you doubt of him?" I asked him, still confused. "You want for me a man who can protect me, he's doing it."

Father sigh sadly before speaking. "You are my first born, Lily. I love all of your brothers and sisters, but I love you more." He explained. "I'm always going to see you as little girl, no matter if you had already a woman's body or when you get marry. I'm always going to see you as the adventurous little girl, who I know she can defend herself, always was following and calling me 'Papa' and I always taking care of her."

My eyes began to prickle. "I love you, Papa." I said before hugging him and he returned it.

"I love you too, Lily." he said before kissing my hair. "I'm just a worried father, I don't want to see you hurt. I want to see you happy and protected."

"I know, Papa."

"If you are going to choose the Kingslayer as your husband, please be careful." Father muttered. "You know how the Lannisters are."

I separate a little bit from father to look at him better. "I will, Papa."

Father and I walk to House Arryn's pavilion, he wanted to see Lord Jon Arryn's squire (the dead new knight). "I'll see you later." He said before separating ways, father to see the knight, and me to take my seat on the joust.

On the way, I was thinking on my father. He acts like nothing happened, but his eyes says the opposite. Why father is worried? I can understand why he's so reticent about Jaime, but… I don't know I have a bad feeling… I fear that my father can get killed by something he shouldn't look for…

Suddenly, I feel someone grabbing my arm, not too strongly but enough to pull me. I was going to scream and throw punches and kicks, but I noticed quickly who did it.

"Were you going to attack me?" Jaime smirked. He was already in his golden armor with the exception of his helmet.

"You scared me, stupid!" I push him slowly and Jaime laugh, and soon I was laughing too.

"You look beautiful when you laugh." Jaime said when he calm down.

"Shut up, Lannister." I scold him, but the spasms from laughing interpret the opposite.

"I'm telling the truth." Jaime smiled.

"What do you want from me, Lion of Lannister?" I jested.

"I want your favor." Jaime smirked.

I fought to not let a smile escape from my lips, but it was impossible. "I think I give it to you yesterday."

"When?" he asked confused. I look at him with one of my brows arched. "Ah… yes. The kisses." I nodded. "I want more."

"We have an agreement, you only can do that if you win-"

"I won yesterday-"

"-the joust, you said it." I correct him. "You broke the rules yesterday."

"You too. If you didn't wanted to be kissed you could slap me as always." Fuck… he's right…

"But anyways, let's keep with the rules." I insisted.

Jaime snorted. "You love my kisses?" he smirked.

"I will give you all the answers, if you win." I told him. "If you excuse me Lion of Lannister, I have to take my seat."

I give few steps and again I felt my arm being pulled. But this time, a kiss was stolen from me. Jaime stole it. "I was going to take your favor again anyways." He said with a smile and leaving me there all dumb.

Stupid and arrogant lion!

When I arrived to my seat, Sansa and Arya were still talking about the joust (I was glad for that, my sisters weren't fighting), and I Also I saw that beside the King, the Queen's seat, was empty and Sandor Clegane was already on the field looking fierce. Minutes later, father arrived and he sat between Sansa and me (Sansa on his right and me on his left), and Arya was by my side.

Minutes later, Jaime entered on the field with his golden armor and fashioned golden lance from the Summer Isles. Immediately, I began to hear the bets on Jaime between Littlefinger and Lord Renly, King Robert's youngest brother. I see Jaime from his position tossing a kiss to me before lowered his visor; I rolled my eyes and a smile escape from my lips, ladies around me were giggling for his flirting actions towards me, with the exception of men and Arya.

The fanfare announce to begin the match. Both men rode and couched their lances. The Hound's lance rock steady and Jaime shifted skillfully in the instant before the impact. Wood shattered and the Hound reeled, fighting to keep in his seat. I heard Sansa gasped and a ragged cheer went up from the public.

The Hound managed to stay in his saddle. As for Jaime, he changed his broken lance to a new one. Both began to gallop against each other, but this time Jaime and the Hound shifted almost in the same time before the impact. Both lances exploded and Jaime rolled in the dirt with his armor dented.

Oh my God… He lose…

Will he be all right?

I got up from my seat, worried from his state. "I knew the Hound would win." Sansa said. I have to admit it, my sister was right.

Jaime got up from his feet, but his lion helmet was twisted around and dented. He tried to get it off but he couldn't. People began to laugh and pointing at him, I could hear the King laughing louder than anyone. The laugh was so contagious that I couldn't resist on laughing too.

One of his squires guide him to the blacksmith, blind and stumbling. Poor Jaime, his pride must be wound by now…

Minutes later, Gregor Clegane appear on the field with his black stallion at the head of the lists. That guy was really huge, more than Hodor. He had massive shoulders, arms, legs, hands… everything. When he carried his lance, it looked like a broomstick or something.

That guy is very creepy…

Minutes later, Loras made his entrance and murmurs ran through the crowd. Oh, he's so beautiful" Sansa whispered. Then we saw Loras getting nearer to us, with two red roses on his hand.

"For two beautiful ladies." Loras said as he was giving us the roses.

"Thank you, Ser Loras." Sansa said with a beautiful blush on her face.

"Good luck, Ser Loras." I told him with a smile. Loras bowed lightly his head and give us a courtesy smile.

The knights began to take their positions. "Father, don't let Ser Gregor hurt him." Sansa muttered at father. "I can't watch, he's going to die." Her comment remind me for what happened yesterday, the knight with the piece of lance on his throat, dying on the ground.

I didn't noticed I was scared too for Loras when father speak again. I was clutching father's arm. "Ser Loras rides well." Assure to us.

Ser Gregor was having trouble controlling his horse. The stallion was screaming and pawing the ground, shaking his head. The Mountain kicked at the animal savagely with an armored boot. The horse reared and almost threw him.

Loras salute the King, rode to his position and crouched his lance ready. The crowd cheered at Loras and I was praying to the all Gods I knew to protect him. Ser Gregor brought his animal to the combat position and suddenly, the match began. The Mountain's stallion broke in a hard and wild gallop, while Loras's mare charged as smooth as flow silk. Ser Gregor wrenched his shield and lance into position and suddenly Loras was on him, his lance impact over the Mountain. Quickly, Ser Gregor had fallen and his horse with him.

People stood up and began to cheered and whistle, I was still there on my sit, clutching my father's arm. I was happy for Loras, but I was more concerned about The Mountain and his reaction.

Ser Gregor stood up from the ground. He wrenched off his helmet and slammed it onto the ground. His face was dark red, full of fury. He shouted something to his squire, and a boy and ran to him with a sword and give it to his master.

The Mountain cut his horse head by a single blow. Cheers turn into screams in a heartbeat. Ser Gregor was striding toward Loras. "Stop him!" father shout and Sansa began to scream.

Everything happened so fast. Loras was shouting for his sword. Ser Gregor knocked Loras's squire. Loras's horse began to rear. Ser Gregor swung his sword to Loras, making fall to the ground. Loras was trying to getting up and Ser Gregor lifted his sword for a killing blow, but a rasping voice warned. "Leave him be." And another man appeared to stop The Mountain's blow.

The Hound and The Mountain were fighting each other, and a dazed Loras was helped to safety. "STOP THIS MADNESS," the King boomed. "IN THE NAME OF YOUR KING!" The Hound went to one knee as Ser Gregor's blow cut air over his brother head. More than twenty swords were unsheathed, including the Kingsguard and other knights surround The Mountain.

Wordlessly, he turned and strode off, shoving past Ser Barristan. "Let him go." The King said, and with that, it was over.

"Is the Hound the champion now?" I heard Sansa asked to our father.

"No." father told her. "There will be one final joust, between the Hound and the Knight of Flowers."

Loras get close to the Hound. "I owe you my life. The day is for you, Ser."

"I am no Ser." The Hound replied. Loras grab his hand and lifted up.

The Hound took the victory and the champion's purse, and perhaps for the first time in his life, the love of the commons. People cheered him as he left the field to return to his pavilion.

Arya left to her 'dancing lessons', she only wanted to see the final joust; father, Sansa and I walked to the archery field, to see the beginning of the melee tournament. Something I wanted to do is participate on the melee, but I preferred to pay attention to my preservation instincts, even more what I've seen on the joust.

In the archery competition, a boy named Anguy, a commoner from the Dornish Marches, won the archery competition; I was really impressed how he was using the bow and my father was impressed too, even he sent someone to seek him as offer him a position with the Hand's guard, but he refused.

The melee went on for three hours. Near forty men took part, freeriders and hedge knights and new-made squires in search of reputation. They fought with blunted weapons in a chaos of mud and blood. At the beginning they form alliances, forming small troops against another troops, but as soon as the competition advance fewer participants were there and turned against each other, leaving one man standing. The victor was the red priest, Thoros of Myr, the madman in red robes and an incredible flaming sword.

The night came and also the feast, our seats was in the royal table like yesterday. My father was in a good humor and the King too. Lannisters were nowhere to be seen, not even Jaime and Joffrey (their pride must be hurt); Jory brought Arya down to join us, my poor little sister was exhausted because of her 'dancing lessons' and father worried about how Syrio Forel is treating her; and my sisters were talking pleasantly and they weren't attacking each other (finally!).

I heard a ballad being played and I wanted to dance. After begging father to dance with him, he finally accepted. Seconds later, more people were dancing too. After several dances with father, Jory came and danced with me; sooner, my partner was changed to Loras.

"I'm happy you are alive. I was worried that Gregor Clegane kill you." I told to Loras.

"I own my life to Ser Sandor. I thought I was going to die." He expressed worried. Suddenly, the subject was changed. "Lady Lylian, can I ask you something?"

"Sure. What is it?"

"Are you already chose who will be your husband?"

"Not yet."

"It seems you already chose Ser Jaime." I look at him confused and surprised. "Everybody has noticed the way you look at each other." I felt my face getting hotter. "For let you know, I'm not offended for your decision. I don't have a problem if I can be your friend. If you don't have any problem with it…"

"We can be friends." I smiled to Loras. "Call me Lylian or Lily, for start."

"Then, call me Loras." He smiled.

Loras is so handsome, very gallant and has the same age as me. But he's gay…

When the song finished, he released me. Confused for his action, I was going to ask him what happened, but immediately other arms surround me.

"You thought I was going to escape from you today?" Jaime asked with that smirk of his.

I smiled at him. "I thought that your absence was because your proud was hurt today."

"Yes, my pride was hurt. But I came here to see you, I don't want you to be alone tonight." Jaime explained.

"I'm not alone. My family is here and Loras too." Jaime got tensed when I named my new friend. "To let you know, I was beginning to miss you." I told him sincere.

Jaime smiled. "I think I've lost on the tourney, I can't flirt you."

"Yes, you lose." I smiled. "But I think I've changed my mind towards you."

Jaime look at me confused. "How so?"

"You won."

"What?" Jaime was even more confused.

"You have my hand." I smiled.

Jaime smiled brightly at me. He grab one of my hands and kiss it, leaving his lips there for a long moment as if he wanted to kiss me. "I will make you the happiest woman in the whole Westeros."

"Don't make me regret it, Lannister." I smiled.

"I will not. I promise you that."

After the song ended, Jaime and I went to my father to give him the news; and my father told that to the King; and the King announced my marriage, and everybody cheered. While I was being congratulated, Jaime and my father went missing for a while.

Oh man…

Jaime doesn't have his armor to protect himself from my father's threats and attacks…

When they came back in some way relieved by seeing Jaime in one piece. Jaime sat by my side, he spoke with my sisters, surprisingly with my father (I'm curious about what they talked) and of course, with me.

When the feast was about to end, Jaime offered to escort me again but this time I refused, I wanted to be with my father and I knew that my father wanted to speak with me alone.

"Sleep well, Lily." Jaime said before kissing my hand.

"You too, Lannister." I smiled.

"Get used to call me Jaime. Lannister make me feel old." Jaime jested.

"Sleep well. Jaime." I smiled wider. Jaime kissed one last time my hand before separate ways.

As soon as I arrived to my chambers, I laid on my bed thinking on Jaime as teenager who had fallen in love for the first time…

Wait…

First, I am a teenager. And second…

Was I truly falling for Jaime?

I didn't know, but… I have this strange feeling at him. I can't explain it well… But I'm sure I fell for him before, much before I knew him…

A knock distract me from my thoughts. "Lily, can I come in?" I heard my father's voice behind the door.

"Yes, Papa."

Father entered and sit by my side on the bed. For a moment, there was an awkward silence, but finally my father spoke. "Are you sure you want to marry with the Kingslayer?" he asked. "He's a Lannister and his not trustworthy. Loras Tyrell have your age-"

"Yes, father. I'm sure of my decision and I know how the Lannister are, especially him." Told him confident. "When I meet Loras, I could get along with him, but just as a friend. With Jaime too, but strangely I feel comfortable around him." I explained to him. "In these months, Jaime make sure of my safety and he's been a gentleman with me."

Father made a sad sigh. "I don't want to see you hurt, Lily." He said worried.

Why he's so reticent with Jaime…

"Something's wrong, Papa?" I ask him.

He shook his head. "I'm just a worried father. I've told you this morning, I will always going to see you as a little girl." He smiled, but his smile didn't get to his eyes. Something's wrong…

"You can tell me, Papa." I muttered.

"There are some things I cannot tell here, there are many ears. And others that if I tell you, I can be killed and you too." This worried me more.

I grab his hand worried. "You're not alone, Papa. I'm not going to leave you alone in this, Papa."

"I know, Lily. I just want to protect you." He said wrapping my hand with his hands. "Promise me you will be careful, since the first day your name change to Lannister." Father said seriously.

Something is happening… "I promise father." I assure to him. "If I have to act as a Lannister for my survival, I will. But I'm always going to be a Stark."

Father hug me with one of his arms. "I love you, my little girl."

I hug from his waist. "I love you too, Papa."