Update: A Trailer for Reign of the Fallen has been place on youtube under the name: "Wattpad Trailer: Reign of the Fallen"
Reign of the Fallen
A Game of Thrones Fanfiction
By Millie55
Jaime
The road to King's Landing had been one of great difficulty. It was a journey that had only come to happened because of a mother's desperation to be with her children once more. Life would be much different for the Kingslayer if he had been left in the cage to rot by Lady Catelyn. It is there in the camp of House Stark under the reign of The King of the North, Robb Stark he would have died. Sometimes, he wish he had been killed for taking the life of Lord Rickard Karstark's son. It would have saved him great amounts of pain, but his honor had been called into question. It was something he needed to prove, even if it was to those considered the enemy.
Released from his captivity, he was given one objective in exchange for his freedom: Return Sansa and Aria Stark to their home of Winterfell. With him, he had one man - well woman - to act as his guard. Brienne of Tarth. At first glance, many would mistake the tall, broad woman with her femininity lost in her armor and blonde hair cropped short. Jamie however, would have never asked another to guide him home. For the tension between one another had dissipated, and he would say that a form of friendship had been formed. She had assured his life would be kept, as he did the same for her when the time did come. There had been battles between them, both by sword and by word and had no causalities. All that was lost was not at her fault. The loss of his sword hand, that was at the fault of Locke.
Although Jamie was still pained by his loss, and was easily disgusted when his eyes fell upon the stump at which his hand once rested he could not be more relieved as he walked through the gates of King's Landing. He, after over a year of suffering, was finally home. Near unrecognizable with a beard grown thick on his face, hair longer than he had even had before, and clothes that had seen better days, he looked like a commoner. Many had made that clear when he had emerged through the gates with Brienne at his heels.
Snide remarks left the lips of men as he shuffled forward through the cluttered streets. Their words stated that this place was not meant for men like him, obviously not realizing to whom they were actually speaking. This place was his more than any as uncle - no, father of the King. Jamie however, did not take the time to correct them. He was too tired. Too weak. He had one objective left on his mind. One thing that had kept him going when death was drawing him near. His love. His sister. Cersei.
She was what he thought about when he found sleep, and was the first thing he thought of when he aroused in the morning. Her long, blond tendrils and how they felt of silk in his calloused hands; creamy skin that tasted so sweet on his lips; and the way she felt around him as they made love. Those were the things he lived for. As they crossed his mind again, he was faced with a sudden burst of energy. Cersei was so close, and he needed to get to her.
Pushing through the streets, Jamies moves as quickly as his tired feet could take him. What started as a run grew slower with every step. Countless times he wound find himself nearly tripping over dragging boots, but each time he caught himself. He was determined to make it. He was too close to give up now. Soon, his hands was dragging against the wall of the Red Keep, taking the route he could walk in his sleep. The path to his sister's chambers.
The door was almost too heavy for him, but with all the strength he could muster he pushed the heavy wooden doors open with a screech. His steps were slow as he entered. Had he waken her? Had she already left to start her day? The room had been just how he remembered, simple elegance. Finally, he felt at peace. Moving in a little further, he took in the scent of the room. It smelt like home.
"Cersei?" his words left his lips in a near whisper when he did not see her as first. Moving deeper within the room, he spotted a figure in the bed. That had to be her. A smile splayed beneath his beard, she had been wearing the sheer fabric she had dawned when she was young. When he body had been untouched with the swell of a child. It had been many years since she had seen her in it. It was the best thing to return to.
"Cersei," he sounded again in hopes of pulling her from her sleep. As he grew closer her could make out details he could not see from the entryway. The swell of her hip as she lay on her side. Legs tangled with the heavy blankets. Her tiny waist draped in the sheer fabric. Long brown tendrils that cascaded over her features-
He froze. This was not his sister. Confusion took over him, was his mind playing tricks on him now? Moving towards the bed, his hand reached out taking the shoulder of the slim form. The tough obviously startled the young woman, her body rolling over quickly. Eyes were wide with fear, then came a scream that rattled his ears. The warmth of her body left his hand as she moved to get far from him. She stood on the other side of the bed, her feet itching to run but instead she stayed.
Why did she remain? Did she feel vulnerable in the gown that left her exposed? He would not blame her if she did. The pale pink, sheer fabric even had him staring through at what she had to offer to a man. Wide hips; perfect for child barring, a tiny waist, and breasts to perfect handfuls that perked up in the cool morning breeze. When his eyes met the young woman's features, his fave contorted into further confusions. He had seen these features once before. Many years prior, how had they not aged?
"Adilayde?" he sounded, voice stronger than when he had spoken his sister's name. He was regaining his strength again. This could not be possible. There had to be some explanation for- Then it hit him, Adilayde's eldest daughter. Handmaiden to his sister. There was the answer to the questions that boggled his mind.
"Lady Delilah, my apologies-" his words were cut by the screech of the door, then a series of quick paced footsteps. When Jamie looked away from the brunette, he found the woman he had been looking for. The sight of her left him breathless. She was running to him - no, to the girl. He watched as a motherly embrace took hold of the handmaiden, shielding her body from his sight.
"Cersei," he finally spoke again, his words finally meeting his sisters ears. Her eyes grew wide as she finally recognized the dirty, hairy man that had infiltrated her chambers. Then, her face fell, there was no expression Jamie could recognize now. Was she happy? He had hoped she would be. She was his one love after all. Before he could speak again, Lannister guards had flooded the room. He could only assume that Delilah's screams had been heard and the knights sent in result. They moved in on him, prepared to take him. The voice of his sister however kept them in one place.
"Stop," her voice was crisp and firm. She was not a stranger to power. "The man before you, is no common man. This is my brother."
Two words took the room in a series of whispers: the kingslayer.
With the dismissal of the guards, Jamie remained the the room with his sister and her handmaiden. His eyes were stuck of his sister now, in awe with how little she had changed. There was only one difference. Her affection was gone. This made his stomach knot as he hoped it was result of being in the company of the Stryder - no, Gwhendel girl.
"Shall I excuse myself my Queen?" the short brunette spoke for the first time, drawing Jamie's eyes to her for a moment. Smart girl, knew just when she was not needed. Or so he thought.
"No," Cersei answered and stroked the woman's arm gently. "I need you to tend to Jamie. I want no one else seeing him this way."
"Yes my Queen," Delilah nodded and bowed in the slightest to display her respect for his sister. Jamie however, was brought Jamie taken by a heavy sigh in attempt to remain in control of his frustration. He had face much hardship, traveled great lengths to return to his love Cersei and now she could not stand to be in a room with him?
To protest was his first instinct, but as he parted his lips, Cersei was already gone. Left alone with the handmaiden again, he watched as she covered herself up with a robe. Modesty had taken the young Lady now as he was no longer a threat to her. Jamie made no effort to move now, caught in his mind. Why had Cersei given him to the maiden like that? Did she no longer hold the love they once shared in her heart any longer? Had she founds another to share her bed?
The touch of gentle hands pulled him from his mind. They had been placed on his arm in which was captured in his sling, before traveling up his chest to remove it from his shoulders. Eyes remained on the stump, her lips slightly parted in awe. More often than not, a man would have died from such injury. If the blood loss did not take him, the infection did. Jamie was one of the few to be considered lucky. Next, came the removal of his chemise, exposing his malnourished body to her. When she did not appear phased her was relieved. It was there she stopped. Leaving him in his trousers.
"Thank you," he muttered to her. Dressing, and undressing had been something that had grown much more difficult with his loss.
"You called me by my mother's name," she finally founds words to speak to the kingslayer.
"Yes," he confirmed, there was no denying the mistake he had made in identifying the woman. "Your resemblance to her, is undeniable. Near duplicates except-"
"For my father's eyes," Delilah cut in softly. He could only assume those were words she heard quite often.
"Yes, save for his eyes," he nodded and sat down for the woman who had fetched a pair of scissors for his mess f hair. "You know, I was there the day your father wed your mother?" he offered brief conversation as sheers began to cut off thick strands. His attendance had not been planned. He had not known of the wedding at all when had had left Casterly Rock with the intent of taking the Northern beauty as his bride to please his father. Upon arrival however, he was forced to offer his congratulations to the man he accepted as a brother.
"I hear it was a small affair," she spoke as gentle hands pulled his hair back from the strong features of his face. "With few in attendance and little to show for it. Mother didn't even have a proper dress."
"No, but she did look quite beautiful," he assured the young handmaiden, "she need not a gown to prove that. Marcus and Adilayde, they are lucky to have one another. It did not look bright for House Stryder-"
"You need not remind me," she spoke bitterly as she rounded to his front. "For a phoenix to rise, it must first fall," as she spoke hand reached out, touching the rough hair of his beard. A brow was quirked up at him, silently asking if it could go.
Taking her hand, her moved it back from him. He then took the scissors to cut the wild strands back until they would be short enough to shave.
"Would you like a bath drawn for you Ser Jamie?"
She had been halfway to the tub when Jamie reached out to stop her. "No, you are not the average handmaiden. You, you are a Lady. A woman of such status need not draw a bath-"
"I insist Ser-"
He shook his head, doing his best to pull his thin cotton shirt back onto his form. "Lady Delilah, if you would excuse me, I will finish with this in the company of another. Another whose innocence is not so pure." He watched as his words left a confused expression on her face. As her lips parted to counter his words his feet began to move towards the exit. "Good day Lady Delilah, and thank you."
With the door shut behind him, he leaned hack against it's strong support? Why had it been so difficult to be in a room with her. His heart continued to pound hard and the palm of his hand sweat. Delilah's resemblance to her was too great. Adilayde. His first love who wasn't his own sister. Their joining was near set in stone before the plague took her family. Before her father could give the final decision. With his life sworn to the King's Guard, Jamie abandoned the idea of Lordship and remained close to his twin sister. You did not chose who you loved, but he loved Cersei. Question was, did she still love him and was this young lady going to stand in the way of was he believed to be true love?