Satine Lannister was no damsel in distress.
She proved that theory-or at least tried to prove it to everyone she met. But the task was hard when you were beautiful and people thought you were a dumb blonde or a good fuck on legs.
Satine remembered when she first learned to handle a sword...it had been the longest afternoon for Jaime and Satine. And Tyrion who was laughing the entire time.
"I can't do it," I whined.
My seven year old hands falling to the dirt of the practice yard in Casterly Rock. I tried to pull it and it only moved an inch, barely sliding against the ground. I looked up at Jaime with a pleading look. He showed me no sympathy to which I stuck. My tongue out at him.
"You wanted to learn to fight and here's the first part to it."
"Yes, actually holding up your own sword for one thing," Tyrion chuckled as he sat in the barrel in the corner.
I scowled. "Well, that sounds stupid. Let's get to the fighting now, Jaime!"
"No," he shook his head. "First, you have to hold up the sword or you'll be an easy kill."
"I can't though-"
"Yes, you can. Just for a few seconds, Satine. Each hour you must do this to train your muscles and your body."
"For how long," I grumbled in question as I tried to pull the heavy sword up.
"Judging by your age, two years."
I immediately dropped the sword and it fell to the ground with a loud thump with Tyrion chuckling in the background.. "WHAT?!"
"A year and a half, if you grow taller," Jaime suggested, panting my messy blonde curls. I smacked his hand away and glared.
"How long will it take for me to officially fight?" I growled out lowly.
"Oh, Gods, Satine," Jaime laughed with Tyrion hysterically. Tyrion slapped his knee between his laughter.
"Seriously?!" I stomped my foot on the ground angrily. "How long?!"
I hated when they treated me like some innocent and weak girl. I am not weak and will never be.
"Alright maybe in like…" Jaime thought it over. "In maybe sixteen years."
I groaned then fell to the ground, hardly caring about my dress since I was dressed as a boy, saying, "Why's it so long? Is it because I'm a girl?"
"Yes," Jaime answered. "That is exactly why."
"Well, not just slap me in the face while you're at it with that insult." I snapped.
"Would you rather that I lie to you, Satine?" Jaime asked.
I rolled my eyes as I spread my arms on the ground, attempting to make a dirt angel in the ground. "You're lying to me."
"I am not. Father told me that himself. He was the one that said it should be twenty years before you actually fight someone and have a man's weapon be put in your hands," Jaime told me.
I grimaced and twisted my head around when I heard someone say, "Why must you always act like a man instead of the lady that you are?"
"Well, sister, I just don't have it in me to be that proper," I replied with a shrug.
"Where is your dress that father bought you, Satine Lannister," Cersei scolded me.
My right eye twitched every time that I was annoyed which was mainly because of father, Cersei, and my Septa.
I shrugged again. "I think a wolf took it in it's stride when my back was turned. Those sneaky bastards."
"Watch your language," Cersei scolded once again. Gods, she was always acting like my mother, always trying to make me into her which will never happen. Ever!
I rolled my eyes again and sighed as she commanded, "Get up off the ground."
"Who are you? The Queen of the Seven Kingdoms," I snapped in frustration.
"Someday I may just be," Cersei warned.
I stood up and then bowed. "Of course, Your Grace. We are all your peasants. Oh, Tyrion let us make way for her highness."
Tyrion started to bow as he jumped off the barrel, his knees on the ground. I hit Jaime's leg and gave him a pointed look and then with a smirk, Jaime fell to his knees, proclaiming, "Oh Great Cersei, we are at your command!"
Cersei didn't look amused at their bowing.
"What in the seven are you three doing," Their father's voice boomed in our ears.
We all looked up, worry on our faces when we saw the two guards behind him and Cersei looking now smugger than usual. He looked about to scold us, his face cold.
I then started to giggle as I told him with a smile, "Oh, Cersei is our queen and we are proving our great and uncontrolled loyalty to her, father. She thinks she's queen."
My father's lip twitched in amusement as my giggles. I stood up and ran to him, hugging him around the waist as all of my siblings rolled their eyes just like I always did to them. I smiled brightly up at him, batting my eyelashes just as Cersei taught me when I was five for when she was bored.
My father stroked my curls from my face and asked, "Where is the dress I had made for you? You would look so much like the lady you are if you wore it."
"Um, it's somewhere around my drawers," I told him then smiled as wide as I could.
My father scoffed. "Right then you best go find it. I want to see how it looks on you."
I frowned. "It takes so long to put it on, father. Do I honestly need to wear it?"
"Yes if you want to continue this…hobby with your brother," my father said.
I sighed. "Fine. I'll go put it on."
My father bent down and told me, "You're my little girl and I want you to become the young and proper lady that I've always planned for you to be."
"But father-"
"You are a Lannister. You must start to act like one. You are meant for better things than playing with swords, Satine. I expect more from you."
I nodded solemnly. "Yes, father."
"Good that's what I want to hear from you from now on. Now go and get dressed out of those clothes."
Satine's eyes became hard and cold as she remembered when everyone was trying to make her into something that she was not. She lived in fear of her father dragging her back to Westeros where she would be forced to marry someone she didn't love and never would.
But her father never did that which striked her as odd. Very odd for someone who wanted these extravagant lives for his children. Satine lived somewhat peacefully in the Free Cities. She had adventure, friends, and a whole another life while over there where her surname did not matter.
Satine sighed then splashed some of the river's water in her face. She was getting close to King's Landing, but now that the Martells were after her. She had to keep on looking over her shoulder. What do they want with her anyways? Satine tied her long hair into a braid that went over her shoulder as she mounted her horse, urging it forward.
Her ears picked up something behind her and her heart beat quickened as she hurried her horse to ride faster, but after their journey from the docks, she knew that he was tired and needed rest. She went the warm wind against her face, a bit of sweat coating her body as she rode the stallion.
She didn't bother herself to look behind because it would only slow her down and she would be lose track of the sights leading her to King's Landing.
Satine suddenly had the wind knocked out of her as she was thrown from her horse and onto the grass. She coughed as she felt a heavy weight on top of her. In the corner of her eye, she spotted a rock nearby.
She looked at her attacker and gasped as she saw the handsome raven haired man from all of those meetings from before.
"What-Who are you?!" she asked angrily as she struggled against him, but his knees on her legs constricted her from doing so. She glared angrily at him.
"You are a Lannister," he said with disgust.
Satine froze and stopped moving, she looked more closely at his face and into his eyes. A mocking smile came onto her face. "And you must be a Stark."
She hissed in pain when he put more pressure on her thing by giving a shove to his knee. His hands held her upper arms above her head. "Alright, I meant a Greyjoy-you must be a Greyjoy."
He repeated the action from before making her grunt in pain.
"Gods, even with the fucking knee already," she spat out in anger. "Gods, Martell."
"Do you know who I am, girl?"
She scoffed. "What happened to you calling me a woman? Have I suddenly shrunk a few sizes and you become a lover of children?"
"If I were you, I would be quiet," Oberyn warned.
"And if I were you which thank the Gods that I am not, then I would unhand me right now." She replied sharply and when he didn't react or move. She rolled her eyes.
"I can't believe I'm going to use this on you, but how dare you put your hands on a Lannister especially the daughter of Lord Tywin Lannister. You will unhand me this moment and let me go to my family or I swear on the Mother that I will make you pay for touching me," she seethed.
Oberyn smiled in amusement down at her. "And here I thought you were different."
She scoffed loudly. "Oh please, the moment you probably found out about me, you judged me from my family name. You and everybody else in this goddamn place are so fucking ridiculous-it's people like you that make me hate this place. Now let me the fuck go right now!"
"No."
"No?"
"No. I am ordered by my brother to bring you back to Sunspear and take you with us to King's Lanidng."
"Oh, you assholes"
"My, you do have such a vulgar mouth on you," Oberyn mused.
"No more vulgar than any other man's. How come women aren't allowed to say what they want to say and yet men are?"
"It's life, girl," Oberyn said simply.
"No, it's Westeros. By the way, I'm not a girl…I'm a woman," Satine told him before quickly head butting him then grabbing the rock beside her, hitting it across his face. He groaned in pain as she kneed him hard as she could in the groin pushing him off of her.
Satine swiftly mounted her horse and taunted over her shoulder, "Catch me if you can, Viper."
Satine rode as fast as she could away from him, looking back every so often to make sure he wasn't following her.
This is not good.
Tywin looked into the distance thoughtfully, knowing that beyond those trees and hills lied their enemies, no doubt plotting against them.
Jaime strode into the room, immediately asking, "Is it true? Where is Satine?"
"I don't know. Her whereabouts about being withheld from me."
"Well, what about your spies, surely they know-"
"She's doing it to spite me," Tywin interrupted his son. "She doesn't like surprises, remember?"
"Satine knows you love her," Jaime admitted.
"Have you talked to her?"
"I tried to, Cersei tried to, but she gave us vague letters," Jaime answered, looking out into the clear sky.
"And Tyrion? Does he speak with her?"
"Yes, he always gets letters from her. She the closest with him out of all of us."
Tywin shook his head. "She didn't used to be this way."
"War changes people. I believe that Satine didn't want the life that we all chose. I mean look at what's happened in just barely two years. House Stark is extinct except for Sansa Stark." Jaime proposed.
"I can tell you both one thing and that is, she won't be happy at how we handled the Stark situation," Tyrion said as he walked in through the door with Cersei just behind him.
"Satine's coming? I thought it was just a rumor," Cersei said.
"It's not," Tywin said. "You will be nice and welcoming to your sister. All of you will."
Cersei scoffed lowly. "Why should I? She has made herself clear that she wants nothing more than to be not related to us. She's isolated herself in Gods know where. She didn't even bother to come for Myrcella's or Tommen's birth. She didn't even send a letter to me, not a sound. As silent as mice were words from her from this past decade and you expect me to"
"I expect you to be a Lannister. She's family and my daughter. I will not have your drive her away with the past. Satine has not came back here for over a decade, she stayed away and comes back when the Seven Kingdoms are divided. They will kill her if they see her."
"She's been training," Tyrion said.
"What?"
"That's what she's been telling me for the last decade. She's been training and learning how to fight since you took that from her. Satine…I should not speak for her opinions of all of you, but she does miss us. She likes being in the Free Cities."
"Why?" Cersei inquired with a scowl. "Why would she go somewhere where she is no one?"
"Because she doesn't like politics," Jaime reminded her. "She would cover her ears every time I mentioned the war. She left just six years after the Sack of King's Landing because Tyrion and I asked her to stay. She wanted to leave ever since the war started. She won't do well here."
"Jaime's right. She needs protection which is why I am ordering a search party for her and for them to bring her safely back to King's Landing." Tywin came to the conclusion.
Jaime shook his head and walked out of the room, striding down the empty halls of the White Sword Tower. Memories of Satine filled his mind suddenly.
Her long golden curls and soft pink lips with cheeks as rosy as blood itself.
"We'll discuss it later," Satine told him as she walked towards the hall where supper was.
"No, we need to talk about it now, Satine. I'm leaving in just two days for King's Landing. You know I have to go back," Jaime responded.
"You should have told me about your cowardice plan to skip marriage and become a member of the Kingsguard for King Aerys of all people. You know how father hated him," Satine reminded Jaime sharply.
"I didn't care then and I don't care now. I didn't want to marry some highborn girl who I've never met and will have probably never liked," Jaime protested.
She rolled her eyes and continued to walk to the hall. "You're a fool, Jaime."
Before Jaime could open his mouth, they were in public, but he saw that no one was there for supper yet and it was just them. Satine tried to sit as far away from him as possible, moving from seat to seat when he came closer to her.
Jaime pulled her down into the chair by her forearm. "Sit down already."
Satine huffed angrily. "I thought we were closer than that, but apparently I was wrong to think of my brother that way."
Jaime watched as Satine drank her wine, looking for once proper and like the Highborn lady that she was supposed to be.
Jaime's hand was placed on her thigh to which he squeezed lightly. "I'm sorry."
"No, you're not," she said, rolling her eyes. "You never apologize to people. It's against your fucking ego, Jaime."
"What did I tell you? You know how I dislike your vulgar language," Jaime scolded her.
"I don't care," she replied, throwing his words back at him. "If I didn't care when Cersei told me then I certainly don't care when you do the same. Why are you all trying to change me and who I am?"
"You're spending too much time with commoners, Satine."
"Gods, I don't care," She yelled at him. "I hate dresses and looking pretty."
"You are the most beautiful girl in Westeros," Jaime reminded her. "Why would you want to give that up?"
"I like swords. I like my trousers and tunic. I like not looking beautiful. Being beautiful is not all what it seems like with cherries and strawberries being dipped into your mouth by someone. I hate it."
"Hate's a strong word, Satine-"
"Then I very highly dislike," she snapped at him.
Jaime's hand moved upward towards her waist. Satine's eyes widened. "Jaime, w-what?"
"Don't move," Jaime told her as his hand suddenly went under her skirts, making contact with her skin. "Spread your legs a little, Satine."
Satine spread her thighs as Jaime's hand came onto her hot core. "This is wrong."
"It's not like we haven't done it before," he said softly.
"But…that was private and I was curious. I didn't know what was happening," she reasoned as she bit her lip. "Gods…"
Jaime rubbed her little button on his thumb which seemed to drive her crazy. Satine's hand shot out and grabbed his wrist, he wondered if she was stopping him or wanting him to continue.
"Jaime," she moaned softly.
Jaime knew that he shouldn't be doing this with his little sister, but…he couldn't resist her when she became angry at him, loving the fierceness in her eyes as she snapped at him. She held his hand in her own, not stopping him and trying to hide her pleasure.
Satine felt her other hand being pulled on his thigh where his hard cock lied in waiting. Her eyes went to his as he moved her hand up and down his shaft.
Satine suddenly jumped out of her seat and said, "This was wrong. I'm sorry, but I need to leave Jaime."
Satine left the hall as quickly as possible, his eyes burning into her back.
Why had she run?
On some level, Jaime had thought that he was the real reason why she left when he was younger, but now as he looked down at his golden hand, he understood her reasons and wished that he could too runaway, but he wouldn't-couldn't do that to Tyrion. Jaime was anxious to see his little sister again. He always wondered what she was doing and if she was okay. Jaime also wondered if Satine had changed over the past decade.
Cersei knew of the relationship later on and she still held the grudge of it even now after everything he had done for her. With Cersei, it was hard to please her which she expected was everyday of every minute.
Satine was completely different. Only liking simple things like flowers or rocks from different places, not jewels or dresses. Only expecting lessons on how to improve her skills. He always believed that she could be a swordsman if she set her mind on it. She could be the best if she had learned from the best at least.
Jaime missed Satine.
More than ever…
TBC…
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