Satine was getting tired of Westeros. She just wanted to get the wedding over with already. She wanted to go back to the Free Cities and spend the rest of her days in peace. She wanted the heat to wrap itself around her pale skin and hold her tightly while she slumbered without a hint of worry or anxiety banging on her door.

The Martells were after her for some reason. She assumed that they were scared of her return to home especially after such a long time striving to be away from it and the people. They were hiding something that involved her specifically. Satine stared up into the starry night with her hands resting on her belly, the cool breeze of the night kissing her skin as she lay on the ground, hidden away from others.

Satine turned on her side and closed her eyes, softly thinking of Jaime-her family suddenly.

Satine stared into the distance of the Sunset Sea with her head resting on her arms as she sat by the ledge on the balcony of her chamber.

Jaime groaned as he threw a book across the room. Satine turned around and raised an elegant eyebrow. "What's wrong, my dearest brother? Can't pronounce the words?"

Jaime frowned at her. "I swear by all the Gods that you become crueler each day."

She shook her head, her long golden curls flying about her bare shoulders. "No, my brother, my voice grows. I'm growing up."

"You just barely turned six and ten," Jaime reminded her. "You should be worrying about other things. Like that dress you are wearing for instance. It's a beautiful on you."

Satine stared at him with a blank expression and sighed in frustration. Her dress was fit for a queen to wear. It was an emerald green color that left her shoulders bare. There was a pearl necklace around her neck with a blood drop ruby hanging from it. Her curly hair was thankfully left untouched.

She walked back inside the room and saw Jaime sitting comfortably at her table with his legs resting on top of the table as he read one of her letters. She strode forward and plucked the letter violently from his hands. "Must you always go prying through my things?"

Jaime smirked and stood up. "I am a member of the Kingsguard, sister. I'm a protector of the innocent…you are still innocent are you not?"

Satine glared at him. "Of course I am! How can you say such a thing?!"

Jaime didn't answer her and only looked at her. "Come here, Satine."

"No," she snapped calmly and held her chin up in defiance. "I will not. I know who you are, Jaime Lannister."

Jaime grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards his chest. "And I know you. You still love me even when you have hate in your eyes."

"You bedded our sister," she yelled at him. "And you expect to what?! Forgive you?! Love you?! Lift up my skirts and let you be inside of me?"

"Seven hells, lower your voice," Jaime warned her harshly.

"Why? You couldn't keep yours down when you were fucking another woman when you claim to love me."

Jaime grabbed her face and fiercely kissed her lips as she struggled against him. Jaime held her tightly against him and he whispered against her lips, "I love you. I love Cersei as well. I cannot stay away from you, Satine, but Cersei I can. You are everything to me which is why I had to sneak away from my duties to come see you. No matter what happens, I always love you. I could not bare it if you were to turn away from me and towards another…giving another man your heart and body."

Satine closed her eyes, stopping her struggles against him. "I do love you Jaime, but if another came along and happened to actually win my heart then…"

"Then what?" Jaime asked worriedly. "Will you not love me anymore?"

"Of course not," she snapped in exasperation. "Why can't I be happy like everyone else, Jaime?!"

"Because I love you," he shouted at her. "You are my heart and I can't…I can't lose you."

Jaime kissed her lips softly and wrapped his arm around her waist. Satine kissed him back and her hand grasped the lapels of his leather coat. Their tongues danced passionately with each other and he led them to the bed where they then fell onto it. Satine moaned as Jaime placed soft kisses down the column of her pale neck. He kissed between her breasts, his hand slid under her skirts and towards her wetness.

"You're so wet," Jaime mumbled against her skin. "I need you."

No matter how wrong it should have felt between them, it didn't. Although there would always be the lingering and unknown guilt in the back of her mind, Satine would not think of it when she was with Jaime intimately like this. They never had sex, only touched each other orally.

"Take me," she whispered softly. "Take my body as you have already taken my heart."

Jaime smiled and kissed her feverishly on the lips, pulling down her dress and small clothes as she hastily nudged his clothes off too. Jaime took one of her hardened nipples into his mouth, sucking it and teasing her when he stopped. Once she was all bare from her clothes, Jaime admired her body.

She was right when she said that she had grown up, he thought amusingly.

Satine sat up slowly, never taking her beautiful eyes off of his as she stood up. Her hands reached out and unlaced his breeches, pulling them down until they went to his ankles. Jaime cupped her face, kissing her constantly because he couldn't stop kissing those lips she possessed that enchanted him. He lay heavy and hard in her small hands as she rubbed him. Jaime groaned in pleasure at her touch and grabbed her breasts in his hands, squeezing them.

Jaime suddenly lifted her up and she draped her legs around his hips. He smacked her bottom causing her to squeak in surprise. Jaime laughed deeply and laid her on the bed with him on top of her, kissing her again.

She spread her legs and Jaime took hold of his cock, telling her, "This will only hurt for a short time, I promise?"

Satine nodded and bit her bottom lip hard when he slowly led his cock inside of her, breaking her maidenhead. He felt something drip from her and knew that it was blood and so he kissed the tear silently crawling out of her eye and down her cheek. She squeezed her eyes tightly closed and her hands gripped his shoulders.

"It hurts," she whimpered in pain.

He nodded and nuzzled her neck. "I know, my love, it will pass. Relax."

She nodded in response. "You are so big, Jaime."

"I've always dreamt of you saying that…among other things," Jaime whispered in her ear seductively, pumping slowly into her.

She thought that this was supposed to be pleasurable and be making love between two people. She had once followed Tyrion to one of the brothels just before she even became intimate with Jaime and found many women and men who were moaning madly, their faces formed into one of pleasure and lust. She had lost Tyrion, but saw another couple having sex with each other publicly. Satine was horrified at what she saw around which was nothing, but unashamed nakedness, but she envied the women who could so freely show their bodies and be confident about it. She too wanted the comfort in her own skin.

They either must've been faking their pleasures or there was something wrong with me, she thought grimly. Why am I always the one to get hurt?

And suddenly…the pain was gone.

Satine's eyes widened as she felt this…eagerness for something more boil deep within her belly. Jaime gasped and told her, "You are so tight now."

Satine moaned loudly and licked her lips as she arched her back, her breasts pressed against his chest, the chest hair tickling her nipples. "Don't stop please…you feel so good."

Jaime smirked and kissed her greedily on the mouth as he pounded into her quickly.

CAW! CAW!

Satine's eyes shot opened and winced when the sun's light hit her eyes immediately. She looked around quickly and saw no one near her, but a crow. Its feathers darker than night itself and the feathers also had a rainbow reflection on them.

Satine sat up and sighed heavily, running a shaky hand through her hair. She gulped nervously as she remembered that night when he took her innocence. It was truly unforgettable though the consequence was greatly more unforgettable than the action itself.

She rubbed her eyes of any sleep and stood up, stretching her arms above her head. She grabbed her things and latched them back onto her horse. She walked the horse into a more level area since she knew that he wouldn't ride in somewhere where hills were high enough to fall from and logs were thrown around with rocks.

Suddenly a whipped cracked in air and her horse ran away neighing as she tried to grab it. Satine ran after it after looking around. She jumped over legs and breathed heavily as she ran towards the horse.

Satine screamed when a net pulled up from under her and into the air, trapping her in midair. Satine's hands tugged violently at the net that was disguised as the earth. She grunted softly as she pulled the ropes.

"I told you that I would catch you," Oberyn laughed as he came from behind a tree just across from her. "You cannot run from me, mouse because like a cat, I will catch you."

"So you decided to make me your prisoner," She countered. "Clever…and pathetic, my prince."

"I win," Oberyn said in victory.

Satine slowly clapped her hands together. "Bravo! Do you want a fucking medal? Tell you what I'll give you a medal if you can defeat my father in a battle of wits."

"You are a vulgar little thing, aren't you?"

She smiled mockingly at him. "I am only when people are my captors-no, actually just the people I hate which is you, Oberyn Martell."

Oberyn's smile fell his lips and he looked emotionless as she continued, "I hate you with my every being now. I didn't used to think of Martells being as what was whispered in my ear. I don't judge others based on what others tell me and I do when I meet them. And so I have met you and I believe every word that they have said which is that House Martells is a disgrace to the seven kingdoms and thinks themselves better than all. You are arrogant and irrational fools now. I don't listen to fools and I will repay the debt when I get escape and believe this, Prince Oberyn, I will escape for you cannot hold me as your prisoner for all eternity. I will find a way to be rid of you."

"Is that a threat?" He growled.

Satine's jaw hardened. "No, it is a promise."

TBC…

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