Satine sighed heavily as she tried not to look at him. Oberyn was too frustrated with her She was being completely mad if you asked him.

"I don't understand why you are acting the way are."

Satine scoffed. "I won't share a man especially you. I've done it before and it's horrible. I won't do it."

"I have children with Ellaria. We have history together," Oberyn argued. "I can't leave her, not after everything she's done for me."

"I won't share you with another woman." Satine said, not relinquishing her position on the matter. All her life, she's had to share the men she loved. Always their second choice and now with the Tyrell boy. She'd have to do it again except with a man instead. Satine was tired of sharing.

"And I won't to share you with your brother, Satine," Oberyn snapped angrily.

"I haven't been that way with my brother for years because of this exact reason," Satine told him. "I am done with sharing the men I love with others."

"Ellaria doesn't mind you so why should you mind her," Oberyn asked, choosing to ignore her declaration of love as he knew she would take it back.

Satine shook her head as she stood up, staring blankly at him. "You don't understand, Oberyn. I won't apologize for wanting this. It's not wrong so stop trying to make me be the monster in this."

"You are not a monster in my eyes, but you will be in the eyes of others if I leave Ellaria. Do not make me choose between the two of you," he warned coldly. "You will not like the choice I've made."

Satine turned away from him quickly and stormed out of her chambers, knowing that if she stayed any longer, she'd do something violent to him. She managed to get away from him and not to bump anyone in her passing as she made her way outside of the keep.

She didn't understand why Oberyn wouldn't choose her, she even admitted that she cared deeply for him, but that wasn't enough. She hoped that he didn't want to change her the way her family always tried to do.

Why am I never good enough to be the only woman?

Satine felt something wet slide down her cheek and her hand lifted to rub it off. A tear? I must be getting soft then. I shouldn't let it affect me...but it does. He doesn't understand that I've always had to compete with Cersei for Jaime's affections then it changed when she gave birth to Joffrey. They had a special bond. Mother and father to a child.

She walked down to the various steps, planning to go to the waters and watch the ships and waves pass by her. She heard the familiar clanking of metal and rushed towards it, wanting to know who was fighting and if she should interview.

Satine came to a halt as she found Jaime working on his swordplay with his left hand. He kept on sparring with someone she couldn't see until she came close enough to see that it was Ben. They were laughing as they spar. Satine watched from the shadows as she saw them rest for a moment.

Ben giggled as he fell to floor while Jaime warned, "Be careful, Ben. You don't want to hurt your head."

Ben nodded in response as Jaime picked him up and sat him on the ledge near the rocks. "Who are your favorite knights, Ben?"

Ben curled his lips as he thought about it. "I like Ser Duncan the Tall. He proved to all of Westeros that no matter where you come from, you can still be a knight and become a legend. Thank you for teaching me swordplay."

"You're welcome. My sister told me that you take a liking to swords."

Ben nodded with excitement. "I am good at it."

Ben's eyes glimmered as the gold hand shined in the sun. He took Jaime's golden hand and once he saw his reflection in it, he then started to make faces into it. He stuck his tongue out and widened his eyes a bit. He giggled a little bit and whispered, "I like your hand, Ser Jaime."

"You do?" Jaime asked, surprised by him. "Most find it disgusting. I think I would've been better off with a hook if you asked me."

Ben laughed. "You'd be a pirate then!"

"I'd be able to fight better," Jaime said then started to slash the air in front of Ben which caused Ben to laugh as he dodged it. "See? It would be an advantage."

Ben gave him a curt nod and then continued to play with his golden hand as Satine came in front of them. Ben's eyes became excited as he yelled, "Satine!"

He ran towards her and hugged her. Satine returned his hug fiercely before fixing his hair and wiping his face off of some of the dirt. Ben lightly pushed her hands away as he murmured in embarrassment, "Stop it."

Satine looked to Jaime who gave her a look as she said to Ben, "I need to have a word with Ser Jaime for a moment."

"I'll be practicing in the bushes," he said before he ran away.

Satine gave him a soft smile and the joined Jaime as he sat on the ledge near where the waves were met with the rocks. "Thank you for spending time with him."

"He's a smart boy. He reminds me of Tyrion."

"Have you done anything yet to save him?"

Jaime gave her an irritated look. "What can I do? We'll get caught if we try to escape."

Satine leaned closer and said in a soft voice, "We could. We have the resources and people can be paid just as easily. We can put him far away where no one could touch him like father couldn't find me."

Jaime seemed to think it over for a moment until he said, "He could win-"

Satine scoffed. "Father will make sure the scene is set and Cersei will be the one with the knife in our brother's stomach. No one would blink an eye."

"You can't run from everything," he reminded her.

"Sometimes running is the only way to survive when the lions are chasing you," Satine told him.

"Yes, but they will catch up."

Satine stared at him angrily. "Why are you judging me more often when you yourself are no better than me? Is it because of Oberyn?"

Jaime was silent as they stared at each other. "If you disobey father and hide away with Tyrion, he will not stop at finding you this time? You may have given him a surprise before, but he will be expecting it this time, Satine."

Satine looked towards Ben who was busy slashing at the bushes as flowers flew around him as he laughed. Jaime spoke again when she didn't, "Ben will suffer. I know you care for him. It's hard not to. Let me take care of you. You never let anyone especially me."

"There's a reason for that," she replied coldly without looking at him.

"Tell me then," he said urgently.

"Because," she started. "I always end up with disappointment and broken promises. It's what our family does best-our legacy."

"I've never disappointed you," he claimed.

Satine curled her fingers around the stone underneath her as she said with caution, "When I left, I was with child, Jaime."

There was a moment of silence before Jaime whispered, "Who is the father?"

Satine saw a hint of anger on his face when he asked her of this. Satine bit the inside of her cheek then looked to Jaime. "I'm looking at him."

"Why…" Jaime began before he rubbed his hands over his face. He seemed older now in this moment as she confessed to him about their son. "Boy or girl?"

"Boy," she said. "I gave him away."

"You did what?!" Jaime asked in outrage which caused Ben to stop hitting the bushes and turn his ears to their conversation. "How could you-"

"I had no choice," she said fiercely. "I will not let him suffer the fate of being a bastard here. I did what I had to do because of the love I bore for him. That is what a mother does."

"I had a right to know."

"You fucked our sister and she became with child, you both managed to fool Robert and the world that he was his son, but I had no husband and I was with no man," she responded. "How could I tell you? I was always your second choice compared to my own sister."

"That was never true," he insisted angrily. "It is not my fault that you tell yourself that."

She shook her head and said sadly, "You never take responsibility for anything so how was I know that you could care for him?"

Jaime scoffed and looked into her eyes. "I don't believe that. You knew that I would never turn you away or our child! Where is he?! I demand to know where my son is!"

"In a place far away, where no one touch him," she seethed with fury. "Not me, not Cersei, not you nor even our lord father. No one! He's safe. He's happy!"

"He's our son. He's a Lannister! His place is-"

"Not here," she finished firmly. "He's dead if he comes here. His fate will be set in the stones the moment he steps onto a boat headed here. What kind of mother would I be to condemn him to this life? It could be only cruel, but selfish. The hardest thing I've ever had to do was give him away. He was mine and now...now he's someone else's son. That thought tears me apart, but I know it's for the best that he not know any of this."

Jaime suddenly cupped her face into his hands and said sternly, "I understand why you did what you did, but...he is my son too. The choice was not yours alone and you should've included me."

Satine pushed him away from her roughly and stood up to leave when she noticed that Ben wasn't there anymore. "Where is Ben?"

"Gods, he probably heard us, you know?"

"Bastard," she muttered before she left Jaime.

Satine and Tyrion sat in silence of the dark cell with only a stream of light pouring into the small room through the tiny window. She didn't want to leave, she knew that this would be their last moment together. She came in here looking for Ben, but she did not find him anywhere.

Their father and sister would make sure that Tyrion dies and will be written in history as a kinslayer. Meanwhile, Jaime would do nothing about it. This had been their story ever since Tyrion was born.

It was the same, this game would never stop. It would be repeating again over and over again like it always had, she thought. Only this time, Tyrion can't get out of it. Our family will make sure he dies this time.

"I could…" Satine trailed off softly. "I could have Oberyn go in your favor. He cares for me, Tyrion. I could sway him towards you."

Tyrion sighed in a hopeless way. "Even if you were to succeed, Father and Cersei will not let me go without some kind of severe punishment. They'll make me take the Black. You know how much I love women and I'm too small to fight. I would die either way. Taking the Black is only delaying the inevitable."

"Tyrion, if the gods wanted you to die then they would've let you die when Cersei accidentally dropped you from a balcony when we were younger. I was there to catch you though. You've been through all of the seven hells in your lifetime. You survived things worse than this. You're smarter."

"Perhaps not father," Tyrion muttered. "Cersei is clever when she's grieving. Robert Baratheon died by her hand or well, he was drunk thanks to our cousin, Lancel and killed by a boar-by the way, did you know that she's been fucking him and some of the other knights as well while Jaime was captured?"

Satine chuckled nervously, not knowing how to respond. "Why does that surprise me? I guess she's always been a whore."

Tyrion glanced quickly at her boldness. "Someone's not happy this morning. I see that you've grown tired of our sister."

Satine nodded. "You should've seen her face when she found out about Oberyn and I and then father forcing me to marry a man who lays with other was happy that I was miserable. She hates me. She always had, but over the years, I had hoped she would change. She's only worse now."

"To be fair, you did sleep with the man she loves and she still thinks you killed Joffrey, but you're only guilty of one of those things," Tyrion reminded her.

Satine scoffed. "I wish I could excuse Jaime and I, but he is my brother."

"Why did you do it?"

Satine tried to give him an answer and all she could say was, "He was there for me. He was always there I suppose. I thought that no one would care for me as Jaime did or would. Then he had sex with Cersei and I refuse to be someone's second choice."

Tyrion felt as if there were a few parts missing in his sister's explanation of why she left Westeros and laid with their brother. " Don't forget that Cersei still managed to get rid of Ned Stark and House Stark."

Satine felt her jaw hardened and she looked away from Tyrion. "Yes, she did, but not all of them. Sansa is still alive."

Tyrion eyed his sister carefully. "I'm sure she is wherever she went. Cersei lost Arya Stark, the younger one so who knows if she is alive. Probably not."

"All of Westeros thought the same of me and yet here I am, able to kill a man with my bare hands," Satine said softly. "Anyways, Father did that. We are like him, especially you, brother. You can beat him at his own game. I'll help you deal with Cersei as well. I'm your champion, remember?"

Tyrion eyed his sister again especially at her confident stance. Satine was sure of herself and her abilities which made Tyrion wonder what exactly has his sister been up to in the last decade or so. Tyrion knew that if Satine had survived all these years by herself then he could only assume that she was strong and clever.

Tyrion chuckled. "I don't forget easily. Cersei will no doubt choose Jaime...or the Mountain."

Satine stood up straighter and looked back at him without a hint of fear in her eyes. "I know. When I fight for the people I care about then my opponent should be frighten for their own fate. Have no worries, dear brother, I will not fail."

"If you fight or stand up to father and Cersei then Bell will get punished." Tyrion told her, he didn't know why was persistent in giving his sister all the reasons to quit her quest to prove his innocence and save her own life instead.

Satine seemed to think it over for a moment before nodding. "Ben knows this as well which is why we've been training. He's a survivor just like us."

Tyrion let out a frustrated sigh and leaned his head against the stone wall behind him. "You really are irritating, you know?"

Satine smiled widely. "You won't be able to get rid of me that easily."

"A pest you are most of the time."

Satine crossed her arms over her chest. "Father is trying to force me to marry Loras Tyrell. I think he knows about my relationship with Oberyn. He paraded the marriage around him, Oberyn was furious."

"What do you feel towards Oberyn?" Tyrion asked curiously.

"I want to be with him." Satine confessed. "Just him. I've never felt this way before. Not ever with Jaime."

"Wouldn't it be history repeating with you and Oberyn? He has his paramour, Ellaria Sand. Mind you, they've been together for years and have children," Tyrion said nonchalantly, not wanting his sister to get hurt again.

"Yes, I've met them. They're strong warriors like Oberyn," Satine said. "Good allies should the time come."

"Get out while you can. Oberyn won't choose and even if he does, it can't be you. Satine, Ellaria's been there longer and she is the mother of most of his children. The Sand Snakes is what they call them."

"I know," she replied grimly. "You're right which is why I stayed away in the first place, but he...it's different."

Satine bit her bottom lip, not knowing if she should tell her brother about her son. It could be the last time they might ever see each other or talked to each other.

"How is it different?" Tyrion asked curiously.

Before she could answer, a guard strode into the cell. "You are banned from seeing Lord Tyrion, Lady Satine on orders from the queen."

Satine scoffed lightly. "Of course. I will see you at the trial, brother dearest."

Tyrion gave her a nod and watched as she left him alone in the cell. He then closed his eyes for a moment before he heard a squeak in the hall. He watched as the door opened, he expected his death at this very moment. He frowned as he saw Ben peek his head through.

Ben was now considered a smart boy who was very small. He often visited Tyrion in his cell, days befores the trail. Tyrion was surprised at hearing that his sister had taken in a stray-a thief too he heard from the guards. Satine would have to be careful with that boy, Tyrion thought. Our father and sister would use their power to get rid of the boy should he get in the way.

"If they catch you down here-"

"Let them. I don't care what they think of me. Lady Satine won't them hurt me. I won't let them hurt her either," Ben interrupted him.

Tyrion let a small smile come onto his face as he stared at the boy. The boy was strong and determined, Tyrion could admit that. He hoped that the boy wasn't stupid. He would die quickly and Satine would be devastated. Tyrion was right about his theory on Satine giving birth to a lovechild with Jaime. Tyrion guessed that perhaps she gave the child up and was now regretful of it. He wondered if that was why she left. Tyrion knew that this was her main reason for taking in Ben.

"How did you sneak past the guards?"

"I'm small. They don't look hard enough."

"A mouse among the cats. Clever."

"Thank you, m'lord."

"So," Tyrion drawled out curiously. "Tell me about my sister's relationship with the Viper. Does he love her?"

"I heard them fightin'. So I left, then she fought with Ser Jaime. I didn't want to be there anymore," Ben explained.

Tyrion nodded. "That would explain why she seemed sad when I saw her. What was it about?"

Ben grew quiet as he twisted the end of his tunic together in his small hands as he looked to the ground. "I don't know."

Tyrion chuckled. The boy knows how to keep a secret or two. Good. He'll survive longer.

TBC...

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