Chapter 4: Elia and Jamie

Elia woke to waves crashing on the cliffs, and the sound of the men laughing, talking, and shouting. Elia smiled as all sounds familiar hit her ears. She always woke up with a smile, because every day you wake up is a miracle. That was what her mother used to say. She leapt out of bed, was almost out the door when she realized she was in nothing but her nightdress. If there were only the Dornish men on board, she would think nothing of it, and neither would they. As the Dornish are known for a livelier and much more free way of living. But no, she was going to the Capitol for the Royal wedding and to be married to Jamie Lannister.

Living all her life in Dorne did not erase her knowledge, nor the memory of Jamie Lannister. She had met him once, when they were but children. Their mothers were friends and they had sailed to visit Casterly Rock. Joanna had died by the time they arrived, and Jamie was nothing but a bully. She remembered the many times he had pulled on her hair and caused her to trip while he laughed cruelly at her. Oh how she hated that boy when she was a child and now she was to marry him.

Of course it was known to Elia about his beauty. Everyone in Westeros complimented the Lannister twins and their beauty. When Tywin had been rejected by the Queen, he wrote to the Martells and Oberyn with a bastard on board was not a good match for the Lannister, but they still wanted Elia. And now she has to marry the knight.

Elia was not all displeased with her marriage to the Lannister; he is pleasing to the eye. She wanted to finally be out and away from Dorne. She spent sixteen name days there and had wanted to see the Rock yet again. She fell in love with it on the first visit and was happy that she will soon become the Lady of it.

After taking a look at herself in the mirror, she smiled. The flowing, light, purple dress contrasted well with her dark skin. Her dark locks cascaded down her shoulders in smooth waves and loose curls; and shined brilliantly as the mischief in her shadowy eyes.

Not wasting time to be in the fresh air, she rushed to the deck of the ship, gliding to the edge to peer down at the waves below her. The waves were so untamed and free. 'Just like her,' she grinned. Being born and bred in Dorne, there you find acceptance for who you are, without any tendency to hide or shy away from anything. Elia was a good fighter and even a better lover. But a maiden she was not; far from it. There had been many suitors over the months since her sixteenth nameday. However, very few had visited her bedchamber. The fact she had made love to a man and a woman before her marriage, she will not hide from it. Those experiences will be relished and remembered.

"So how was the captain of the ship? I hear he has a very skilled mouth," a male voice Elia recognized broke her gaze from the water, and turned to find her brother, Oberyn.

Elia gave him a smirk. "Knowing you my brother, you will find out by this evening." Turning back to the horizon, the view of the Kings Landing appeared to be getting closer by the minute.

Oberyn grinned back at her. "I do not think that he has an interest in males," he said leaning against the ship.

"I do not think that will be a problem for you, he will be yours by tonight my dear brother. I also suggest having his wife join as well. She had a strong tongue and is very adventurous." Elia commented, remembering their night in her cabin.

"Well, well, well sister. While I admire your conquests, you should stop philandering around so close to your wedding day. What if your betrothed were to find out," he said with a shake of his head.

Elia waved away his concern. "This sort of fun and behaviour is not accepted at Kings Landing. Besides, I am the respectable Princess Elia. No one will find out," she replied confidently while closing her eyes and leaning her head back allowing her skin to absorb more of the sun.

"I also hear that your betrothed has many suitors. How do you know that has not been fucking anyone else?"

Elia opened her eyes to look at her brother, her smirk never leaving her face. "Why must you be so crude Oberyn? Who visited his bedchamber beforehand does not concern me but I will make certain that no one will visit after I arrive. When I am done with him, he will be burning with passion solely for me and would be counting the days until we are married."

"I do not doubt that sister." Oberyn agreed but all at once became distracted by the captain of the ship. With a lick of his lips and a knowing nod from Elia, Oberyn smiled and rushed off for his next conquest.

While passing Oberyn's cabin, Elia could hear moans that were not only males, but a female as well. She just shook her head and smiled while she led another sailor back to her bedchambers with the intention to warm her bed.

Elia looked around the castle while standing on a grand balcony with Oberyn after having met the Queen. The King and his Hand were engaged in a small council meeting. The Queen was very beautiful, even in her pregnant state and very kind. She welcomed them graciously to the castle but had begun to feel faint and retired early to her chambers for rest.

"Look at the gardens!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling. Elia could hardly believe at the many colours that invaded her sight. So many thickets of flowers, vines, and trees beyond counting, it was almost baffling she could have nearly forgotten such a sight. Many pictures of sitting calmly with interesting books invaded her mind. Even thought she would be here just a few mere months she would feel more at peace by the fountains more than anywhere else in the castle was a guarantee. The rich smell of flowers and the water would always bring warm memories of the precious water gardens of Dorne.

"So full of flowers," Oberyn observed. "There are so many you can easily have a nice quick fuck and no one will see you there."

Rewarding him a chuckle, Elia closed her eyes and shook her head. "Are those the only things that cloud your thoughts my brother?"

Oberyn peered at Elia as if she had become mad. "What other important thoughts might cloud my mind sister. They are better thoughts, for they will bring me pleasure in the end. That, and the thrill of someone catching you make it very exciting," Oberyn raised an eyebrow. Elia's heartbeat began to quicken from the mere thought about it.

"I apologize for the delay. I trust your wait hasn't been too drastically dull?"

Lord Lannister's voice broke through the heated fog in both Elia and her brother's mind and turned to the source. Their attention fell upon a tall man who held a straight face, and without any hint of a smile.

"Not at all Lord Tywin," Elia assured graciously.

"We were admiring your gardens. They are very lovely with such abundance," Oberyn supplied with a smile.

Tywin responded with a simple raise of his eyebrow. His eyes then appraised toward Elia, observing her up and down, seemingly satisfied enough with her looks as he landed his penetrating gaze to her own. Taking a few steps closer, her eyes never broke from his as he took her hand. "It is a pleasure to meet you princess. I pray the journey was not too difficult?" Tywin planted a soft kiss upon her hand.

Elia smiled and gave a small curtsey, "No, not at all my lord. The journey was surprisingly very enjoyable. Thank you for your concern." Elia noticed from the corner of her eye Oberyn trying his best to suppress a smile.

"I am glad. Let us walk to my study," Tywin gestured inside. "I ordered the servants to bring us food there and Jamie will also be joining us." He gave his arm to Elia, which she took with a glowing smile.

Lord Tywin's study was very becoming. An office built to be as grand as every room to match the elaborate wealth of the castle. There were shelves after shelves of scriptures begging to be read, all carrying the same soothing, aged smell of parchment. In the middle of the room was a table filled with delicious food both hot and chilled. A figure near the window stood, turned from them, wearing crimson red and gold that glittered in the light along with his crown of golden hair. Lord Tywin cleared his throat and the figure turned, revealing Jamie Lannister.

Elia raised her brow, drinking in the man's handsome looks. His bright green eyes bore into her own until she moved her eyes lower to his full lips, also taking notice of how tall and muscular he was. It seemed the beauty of the Lannister was never exaggerated. She noticed immediately his observation toward her figure. Green eyes were looking her from top to bottom, although more with heated penetration than his father had. She smiled, knowing while she may not be blessed with largely accented curves as her sister possessed, but she did have a curve to her. Her breasts were larger and she loved the fact Jamie's stare landed directly at them before looking at her face, where her smirk widened.

Jamie took that time to glide over and kiss her hand. "It is a pleasure to meet you Princess," he greeted looking into her eyes with a smirk of his own.

"The pleasure is all mine Ser," Elia spoke in a low tone adding a little purr.

Jamie's eyes widened before a smile took over his face. Elia looked to her brother and Lord Tywin ,who were very engrossed in their conversation, not seeing the interaction just played. Elia looked back at Jamie, smiled again and sat down.

Throughout dinner Jamie did not touch a thing on his plate. He was looking at Elia with clouded hunger. She knew what she was doing and it was driving him mad. With almost any dish she tried, she offered plenty with her eyes and lips to the food in such a way; he was nearly driving himself mad over mere meat or fruit. If some subtle bites to her lips weren't maddening enough; her fingers would delicately slide into her mouth, her eyes closing with pleasure, sighing or lightly moaning over the delicious tastes. And always would she reopen that penetrating seductive stare each time as she would retract her fingers slowly from her dainty, moist lips. It was all beginning to drive Jamie to such a boil, all he wanted to do was take her right there on the table. Oberyn and Tywin paid no heed to anything but their discussions of business; but Eli had suspicion that her brother knew of her light dinner plays she was making to her betrothed. However, he said nothing and gave away nothing.

Jamie gave Elia a wink. "Father, do you mind if I give the princess a tour of the gardens before it becomes too dark?" he asked while Elia smiled into her handkerchief, wiping her mouth.

"Very well. We will be here," Tywin approved without hesitance.

Jamie shook his head, ignoring the fact when it came to assessing more money, his lord father did not care for anything else. With a quick offer of his arm to Elia, off they went. He did not lead Elia to the gardens as he had said he would, but instead had taken her to a shadowed corridor where he knew not a soul would come at this time. Coming to a stop, Elia looked at him questionably.

"Where are we Lord Jamie?" she asked

"No one comes through this hallways," he explained shortly. "You have been torturing me all dinner with those little moans of yours, now I want to hear you moan my name," Jamie lightly growled, his steps toward her beginning to push Elia back against the wall. "Now."

"I do not know what mean, my lord. I was merely enjoying my meal," Elia stated her smirk giving her away any innocence. Once Elia's back touched the stone, Jamie lips found hers in one swift kiss. He kissed her hard; his tongue entered her mouth with no permission. Elia's hands flew to his head to grip his hair roughly, bringing him closer. Jamie's hands slowly moved to her breasts giving them a hard cup, making Elia moan into his mouth. Jamie's mouth left hers; both of them breathing heavily.

"I want to hear you moan more," he panted and began to massage her breasts. Elia's head hit the wall, eyes closed as she bit her lip so as to not make a sound. Jamie growled and moved to kiss her neck. Elia's eyes flew opened and against self-control, a moan escaped her mouth. Jamie smiled into her neck.

Elia smirked. Now it was her turn. With little effort, she pushed Jamie off her. He looked confused but she continued to smirk. Elia began pushing him until he sat in a chair. She sat in his lap, feeling his hard member so close to her heat. Elia looked at him, took his face in her hands and kissed him but slower in time as she began grinding her hips into him. Jamie groaned into her mouth and she smiled, never halting her movements but her lips moved toward his chin. She kissed and nibbled there, making sure not to leave any marks. Her kisses moved to his neck and her hips began to pick up speed. Jamie was panting now, holding onto Elia's hips causing her grind even harder. He was so close, so close. He was going cum very shortly. He closed his eyes waiting for his peak, when suddenly, it was all gone. He opened his eyes wide, still panting and Elia was there with a smile on her face and her arms crossed across her chest.

He looked at her confused while she whispered in his ear making him whimper. "You have to wait until we are wed," she said with such mischief shining in her eyes. She walked away, making sure to move her hips seductively as she did. Jamie looked on until she was out of his sight and then leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes, his member still painfully hard. Jamie could not wait to marry that woman, for he knew that this girl will be the death of him.