Thank God my exams are over, I can return to writing this story :D I will warn you... I might not be totally sober for some parts (by which I mean most) of this chapter as I've been writing it for over a week but fingers crossed you won't be able to tell... ;-)
My Reason 12 The Crumbling
Hands running through his hair, Robb paced around his bed chamber whilst Alyssa looked on, helpless in her current position with the presence of Theon and now Maester Lewin and some of the other men. She wanted the bed to just open up and swallow her, it seemed she had been forgotten.
"If my mother has Tyrion Lannister and is bringing him here, there could be a whole Lannister army on their way as we speak!" Robb fretted. "I need to call the banners,"
"I'm right behind you," Theon stepped up, then noticed Alyssa. "But maybe here is not the place to discuss such things,"
"One moment," interjected Maester Lewin. "Your mother merely has Tyrion in her custody, that in itself is not enough to spark war, especially when your father is the hand of the King," Robb paused and looked at the maester thoughtfully; he had a point. "Also, if she's captured him on the way back from King's Landing, then no word will have yet reached the capital," Alyssa just stared at them all, wide-eyed. Nobody had spoken to her yet and she was feeling more and more uncomfortable.
"You're right, now is not the time or place," sighed Robb, smiling weakly at Alyssa. "Where will she bring him, is she planning on riding back here?"
"I know not, my Lord. The raven didn't specify," Maester Lewin replied, bowing his head. "I just thought you should know,"
"And what do you suggest I do at this stage?" asked Robb.
"Right now? Rest, my Lord. We shall see if there is any more news on the morrow," Robb nodded and thanked him and Theon for informing him, in his head cursing the timing although his and Alyssa's previous activities were suddenly far from his mind. They apologised again, nodding to Alyssa and left, Robb banging the door with his fists behind them.
"Seven fucking hells," he sighed, walking to the bed with his head down. He could feel a headache coming on, and the soft candlelight was doing nothing to aid it. "I'm sorry,"
"What are you sorry for?" asked Alyssa, still wrapped in his furs, moving to him as he sat heavily on his bed and resting her hand on his shoulder gently.
"That, really. I wasn't exactly expecting visitors, and hate to put you in an awkward position,"
"It's fine, considering what they had to tell you. They were probably more embarrassed," she shrugged.
"Oh you don't realise the jibing I'm going to get off Theon tomorrow," he smiled weakly.
"At least you're getting some," she pointed out with a grin.
"Come on, you're more to me than that," he stated, "Although I do enjoy those things as well. But not tonight,"
"I understand," she swallowed, pulling the furs tighter around her body feeling a chill. "I'll dress and go back to my bed chamber if you like," and began to rise, searching for her clothes amongst the rushes.
"No," Robb stopped her by lightly but firmly grabbing her arm. "I still want you to stay with me," Alyssa responded by kissing him softly and pulling him into the furry nest of his bed, and wrapping the covers and her arms around him tightly.
"I won't go anywhere," she whispered, kissing his shoulder as it was the nearest part of him her mouth would reach. He squeezed her tighter in response, and remained in that position until she fell asleep. Sleep came eventually for Robb that night but it was fitful and not restful at all. In the morning, he felt exhausted and drained despite the delicious sight of Alyssa, still naked, sleeping soundly and peacefully in his arms.
King's Landing
Later in the evening, Olivia and Amelie were chatting animatedly in the enormous feasting hall. Arya had gone to bed and Sansa was nowhere to be seen, no doubt in some corner whispering with Jeyne about whatever Joffrey had wanted.
"So, you not dancing tonight?" Amelie pointed out, already in her cups and celebrating with the other nobles.
"Not yet, I need to get my dancing feet on," Olivia indicated her wine cup, giggling as her friend poured her some more.
"Here, get some of that down you!" she exclaimed, almost spilling it in the process.
"I can manage," laughed Olivia, rescuing the cup and pressing it to her lips. She looked around at the feast, despite the younger residents going off to bed the room was still packed to the rafters. She saw Ser Loras deep in conversation with Renly Baratheon, the King's younger brother. Joffrey was speaking with his mother in the shadow of the ever present Sandor Clegane; the hound. He made Olivia shudder, and not just because half of his face had been burned away. Even Lord Baelish seemed to be enjoying himself, having plied himself away from running his brothel and other businesses for a night.
One of the knights Amelie had been cheering for earlier caught her eye, and with a flourish she excused herself to go and dance with him leaving Olivia to continue surveying the scene.
"A splendid tourney, if you don't mind me saying so," a voice cut in, interrupting her thoughts. She turned to meet the green eyes of Jaime Lannister. He seemed to have appeared from nowhere, she didn't recall seeing him on her scan of the room.
"Yes, most eventful," Olivia agreed, raising her cup in acknowledgement. "Despite the casualties, of course,"
"Of course," replied Jaime, looking down briefly. "Mind if I sit with you?"
"Be my guest," replied Olivia, feeling flushed as she moved up along the bench to make room for him. She noticed he sat beside her where there was the least room, forcing her to be pushed up against him before she moved away slightly, though not so much that she could still feel his muscular thigh against her.
Glancing again at the top table, the queen appeared not to have noticed them. Olivia couldn't exactly place where the feeling came from, but she knew Cersei would not be happy to see her and her twin conversing. Smiling, she returned her attention to Jaime. Previously she had dismissed him as aloof and arrogant, yet tonight he could be just the distraction she needed to return to her normal, carefree self.
"I'm pleased you returned with us," he said pleasantly.
"Why's that?" she enquired, hoping she knew where this was going.
"I thought you were involved with our dear hand's prisoner when we were in Winterfell," he shrugged. Olivia flushed, she didn't even know Jaime had noticed who she spent time with when they were north and hearing Theon's name from his lips was uncomfortable.
"We had some fun, that's about it really," she shrugged, not one to mince her words no matter how improper it was considered. Jaime laughed at this.
"You have some interesting recreational hobbies," he commented, raising his cup to her. Laughing in return, she clinked her cup with his and took a deep drink.
"Oh and I'm sure you don't," she teased, brushing his arm with her fingers.
"We all have our vices," he retorted knowingly. Again, not knowing why Olivia glanced in Cersei's direction again. This time the Queen had definitely noticed them together and her mouth was set in a taut line, she did not look happy.
"Come on, you can't expect me to believe you of all people have bad habits," she pouted, replacing her fingers on his arm only this time keeping them there.
"I'm sure nobody is as innocent as they appear to be," he remarked, glancing at the revelry around them. "Can I pour you another drink, or would you prefer to have one somewhere quieter?" Olivia knew this was the invitation she had been waiting for and wasn't going to pass up the opportunity.
"Where would you recommend?" she asked, fingers lightly stroking the material of his dress shirt.
"Well, coincidentally my bed chamber is both quiet and offers spectacular views over the water," he raised his eyebrow questioningly, taking her other hand in his. One last glance at Cersei sealed the deal – the Queen looked so pissed off Olivia thought her face might fall off. Glancing around, she caught Amelie's eye who winked.
"That would be lovely," she replied. "A most appealing invitation."
Once in his bed chamber, they both knew what they were there for and fell into a passionate embrace. Gods... his hands all over her body just seemed to automatically find her erogenous zones and he hadn't even touched and of her most sensitive places yet. He removed her clothing slowly and deliberately, paying homage to every inch of flesh he exposed with well-practiced fingers and mouth.
She was desperate to undress him so she was not alone potentially vulnerable in her nakedness, but Jaime's expert hands rendered her blissfully helpless. As if she wasn't already stimulated enough to leap on his cock there and then, his way of making sure she was prepared with his tongue and fingers in her nether regions almost sent her insane. Primal instinct took over and she hastily grabbed at his clothes, wanting to feel his flesh against hers, his hard cock inside her as soon as humanly possible. She didn't even mind as he roughly flipped her onto her knees, and cried out loudly as he entered her forcefully from behind. Or would have been had she not been as wet as she had ever experienced in his life.
As they settled into a rhythm, she knew Jaime had some impressive stamina. As he took her, she pondered her situation in the rare fleeting moments of sanity as he moved precisely inside her, every sensitive spot receiving homage from his deliberate movements. Theon knew what he was doing but it was all so frantic and passionate... Jaime was very controlled, even in his lovemaking; as if he were putting on a show and had to be the best lover he possibly could. Olivia's mind felt blown, she'd never experienced anything like this before. Jaime was handsome, but a lot older than her and being in the kingsguard also meant in general very off-limits, but even this one time would be worth it. She imagined how pissed off Cersei would be, the thought making her smirk and throw all of her energy into riding the cock of the Kingslayer.
Spent yet satisfied, Olivia slept peacefully in Jaime's bed that night, though experienced a rude awakening the following morning.
"Brother! Must you bring the brothel fodder into the castle?" Cersei's voice rang from the doorway, clearly disgusted. Taken aback and still sleepy, Olivia took objection to her comments.
"I beg your pardon?" she challenged, seeming to forget it was the Queen she was addressing.
"Oh, Lady Dorsinger, I did not realise it was you," Cersei's voice became lighter, but the scorn and mockery was still present. "Forgive me for my assumptions,"
"What do you want, dear sister?" Jaime mumbled sleepily, refusing to acknowledge the situation.
"You were not at breakfast, I came to find you," his sister replied, her voice like ice and expression set in stone.
"I'll be a long shortly, thank you for your concern," he smiled, at which she seemed to thaw out but only slightly.
"Very well. And really, Olivia, you ought to be more careful about how you conduct yourself around here," and with that remark she shot Olivia a look of pure poison before she turned on her heel and marched out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
"Protective sister?" Olivia enquired to break the ice, though she already knew Cersei did not like the idea of any other girl with her brother, if only she knew why.
"You could say that," he shrugged. "But breakfast does sound like a good idea, I feel I have worked up quite an appetite,"
"Well there's always time to work up more," she suggested, sensually trailing her hand from the centre of his chest to where his thick blonde pubis hair nestled above what was to be her prize.
"You're quite right," he replied with a smirk on his head. "Off you go, I could do with some sword practice,"
"Actual sword practice?" Olivia enquired, finding this hard to believe.
"Well, I wasn't planning on using wooden sticks," he shrugged.
"Seriously?" she asked incredulously, anger and shame starting to build up – she had gone back with him in hope of using him to satisfy the hole she thought was caused by the Greyjoy and began to feel sick when she realised she had in fact been used.
"I am not one for jokes and folly," he replied, getting out of bed and stretching, naked, in front of her. Instead of being aroused by his body she felt repulsed and made an effort to cover herself. "If you run along now you should still catch breakfast,"
Olivia couldn't speak, merely gathered her dress which was thankfully nearby and pulled it on under the bed covers.
"You weren't this shy last night," Jaime smirked, aware of what he was doing to her.
"You weren't such a cunt," she muttered, and as soon as she was clothed she fled from his room and didn't stop until she reached her own chamber, feeling self-pity and stupid. O way was another man going to do that to her.
Winterfell, a some time later.
Alyssa had never seen Robb look so angry, it emitted an unfamiliar stab of fear as she looked at him, prompting her to avert her gaze. His knuckles were white as he squeezed the parchment in a fist, staring straight ahead. Alyssa realised she wasn't breathing and took a deep breath, preparing for him to reveal the contents of the message that had recently arrived.
"My father was attacked. I cannot stand by and let this happen, those Lannister cunts will pay!" he declared, raising his voice at the end, making Alyssa flinch.
"Your father was attacked? Is he OK, what about the girls?" she asked in a low voice filled with panic.
"Jaime Lannister and his men accosted him in King's Landing. Jory...Jory and some of his men lost their lives. It says they didn't stand a chance, and father's only under the King's protection again because it appears he left and then retook his position," Alyssa felt the tears falling down her cheeks before she realised she was crying. As she wept, Robb snapped out of whatever fury-filled trance he had been in and rushed to her, taking her in his arms and stroking her hair, soothing her with whispers of love and comfort.
He found it difficult not to shed a tear himself, especially as he hadn't yet broken the other news; his mother had written to let him know Tyrion Lannister had walked free as a result of a trial at the Eyrie. His Aunt Lysa had lost her best knight, and Catelyn Stark was headed back to Winterfell. The implications of these actions were great, if the imp was free then no doubt he would run to his father, Tywin Lannister, and this would certainly spark war if not for his father as hand. He wished Eddard was with him now, to guide him and offer words of wisdom and comfort. He had maester Lewin and Theon, but one was aged and the other was desperate to either get his arrows or cock wet it seemed at times.
This game would have to be played very carefully indeed.
OK, not my best work but at least I got an update out before it got too long
