Hiding had always been something which Sarah had found herself good at doing. She suspected that was why she had gone most of her life being invisible to anyone around. But being on a ship back to King's Landing had proven to be a difficult place to hide on. She was ushered into the captain's cabin by Jaime as men jeered at her and looked at her as though she was a piece of meat.

Jaime glowered at the men until Sarah was safely locked in the cabin with him. She sat down on the edge of the bed and Jaime pushed his hair back from his face, turning to look at her before he poured himself a goblet of wine from the captain's desk. The ship was not vast, only a small hideaway for the captain was provided as shelter.

"Drink this," Jaime handed Sarah the wine. "A little bit of liquid courage never hurt anyone."

Sarah took the goblet from him and began to drink the wine, choking on it slightly as she did so. Jaime smirked and sat by her side as she pressed a hand to her chest and coughed. She continued to drink as Jaime moved his hand over her back, rubbing his fingers around the red material which sat on there.

"What will she do to me?" Sarah asked. "I assume she intends to keep me alive until my father surrenders his claim."

"Do you think that he will?" Jaime wondered in response from her and Sarah thought back to the Red Woman. Whatever she said would be what her father did.

Sarah shook her head back and forth; "I wouldn't want him to. The more time Joffrey sits on the throne then the more time shall be spent with the Seven Kingdoms fighting."

Jaime eyed her cautiously; "You would be willing to die for the good of the realm."

"Willing isn't the word I would have used," Sarah replied and Jaime smirked.

She stood up herself, swaying on the floor slightly before she poured herself another goblet of wine. Jaime remained seated where he was; his hands by his sides and she leant her hip against the desk, folding her arms before sipping on the bitterly sweet wine. Both of them were at loss for words. Jaime didn't know how many more times he could tell her that he would do his best to keep her safe, and she didn't know how many more times she could question him.

"So am I to be kept in a cell or a chamber?" Sarah suddenly wondered, unable to handle the silence between them.

"My sister has an amicable chamber set up for you," Jaime recited all that he knew. "You are to be under constant guard and you are not to leave those chambers."

"And how do you intend to sneak me out?" Sarah asked, setting her cup down on the desk and grabbing the edge of it as she stumbled on the rocking floor. Jaime held his hand out to her, urging her to move and sit down again. She took hold of his hand and walked back to the bed, sitting on the edge of it next to him, her hand still in his.

"I have a way," Jaime whispered, thinking back to Varys. "I think the less you know then the better it will be."

"Well thank you for filling me with confidence." Sarah replied dryly and Jaime darkly chuckled at her before wrapping both of his arms around her waist, her upper half turning to face him as she ran her hands over his shoulders. She wondered how she could feel so nervous in his hold, but she also felt as though it was right. None of her emotions made any sense.

She looked to his chest where his leather coat sat and he rested his forehead against hers, not entirely sure what he intended to do. He just knew that holding her filled him with content which he had not felt in a long time. He didn't even know where it had come from either.

"You have trusted me before and I have always proven myself," Jaime reminded her. "You should have confidence in me."

She nodded in agreement with him, closing her eyes as Jaime's lips once again pressed on her forehead and then moved down her face.

"I do," she assured him as his lips pressed against the side of her nose and she inhaled sharply, doing her best to recall how to breathe in his presence. Jaime's grin grew as he heard her inhale and exhale heavily. Slowly, he ran his hands up to her hair, his golden hand cupping back of her head whilst his other hand moved through her curls.

He tilted her head back, his lips moving up and down her neck, dusting her pale skin with kisses and she groaned as he found a sensitive spot. She was about to scold herself for making such a lucid noise, but Jaime continued to suck on her flesh and she shifted in his arms, extending her neck to give him better access.

"This is wrong," Sarah whispered more to herself than to Jaime as he moved his kisses over her collarbone to her shoulder. "I'm a Baratheon...my father would kill me if he knew...you're a Lannister..."

"You're very observant," Jaime added on. "But I also don't hear you complaining."

"I'm comp-"

She was cut off as Jaime nipped at her shoulder, now deciding to leave hot open mouthed kisses along her skin as he moved over to her other shoulder, narrowly avoiding the swell of her breasts which were just concealed by the top of her dress.

Sarah finally gathered the strength to take his head into her hands, her fingers tangling into his soft blonde locks as she forced him to look her in the eye, but Jaime had other ideas. He didn't care much for listening to her worries, mainly because it caused him to worry also. He moved with haste before she could speak, his mouth concealing hers and he knew that she wouldn't be able to resist him as he moved his left hand down her back, slipping in between the surface of the mattress and her backside to grab at her bottom. She groaned into his mouth and Jaime's lips quirked upwards as he moved his golden hand over her shoulder, slowly sliding it downwards until it caressed the curve of her breast.

It was then when she moved back from him, looking down to where the golden hand sat. Jaime looked down too and then pulled back, remembering that his golden hand was not his hand. He could not feel anything with it.

"I know that it is grotesque," Jaime told her and Sarah shook her head, catching his wrist and looking to his gold hand before he removed his hand from her backside.

"No, you were just a bit forwards," she responded, but Jaime seemed unconvinced.

"I understand," he promised her. "No one would want touching with it..."

"And who told you that?" Sarah wondered, debating what she wanted to do for a few moments. "Because all I see is a man who is nothing more or nothing less without a hand. It does not repel me, Jaime."

And to prove her point, she moved his golden hand back to her breast and Jaime looked at her before shaking his head.

"I cannot do anything with it-"

"-Oh Seven Hells," she cursed him and took his working hand, holding his wrist firmly in her grasp before she pressed his fingers against her other breast and Jaime looked confused for a second and she shrugged at him, not entirely sure what had come over her.

"I never knew you were so wanton, Princess," Jaime finally spoke and Sarah bit her cheek as Jaime moved his good hand over her breast, firmly squeezing it in his fingers as she moaned and he backed her up the bed.

"Perhaps I merely wish to make the most of my time with you before there is none of it left...besides...I am female...we do have urges..." Sarah suggested as Jaime finally saw her head hit the pillow of the bed and he collapsed in between her legs for the second time that day. "I don't know when it happened...this longing...but I can't hate it or deny it, no matter how much I want to."

"Good," Jaime muttered, "because you're not the only one."

Sarah searched his gaze for a few moments before she ran her hands down his cheeks, pushing his hair from his face as he kissed her almost lovingly on her lips.

"It's just you and me until this ships docks," Jaime promised her, almost as though that made it alright for him to take hold of the hem of her skirt and slowly pull it up her legs. "And you're the only one I want."

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Docking in King's Landing brought Sarah a swell of emotions. She stood on the side of the ship, her hands curling around the railing as she looked up to the towers in the distance. Jaime took his stand next to her and noted how she blushed as he rested his hand next to hers, his thumb brushing against her fingers.

She recalled all that had happened in the cabin and she was shocked none of the men on deck had heard her. Jaime had given her pleasure beyond her beliefs, but he refused to take her maidenhead from her. The last thing he needed was another bastard to his name. But there had been other ways to make her fall apart; ways that had made Jaime grin with satisfaction as she called out his name.

"The guards are waiting at the dock to put you in irons. I have no doubt that they will parade you through the streets like a trophy...to make the people see that rebellion will not be appreciated."

Gulping, Sarah remained silent as Jaime offered her some more advice;

"The best thing to do is to go away inside," he whispered. "Pretend that they cannot see you. Pretend that it isn't happening. It is the only think that you can do. Ignorance is bliss."

"Easier said than done," Sarah mumbled back.

The pair of them kept silent as the ship docked and Sarah climbed down the ramp which was placed up to it. It was as soon as she touched solid ground did two men dressed in red cloaks move to her and grab her arms, forcing them behind her back and fastening them together in irons. Sarah didn't fight as Jaime nodded at them and then took her by the arm, hauling her forwards.

"Keep your head high," Jaime urged her as people looked at the sight moving down the streets towards the Red Keep. Sarah did as he had said, ignoring those who stared at her.

She could hear yells and jeers, their voices echoing through her ears. They spoke of how her father was a traitor, of how she should have been kept on Dragonstone, of how her parents were twisted to the God of Light. She ignored the personal jibes; the ones who said that they would like nothing more than to give her a good fucking or have her suck on their cocks. She did note how Jaime's grip on her increased, almost as though he was possessive in some kind of manner.

They finally entered the walls of the castle and Sarah looked around, wondering what would happen now. She didn't have to wait long as she noted the Queen Regent and the King Joffrey making their way into the courtyard which she stood in centrally. Jaime released her from his grip, refusing to have his sister glower at him for being close to her. She already knew that she would make her life a living hell.

"My sweet cousin!"

Sarah could hear the insincerity behind Joffrey's tones as he outstretched his arms and made his way over to her, a few paces in front of his mother as he did so. Sarah remained still, her head held high as Joffrey stood in front of her. She had done her best not to be near Joffrey during her time in Winterfell and King's Landing after hearing tales of how he was a swine.

"So, you are the Baratheon whore my mother has told me of. The one who would support Stannis Baratheon in his attempt to have me killed," Joffrey commented, taking hold of her chin in his pale fingers, looking at her expectantly.

"I merely did as my father told me," Sarah lied. "As is a daughter's place."

"Even when the man is a traitor?" Joffrey checked, pushing her chin away with such force that she fell off balance and tumbled to the floor on her knees. "You are fortunate that I shall allow you to live long enough to see your father's head on a spike besides the other traitors to the King."

Jaime remained silent, the sight of Sarah on her knees, her head bowed and her hair covering her face enough to make him ball his hand into a fist.

"Did she put up much of a fight uncle?" Joffrey suddenly turned his attention to Jaime, but it was Cersei who glared and waited patiently for an answer.

"She was outnumbered drastically," Jaime replied. "She made no fuss, nor did she hurt anyone."

"I would suspect not," Cersei scoffed. "Look at her; the pathetic little bitch can't even hold her head up."

Sniffing, Sarah did her best to conceal her tears before she lifted her gaze up to meet the Queen Regent's and she wondered how much longer this open humiliation would go on for. The Kingsguard surrounded Joffrey, but Lannister men lined the majority of the walls around her.

"And did any of them try to rape her?"

"Tried," Jaime clarified, "but I did not let them. She is no use to you without a maidenhead. No man would want a spoiled creature with a bastard in her belly."

"No one shall have her regardless of whether or not she has a bastard in her belly," Joffrey laughed back to Jaime and his mother rested her hand on his arm, a small smile on her face as she did so. "Once Stannis Baratheon bends the knee then she is no use to anyone. Stannis's men will that she is the rightful Queen once I have her father's head. But when I have her head then I will take her and her ugly sister's head. There will be no talk of who is the rightful King then."

"She is no threat to anyone alive," Jaime responded, doing his best to sound nonchalant as Joffrey looked to her on the ground.

"Perhaps I could have her spend out the rest of her days in one of those whorehouses my uncle loves so much," Joffrey knelt before Sarah, delicately resting his knuckles under her chin to make her look him in the eye. "Would you like that, my dear cousin? You could become a whore and keep your life?"

Sarah remained silent, her eyes wide as Joffrey sadistically smiled. He stood up and looked to Ser Meryn Trant.

"I think our little guest has lost her voice, Ser Meryn. Help her find it," Joffrey demanded and Jaime's eyes widened in horror.

He would have her beat in sight of everyone. Joffrey walked away and Cersei looked hesitant for a few moments as Meryn drew his sword and moved closer to Sarah. Jaime's eyes met Cersei before she looked to the girl and then back to him; her gaze hardening and she too turned on her heel and followed her son.

Jaime knew that he would have to step in then as Meryn picked Sarah up by her hair and swatted her thighs with the blade of his sword, making sure not to cut her as she fell onto her face again. She screamed out at the pain before he took another moment to watch her try to crawl away. He grabbed her by her chained wrists and then slapped her across the face twice.

"Enough!" Jaime snapped, moving over to them with his hand on the hilt of his sword. "I am the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard and I said that this is enough."

"I am sworn to do as my King commands."

"And he does not command you to beat helpless women, does he?" Jaime snapped back. "The White Book says nothing of that."

"The Bitch is a traitor and my job is to do as the King commands."

"You are also to protect the King. That is your first job, so run along back to the King and leave the girl be. I shall take her to her chamber and you are not to touch her again." Jaime roared, moving closer to Sarah as Meryn stood tall and still, the other men in the courtyard merely entertained by the sight in front of them.

"I obey the King, not you," Meryn responded to Jaime and did his best to snatch Sarah from Jaime as he helped her to her feet. But Jaime was quicker. He drew his sword and pointed it straight at Meryn's throat, the knight still with his sword by his side. Jaime cocked his brow upwards and looked at him expectantly.

"You obey those who are superior to you, and that means you obey me," Jaime replied coolly and Sarah kept silent as she stood by his side. Gulping loudly to herself, she watched as Meryn backed away, slowly turning around and walking away from those who stood in the courtyard.

Jaime sheathed his sword once more and took Sarah by her arm, dragging her away from the sight which surrounded them. Sarah fell into stride by his side, rushing down the corridors with haste until they bumped into someone Jaime needed to see sooner or later.

"My Lord Commander," Varys drawled out and Sarah looked across to the bald man who carried his arms in his sleeves. He was rather on the large side, and he had a look about him that told Sarah that he could be dangerous if he so wished.

"Lord Varys," Jaime responded with an incline of his head.

"It is so good that I have seen you here. I heard about what has just happened in the courtyard," he turned his attention to Sarah and inclined his head once more. "My Lady Sarah...how I wish we could have met under different circumstances."

"You and her both," Jaime replied before Sarah had a chance to. He knew that they had to keep moving before one of Cersei's spies caught them loitering in the corridor. "I shall speak with you later on."

"Sooner rather than later," Varys dropped the subtle hint as Jaime continued to move once more and Sarah looked up to him, not daring to ask what he had planned. She only knew that it could be tricked from her if the Queen Regent wanted it to be.

It didn't take long before Jaime came to the small room which was to act as Sarah's home. The room had merely one bed and a small desk next to it. A window with iron bars sat too high for her to contemplate escaping. There was minimum sunlight and the door was fitted with locks and bolts on the outside.

"I thought you said it was no cell," Sarah commented and Jaime closed the door and she stood by the side of the bed as Jaime moved closer to her and took her face into his hands and ignored her snide comment.

"You need to do everything that I tell you to do," Jaime warned her lowly and she looked at his stern gaze."If I tell you to go with Varys then you have to do it. If you have to go without a moment's notice then you go. You have to trust me, Sarah. You have to believe me."

Sarah moved her own hands on top of his and she nodded in agreement as he bent down to kiss her again, the motion harsh yet not entirely unpleasant as his lips continued to roam over hers and she finally let him go, gasping for breath as he closed his eyes, the prospect of leaving her alone not one which entertained his mind.

"I need to go...but I will come back...I will try to..."

"I know," Sarah replied and Jaime swiftly kissed her one more time, cursing himself for getting so close to her before he stalked off and closed the door behind him.

Sarah's cheeks flushed and she sank down onto the bed, the closing of the door and the snapping sound of the lock enough to cause her to blink back her tears. It was that afternoon when she prayed to the Seven for the first time in years. She prayed that they would see her safely out of this turmoil...but most of all she prayed for Jaime.

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A/N: Thank you so much to smilin steph, chen, wolfofgriffindor, Kitty and CupcakesAndAlice for reviewing the previous chapter. I hope I'm not updating too fast and do let me know what you think!