Sarah groaned as Jaime thrust once more inside of her and brought her over the edge. He pulled out of her, his seed spilling on her belly before he collapsed on top of her, lying in between her thighs, his head nestled between her neck and shoulders. Sarah remained still, panting for breath before she moved her hands through Jaime's short hair and he finally moved his head to lay in between the valley of her breasts and she continued to stroke his hair.

"Did that live up to your expectations, Princess?" Jaime wondered and Sarah let out a shrill laugh as he spoke.

"It was less painful than I had been led to believe," she admitted.

"I did my best," Jaime muttered, closing his eyes and contemplating going to sleep in between her soft mounds. Sarah's hands continued to run through his hair, massaging his head as her thighs remained spread open to keep him close to her.

"We should get dressed," Sarah suddenly said. "Lord Varys said that he would be back soon enough and I would hate for him to catch us in such a compromising position."

"Then you would be scandalised for the rest of your days," Jaime said, moaning as he sat up and Sarah did the same, feeling herself stiffen in sudden pain as Jaime pulled his shirt over his head and reached for her gown. He tore a small piece of the bottom of it before he reached upwards for the jug of water.

"Lay down, Princess."

"Why?" Sarah asked, but Jaime ignored her questions and pushed her back to the floor softly by her shoulder.

She remained still as she felt water trickle down her legs and Jaime wiped the blood from her thighs before cleaning his seed from her belly. He chucked the cloth to the side and kissed her beneath her breast on one of her bruises before moving to kiss her squarely on the lips once more.

"You might be sore for a day," Jaime warned her, "but it should pass soon enough."

"It was worth it," Sarah promised him and he rolled off of her and reached for her underclothes, helping her dress once again and Sarah laughed as he ran his hands over her breasts as he pulled the cotton material up her body.

"We're supposed to be dressing," she reminded him. "You are making me want to do the complete opposite."

Jaime grinned and gathered her hair into one of his hands before he bent down to kiss her on her shoulder and she finished adjusting the sleeves on her shoulders. It took a few moments for Jaime to pull his breeches onto his body before he then helped lace Sarah back into her dress.

"You will need to give the dress back to Varys before he leaves you alone," Jaime urged her. "I do not want anyone to know that he gave it to you or that you have been out of your chamber."

"As you say," Sarah agreed and Jaime struggled to lace is breeches. Sarah noted and she bent down to his crotch level, her own hands pulling at the laces and Jaime did his best not to notice how her hand brushed against him every so often.

"You really are making this difficult," he informed her and she smirked. "And here I thought you were an innocent virgin."

"I was," Sarah responded, finishing the laces and then standing, helping him to tuck his shirt into his breeches. "That was until you stole me away from Dragonstone and corrupted me."

Jaime looked around pensively before he dropped his arms to wrap around her waist, pulling her close to him one more time as she dangled her arms around his neck and he finally looked to her. There was the usual air of confidence around him as he bent down to rest his forehead against hers, the feeling of her body pressed against his much more pleasant than he could have imagined.

"I think it is King's Landing," Jaime drawled, "it corrupts everyone."

"Perhaps you should leave it," Sarah suggested with him. "Go somewhere where you cannot be corrupted."

Jaime chuckled and then sighed, kissing her on the cheek. "Would that I could, Princess. I would prefer nothing more than to go back to Casterly Rock...it was so lovely there...the weather...no pressures...everything about it was my childhood."

"And you gave it up to join the Kingsguard."

"I gave it up to be with Cersei," Jaime contradicted her. "A foolish mistake which I wish I had known all of those years ago. Perhaps if I had met you before that time then I would be different today."

"I doubt it," Sarah responded. "I was merely a babe when you were a young boy. The age gap between us is quite vast. They would never have approved of you knowing me like you just have done."

"I don't think many would approve of it now," Jaime teased her. "Stannis Baratheon would be fuming with you if he knew."

"I think my father has bigger things to worry about," Sarah assured him. "I just...I don't want him to come here...I know that Cersei would like nothing more than to kill him and take him from me, even if he is the rightful King to the throne."

"And we both know that," Jaime muttered back and he pressed his lips to the tip of Sarah's nose before moving his hands up her waist to the soft curls which hung down to her waist. She remained still before she dared to rest her head on his shoulder and he smiled.

And it wasn't a smirk, nor was it a cocky turn of his lips. It was a genuine smile which made him look carefree with no worries. How had he come to this? How he had he turned into such a romantic fool around her? Jaime didn't know, but he liked it. He just knew that he had to find a way to get her away from King's Landing. He had to save her somehow.

"I'm not too sure what to say," Sarah suddenly whispered, her eyes looking around as she moved her head to his chest and her eyes fluttered around the darkened room. Jaime's cheek rested on top of her head and he shook his head against her curls.

He sighed lightly; "You don't need to say anything, Sarah. You just need to know that I will make sure you spend as little time in that chamber as possible."

"I trust you," Sarah muttered.

Jaime kept mute, her faith enough to drive him forward with determination as he bent down to kiss the top of her head and they spent the rest of their time stood in silence, their limbs entwined around each other in a loving manner.

...

Stannis Baratheon stood in the study of the maester at Castle Black after just arriving there in time to stop a Wildling party from attacking the Wall. The creation was vaster than he could have imagined, and the cold was much bitterer than he had imagined. He was wrapped up in two cloaks; Ser Davos sat across from him at the desk as the two men remained alone.

The letter crunched into Stannis's fist and he threw it onto the desk, his fist balled and resting against his chin.

"Your Grace?" Ser Davos spoke, wondering what was wrong with the man he served. He took a moment to look back over to Davos and urged him to pick the letter up and struggle through the words himself.

"They have Sarah," Stannis concluded once Davos's face scrunched up and his mouth gaped in shock. "They have my daughter in King's Landing. Tywin Lannister has ordered me to bend the knee and go to King's Landing in return to send Sarah to Dragonstone again."

"And do you believe them?"

Stannis didn't answer the question which Davos posed, not entirely certain what he should say in response. He didn't think that he could go down to King's Landing. He had been told that he had a war to fight in the North, not the South. But his daughter was in the South. His eldest child; the girl he never admitted to love but cared for dearly.

Yes, she had been a pain and she had disobeyed him. She had found her voice and she had admitted to caring for Jaime Lannister. But she was still his daughter. His own flesh, and blood and they had her. He didn't want to think about what they had already done to her.

"I believe that Joffrey will have my head on a spike as soon as I arrive, but I think he will have Sarah's next to it before my body is cold," Stannis gruffly said and leant back in his chair, wondering what he should write back and what he should do. "He would want to destroy the Baratheon family to make sure that no one could challenge his claim to the throne."

"But this is your daughter," Davos spoke softly.

"Do you think that I don't know that, damn you?" Stannis snarled. "I know that she is my daughter. God damn you, Davos; I know that Sarah has done nothing but cause trouble, but she is still my daughter."

Davos kept still, watching Stannis wrestle with his decision. He kept his lips pursed, wondering what more he could say to cause his King peace. But there was nothing. The decision was up to Stannis at the end of the day. Stannis was the one who had her life in his hands...well...supposedly.

...

Jaime settled down inside of his chamber the night before the royal wedding. He sat down on the edge of his bed and removed his golden hand from his arm, settling it down on the bedside table. He was about to begin undressing before he heard his door slam open, the sight of his sister walking in enough to make him cringe. It had been two days since he had seen Sarah and he and Varys had been plotting.

"You fucked the whore?"

Jaime stood up and glanced over to the balcony outside of his room. He kept silent for a few moments and then arched his brow, wandering around his room at a leisurely pace.

"And good evening to you," Jaime sarcastically responded.

"You should be careful where you choose to fuck, Jaime," Cersei hissed. "Perhaps the store room isn't the best place."

"How did you find out?" Jaime wondered and Cersei shook her head, anger still coursing through her veins at the mere thought of Jaime with another woman. It was ridiculous. Jaime was hers and she was his. It was the way it always had been. She only wondered what he would say if he knew she had been taking Lancel as her lover.

"It doesn't matter how I found out," Cersei snarled, "but I did find out. I found out and now I know you took her maidenhead from her."

"It is nothing to do with you," Jaime responded. "Sarah is twice the woman you are, Cersei and you just can't admit that. She is a lovely girl and being with her...I cannot explain it to you...and I don't want to..."

"You will pay for this," Cersei snapped.

"Why?" Jaime wondered. "I have seen the way you look at me for days now. I repulse you without my hand."

"And did you not repulse her?" Cersei wondered back. "Was she so pathetic that she pretended to enjoy it with you? Did she fake every movement because you aren't man enough to pleasure her? But she wouldn't mind, would she? She isn't woman enough so you are perfect for each other."

Jaime glowered to Cersei and she finally cemented her place in his heart. She was slowly losing her place there.

Cersei's cheeks flushed red as she pointed to Jaime and then moved over towards the door, calling back to him;

"Perhaps I will serve her head to you tomorrow at the wedding?" Cersei checked. "I am sure Joffrey would love it. It would really add to the entertainment."

"You wouldn't dare," Jaime said, watching as she opened the door and then looked back to him, her eyes glimmering with hatred for her twin.

"Oh, I wouldn't challenge me, dear brother, not now."