Bella-swan11: Don't worry, Jaime will change towards Lily :P

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To let you know, when I wrote this chapter I had stick in my head the song Black Horse The Cherry Tree from KT Tunstall. So, I had some influence from this song in this chapter, just slightly. Yeah… listen to music or humming any song has a great influence at the moment of writing something.

Well, I don't bother you anymore. As always, I don't own A Song of Ice and Fire books and GOT show, except for my OCs and part of the story. English is my second (foreign) language, Spanish is my first. Sorry for the typos.

Chapter 9

It has been two weeks, right now we were between The Neck and The Twins. When it was near nightfall, the King ordered to stop and make camp.

I still feel depressed by leaving behind everything I loved, but I obligate myself to be strong for the girls. Right now, my sisters were my responsibility during my father's absence as Hand of the King. It was hard and tiring taking care of them, they were always fighting and speaking ill to each other and sometimes Arya hit Sansa, making myself to separate them.

Also, I've been thinking about what Tyrion told me, to give it a chance with his arrogant older brother, to know him better. I had the intention to get close to him and I could notice that Prince Charming was trying to do the same, but the King and his sister kept him busy. So, I stopped the advances and I dedicate myself to other matters.

I was under a tree drawing the beautiful landscape of the place. The Green Fork river, the green fields, and tall trees, and from afar you can see the big towers of The Twins. I was enjoying the view and the quiet sound of nature; for the first time since our departing, I was enjoying a free time alone. I look over Luna who was laid by my side. "What do you think, Luna? I should give him a chance?" My direwolf looked at me with curiosity, "You think Jaime Lannister is a good man?" As if Luna understood me, she barked like she was saying 'yes'. "I don't know him well, Luna."

"Don't fall in love at The Kingslayer… He will hurt you." The words of that mysterious voice in my head were still repeating in my head.

"But the story is leading me to him."

"You can get married to him without falling in love. Most of the marriages are like that in both worlds." The voice told me.

"But I'm not that type of woman…" I muttered and shake my head to disperse those thoughts before continuing with my drawing and humming the rhythm of a song I barely remember its lyrics.

If I'm going to stay here forever, should I give him a chance?

I will let everything flows and see what happens…

"Why in the worlds you like to be alone and far away from the rest?" I heard a voice by my side. Speaking of witch…

He was in front of me, looking at me with curiosity and with that smirk of his. Luna got nearer to him with her tail moving happily, and Prince Charming greeted her by ruffling her fur. "I wanted to draw the landscape, that's all. This is the best place to do it." I explain to him. Then I noticed it was getting dark. "I better go to my tent. I couldn't finish my drawing." I said disappointed looking at my unfinished piece of art.

"Are you well, Lady Lylian?" Prince Charming asked. I could see the worry in his eyes.

Why he's worried about me?

Then I remember Tyrion's words before our farewells.

Is he truly a good man, with good intentions?

"Yes, I'm well. Thank you for worrying, Ser Jaime." I said with a small smile.

"I will escort you to your tent, is almost dark." Prince Charming commented as he was offering me one of his arms.

"I have Luna-"

"I will be less worried if I know you arrive safe and sound to your tent." He insisted. For a moment I doubted to take it, but I finally did it.

Both of us began to walk to the tents and Luna behind us. "I miss hearing you sing. You stopped doing it since we left Winterfell."

"I didn't have the mood to do it." I told him still emotionless.

I heard him sigh. "You know we can visit your family once we get married and establish in Casterly Rock."

I stopped our steps and I look at him seriously. "Why you are so confident I'm going to marry you?"

"Because I know you will choose me." He said with that stupid smirk.

I let go of his arm and I arched one of my brows. "Cocky, aren't you?"

"I will gain your trust and we will get married-"

"Keep dreaming, Lannister." I said with sarcasm before walking again to my tent, and of course, Prince Charming behind me.

We stopped once we were in front of my tent. "I will not stop until you accept me as your betrothal."

"Let say I fall for you and I accept you as my future husband, then what? You will have me as a trophy? As an object who only serve you to be by your side and give you babies?" I snorted. "That's not me, Lannister."

I was about to enter in my tent when he spoke again. "I will make you the happiest wife in the whole Westeros-"

"With the gold?" I ask bitterly. "I'm not that type of woman-"

"I know you don't and that's why I want you to be my wife." I began to laugh by his comment. "You think this is funny?"

"If you are saying it because of my beauty, my wild personality and my voice mesmerize you, you are being superficial-"

"I'm seeing what is beyond of your appearance." He said in a serious tone, causing me to stop laughing. He's speaking serious? I saw his smirk again. "I see that I left the Bold Rose of Winterfell without words."

"Don't be arrogant, Lannister." I said angrily. "Luna, get inside." I ordered to my direwolf. But instead of doing what I told her, Luna was rubbing herself to Prince Charming's leg, as if she were asking to be rubbed. Prince Charming smiled and rub her fur around her ears. "Luna!" I scold at her as she whimpered and enter to the tent.

"She loves me, I'm impossible to resist." He said with a smirk.

I groan as I rolled my eyes for his arrogant comment. As I was entering to the tent, I heard him said. "I will not stop until I have your hand." I rolled my eyes again.

When I finally entered, Arya and Sansa looked at me with curiosity. "What?"

Both noticed my humor and they only shook her heads.

Better. I'm not in the mood for 'girly talk' about someone who I began to hate because of his arrogance.

*.*.*.*

Jaime Lannister was right, he didn't stop on me. Since that conversation, he found an excuse to escort me to my tent and try to talk to me, and sometimes he gave me flowers. Most of our conversations ended with me complaining about his arrogant personality and he insisting that he will have my hand. But there were times that our conversations were not that bad, but still, there was an uncomfortable atmosphere.

One day everything changed, when I was drawing alone as always and having Luna beside me, one of the Lannister guards found me and told me that his order was taking care of me under Ser Jaime's command. Obviously, I've told him to it wasn't necessary because of my direwolf, but his superior insisted and he stayed and escort me to my tent. Since that day, I had a shadow on my back everywhere I go alone.

We were on The Eyrie, a rocky and mountain area. Also, the heat began to grow and I could see the sun for the first time since I woke up. This body began to hate it, but I love this weather.

I sat on the ground from a small hill for drawing the landscape, using my legs for support. But I couldn't concentrate because a Lannister guard was with me as a shadow. "You do not get bored or something?" I asked the guard who was taking care of me.

"My order is-"

"-escort you under Ser Jaime's command." I repeat the same words that Lannister guards have told me. "I know that. But the reason that I'm always alone is because that I want to relax and make some drawing." I told the guard. "I'm with my direwolf which is equal to a man, for now." I indicate to him. Luna was still a puppy, but she was the size of a big dog.

"But is not enough for me." We heard Ser Jaime's voice at our side. The guard bowed at his presence. Luna greeted him by getting nearer to Ser Jaime with her tail moving happily. "You can leave now." Jaime ordered him.

After the guard left, I got up from the ground to look at him better. "I don't need an escort, it is enough with my direwolf-"

"As I said, is not enough for me." After Ser Jaime said this, he gave me a bunch of wild flowers. "Flowers to a beautiful Rose." He said with a smirk.

Timidly, I grab the bunch of flowers. "Thank you." I muttered.

Then I saw how the Kingslayer was smiling. "Is the Bold Rose of Winterfell blushing?" he jested.

"Oh… Stop it!" I answer angry and avoiding his eyes.

"Yes, you're blushing." Ser Jaime said as he was getting close to me. "I love that blush of yours. You look charming." I rolled my eyes.

I started to get nervous when I saw how he was getting closer to me. Fuck, why the hell has to be handsome and so…? Focus… He's still an asshole… "I have to inform you, Ser Jaime, that you can't give me more flowers. I see few flowers around here."

"I will find my methods." Now he was very close to my body. Fuck, he is so tall and strong… that beautiful smile and… Fuck, I'm going to die by spontaneous combustion…

I look to my flowers, trying to avoid his intense stare over me. But he made me look at him again when I felt his fingers grabbing strands of my hair and putting them behind my ear. The expression of his cat-green eyes was impossible to identify, but those eyes had me hypnotized.

His face was getting close to me slowly, and instead of my body react and pushing him away, my body just stayed there, waiting for his kiss. I could feel and smell Ser Jaime's breath. Then a slight touch of his lips…

"Ser Jaime…" The magic moment broke by the voice of a man and I jump in fright, stepping away from him. It was a Lannister guard.

Ser Jaime sighed in frustration. "What is it?" He snarled to the Lannister guard. His eyes looked intimidating, his whole face expression looked intimidating. I wasn't the guard and I was scared of him too.

"I… Uh- I was sent to looking for you, Ser-"

"For what reason?"

"Uh- The King is commanding you, my Lord." Answer the guard nervously.

Ser Jaime growl. "I'll be right there."

He turned to me but again the Lannister guard interrupted whatever he was going to do. "He said immediately, my Lord."

Ser Jaime growl again. He was going to say something but I interrupted by taking his hand, making looking at me. "Relax and go."

"I will go after I leave you in the tent." I was going to reply that I will be fine, but he didn't let me. "I'm not going to accept a no for an answer."

I rolled my eyes. "Lead the way." I gesture with my hands pointing at the tents.

He offered me his arm and I grab it. The Lannister guard was several steps forward to give us some privacy. "You shouldn't treat him like that. He only has orders. He's doing his duty."

Ser Jaime sighed. "I know."

Then I remember his face when the King calls him by 'Kingslayer' or simply doing his duties for the King. "To let you know, I don't like how the King treats you. Especially when the King calls you with that infamous name you have, Ser." I muttered. I could feel the intense look of him over me. I dared to look at Ser Jaime and he had that strange look.

"You know why people call me 'Kingslayer'?"

I nodded. "My father told us why. The whole story." He looked at me with some disappointment in his eyes. "In my opinion, if you weren't kill 'The Mad King', it would be another and be called 'Kingslayer'." I muttered.

His face was surprised. "I thought the code of rightfulness would be in you, Lady Lylian." Jaime said with a smirk.

"Is not about being rightful, Ser Jaime, is about sooner or later someone was going to kill him because of its actions. Someone close to the King, and someone had to do it." I told him. "I know that the name is very offensive for anyone, especially if you have a vow over your King, but Aerys was killing innocent people and that's even worse. One way or another, someone had to stop him from that." Ser Jaime was looking at me intensively. "In my opinion, you did the right thing, no matter the people's opinion." When I finished my explanation, I saw in his eyes a glint of admiration.

The rest of the way to my tent was silent, but I felt that something changed… or maybe it was my imagination.

Once we arrived, Jaime ruffled Luna's fur and then he looked at me. "I love to have a conversation with you, Lady Lylian. You surprised me today." Jaime said with a smirk.

"I'm glad." I said with a small smile.

He grabbed one of my hands and place a gentle kiss on it. I began to feel my face was getting hotter, and see how Jaime was smiling. "I love that blush on you."

"Th-Thank you, Ser Jai-"

"Call me Jaime." I nodded. "See you soon, Lady Lylian." Jaime said as he released my hand. I was going to say to him to call me Lily or Lylian, but I couldn't find my voice. I got distracted by him.

He sighed and look to the Lannister guard. "Let's see what the King wants, shall we?." Jaime said as both men began to walk.

I entered to my tent. Arya was nowhere to see but Sansa was there. When my red-haired sister saw my flowers, her eyes beamed by happiness. "Ser Jaime gave them to you?" I nodded. "Tell me everything, sister. Did he kiss you? How was it like? He was like the songs?" my sister began to bombard me with questions.

Oh Jesus and Old and New Gods… give me some patience with this hurricane…

*.*.*.*

I was in front of my father's tent and Luna was by my side. My wolf looked at me as if she encouraged me to enter and speak to him.

I sighed. "Father, can I come in?"

"Yes, Lylian." My father answered and I entered at his permission.

His tent was small. Only has a bed, a screen, and a desk with a chair, and over the desk was a little lamp. My father was sitting in his bed with a cotton shirt, some pants, and boots. "Papa, I need your advice."

According to the past memories of this body, when Lylian was alone with her father, she used to call him 'Papa' instead of 'Father'. She loved very much her father and Ned Stark to her, and I'm beginning to love him too as a fatherly figure.

I saw my father noticing my mood, changing his face to a worry one. He tapped the bed, gesturing to sit by his side. Once I sat, he asked. "What troubles you, Lily?"

I was thinking in the right words for my father. "Papa… you get married to my mother not for love but for duty, right?" My father was looking at me with confusion. He nodded. "How you… fall in love… How you love each other over the time…?"

My father understood what I was trying to say. "It takes time, Lily. At the beginning, it wasn't easy, but over the years we fall in love each other." He explained and again I saw his concern in his eyes. "It is about your betrothals?" I nodded.

"I'm going to marry with someone I don't know or barely know." I chuckle disappointed. "I guess… I was expecting to marry with someone I know, someone who loves me and respects me, I guess. Not everything is like the songs."

"I have the same wish for you." I look at him with curiosity. "Seeing you with a husband who loves you and protects you. But not always is what we wanted." He hugged me with one of his arms. "Whoever you choose, I'm wishing that your future husband take care of you."

"I know Papa, I know you want to protect me. But… what if I don't have the same luck as you. What if I never get along with my husband? What if I choose the wrong one?"

"Try to make it tolerable, find the way to do it." He encouraged me. "You always find a way to solve things, and also I know you will choose the right husband."

"What if I fail-"

"You rarely fail. You are so clever and wise for someone from your age, I know you will make the right decision." My father moved a strand of my hair behind my ear. "You will be an incredible wife, Lily."

"Thank you, Papa." I said before hugging him. And my father corresponded my hug.

"I love you, Lily. I'm always praying to the Old Gods to take care of you." He said over my head.

"I love you too, Papa." I squeeze him slightly.