Dear Inkdrops, for now again a jump in location - back to King's Landing and to Jaime.
Thank you very much for reading and for your comments!

As I found the story is progessing more slowly than I thought and planned, I will change certain tags.
Also, I made the Targaryen children a bit younger and changed Rhaenys appearance for plot reasons. :)

To the Guest who commented on Ned/Natalia: Yes, I totally agree, they make the better couple at the moment. This was not planned in the beginning though, it is a "love that developed" while I was writing them. There will be some developments quite some time later though, but it will be more a relationship between Jaime and the Black Widow and it will also be a lot different concerning the dynamic from what she has with Ned.

To my other Guest who made the suggestion of a flashback: I don't really want to include Cersei as a POV but as I really like the idea, I will put something in that is a bit alike to it :).

Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel or GOT.
Trigger warning: Mention of torture, rape, abuse and insanity because you now...Aerys.

Jaime

King's Landing, 280 AC.

While he had suspected it fairly quickly after his arrival in King's Landing and taking up his work in the Kingsguard, Jaime was certain now: The king was insane. Insane and dangerous, not simply insane and unfit to rule. He liked to play with fire, literally. Jaime was a brave man, everyone including himself said so, who would not shy away from killing, but he would never torture like that. Never. He would never make someone scream or die over stolen bread. He didn't find pleasure in cruelty. But he had sworn an oath that he had to honour, so there was nothing to be done than going away inside and trying not to think about what kind of monster he was protecting. A monster that beat and raped his wife nearly to death, Jaime could hear Rhaella's cries and pleads far too often, especially when Aerys had worked himself up with wildfire. But as the Queen was not only Aery's wife but also his sister, this made it even more inexplicable to him - he could never in all ages of men imagine himself touch one of his sisters, least of all the sister he desired, in an unkind way.

The king was a monster who took a beautiful, exotic woman as his concubine to hurt and degrade his sister-wife even further. Who then tortured the poor exotic looking woman. Jaime often wondered where she was from, with her jet-black hair, high cheekbones and the almond-shaped eyes. Maybe from Yi Ti? But how did she get to King's Landing and fell into Aery's clutches? He would probably never know, she would not speak to anyone, from what Jaime had heard not even to the maids that were sent to her chamber to attend to her and make her presentable to the King. Jaime did not know her name, he wasn't sure if anyone did. He was also certain that nobody really cared. He tried to not care either, it was better that way, but still it didn't go unoticed that her face and probably rest of her body too got marred by more and more scars the longer she stayed.

Despite his proclaimed indifference, Jaime tried to get Elia out of Aerys' way, sweet, innocent Elia who loved her husband Rhaegar so dearly and had nearly died giving birth to baby Rhaenys. Rhaenys who was constantly insulted by her grandfather because of her black hair and her mother's chocolate eyes. On one of their escapes from Aerys' wrath, Jaime ushered Elia into the godswood in the Red Keep. There, under the hearttree, Elia poured out her heart. She talked more than Jaime had ever heard her talk before, about her family, her brothers Doran and Oberyn Martell and Tony Sand who was living at Highgarden. She told her about her hope to be loved by Rhaegar some day, the perfect beautiful prince and how it had hurt her to be slighted at Harrenhal. She also told Jaime about the newest gossip - how hot-headed Brandon Stark was getting married to Catelyn Tully who, according to what Cersei had told him some years ago, was as boring as a fish. Eddard and Natalia Stark had not been invited and were still considered a disgrace, but Lyanna would be there. At that moment, when the kingsguard looked at the young, heavily pregnant, charming, gentle young woman with the little girl on her arm, he found that she would have deserved better than the fate she had to endure.
He wanted to talk to someone, wanted to lighten his burden so desperately, but there was nobody. Nobody he could trust not to call him a traitor. Not even Cersei. He hated to think so but deep down he knew it was true. Jaime was certain he loved her and she loved him, but this accusation was something that would not fit into her picture, something she would not deal with well and he couldn't quite say why.

Cersei wrote far too seldomly, she was probably busy, or, more likely, she had still not forgiven him for joining the Kingsguard. How couldn't she see that this way, he would never be with another woman but her? In contrast the letters by his other two siblings were a pleasure, a light in the dark that had befallen the Red Keep, even though writing and reading was still difficult for him. His little sister told him about the happenings in Brookbridge, about the parties that should arrive, Lord James Barnes from the North, Lady Margaery Tyrell from the Reach and Lady Natalia Stark from the Vale. The whole group that had teamed up at Harrenhal but Lyanna Stark would be there. Weirdly enough, Jaime felt as if he was missing out on a meeting among friends, which was incredibly weird and untrue. They weren't friends.

It turned out that Tyrion was meant to be engaged to Lysa Tully after Jaime's betrothal to her had not happened and he wasn't sure whether to be happy or sad about this. Tyrion could definitely have done worse but also have done better, he doubted the Tully-girl had any of the snark but also acceptance Tyrion would need in a wife. A friend was probably what he needed, but friends were difficult to find in Westeros.

Besides his growing uneasiness, training with Barristan Selmy and Arthur Dayne proved to be the best that could have happened to his skills, but he also hadn't felt that beat since he had been a squire. When he told Tyrion and Carol about it, Carol's answer included some lines in a different but well-known hand.

Maybe it will teach you some humility, you could use some, Lannister. Your sister could too. Actually, both sisters could.

He grimaced, but unfortunatedly, Lady Starshield was probably right. Lannisters weren't exactly known for their modesty, Lady Starshield's kind-of-Lannister husband seemed to be the exemption. Still, it rubbed him the wrong way that Carol obviously had told her about what he had written, Jaime was sure that she would not spy into a little girl's correspondance, at least not in times of relative peace. Alas, one could never be sure, especially not with women.