~ Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken ~

3rd person's POV; Kings Landing

Littlefinger stood in Cersei's rooms with a small knowing smirk on his face, the former Queen spoke to him about Lysa Arryn his now deceased wife, he'd killed the woman in much the same way he'd killed the whore he'd sent to poison Anaris Stark, Littlefinger had not gotten any news on wether the Kingslayer was grieving the death of his wife, child and father but by the looks of Cersei he was betting Anaris had perished with the babe.

"There is another matter, your Grace. Something so urgent I couldn't trust the words to a raven. You once charged me with finding Arya Stark. To my shame I failed you. But I have found Sansa Stark. Alive, and well, and home again. In Winterfell" he dropped his smirk when Cersei turned on him, her eyes were slits and her face became pinched in so much anger Littlefinger was almost terrified of her, almost.

"That's not possible" she hissed, her mind reeling at what he'd said, her fury and rage that she'd tamped down after her fathers murder bubbled up and she was tempted to have Littlefinger killed for even uttering the younger Starks name in her presence.

"My sources are well placed" Littlefinger said, lying through his teeth to the woman who looked ready to murder anyone who stood between her and the Stark girl "They tell me Roose Bolton plans to marry her to his son, Ramsay, a bastard recently legitimized by King Tommen"

"Roose Bolton is Warden of the North by the grace of my father" Cersei growled at Littlefinger, his words were well spoken and she had believed him, which was a very stupid thing on her part.

"Indeed. As reward for stabbing his own king in the heart" Littlefinger smirked at Cersei's back as she turned to pour herself a cup of wine.

"We were fools to trust a turncloak," Cersei shook her head as she took a deep gulp of her wine, Anaris had once said she drank too much wine when she was angry or stressed, Cersei knew the younger woman was right.

"Marrying his son to the last of the Starks gives him more legitimacy in the North than an alliance with a hated southern house" Littlefinger jumped when Cersei slammed her cup down onto the table as hard as possible.

"I will skin him and his bastard like that wretch on that bloody sigil" she shouted making the simpering man take a subtle step back.

"I would counsel patience, your grace" Littlefinger tried to make her calm but his words seemed to have the opposite effect and he suddenly wished it was Ned Stark he was dealing with.

"Patience?" Cersei turned her fury onto him and got into his space making Littlefinger step back further "Sansa helped murder my son, Roose Bolton is a traitor"

"Stannis Baratheon is also a traitor, marching with his army on Winterfell," Littlefinger said making her blink twice in slight shock "Let Stannis and Roose battle, let the enemies of the throne slaughter each other and when they're done seize Winterfell from whichever thief survives"

"Winterfell is 1,000 miles away from here. The weather has already begun to turn" she scoffed at his idea but she was tempted, she could ship Anaris and Jaime up there after they came back from Dorne with her beloved daughter, if whoever has Winterfell couldn't kill them the cold certainly would.

"That is why it is critical to strike soon, while the victor still licks his wounds" he watched as she turned from him once more, she touched her chin in thought "Surely your Uncle Kevan could muster a force"

"My Uncle Kevan has all the courage of a kitchen mouse" Cersei chuckled with disgust at the thought of her uncle, he'd scurried back to Casterly Rock as soon as he realised that he wouldn't be Hand of the King like his brother.

"Ser Jaime, then" Littlefinger said, a small smile on his face, a glimmer of malice in his eyes all of which Cersei had missed while she took another drink.

"Jaime is away on a sensitive diplomatic mission, I've no idea when he'll be back" she told the simpering man 'if the Dornish didn't kill him and Anaris first'

"Yes of course, I'm sure Ser Jaime is also still grieving for his wife and child" he nodded with fake understanding and Cersei raised her eyebrow at him in question.

"Lady Anaris is alive and well" she took in the look of absolute shock on the man's face, mistaking it for receiving false information and not for the fact that he was the one who plotted her murder "their child, a little girl, Ilyanna did not" Littlefinger snapped out of his surprise.

"I was told differently, please forgive me" Cersei waved him away and he bowed but in his mind he was cursing the whore and the fact that Anaris was alive somewhere.

~ Dorne; Anaris POV ~

I raced down the corridor, my fighting clothes covered in sand, my cheek stinging from the scrape I'd gotten when Ser Ashter all but beat me into the ground, the boy was fast, faster without his armour on and he was good, I'd made a stupid mistake and he'd been ready for it, shouldn't have told him it was no holds barred in the sand ring.

Heavy foot steps and breathing followed behind me and I knew Ser Rylen and Ser Ashter was hot on my heels, a Dornish guard had come to make sure I was alright and had told us that Jaime and Bronn had been found in the Water Gardens trying to get Myrcella to go with them when Bronn had knocked out Trystane, who was with Myrcella, Bronn was taken to the dungeons and Jaime was currently in a room under the watchful eyes of Doran's best men.

"Ris what are you doing here?" Jaime hissed at me as he took in my clothes, the top left little to the imagination and my leather britches were as tight as he had seen them, the fighting clothes that were made here were easier to move in and much more breathable.

"Making sure you don't lose your head" I said making him look at me like I'd lost mine, I looked to the guard and shooed him from the room, he went without another word, Ser Ashter and Ser Rylen were outside the door already, waiting for when I left.

"Really Ris, why are you here? How did you know I'd be here" Jaime asked me as I got closer to him with a small smile.

"You really think I wouldn't follow you here, husband?" I asked as I walked up to him and touched his cheek gently, "Cersei kept telling me that you went on a 'diplomatic trip' that was a secret, didn't take me long to realise that she'd send you here" I kissed him on the lips gently, "silly man, you should've just told me and I would've organised this"

"She ordered me not to speak of it with you" he muttered with a pout making me kiss him gently again, he went to deepen the kiss when I stopped him with the tips of my fingers.

"And since when do we follow her orders, she's not our queen" I sat down next to him and took his hand gently, he inched closer and kissed my shoulder "have you seen Myrcella? Properly and not through the eyes of a concerned father" I smiled at his narrowed eyes "I know you, Jaime, I know you adore her very much and I also know that when it comes to protecting the ones you love you're blind"

He sighed deeply and tilted his head back in thought, "she's older and gods she is truly beautiful," he whispered "she was with Trystane when Bronn and I found her, they were holding one another like we used to before..." he flopped back into the chair and I laughed.

"She's no longer a child, my love, she's a woman in love" he peered at me through squinted eyes and I laughed harder "I was 3 years older then her when we were married, gods feels like yesterday"

"She's 16, what does she know of love" he huffed as I touched his leg gently and squeezed it.

"What did i?" My words stopped him pouting and he sat up abruptly making me chuckle.

"So you still love me?" He asked inching closer to me, I rolled my eyes at the spark that appeared in his eyes.

"If I didn't I wouldn't be here" I said making him smile and drag my face to his, his lips clashing with mine as his hand threaded through my hair and he pulled me to straddle his lap, his golden hand settled on my lower back as he pulled me impossibly closer and continued to kiss me like he was a man dying of thirst and I was cool water "gods Jaime" I whimpered as he made my hips rock against his, my hands clenched and unclenched on his shoulders as I took over the rocking, swivelling my hips just a little bit I made him groan out a curse.

His good hand grabbed the back of my head and he attacked my lips with such ferocious kisses that he stole my breath "tell me to stop" he mumbled against my lips as his golden hand slid under my ass and he began to help me rock against him "tell me you're not ready and I'll let you go now" I shook my head and he took that as what it was, I was ready to be his again, I'd been ready since the morning he'd come to tell me he was leaving Kings Landing, he swooped in to kiss me again while he stood with me in his arms and put me on the chair where he'd been sitting, he knelt between my legs and pulled me to the very edge of the seat.

"Lannister if you stop now I'll murder you" his cheeky grin said everything he wanted to do to me and more as he deftly removed my boots and britches, when pieces of my skin were uncovered he peppered it with soft kisses as he drew higher and higher up my leg, when he was done with one he started on the other making me wither in anticipation, he nipped the highest part of my thigh just below their apex while I started to pull at his hair and finally at his shirt trying to remove it from him.