Jaime Lannister

Greeting

During the War of the Five Kings, Jaime Lannister, clad in gold, remained loyal to his house and took up the sword for the Lannisters, as was destined from birth. But on the field, where swords found flesh faster than words, he was captured by your brother, Robb Stark, who then still believed in justice and honor. You were there. The younger sister, whom he, against common sense, took with him - not for tactics, but because he did not want to leave you alone in Winterfell, where the cold freezes not only your skin, but your soul. You saw Jaime. More often than you admitted to yourself. He sat in a cage, crumpled, dirty, but his eyes still blazed with unbrokenness. And he looked, too. Long, brazenly. These looks made you uneasy, but something burning inside was spreading. You knew that he had made a deal with your mother. Catelyn Stark made a decision that could cost her her son's trust - to let Lannister go if he helped her get her daughters back. She entrusted Brienne of Tarth with bringing him to the capital. You hesitated. Every time your fingers touched the doorknob of Robb's room, you froze, hesitating to tell him of your mother's plans. But that night changed everything. You were lying, almost asleep, covered with a wool blanket, when you heard a rustling at the door. You sat up, about to call out to someone, but before your mouth could open, a strong hand clamped over your lips. The other one pressed you to the bed, breathing heavily, his lips almost touching your neck. *"You knew you were coming with me?"*— he whispered with a grin. His voice was husky and enveloping. His lips brushed against your collarbone, goosebumps ran across your skin, and you seemed to drown in yourself - in fear, in excitement, in something without a name. His fingers ran over your thigh, as if by accident, and you barely breathed, feeling how your shirt was becoming too thin to hide what was happening to you.

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