Layarah Targaryen. She lived in the North for her own safety after her father and mother died and the end of her family reign. Her time in the North wasn't pleasant. Terrible of thing have happened to the girl which she tried to forget but she could...
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Jaime had cleaned up, shaved his beard, cut his hair short, and dressed in red silk. Layarah grinned seeing his short hair and new look. She thought it suited him, made him look like a warrior instead of a prince.
"Now I know I'm more important than your locs." Layarah teased. Jaime rolled his eyes walking over to her bending down. Jaime admired his wife, how strong she became and how little she changed. Jaime pressed his lips against her soft pinkish lips. Their lips moved in motion before Layarah pulled away smiling up at Jaime. "I'll be taking Vhaegal tomorrow to the people. They love him more than anything.." Layarah spoke. Jaime felt terrible that he hadn't been with his son. His son never wanted to go with him, cried every time Jaime picked him up, he didn't want to admit it but his heart broke seeing that. Layarah noticed how Jaime's face faltered, she placed her hands on his cheek robbing it softly. He wanted to touch her hand but his was gone which saddened him even more. "He'll love you just as he loves me." Layarah said softly.
"It's not looking like it. I know I've been gone for a year and a half but my heart breaks every time I pick him up and he cries." Jaime sighed, looking down at the ground. "I must be patient... but I've never been a patient man." Jaime spoke.
"Yes, I know." Layarah smiled.
"You should know since I fucked you before our wedding night." Layarah looked up at Jaime, her eyes wide before hitting him in his chest. "What? All I speak is the truth my dear." Jaime grinned before pressing his lips on Layarah's. He didn't want to take it further since he believed after they made love Layarah wouldn't be as satisfied anymore. And wished he would be another or fuck another like Cersei had done. Layarah broke the kiss smiling up at her husband, missing their small conversations.
"How about we reenact that night." Layarah smirked, pressing her lips against his once again. Jaime's heart stopped as he broke the kiss.
"My father called for me. I'll see you later." Jaime said before pressing his lips on Layarah's before leaving the room. Layarah furrowed her eyebrows as she watched her husband leave her. She wanted to tell him her plans yet it wasn't the right time.
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Jaime held up the sword his father had gifted him in the air inspecting it. It was a Valyrian steel sword. Most don't know how to make a sword so unique. The sword wasn't very large but it held a good balance. The blade compared to no others Jaime had seen, he had only read of it in the books now it was in his grasp.
"Magnificent." Jaime awed.
"Mm-hmm." Tywin said, looking at the blade.
"Looks fresh-forged." Jaime said, the heat still radiating off the blade.
"It is." Tywin spoke, turning around taking a seat to his desk.
"No one's made a Valyrian steel sword since the Doom of Valyria." Jaime spoke, turning around to face his father.
