Game Of Thrones - One-Shots

Jaime Lannister - Whatever You Want

"How could you," you scream at him, throwing the nearset thing to at him, which happenes to be a goblet. 

"How did you find out," he asks softly. 

"I was with my father whem he realized it. And even if I wasn't, I would beleive what he says. But that doesn't matter!"

"Y/n, please, lets sit and talk about this." You can see the sadness in his eyes and have to look away. 

"Just answer my question."

"You know Cersi, you know how she is."

"So this was all her? You didn't consent to it? You didn't, at any time, want to fuck her?" He runs his hand through his hair. "I knew it." You turn away and start pulling your gowns out, throwing them in the waiting trunks. 

"Please, just, stay the night, and we can talk about it and if you still want to leave in the morning I will help get everything set up. You can go where ever you want. But please stop for now." 

"I don't think I can trust you now."

"A Lannister always pays their debt." 

You turn and glare at him, but your gaze softens quickly when you see him. The sadness is still in his eyes, but now he looks distressed. His hair is crazy, he suddenly looks like his actual age and exhausted. You try to stay firm but it's so hard. He's your Jaime, the man who left the Kingsguard and finally gave in to his fathers wishes so he could be with you. 

"One night and I will decide in the morning. And you will answer all of my questions truthfully or I will walk away and you will never see me again."

"Of course. I will answer whatever you ask and I will answer all of it." You slowly go the table that is in your chambers and sit in one of the chairs, deciding the bed to be intimate at the moment. He pours two goblets of wine, placing one in front of you and then sits in the opposite chair. 

"When did it start?"

"I don't know, we were young. She was newly flowered, that much I remember."

"Are they yours?"

"Yes."

"All three?"

"Yes." 

"When was the last time?"

"A year or two."

"Then what about Bran's fall?"

"That wasn't me. I stopped the thing with Cersi because I found out that she was fucking our cousin Lansel. I was mad because I had never been with anyone but her. The King I understood, but not Lansel. It's possible Bran saw them together. I swear, that was not me." The sincerity in his voice and face makes you beleive him. The Jaime that you knew would never do something to hurt a child. 

"I beleive you." You raise your goblet to your lips and take a long drink. "So you were never with her when we were together or bethrothed?"

"No. When we got to Winterfell it had been over for a while."

"Did you love her? The way that you say you love me?"

"I thought I did. But I don't think I knew what this kind of love was like until you. I do love you, Y/n. I would do anything to make you happy, even if it meant that I would never see you again." Tears start to build in your eyes so you take another swig of your wine, finishing the goblet.

"I don't know what to do," you say softly. Jaime stands and moves over to you. He pulls out your chair and then kneels in front of you. "Jaime, don't-"

"Stay with me. I know that you don't trust me right now. We can start over from the beginning, or have separate chambers, I'll sleep on the floor. Just please stay with me, I can't imagen not at least seeing you every day." 

You can feel your heart break at this sight before. Jaime Lannister, on his knees in front of you and begging. The greatest swordsman in the seven kingdoms is on his knees begging for you to stay with the most heartwrenching expression on his face. He looks so defeated. With a sigh you lean down and rest your forehead against his, closing your eyes. He reaches up and places a hand on the back of your kneck but you know if you moved he would let go quickly. 

"I can't stay here. I can't see her and bow down to her and act like everything is okay."

"We can go to Casterly Rock. I'll find a way to get Sansa out of here, and your father if he lets me."

"You don't like Casterly Rock."

"It doesn't matter. I'm the future Lord of Casterly Rock, the city watch in Lannisport and many men will follow me right now, more men then the army they have here. If they don't let your Sansa and your father come with us then we will go to war. I'll fight alongside the Starks. I just want you to be happy." A single tear runs down your face.

"Jaime," you say, pecking his lips softly. You reach up and run a hand through his hair, placing your other on his arm that still has his hand on the back of your neck and squeezing gently. "I love you. I am still bloody pissed about this, do not get me wrong. But I do love you." He squeezes your neck gently and you know that if you opened your eyes you would see the love and hesitation in his eyes. 

"Just tell me what you want me to do and I will do it." You sigh, moving so you are not in the chair anymore but kneeling with him as well. You pull him to you, resting your head on his shoulder as he wraps his arms around you waist. 

"I want to go to Casterly Rock as soon as possible. I want to find Arya. I want Sansa to come with us. And my father has to get out, even if he has to go to the wall or stay hidden somewhere in Casterly Rock, he has to get out if at all possible." You feel him nod his head and then he starts to pull away from you. "No, not right now. Right now I want to lay in bed with your arms around me and forget that I found out about this. Just for the night. Tomorrow I will be pissed again, but right now need my husband to comfort me because my father was just deemed a traitor."

"Whatever you want Y/n. From now until death, I will do whatever you want."