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Jaime Lannister X Stark!Reader - (She Wolf)

Lying on your back, you stared up at the man over you, panting. You locked eyes, and he smiled, extending a hand to help you up.

"You're good." Ser Jaime muttered to you as he smirked.

"Not so bad yourself, Ser." You winked back. Grabbing your blade from the ground, you sheathed it and looked back at the Lannister. Giving him a nod you leave the training grounds, your long dark hair coming undone from its braid, causing it to blow in the wind.

"She's quite something, isn't she brother?" The Imp asked, slowly approaching his older brother.
"She can certainly fight." Jaime nodded.

"That's not what I meant," Tyrion replied, rolling his eyes. "and you know it."

Jaime simply hummed and scratched the back of his neck, still staring in the direction the woman left.

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"I must say, I for one am rather enjoying our guests." You interject.

Your brother Robb shot a scathing look at you, replying "They're southern weaklings. You know we cannot trust them."

"Besides, we all know you fancy the Queen's brother." Jon chuckles, nudging you with his elbow, causing you to scowl.

"Oh please. That pretty boy?" You roll your eyes, a slight blush creeping on your cheeks. "No, no. Not at all."

Your big brothers look at each other, smirks plastered across their faces before they both burst into laughter.

"If you're going to act like children, I shall take my leave." You pout, downing the rest of your soup and storming off to your chambers.

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"Training time!" The pretty woman shouted, entering the rough grassy square.

Jaime watched as y/n flexed her arms and pulled her sword out of its scabbard. The men around her exchanged hesitant looks. They didn't want to hurt the Lady, but equally knew they couldn't refuse her orders.

"You, Mosse! Bayle, you too." She picked her opponents in turn, the two men sullenly nodding and stepping into the square. All of the others stopped their training, eager to watch Lady Y/n.

She took a second to assess the men. One big with a broadsword, one small with two daggers.

The smaller one lunged for her, a short dagger in each hand, threatening to cut her down. Rolling out of the way, she hit the ankles of the bigger man with the hilt of her sword causing him to collapse and moan in pain. Leaving him to drag himself along the floor, Lady Stark turned her attention to dagger wielder.

He was fast, she would have to be faster. Ducking the erratic slashes of the man, she slipped between his legs and sprang up before giving him a hard punch between his shoulder blades. Dropping the daggers, he collapsed choking and coughing, winded from the blow.

Now stepping over to the larger, still crawling man, she pressed her foot against his chest, winning the fight.

Jaime felt his heart racing at the skill and precision of her sword work. She was truly impressive and cast a stunning figure in her dark bear leather armour. Her face was still visible due to her wearing no helmet, and her dark hair was in a high braided bun which had started to fall loose due to the activity.

The two men left the square, and the She Wolf looked around at the crowd expectantly. "Come on!" Her face falling slightly as no one moved to take up her challenge.

"I beat you last time, Lady Y/n. Let's see if you can best me today." Jaime called, swaggering into the clearing. He had a feeling he was really going to enjoy this.