"What happened? What's wrong with (Y/n)?" Jon asked, as he and Jaime rushed up behind Tyrion. The little man shaking his head as he tried to think of what he could have done. What he could have said.
"Nothing.......I.........I don't know. We were.......she had finally consented........ We were just talking, she got upset and ran out of the tent." Tyrion half explained. Deciding that it would be better to not tell either man what he and (Y/n) were about to do. What he wanted to do.
"Well, where has she gone? Where could she be going?" Jaime asked, as he looked at the two men that knew her best.
"She will probably just go back to her rooms in the castle. She knows that Jayrion is safe here. That the encampment is his home, as much as any of the Free Folk. But my sister will want to be somewhere she can lock herself in. Or should that be, where she can lock everyone else, out." Jon sighed. The Lord Commander hating to think what could possibly be going on in his sister's head.
"Then that is where I am going." Jaime retorded. The lion racing off back to Castle Black, before either Jon or Tyrion could say anything. Before either of them could protest, or try and change his mind.
"She still loves him." Tyrion said. His voice barely above a whisper. The little man feeling his heart break yet again. He knew as soon as he had seen his brother, that he had lost (Y/n). That despite all she had been through. All Jaime had done. Her love for him had always been strong. Her connection to him, deep and true. And that no matter what she said. What she claimed. Deep down, Tyrion had known that she would never truly give herself to him. Would never love him as much as he loved her. And that her body and soul would always belong to his brother, whether he was alive or dead.
"Yes. I'm sorry Tyrion. But yes, I believe she does." Jon sighed again. The crow placing his hand on the little man's shoulder. Jon knowing that there was nothing else that he could say, as the little lion nodded his head in agreement.
"I'm going to go and get drunk." Tyrion suddenly declared. Trying to sound cheery, as he made his way to find Tormund. The youngest Lannister sure that if nothing else, the big, red man, would be more than happy to join him in drowning his sorrows. Leaving Jon to wonder what (Y/n) would do. And whether or not he should just have turned Jaime away when he showed his face.
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(Y/n) sat on the bed in her rooms. She was sure that she had never felt more guilty. More awful in her life. The look of hurt in Tyrion's eyes, was the worst thing that she had ever seen. And it was she that had put it there. She that had caused one of the people she loved most in the world, more pain than she had ever intended. More pain than she would ever want to inflict on someone as wonderful as Tyrion.
She couldn't help but let the tears roll down her cheeks. She couldn't help but think that the gods were punishing her. Were punishing Tyrion and Jon. They had all been through so much. They had all lost family. People they loved. They had fought a war against an undead army. They had been exiled. But it would appear that that was not enough for the gods. That the Seven intended to send more their way. But this time, this time they had made her their vessel. Made her their instrument of torment. And she hated them for it.
She had thought that there could be nothing worse than losing Jaime. That there could be nothing worse than the knowledge that he had abandoned her and gone to be with his sister. That he had died with Cersei. But she was wrong. There was something worse. Much worse. And that was having him alive. Or that was what she was trying to tell herself. But in truth, the sight of him had not just angered her, but gladdened her heart. His touch had made her feel alive. Her skin heating, as his rough fingers had moved over her breast. Her body shaking as she had felt him harden against her backside. The sound of his voice whispering into her ear, spreading sparks of lightening down her spine. The most glorious feeling of needing him, rising in her core. The twin Snow finally having to admit that she would never want anyone other than her beautiful lion. She would never want anyone other than Jaime.
(Y/n) sighed as a knock came to the chamber door. She knew that she didn't want to answer. That if it was Tyrion, she had no idea about how to even begin to explain that she couldn't be his. If it was Jon, she was not sure whether she could face his possible disapproving look. And if it were Jaime.............
"Just one moment." (Y/n) called out. The lady getting to her feet and doing the best she could to wipe the tears from her face, so that it would appear as if nothing was wrong. The rightful Lady of Casterly Rock taking a deep breath as she placed her hand on the door handle. Her heart pounding, as she opened the ingress to be greeted by a concerned looking Jaime. (Y/n) sure that at this moment, the lion appeared more perfect. More beautiful than he had ever appeared before.
"I.......I....are you alright? Did Tyrion say something wrong? Did he...........?" Jaime began, as he stepped forward and placed his hand on (Y/n)'s cheek. The once great Kingsguard feeling lost, desperate, as his bride, the mother of his child, raised her own hand. Her fingers gently stroking his beard.
"You are not the man I married. You are not the foolish, arrogant, proud peacock that I lost my heart to all those years ago. That Jaime Lannister died with his twin. But this Jaime Lannister. This beautiful, humble man that now stands before me, I think I could love more. Know I could love more. He is a Jaime that I would like to get to know. That I would like to know me. To know his son. This is the Jaime Lannister that I want to spend the rest of my days with. And when I die, I want it to be in his arms." (Y/n) explained, as she moved closer. Her head resting against his chest. Jaime wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight.
"This is a Jaime that knows he loves you and always will. That would give what little he has left in this world, to know you and his son as he should. This is a Jaime Lannister that wants to spend all his remaining days with you by his side. And when it is his turn to die, he knows that there is no place that he would rather do that, than in your arms." Jaime replied. His rough lips placing a chaste kiss to his wife's head.
"Then, Jaime Lannister. Let us begin to know one another now." (Y/n) said, as she pulled away. Taking her lion's hand and leading him to her bed.
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Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two
FanfictionThis is my second book of Game of Thrones imagines and one shots, and is a collection of some of my favourite characters, and hopefully yours. Most imagines will be fluffy, smutty, but mostly romantic. And some will even have my own special little...