First glimpse

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hey guys so this is my first time writing a game of thrones fanfic so it might not be good, it might not be bad, we'll see. jaime in this book has come back to kings landing ( joffery is still alive) for jofferys wedding but still has his right hand and his hair is like in season 1-2...just needed to let you know..........enjoy x

Myra

She slowly walked back to her tower. Myra stark lived in Winterfell along side Rickon stark, her younger brother. Things are quiet after the beheading of her father and separation of her siblings. She missed them dearly. She would often pray to the warrior to keep them safe.

She was a wonder to people. She preferred sword fighting to needle work but adored dresses. She was 38 and still unmarried but kept saying she loved someone and that someone still loved her.

Her long flowing dress trailed behind her as she climbed the spiral stairs and sat down at her dressing table in a huff. She signaled for her maid: Rana. Why cant I be a simple maid and not worry about the Game of Thrones, she thought. Rana silently brushed Myra's long, dark, silky hair. "Do you think he'll remember me?" she asked her handmaid. Rana was the only living soul that knew of her and Jaime's past. The handmaid walked to the door before turning round and saying "even if he did m'lady you still have his sister to deal with.". Rana turned and left leaving Myra to sit think.

Her carriage was waiting for her to take her to the kings landing for Joffreys wedding. As she was in the carriage she was remembering all those times she had with Jaime, we were so young, innocent at twelve until that time I came across Jaime and the hot pools, it felt so right with him in me, all the times he said he loved me, that all stopped fifteen years ago and even in between he used to fuck his sister, he only loved and appreciated me. She smiled sadly wondering if it will be like it ever was but it couldn't, pieces are being moved and the Game is being played.

The carriage came to a grinding halt. Damn horses! Myra thought. The door was opened and a hand was waiting to help her step out, as soon as she grasped the hand she recognized it. When she was fully out she looked up at the shocked face, she smiled. It was her lion, her Jaime.

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