The Other Stark girl

What's Once Broken Cannot be Mended

Jaime stared at his wife as she removed the pins from her head, her wide green eyes noticing his ensnared gaze on her.

"Uhm, Jaime?" she said, getting up from the plush seat at the dresser."Is something the matter?".

He walked over to her, every step of his making her ever the more nervous.

"Can't I look at my wife?" his voice was low and husky, and his eyes full of lust.

Eve pressed herself against the dresser, her hands clutching onto the sides of it.

"Of course you can, but you see, your sister has summoned me and I must go" she asserted, finally lifting her head to look back at him.

She was attracted to Jaime, but also scared of him.

He hooked a finger under her chin, forcing her to endure his charged gaze.

"What does Cersei want from you?.You were about to go bed, weren't you?".

She froze in place, cursing herself for not mustering a better excuse.

"That's what I thought"

His finger slid down her porcelain neck, reaching the top of her breasts.

Noticing her heavy breathing, he chose to stop.

"May I?"

Eve nodded her head, albeit reluctantly.

His large hand swiped across her breasts, tugging down the neckline of her dress with his finger.The touch of his cold hand made her shiver.

She hoped though that he would go back to Cersei, not want to touch her or gaze at her anymore.

But the Queen Regent did not want Jaime back in her bed.

How much longer must she sleep with the enemy?.The man who almost killed her father.The man whose father had a hand in killing her lord father, brother and lady mother.

"Jaime, I-I can't" she said, her eyes filling up with tears.

He removed his hand, taking a step back.

"What happened?" he asked, his deep voice reverberated through the room.

How could she tell him all that she had been through?.How she hated him and his entire family?.

What if Sansa, Arya, Bran and Rickon were all dead and her soldiering on was all for nothing?.

She must have needed to know they were alive to know if this was all worth it;the abuse, the mental torture;having to live in King's Landing and her marriage to Jaime.

"I'm afraid I do not feel well enough to....satisfy your needs, Jaime" she said, clasping her trembling hands behind her back.

She did not wish to appear weak or frail to the man before her.

No.

He eyed her, looking her up and down as though it were his first time seeing her.

"What?" she said, taking a step back.

"You—appeared well enough at dinner" he sat down before her, his languid eyes still on her form.

He's drunk, she reckoned.

"I may have, yes" she sat down across from him.
"But now I'm not, I'm afraid.I shall have to retire".

His eyes roved over her body again, his gaze focused on her bosom now.

"It's been so lllong, Eeeve" his words stretched out.

A lazy smirk graced his features.

"Please, come on".

Eve began to hurry past him.He was drunk anyway.It wasn't as if he'd even care that she left her bedchamber.

But she was wrong.

He gripped her hand as she was about to walk right past him.

"Eve..." he said, looking at her intently.

"Jaime.No.I said I don't feel well" she released herself from his grip.

He rose to his feet, not before Eve shoved him right back onto the divan.

She sprinted out of the room, stopping at the garden.

Short of breath, her eyes searched for a bench.

It was late at night, and thankfully, there had been no guards in the gardens.

Eve sat on a bench nearby, exhausted from all the running.

She raked a hand through her hair.

Soon, she felt what seemed like somebody's warm breath on her neck, when it was exposed for a brief moment.

"Eve..." a voice said.

The hairs on her body stood.

She felt goosebumps everywhere.

Eve knew that voice.

That wretched voice.

She thought for a minute whether she may have been wrong.

But she couldn't have been.

Eve was too afraid to look back at this person.

About to speak, there was a hand on her mouth, the person immediately silencing her.

"Another word, and I'll tell everybody—".

She struggled to speak, her voice coming across as muffled and inaudible.

What have I done?.

"Come with me" his hand was still on her mouth, and his arm was around her waist.

She kicked her feet around, she screamed, but there was nobody around that night.

Her abductor pressed the side of his face against hers as they passed through the gardens, and out of the Red Keep.

"You'd be wise to keep that pretty mouth of yours shut".

Then, she was shoved into a carriage, with as little care as one would assign to an object.

"Drive!" he shouted to the man driving the carriage.

It was at Little Finger's brothel that he finally decided to show his face.

In a dim room they both were, facing each other.