lover's mercy - jaime lannister

SEVEN

Elya started to smile again. There was nothing she could do for Bran but pray now. His fate was up to the Gods but hers...she could choose to be happy despite tragedy.

So one night when everyone was dining inside, she snuck away with Damion to the glass gardens. She didn't want to go all the way out to fields just to steal a few kisses.

Her hands were tangled in his hair and she had a small smile as her lips molded with his. She loved to kiss him and she could do it forever.

Although, a voice interrupted them, "A little tip: you should find a more hidden spot. I mean, people could walk in at any moment here."

She could hear the smugness in his voice and she knew immediately who it was before she even turned her head. Jaime Lannister. Of course it was.

Damion and Elya broke apart slightly as they looked at him. Jaime smirked wider as he saw her, "Lady Elyanna..." This was too much fun in his mind.

"I don't think your father will be too happy to learn that someone violated his precious daughter," he said. "...or that you let him."

Elya rolled her eyes; she could hear the teasing in his voice but her precious lover didn't know that.

Damion drew his sword at the insinuation (that she acted like a whore) and pointed it at the golden knight, "She is not to be disrespected."

Jaime ignored that as he gave him a dangerous look while putting the hand on the hilt of his sword, "I would think very carefully about your next move, boy."

"Stop it!" Elya demanded as she stepped forward between them. She put her hand on the blade and pushed it down. "There's no need for this."

She looked back at Damion shortly, "I will need a moment with Ser Jaime."

"Elya..." he went to protest.

"Leave us, Damion," she commanded and Jaime smirked at the ferocity in her voice. A true she-wolf if she wanted to be.

Damion glared at the knight before he stomped out angrily. Jaime watched him go with amusement as he spoke about the idea of being alone, "Lady Elyanna...I had no idea you had such feelings for me."

"I will smack you," she promised with a slight glare.

"Alright, I'll stop," he chuckled.

She sighed and crossed her arms, "Are you going to tell?"

"Why would I? It'd be terribly wrong to dishonor a woman. Plus, you're betrothed to him. Why wouldn't you have been with him?"

She was silent with a slight blush on her cheeks but he couldn't see that with little light. He looked at her in surprise, "After two years, you really haven't...given it out?"

"No," she gave him sharp glare. "Can we drop the subject?"

"You Starks really do take honor to another level."

"And you're a knight. It should be the same," she argued.

He smirked and nodded, "It should."

She uncrossed her arms and she felt a stickiness. She looked down at her hands to find a razor thin cut on the palm of her hand from touching the sword. It was oozing blood but she didn't feel any pain and Jaime shook his head.