lover's mercy - jaime lannister

SEVENTEEN

          A week had passed.

She sat at the table in the morning after she had eaten. She watched as Jaime looked over a map full of war plans.

"It's not exactly good strategy to have me watching your plans," she commented.

He smirked slightly as he looked up at her, "And where are you going to go to tell anybody?"

She frowned before she sighed, "Do you really have to burn these lands?"

He gave her a sharp look, "Elya..."

"I know. We're at war," she said solemnly. "What about my uncle? Edmure?"

"He's alive. That's all you need to know."

"Perhaps, you should place me in a cell with him," she stated. "It's not right for me to be treated so much better."

"I won't see you mistreated," he argued.

"But you'll see to it that everyone else is?"

"Everyone else isn't you," he raised his voice slightly.

She shook her head as she asked softly, "Because you wish me the best?"

"Yes," he gazed at her from across the table.

She swallowed before she changed the subject, "Have you heard anything from the capital? About my family?"

"No."

She supposed it was a good thing that there was no news. She felt like news could only spell trouble; it could only be bad. She nodded at him and held her hands out to be tied.

_____

At night, when she laid on the bed, her thoughts were wild and crazy. She was silent before Jaime made a comment, "There was news today."

Her eyes widened as her heart raced, "What is it?"

"Your brother called the North's banners and is riding South with an army behind his back."

"Robb is going to war?" she stated as she thought of the idea. It didn't please her; it made her worry. He'd never been in a battle; he could get hurt. But she would know if he did.

Jaime reached out slowly and placed his hand over hers. Her eyes snapped to his green ones as she was removed from her thoughts. His hand was warm and comforting; her blood buzzed like honeybees. Her heart skipped a beat as it continued to race.

"You'll try to kill him if you meet him in battle, won't you?" she asked with a terrified look.

"I would be bound by duty to, Elya," he said quietly but he couldn't stand the look in her eyes.

"Then change it," she pleaded.

"Can you change the house you belong to? Can you change who your father is?" he questioned and she was silent. "Nor can I."

"Don't tell me to be honorable and then tell me not to serve my house...my family," Jaime argued as he looked away from her. "You would do the same."

He moved his hand away.

"Jaime...." she said so delicately that he looked back at her and he lost his ability to breathe. Again. It happened every time he looked at her which was often. "I wish we were not fated to be at war with each other."

"I wish the same, Elya."

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A few days passed and Jaime had gotten her a new dress. She was behind a dressing curtain as she put it on; her handmaiden had been sent away.

It was a dark red dress. It was different in that it was laced in the front. The slit in front where it laced up was very low and her belly button was showing. It was also too tight, made for someone smaller, and her breasts were nearly popping out of the dress.

She came out from behind the curtain wearing it as she commented, "I look like a village whore."

He looked up at her from his spot standing near the table. His eyes raked over her before he swallowed and drank some ale. He looked away to be respectful and to erase the images from his brain. His look made her heart race and a bit of red gathered in her cheeks; she knew what he was thinking.

"I bought that off a whore." he gained a smug grin. "It wasn't cheap."

She glared before she tilted her head curiously, "And do you want me to be your whore?"

She started to untie the lace that held the front of her bodice together and his eyes went wide as looked at her. His stare drifted to the valley of her breasts where her dress started to open, almost revealing them. But she chuckled and started to tie up the lace again, "I told you I'd wipe that smug grin off your face."

The promise had been so long ago when they first met. He should've known that she'd always keep it.

Now she contained the smug look and Jaime shook his head with a small little smile, "Lady Elya, I didn't realize you were capable of seducing a man."

"I didn't realize that you were capable of being seduced," she continued their playful banter.

"Neither did I," his voice held surprise.

His desire for the Stark girl was hard to swallow. He was loyal to Cersei. Only Cersei. But the Gods certainly wanted to test him in the form of Elyanna Stark and he did not know if he would pass...or if he even wanted to.

AN: two more chapters coming today. I have had these scenes for Jaime and Elya written for like ever so part I of this book will be finished today