Possesive Lion(Game of Thrones Fanfiction;Jaime Lannister)

Chapter 1.

My imagination(pic) of Emilia

"The real monster we should be afraid of are ourselves."

My name is Emilia of the House Stark.My family lives in Winterfell and now,it's all about to change.I have six sibilings.Two sisters;Arya and Sansa,two younger brothers;Bran and Rickon ,older brother Robb and twin brother Jon.(We do not look like at all.I have blonde-snowy,wavy hair and green eyes,unlike Jon who has black curly hair and dark hazel eyes.)

Jon and I are Ned Stark's bastards.You wonder how my last name is Stark ? As I said,King Robert declared me as Ned Stark's real daughter.I suppose my aunt Lyanna manage to do this.I didn't know why they didn't declared Jon as his son too.Probably because of Catelyn.She didn't want Robb to have any competitors the title of the Lord of Winterfell.Simply,she hated us.I don't blame her.We were the real,walking and talking reminder of Ned Stark's infidelity.I would probably felt thesame thing if I were inher skin.

Oh,I forgot to mention that I'm a healer too.I always loved medicine and my job in Winterfell was to help sick and poor people.That was kind of my title that I was known for.

After King Robert invented my father to serve the Throne as the ~Hand if the King~,everything started to change.

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-"NO!"-

I yelled as I stood up from the dinner table.My family gave me a stare.

-"Emilia,please,can we discuss after the meal?"-

My father said with his deep and strict voice.

-"No father!I shall not go with you to the King's Landing.I don't want to see that spoiled Joffery brat ever again!"-

Arya laughed as my father's jaw tightened.He rapidly stood up.

-"Very well.Come with me."-

I swallowed as I followed him to my and Jon's chambers.He locked the door and stared at me.I crossed my arms and looked down.

-"Emilia"- he began.-"I know you since you were a little girl.You were the most beautiful baby I've ever seen.It was first time I hold a little girl.My little girl.My little lady."-

He caressed my cheek.I smiled softly looking in his eyes.

-"Today I looked at my little Lady and I realized she's not little anymore.I saw how do you fight for your rights with the flame in your eyes.But you're fighting with the wrong person.I'm your father...I want to help you."-

He said with his calm voice.

-"How?You want me to marry Joffrey!The boy who killed Sansa's and Arya's wolf and killed butcher's son.Let's not forget how mysteriously Bran almost got killed."-

I hissed with sarcasm in my voice.

-"I want you to marry Joffrey for the good of this family and Winterfell! "-

My father said irritated.I looked away and bit my lip.

-"Just because I'm a bastard it doesn't mean you can treat me like a sack."-

I saw rage in my father's eyes as he swing his palm to slap me.I closed my eyes waiting him to do it.He had every right.I went too far this time.I waited ,but he never slapped me.I opened my eyes and saw him putting down his hand as he closed his eyes,sighed and looked away.

-"And after all,I just can not lay my hand on you.."-

He whispered with sad smile on his face.I swallowed as a tear fell down my cheek.

-"I'm sorry father.I shall marry Joffrey."-

I said through the tears and hugged him.

-"Father..Sister.."-

I heard a soft voice entering the room.Sansa.She swallowed and muttered with her soft voice.

-"I want ti marry Joffrey."-

Father looked up at her and then at me."Foolish girl!" I thought to myself.

-"What?"- I asked with confused look on my face.

-"I...I fancy him.."-

She said shyly.

Father smiled with a relief.He hugged me and her and kissed our foreheads.

-"Sansa's going to marry Joffrey and Emilia is going to come with me to King's Landing."-

He laughed happly.A feeling of  relief crossed my mind.