Got One-Shots Book 2

A Wolf Spy -pt. 2 (Jaime Lannister x fem!reader)

You stood before Robb, your knees knocking together uncontrollably. You had confessed and were waiting to hear what he would say. His blue eyes regarded you with an expression of disgust and distrust. "How could you do that? How could you kill our ally?" You didn't respond. You knew if you did, everything would come tumbling out and your secret feelings for Jaime Lannister would be revealed.

"Have you nothing to say in your defense?" You shook your head. "No, my King." You could see his anger rising. "You damned yourself, Y/N. Do you realize what I have to do now?" You nodded. You had known from the moment you left Jaime's camp what Robb would do to you. "Tie her up. She will hang tomorrow." The guards were rough as they bound your hands behind you and escorted you from Robb's tent.

Meanwhile, Jaime was searching frantically for you. He had to give you credit. You were amazing at covering your tracks. He had read your note a dozen times and still had absolutely no leads to go on, other than his gut and his limited knowledge of Robb Stark's strategy. The thought only spurred Jaime on. He had to find you before Robb executed you. He couldn't lose you. Not now when he only just realized that he loved you. No, he had to find you and save you.

Luckily, an execution is never a quiet affair. He hadn't realized how close to Robb Stark's camp he actually was until the next day when he heard the jeers. He told his men to stay back except one. An archer if necessary. On his horse, Jaime approached the noise until he could see what was happening. He was hidden behind the wood line for now, but he did not like what he saw.

You were across the way with a noose around your neck. Robb stood there looking up at you with a mixed expression. Jaime didn't care what Robb was feeling. He was too focused on you. Even from far away, he could sense your panic. No matter what you said, you weren't ready to die.

Jaime ordered his one companion to move a little closer. "On my mark, shoot the rope and move back toward the rest of the army. Do not let anyone make a sound. I will ride forth, rescue Lady Y/N, and lead the Stark boy astray. Don't move until I return." The archer nodded in understanding and knocked an arrow. Jaime moved his horse again so he could easily get to you. Timing was crucial.

"Lady Y/N, you have been sentenced to die for the murder of one of your allies. One of your fellow bannermen. Have you any last words?" Jaime heard Robb ask. Stubborn as ever, you remained silent. You didn't even glance down at Robb. "Very well." Robb kicked over the barrel holding you up.

Jaime nodded at the archer, who loosed the arrow. It whizzed through the air and hit its mark cleanly. Another shot severed the rope and dropped you to the ground. Jaime urged his horse into a gallop, heading toward you as quickly as he could. Most of Robb's men were completely confused about what had just happened and just stood there dumbfounded. Jaime reached you in a matter of seconds, kicking away any Stark soldiers in his way. He grabbed your hand and yanked you up onto his horse.

"You came for me?" you managed to squeak out. Jaime smiled. "Of course I did." He didn't say anything else. He rode toward the woods again, in the opposite direction of his army. If Robb sent any soldiers to follow you, they would be going in the wrong direction. When Jaime thought he had ridden far enough, he turned to see if you had been followed. It didn't appear as though you had. They were all probably still standing around in disbelief.

Jaime turned again and headed back for his new camp. "Why did you come for me, Jaime?" you asked. Jaime wasn't going to answer you, but he knew how stubborn you were. You would just keep asking until he replied. Sighing, Jaime steered his horse to a secluded area and dismounted. He helped you down. You didn't argue. You figured he'd be more comfortable talking away from the men who followed him into battle.

He pulled out the note once again. It was crumpled from being folded and unfolded so many times over the past two days, but you of course recognized your own handwriting. "Did you mean what you wrote here?" You looked up into his green eyes. You were surprised by what you saw. Hope. It was a fragile hope that could be shattered by one word from you.

You reached up, took the note, placed it back in Jaime's cloak, and took his hands in yours. "I meant every single word, Jaime. I love you and always-" Your sentiment was cut off by Jaime pulling you close to him until your chests were touching. You could feel the cold metal of his armor through your dress. He smashed his lips against yours frantically. It was as if he was afraid you would disappear again. He kissed you earnestly with a passion you didn't know he possessed.

By the time Jaime pulled back, your lungs were screaming for air. "I...love...you, Y/N," Jaime panted. You smiled up at him, your breath still coming in spurts. It felt right, being in his arms. It didn't matter what lie ahead, although you knew it was dangerous for both of you. All that mattered in that moment was that Jaime loved you and you loved him. You would face the dangers of the war as they came, as long as you could stay in his arms.