The Wolf and The Lion || Jaime Lannister

Fifty Three

Rayna

I'm smiling to myself when Jaime returns.
"He's locked away", he tells me looking a bit out of breath.
"Would I be correct in assuming you did more than speak to him when you took him away?" I ask noticing that Jaimes knuckles are red. Seems like he did more than backhand him with the golden hand. I forgot what Jaime is like when he's jealous but I'm pleased by whatever he did to Littlefinger.
"Yes", he admits as he walks over to me and leans in closely "I leave the room for not even an hour and Littlefinger proposes to you"
I run my finger over Jaimes cheek "He told me that people are starting to talk about us"
"What will you tell them?" he asks
"That I love you and that after tonight you will be my husband"
"Tonight?" He asks his eyes widening in surprise and then joy.
"Yes, tonight", I smile standing from my chair and walking around my desk to loop my arms around his neck "Brienne returned this morning with a Septon and Sansa is making arrangements for a small feast in the hall"
He smiles down at me and I know he doesn't care about fancy celebrations or any of that. He just wants to be my husband and tonight he will be.
He scoops me up in his arms and kisses me sweetly and then passionately and before I know it he's lifting me onto my desk and I'm pushing everything out of our way. I pull Jaimes shirt off and we begin to lose ourselves in each other, he comes between my legs as he lift the skirt of my dress up and drags his hand up my thigh when someone clears their throat.
"Shit Sansa", I gasp as I see her standing in the doorway.
"Next time close the door at least", she grimaces looking slightly scarred and hands me a letter. Jaime moves from between my legs and awkwardly puts his shirt back on and I fix my skirt and compose my self. Jaime and I both look at each other and try not to burst out laughing then I look at the wax seal on the letter and swallow hard.
"It's a Lannister seal", I murmur and Jaime looks somber as I open it. I skim over the short message but the point is very clear "Cersei invites the both of us to return to Kings Landing to bend the knee or we lose our heads"
"Like I said it's an empty threat, she doesn't have the men to go to war with the North", Jaime assures me.
"Are you sure?" Sansa asks knowing just what Cersei is capable of.
"I know Cersei, she's not stupid enough to wage war against the North when she has a conqueror on Dragonstone just waiting for her to send her men away from the Capitol", he reassures us.
I pick up the Declaration of Independence and read over it one last time.

To Cersei of the House Lannister, First of Her Name, Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Protector of the Six Kingdoms

From this time until the end of time the North will not be part of the realm but it's own independent kingdom. The North shall bend the knee to no King or Queen but that in the North whose name is Stark

Rayna of the House Stark, First of  Her Name, The Queen in the North and Lady Of Winterfell

"I will read it at the meeting tomorrow", I decide than I find a substitute for my plan with Walder "I will send Littlefingers head with it"
Jaime smiles a little and Sansa looks more than a little startled.
"Is he dead?" She exclaims.
"Not yet, he will be publicly executed tomorrow, he's in the dungeon"
She spends a moment deciding if she wants an explanation but decides against it.
"Very well, I'll organise the meeting for tomorrow evening"
"Thank you Sansa"
She leaves making sure to close the door and Jaime wraps his arm around my waist.
"We need to remember to close the door next time", he whispers in my ear and I crack up laughing.
"Poor Sansa", I laugh.
"It could have been worse, she could have walked in five minutes later than she did", he jokes and his grin matches mine.
"Or it could have been Jon", I say imagining how awful that would have been.
"That would have been terrible", he laughs "Do you remember when Ned caught us in the halls here"
"Yes that I don't think I'll ever forget, he was so angry", I remember actually being able to laugh and not feel immense grief at my fathers name.
"He'd be proud of you Ray", he says as he strokes my cheek.
"I know", I smile "And I think that he would have come to terms with us and he would have been happy to see me marry you"
"I hope so sweetheart"