The Lannister Wolf Series

Chapter XI

SORRY I haven't posted in a while but I'm trying to stay consistent with my other stories and now that we're quarantined what with Corona and such, I have a lot more time to write:) I promise to update more often!!!!!

When Jaime pushed through the flap and into the tent that he and Evelyn had shared for almost a month, he smiled at the sight before him. Evelyn was seated in a chair in the corner of the tent, both Lady and Zinzi laying at her feet sound asleep. The girl was mending something which Jaime couldn't decipher for the lighting was low. She was stitching slowly and smoothly and even from that distance; Jaime knew that her stitches were precise but firm.

The girl paused in her work before lifting the material to her face and breathing in the scent. Jaime frowned. Did she like the scent of linen? He smiled. She sure was a cute thing!

Jaime was about to announce his presence when suddenly the girl let out a gasp and dropped the object onto the floor, grasping her hand. Jaime was across the room in an instant, announcing his presence to the girl who looked at him.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

The girl looked down at her hand where the needle had punctured her palm in the sensitive area... and rather deep too. It was bleeding much worse than it should.

"It's nothing," Evelyn replied, about to forget it but Jaime couldn't.

"It's not nothing," he replied firmly but gently.

Reaching down, he slipped his arms beneath her knees and around her shoulders, lifting her from the chair.

"Jaime, I didn't go and break a limb," Evelyn pointed out, keeping one arm around his neck to steady herself.

Jaime smiled at her, "I know. Just let me take care of you."
To be honest, Jaime had also thought that carrying the girl was a little over the top but seeing the lacy she wore that, if wet, would have been perfectly see through, he dearly wished that he wasn't carrying her to the bed to bandage her hand but rather to carry her there to convey his love for her.

Jaime gently set her down on the edge of the bed before heading to the corner of the tent where there was a basin of water. He drenched a cloth in water before grabbing another cloth, keeping it dry.

He returned to Evelyn's side, kneeling down on the floor in front of her knees before gently taking her bleeding hand into his. Using the damp cloth, he washed the blood away gently, being sure to ease up on the pressure whenever she winced.

After washing the blood away, he saw that it was a long puncture, the needle having punctured her palm at an angle. Putting pressure on the wound with the dry cloth, he began to wind it around her hand and tied it at the back of her hand so it would stop the bleeding.

"Jaime...." Evelyn whispered. "May I ask you something?"
Jaime looked up at her to see that the girl had grown flushed and he realized that she was going to ask something that made her feel uncomfortable.

He smiled, "Of course.... If I can ask you something after."
The girl looked down at him to see Jaime gently lift her wounded hand to his lips and kiss each of her knuckles gently, keeping his blue eyes trained on her.

"Erm...." Evelyn stuttered. "W.... when the k.... king.... assigned our engagement.... d.... did you agree t...to it because it was your k...king's command?"

Jaime's eyes widened at the question. He hadn't expected a question like that from the girl and honestly, it made his heart jump. She wanted to know if he had any ulterior motives to marrying her. Smiling, he planted a warm, long kiss on her hand before looking at her.