"I made a promise to protect you. Honor or not, that is one I intend to keep." - A story of a Lion and a Wolf, two beings brought together by the very same reasons that should have kept them apart.

Falling for Jaime Lannister was the most treacherous act that Joan Stark could commit. She knew her family would never forgive her. But she was in too deep now, lost in the depths of his emerald gaze...and she couldn't get her heart back from the Kingslayer if she tried. 🏆 #1 in Jaime Lannister 🏆 #1 in Game of Thrones Fanfiction 🏆 #3 in Game of Thrones Copyright 2016-2017 © All Rights Reserved [Jaime Lannister/OC] [Game of Thrones] Cover by @QueenMimi96

"Be honourable", I plead as his lips hover dangerously close to mine "But you aren't an honourable man are you Jaime Lannister?" I dare to ask knowing exactly where it will lead. "No I'm not", he replies and I feel his restraint about to snap, just like mine. + + Rayna Stark is the eldest of Ned Starks children and is due to be married. When Jaime Lannister comes to Winterfell with the King she doesn't expect to find herself captivated by the Kingslayer or he with Ned Starks daughter but what honourable Lord would let his daughter marry the Kingslayer? How long can Jaime hide the truth about what he's done from his new lover and can she survive a forbidden romance in Kings Landing? They try to survive their secrets and those who would kill to seperate them while war threatens to tear them apart. + COMPLETED S1-8 + Highest Ranks #1 asongoficeandfire #4 Game Of Thrones #1 Jaime Lannister #15 Original Character *A quick disclaimer I wrote this at 16 and no longer endorse this kind of age gap

"Ah, she is clever after all," said Cersei, smirking. "Wit is such a rare accomplice to beauty yet we stand, alone, in a room crowded with only that." Cersei lifted a thick strand of Eleonora's hair, ran it through her fingers, and dropped it back onto her shoulder. The eldest Stark girl tilted her head away from her touch but continued to stare straight ahead. Her lips parted slightly as Cersei walked behind her, glaring with hate in her eyes. "Winter Roses do not survive in the south," said Cersei, reaching the door to the hall and knocking once for her guards to open, "your Aunt Lyanna learned that far too late, and I imagine so will you." [Jamie/OC]