He was lucky, he supposed, that Ramsay was such a twisted fool. He enjoyed his little games too much to just kill you. He needed you to beg for death. He needed to be the one to bring you right to the edge, ready for it to all end, and then snatch that away at the last second, leaving you to suffer. He lived for it, and though Jaime hated the idea of you in any pain, this way, you were still alive.
Jaime had scaled the walls of Winterfell in the dead of night, silently taking out any guards who got in his way and searching for you in the darkness. And when he'd found you, he could barely recognise the woman in front of him.
You looked half-dead already, your face covered in bruises and your dress torn and dirty. You were shaking too, though Jaime wasn't certain whether it was from fear or the freezing temperatures of the cell you had been bundled into.
Your entire body flinched when he cleared his throat, moving to stand at the bars as you lazily lifted your head to look at him like it was too heavy for your neck to hold on its own.
"Y/N?"
Your eyes drooped closed again. "You know," you muttered, your voice croaky and thick as though you hadn't spoken in days. "We really do have to stop meeting like this," you continued, letting out a half-hearted chuckle at your own words.
"I'm here to help you," he started again, coming to kneel down to your height.
"I think it would be better if you could just kill me. Save us both a lot of hassle."
Jaime frowned. "I'm not going to kill you, Sweetness. I don't think I'd be able to live with myself if I even considered it."
You finally opened your eyes again, focusing on him for just a moment. "And where do you suppose we'll go when you get me out of this cell?" you hummed, holding his eye contact for just a second before turning your attention to the stone wall. "Almost everyone wants me dead."
He hesitated for a moment, considering the question. "Your nephew," he finally uttered. "He took the black. He's at Castle Black-"
"Women aren't welcome in the Watch," you interrupted. "And Jon and I haven't seen each other in years. What makes you think he would want to help me, even if he could?"
Jaime shrugged slightly. "Because he's Ned's boy. And Ned would never have turned his back on someone in need, no matter what it might cost him."
"You hated Ned," you murmured, your eyes dropping closed again.
A soft sigh broke out of Jaime. "No, I hated that he was so honourable and good. I never hated him."
You both stayed quiet for a moment, Jaime's eyes staying focused on you.
"What are you waiting for?" you finally spoke again. "I thought you were breaking me out."
Jaime chuckled as he began working on the lock, trying each of the keys on the ring he'd taken from the guard at the door.
*Time Skip*
You'd spend most of the journey to the Wall in silence, with Jaime attempting to help you rebuild your strength as you went. He'd helped you clean as much of the dirt off in a river as you could manage, your entire body shaking from the cold water. And he'd kept you well-fed on the provisions he'd been hoarding on his travels.
By the time you reached Castle Black, you seemed as close to your old self as you could possibly get. And you were finally back to talking. In fact, you hardly ever stopped. You were just rattling off anything that came into your mind as if the filter that you'd kept in place before had completely disappeared.
"When I left King's Landing," you hummed one evening, sitting close to his side in the dining hall, amongst the brothers of the Night's Watch. "You told me that you loved me. Was that true?"
Jaime hesitated for a moment. "It was."
"Is it still true?"
He swallowed around the lump in his throat. "I don't think I would have come all this way to find you if it wasn't."
"I wanted to hate you, you know?" you pressed on, shaking your head slightly. "I wanted to detest for what happened to Ned." You paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. "But it wasn't you that killed him. And you had as little say in what happened as I did."
"So, you don't hate me?" he asked, his voice soft as he twisted slightly on the bench to look down at you.
You let out a soft sigh. "No, I don't." Your tongue darted out to wet your lips. "I wish I could tell you that I love you too, but I'm not ready for that yet."
He shook his head slightly. "I know. I understand-"
"But I would have before," you interrupted. "I just need time."
Jaime reached down, linking his fingers with yours. "Take all the time you need, and I'll be right here waiting, Sweetness."
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Jaime Lannister X Stark!Reader - White Flag (Part 2)
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