"Nothing, just penning a letter to my dress maker; I will need something black," you answered, sliding the paper back under the pile, hiding it from his view before moving into his arms. "I will mourn him, they can't stop me," you added gently and he nodded against you softly.
"Just be careful; Joffrey won't take kindly to it," he told you, before pressing a kiss to your forehead and pulling away. "Since you're awake you might as well come and eat with me, rather than tucked away up here," he offered, motioning to the door. "Sansa could use the company," he added and you gave him a slow nod before calling out to your ladies maid to come and dress you.
*Time Skip*
Your fists clenched tight when you saw Joffrey standing over Sansa, your sister just trying to eat in peace as he berated her in front of the crowd. You were quick to storm over and take a seat beside her, glaring up the bastard King from your spot. "I assume you have come to apologise," he hissed at you, his face red and puffy, an altogether very ugly appearance for a King to bare.
"I assumed the same of you, your Grace," you muttered back with a smile, watching as he turned a deeper shade of red, his head looking as though it could fall from his shoulders at any moment.
"How dare you? I am your King," he growled, slamming a hand down on the table with as much force as he could muster and causing Sansa to jump in her seat beside you.
"I'm aware. I used your correct titles," you muttered back, your hands resting in fists on the table in front of you.
"Y/N," Jaime warned quietly from behind you, his hand coming to rest on your shoulder and giving it a light squeeze. "Please excuse her, she is sad to have seen her father like that, your Grace," he told his nephew, who gave him a nod before speaking again.
"Learn to keep your wife quiet, or I'll have to do it myself, uncle," he muttered, before allowing a smirk to dance onto his lips as he made his way back to his table.
"The boy is just asking for a smack," you growled, pulling a cup of wine to your lips and taking a deep gulp.
"He is your king, and my nephew," Jaime told you, settling into his seat beside you and resting his hand on your knee as you leant lightly against him.
"Doesn't mean he isn't a little shit, does it?" you told him, causing him to let out a light chuckle. "Are you alright, Sansa? You've barely eaten a thing," you asked across him, causing her to jump at her own name.
"I'm not hungry," she told you, pushing her plate away. "I'm going to my chambers," she added before quickly getting to her feet and hurrying from the room.
"I'd best go after her," you told Jaime, giving his lips a quick peck before following Sansa's lead and hurrying out of the great hall. "Sansa," you yelped after her, dropping into a jog to catch up.
"I'm tired, Y/N," she told you through her deep sigh.
"I know," you responded, your arm coming to link through hers. "I'm writing to Robb, I will get you out of here and to him as soon as I can," you muttered softly.
"What are you talking about?" she asked you, pulling you to a stop in the hallway.
"You can't marry Joffrey, not after what he has done to our family," you told her, your eyebrows furrowing together.
"I want to go back to Winterfell," she uttered, tears brimming in her eyes as you put a hand on each side of her head.
"I will get you there, even if it kills me," you told her before pulling her into a tight hug, allowing her to become wracked with sobs against you.
*Time Skip*
You were awoken early a few months later with a sharp jolt, sitting straight up in bed and shaking Jaime awake beside you. "Something's wrong," you murmured, quickly climbing from the bed and doubling over in pain. Your whole body ached, as if you were being ripped apart by wild dogs and nothing Jaime did would soothe the pain as you cried out.
After a while the pain seemed to subside, turning into a empty, numb feeling instead. Something was seriously wrong. As soon as you seemed remotely stable Jaime had run off to find the Grand Maester, but when he returned he was still alone. His face was still concerned, deep ridges lining his forehead and ageing him an extra decade. "I'm fine, there's no need to worry," you told him, rolling over in the bed to rest more comfortably as you watched him.
"I'm sorry," he murmured, beginning to tear up as he watched you smiling up at him.
"What have you got to be sorry for, my love?" you asked sweetly, gesturing for him to come closer to you with a softer smile.
"You'll hate them; you'll hate me," he muttered, barely loud enough for you to hear over the sound of crickets and birds chirping.
"Tell me what's wrong, Jaime," you ordered, your voice flat and humourless now.
"They're dead," he whispered, his voice faltering as he tried to continue. "Robb and you're mother are dead," he finished, and you felt your world give way beneath you. Everything seemed to go silent again, the crickets and birds stopped their singing as your head began to spin, your vision going out of focus.
"Get out," you hissed, not moving from your spot on the bed.
"Please, Y/N, I didn't know," Jaime cried, trying to come closer to you.
"Stay away from me," you yelped, throwing your hands up to push him away, "You Lannisters are all the same, you're destroying us," you continued as you began to shake where you sat, unable to control yourself as you quickly got to your feet, throwing anything you could get your hands on.
"You don't mean that," Jaime told you, holding back the tears that fought to escape his eyes. "Y/N, you are a Lannister, you are my wife," he added, trying to hold you, to stop your rampage.
"I am a Stark, I have always been a Stark and I will never be anything else," you screeched, slamming your clenched fists into his chest in a useless effort to harm him. "I hate you," you sobbed as he finally got a hold of your wrists, pulling you into his chest.
"I didn't know, I promise you I didn't know," he told you, his hand gripping your hair as he held you as close to him as you could physically get.
"They killed him, they'll get to Sansa and I soon enough," you hiccuped, trying to stop your sobbing as you finally gave up your struggle.
"I won't let them, we'll leave tonight," he told you, his words muffled by your hair as he pressed his lips to your forehead.
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