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Jaime smiled into the kiss as he returned it eagerly in the hallways. Knowing that they had an audience, Jaime knew he should not test his luck and broke it off too soon. He met Sansa’s eyes and still wore his big, bright smile. Going North felt right.
Linking his arm with Sansa’s, Jaime walked back to their quarters with Maege at their side. They would be gone by tonight, riding North with a powerful army in tow at his and Bronn’s command.
Everything felt right.
I’m fast enough to get in trouble, not fast enough to get away…
Tommen gave Sansa a sweet smile when she had said that. He had never doubted her sincerity since the day she had comforted him in the garden—it would not be forgotten.
Cersei, however, was not pleased with how things were going. Her world had been turned upside down—Tywin giving support to Sansa, Jaime leaving her watchful gaze to accompany his wife in the North—would she ever see him again after this? That part hurt the most. It was out of anger, and love, that she finally spoke up, “I’ll put a stop to this! The Lannisters have never sent support to the North and they will not now! This cannot—”
“Mother.” Tommen’s voice was quiet, but full of might. He was king now, and if left to his own devices, perhaps he would even be a good one. “Lady Sansa is Uncle Jaime’s wife. Her family has stood watch over the North for many years and I do not intend to break tradition today. It is wise to reclaim Winterfell if it ensure stability in the North.”
Jaime knew that Tommen was unaware of his true parentage, but in that moment, he stood proud of his boy. A smile spread across his face as Cersei fell into silence. He looked to Sansa—if she had her doubts, he hoped they were squashed now. He felt nothing but hope in this moment, true hope for once. They would reclaim the North with the support of King Tommen and stay there and finally live.
Brienne of Tarth: Beautiful Digital Portrait Painting by Bella Bergolts
Beautiful Illustration of Sansa in Kimono by Hikaru Yagi
Cersei Lannister in Kimono: Great Digital illustration by Hikaru Yagi
♔ ship aesthetic ➜ bodyguard + princess
Preparations were mostly made behind closed doors, and so, few knew about plans to take a faction of the Lannister army north to liberate Winterfell from the Boltons. Such plans would have driven Cersei mad, and knowledge of such a move would have given the Boltons time to prepare and gather allies. Lord Tywin wished for them to be as vulnerable as possible for an easy victory. To Jaime, Tywin referred to his decision as an additional “wedding gift” to his wife and thought that Lady Sansa should be “grateful” for his generosity. Jaime knew better though. He knew that Tywin simply wanted more--more land, more to rule, and more grandchildren.
And so on the day Jaime and Sansa were to leave King’s Landing for Winterfell with a sizable faction of the Lannister army, Cersei was left in complete and udder shock as they stood before her, dressed for the north. If Jaime was being completely honest, he felt odd at in the northern clothes, but they suited him. Sansa, however, looked as she should and as beautiful as ever. It was hard to keep his eyes off her.
Cersei, wore a smile to mask her tears and the betrayal she must had felt. “You’re surely joking, brother. Father would never agree to such a bargain.” The queen stood by the iron throne, looking regal, and yet, shaken.
“He did and I am quite serious, sweet sister,” Jaime stung back, eyes narrowing. A smile danced across his face despite how his nerves gnawed away at his insides. He wanted to appear confident--he was a lion after all. “If you have anything left to say to me, say it now, or you will have to write it later in a letter.”
I just missed you is all and was feeling clingy
I’ve missed you too, little wolf.
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House Lannister of Casterly Rock -
“No man sheds Lannister blood with impunity.”
❝ These scars will never heal, So I bandage them in layers of steel, Till I see a girl no more, But a she wolf ready to win this war. ❞
Actress Sophie Turner stuns in an Alexander McQueen dress on the April 14, 2016, cover of The Edit. Photographed by Dima Hohlov, the redhead star of ‘Game of Thrones’ wears a floral print silk gown with ruffled detail. Inside the magazine, stylist Miranda Almond dresses Sophie in even more romantic looks. From Erdem’s tiered ruffles to Dolce & Gabbana’s colorful florals, the 20-year-old serves pure dreaminess. x
Winter is here
Now, Loras was kissing Jaime with such fierceness that it made Jaime actually whine into his mouth. The blows Loras had dealt him not long ago left his mouth and cheeks feeling sensitive and pained. Jaime pulled back a little, breaking the kiss to catch his breath, and to admire the younger man in front of him. With his jacket and tunic off, Loras was left in his muddied breeches and boots. Bruises were already appearing on his body from their fight, and there were bruises from all the training he’d done that week.
Jaime gasped softly at the sight of Loras. Breeches low on his hips, bruised and roughed up from fighting–he was truly a sight. He dropped to his knees in front of the knight and reached up to place both hands on the small of Loras’ back in order to draw him closer. Jaime’s green eyes flashed up at Loras before he looked straightforward again, leaving a trail of kisses up his flat stomach. He kissed bruises now, letting his eyes fall closed. Jaime’s left hand slid down to grip Loras’ ass, squeezing it as he gently bit one of the bruises.
The worry Jaime had was still there, nagging him in the back of his mind. You shouldn’t be taking advantage of someone under your command. He’s grieving. You’re grieving. This is truly a terrible idea. Cersei will murder you both. What are you even doing with a man? All these thoughts raced in his mind, but instead, Jaime quieted them by sucking a small bruise by Loras’ hip.
The sight of Jaime Lannister on his knees before him made Loras’ throat dry up and his stomach tighten; he could feel himself growing hard, and he forgot to feel awkward or ashamed as Jaime kissed at his bruises. Loras’ breath left him in a rush as Jaime nipped at another mark; he carded his fingers through Jaime’s hair and let himself imagine Jaime’s mouth on him, their bodies pressed close skin to skin.
“Get up,” Loras murmured, his voice choked with need as he tugged at Jaime’s hair. “You don’t know what you’re doing down there.” And that thought comforted Loras somewhat; he had the high ground here, he would be in charge of this, because in this, at least, he knew what he was doing.
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“What?” Jaime looked up at the other man, gasping softly as his hair was tugged at. He wished to argue; argue that he did know what he was doing, but Jaime also knew it was no use. How hard can it be? The older knight wished to say, but didn’t.
Instead, he rose to his feet obediently, looking down into Loras’ eyes again. His own eyes still seemed hungry for Ser Loras. This look was only confirmed by how Jaime was soon on him--golden hand at the small of his back while his left hand palmed at Loras’ prick through his trousers. “You’re hard, I could have actually done something about it from down there.”