#kingsredshadow

[maimedlion-blog]

"That's what I thought." She sighed, shaking her head. "Well, and what do you think about this?" Melisandre dropped Cersei's necklace on the ground and cocked her head to the left side, observing Jaime's face carefuly.

There were a number of ways the red priestess could have gotten the necklace, and Jaime only looked at it for a moment before he looked at her, a sigh on his lips as he shook his head. “Such a thing will not make me believe you,” he replied simply. “My sweet sister is alive. Alive, and as well as she’s ever been.”

[maimedlion-blog]

// "Oh god! Jaime! And he is a mod. Teri, you must act super normal and classy." (I was studying the group mods, rules and everything and then...) "Wut the hell? She is just like him. She is so quality. Ha, I won't send this crappy audituon for Mel. Never ever." (Yeh, then I did it but I was so nervous.) You are awesome and super duper quality. I love your threads and your writing style. You are damn awesome! :)

//But no in all seriousness thank you baby. I’m really a dork and I’m sure you know that by now. <3

[maimedlion-blog]

"R'hllor wanted some sexy lioness up there. He is a little bit lonely. So I did as he commanded, sorry Simba."

What strange words the red priestess was speaking. Perhaps some madness had finally taken it’s hold upon her, and made her spout such nonsense. But underneath the words, Jaime suspected the meaning, and his jaw clenched tightly before he spoke. “I do not believe you.”

[wolf-ofthenorth]

+ nubilusxpardus, kingsredshadow, and animus3pointo

With darkened hues András watched his prey from afar. His brothers and sisters by his side and with a single movement of his bandaged hand they all set off on the hunt. The Wolves of the North had been tracking a stranger who'd wandered too far from it's home and they wished to know why. All those who were sane would never come into these parts as the tales in which lingered around it was far too terrifying for most to handle. This is what made it such a peaceful place. The only ones who inhabited it were that of the Wolvan. A clan of warriors who'd been on this lands for more than thousands of years and this lone stranger could break the peace in which they have worked so hard to gain.

Eventually over time even the leader himself joined in the hunt. Jumping onto the rocks that came out from under the snow in order to make his path easier and faster. Soon enough the stranger was in sight and his warriors were already ahead. Circling the stranger they all let fierce growls escape from deep down in their throat awaiting until András began to speak.

 "You've come a long ways North, Southling" he started off, his simple look seeming more threatening than any of the others "Razaar is quite idiotic if he thought one of his spies could get past us. Now tell me, what are you doing here?"

[maimedlion-blog]

+kingsredshadow

The manacles on his wrists chafed his skin, leaving it raw and sensitive to touch the more often he tried to squeeze his hands out of them, but never once did he voice a complaint. For doing so would have led the wench to suspect what he was making an attempt to do, and he couldn't have that to deal with as well. 

Instead of complaints, Jaime would voice something else, in an attempt to annoy the wench, or get some sort of reaction from her that would either give him a chance to take her sword and use it against her, or make her forget her vows for a moment, and try to kill him. If she came at him, he'd be prepared, and she'd find he wouldn't go down easily. He'd be damned if he'd allow a woman to defeat him. He was Jaime Lannister, and the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard. There were few who could stand a chance of defeating him. And she is not one of them.

"Come now, wench," he chuckled as he followed her, Brienne having decided it would be a good idea to travel under the cover of night, to avoid being seen, and to avoid capture. "Truly, you aren't getting any younger. I could help you feel like a woman, at least once," he offered, though in truth he was interested in no such thing, the thought alone disgusting him. It is only Cersei who interests me, and she will be the only who I will ever lay with. He missed his sister. The touch of her hair, and the feel of his skin against hers. I will be with you soon, sister.

"Is that something you would be interested in? A little kiss and a feel?" he continued,  taking amusement from the way the wench's shoulders stiffened as he continued to speak. And so he continued to do so, until she yanked the rope attached to his chains, and hissed at him to shut up. "Horses," she whispered, and Jaime froze.

More than a couple of horsemen, Jaime cursed to himself as the wench shoved him to the ground, before she pressed herself down next to him, taking cover as they watched in silence. An entire host of men was setting up camp, and Jaime could make out the banners of Stannis Baratheon, and the sigil he'd created for himself. 

Damn it all. We will have to change our route, he thought, keeping silent for once, as he exchanged a glace with Brienne, who simply shook her head. For now, they would not move. Not until most of the host was sleeping, and they could move.

[maimedlion-blog]

// One thing? You are Jaime in the real life. That's it. I don't know what to say more. :) ( Can't wait for another "Lions of Casterly Rock." hohoho! )

//You are too kind. Let me love you.