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Solace: Chapter Five

Summary: The story of Jaime Lannister and Y/N about how they escaped Cersei’s claws.

Warning: Angst, Fluff, mild smut, graphic torture scene

Pairing: Jaime x Fem!Stark!Reader

Reader's pronoun: She/Her

A/N: I hope Game of Thrones fans out there will like it!

Disclaimer: GOT belongs to G.R.R Martin and the HBO Company. I only own the story.

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CHAPTER 5: FALL OF A TYRANT

PREVIOUSLY

“I should’ve been there to protect you! I should’ve stayed!” he exclaimed.

“Enough, don’t start with this again. I chose this fate. Besides now that you are here, I already feel better. I know everything will be alright.” you said and kissed him.

Jaime laid down and scooted closer to you. He put his handless arm around your waist and caressed your head with his hand until you both fell asleep.

Jaime wasn’t worried to get caught with you, he was an early bird so he would make sure you would be back in your quarters before anyone would notice.

Little did they know, a servant had heard everything and reported to Cersei immediately.

A FEW DAYS LATER

Jaime, although still depressed at the loss of his sword hand, soon found a way to feel useful once more. Thanks to Cersei, he now had a golden hand. Every day he would train with Bronn, and to be honest he was getting better, mentally, physically and at fighting.

He presented you to Brienne of Tarth and you immediately liked her; she was a strong woman who didn’t give a shit about what other people thought. You admired her for that.

Lately, Jaime and Cersei spent a lot of time together for the preparation of Joffrey’s wedding. At first, you were worried Cersei would try to get information as to why he kept rejecting her advances. You knew he wouldn’t betray you, but you were afraid of what Cersei was capable of.

And finally came King Joffrey’s wedding to Margery Tyrell…

The wedding was grand, worthy of a King, of a great King, which Joffrey was not. And although you were glad that Sansa did not have to marry him, a small part of you wept for Margery.

The day started on a great note but unfortunately ended on a bad one.

At the banquet, you were seated beside Lady Olenna Tyrell. You watched Joffrey as he humiliated his uncle. You watched as he choked and fell to the ground. You watched as Jaime rushed toward his son as his features contorted in worry and fear.

As Joffrey drew his last breath, he pointed at Tyrion just as he picked up the cup. Cersei, devastated and enraged by the loss of her son, had Tyrion arrested for the King’s murder.

Fearing that your little sister would be accused of conspiracy, you forced yourself to detach your eyes from the lifeless body sprawled on the floor to look at your sister, only to find that she had disappeared.

A part of you was worried for Sansa, but you also hoped that wherever she was, she would be safer than in Cersei claws.

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After Joffrey’s funeral, Jaime came to you desolated in your chambers. You could see it in his eyes, he felt responsible for his son’s death. As soon as he closed the door, you enveloped him into a hug.

“It is my fault” Jaime whispered, as beads of tears started to fall.

Stepping back and grabbing his head between your hands so he would look at you straight in the eyes, you said: “No, it was not; there is nothing you could have done to prevent it”.

“I am a Kingsguard, I a - was his father, I should have been here to protect him,” he said resting his hands upon yours.

“Listen to me Jaime, no one could have prevented it, it wasn’t your fault as much as it wasn’t mine. I am sorry you lost a son, I can’t imagine how hard it must be, but never think that you are responsible for his death,” you said and then took his hand to lead him to your bed, where you both sat.

“And it is certainly not Tyrion’s fault either. He and Joffrey didn’t like each other sure, but he would never have killed him. Tyrion would never purposefully harm his family,” Jaime stated.

“I know. I believe Tyrion to be innocent. His trial is in two days and I fear he might say something harsh that might end up with him with a cord around his neck” you said, sharing your worries.

“Tyrion has a thing for dramatics, whatever he planned won’t end well. I visited him in his cell earlier and told me he was going to ask for a trial by combat. But if his champion was to lose, I need to find a way to get him out. I already lost my son, I won’t stand idly by and let another member of my family die.” Jaime affirmed.

“I know you wouldn’t, it is one of the things I like most about you. You would do anything for those you hold dear in your heart,” you said, smiling at him before leaning in and kissing him, a kiss he eagerly returned.

A FEW DAYS AFTER TYRION ESCAPE

Jaime, although still grieving, managed to move on. He didn’t want to dwell on the past, he preferred to plan his future.

He only talked about it to Bronn, but Jaime seriously considered the idea of marrying you. You are his light and despite all the things that are keeping him from marrying you, like his status as a King's Guard, he wants to marry you more than anything else. The only thing is that he didn’t know how and when to ask you.

But he knew that when it was time, he would know right away. And for him, this moment happened to be when he visited you in your chambers one evening. Here you were, sitting upon a chair, reading a book, the glow of the candles shining upon your skin, creating a golden aura around you. You were perfection personified.

As soon as he got out of his trance, he rushed to you and got down on one knee, grasping your hands.

His actions and odd behaviour surprised you and as you were about to ask him what was going on, he cut you off.

“Y/N, you saved me from myself: you are my own true love and I would be honoured to call you my wife if you will have me?”

You froze in shock, your mouth hanging open for a minute, but as he called your name for a second time, you quickly uttered your answer.

“Yes! Yes, I will marry you!” you exclaimed, throwing yourself at him and capturing his lips in a searing kiss.

When you broke apart for some air, Jaime got up, lifting you in his arms and started walking toward the bed where he laid you down. He took off his armour, dressed down to his breaches and joined you in bed, encircling his arms around your waist so that you would lay on him. No words were needed, as you both relished in the happiness of the moment.

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These last few days have been the happiest of your life. Both you and Jaime were happy, even though you were not married yet, you knew that nothing could break you apart.

Unfortunately, a mission for Jaime will lead him to leave you for a while. He was tasked to retrieve Myrcella from Dorne.

The day before his departure, Jaime asked you to join him in the undergrounds of the Red Keep. He told you to wear your best dress and to remain unseen. You did as he asked and put on your favourite dress, an elegant gown made of midnight blue and white/grey silk with a plunging neckline.

As you reached the undergrounds, you saw many torches were lit, forming a path. Following the said path you finally arrived at the destination when you saw Jaime and Bronn waiting for you, the both of them well dressed and another man.

Approaching Jaime with a confused face you asked him: “What is all this, Jaime?”.

“Our wedding.” Jaime simply answered.

“What? But how? You are still a King’s Guard, you can’t marry me,” you said, even more confused.

“I know that, but it is just for us. Bronn will be our witness and Maester Lurell will officiate the ceremony. He is an old friend of my family and was sworn to secrecy.” Jaime explained.

“Jaime, I don’t know what to say…” you softly said.

“Then just say yes, say that you will marry me. I love you more than anything and want to spend the rest of my days with you. I don’t want to spend one more second without being married to you, without being able to call you my wife.” Jaime confessed.

At his words, your heart swelled with love and you grabbed his face and kissed him with all the love you could muster before pulling away.

“The first time you proposed, the answer was yes. The answer hasn’t changed nor will it ever change. Of course, I will marry you! I love you so much!” you said as tears of happiness slid down your face.

“You heard the lady, let’s get the ceremony started, shall we?” Bronn exclaimed turning towards Maester Lurell, a grin visible on his face.

After exchanging your vows, Jaime got two strings out of his pouch and held them out to you. Looking at it, you gasped. At the end of each string were pendants: one of a lion and one of a wolf.

“I am sorry I can’t get you a ring given our situation, but I had this made especially for you. The wolf represents you, and the lion represents me. And if you bring them together, you can see that they fit perfectly as one, just like you and I.” Jaime explained.

“Jaime, it is beautiful thank you.” You said as tears started to fall again.

Happy that his gift pleased you, Jaime proceeded to tie the string of the lion pendant around your neck and then you tied the wolf pendant around his.

Turning back to you and touching your pendant Jaime said: “This way a part of me will always be with you and a part of you with me.” and then kissed you again.

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Life was peaceful for a time in the Red Keep. Ever since Cersei had been arrested by the High Sparrow, life seemed easier for you. Of course, you pitied the woman, she didn’t deserve whatever they were doing to her. You just hoped Jaime would come back soon. You didn’t want to face Cersei before Jaime’s return.

However, as soon as Cersei recovered she wasted no time attempting to get to you. And get to you she did. As soon as the sky was covered in stars, she had you abducted.

Someone entered your chambers and knocked you unconscious. When you woke up, you were chained to a wall in an extremely dark and foul-smelling room with only one very small window. You couldn’t see anything else as the night didn’t provide much light.

For hours, you screamed for help, but nobody came. You tried to yank at your chains to no avail. As the sun rose into the sky, you had given up. But the light provided by the rising sun allowed you to notice a chair and a small round table with a jug and goblet on it. You only got a hint of your location as you heard the bells of the Sept of Baelor ring midday.

It was then that you heard someone unlock the door. You thought that someone had come for you yet as the door opened and revealed who was stepping in, you knew that this person was not here to save you but to hurt you.

“Oh, you’re awake. Perfect,” said Cersei as she entered the room.

“W-What do you want?” you asked. You tried to show no fear, but the waver in your voice betrayed you.

Smirking, Cersei said “I want you to suffer” before she proceeded to call for someone. “You can come in, Qyburn”.

Then a small man you had only seen in passing entered with a tray full of sharp objects. Your blood ran cold.

Cersei then sat at the table and poured what seemed to be wine into the goblet. “Qyburn here has invented a few little tools he would like to test. And you seem to be perfect for his experiments. Meanwhile, I will sit and enjoy the show.” and she took a sip of her wine.

Then, the nightmare began.

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Over the days that passed under Qyburn’s ministrations, you realized that Cersei’s intention was not to get information out of you: she intended to see you suffer.

All you could feel was pain. You tried not to show it but Qyburn was rather methodical when it came to torture, slicing you ever so slowly, much to the enjoyment of Cersei. They would come once or twice a day, sometimes at night, and Cersei would sit idly by as Qyburn would try one of his new “toys” as he liked to call them. Sometimes, one of Cersei's guards, Gregor Clegane, you believe, would be called in and would beat you. You experienced the worst of Qyburn’s inventions when one day a chair with straps and metal attached to it appeared. The Mountain placed you into it, strapping you in so you couldn’t move an inch of your body. Qyburn would sit next to you and get several needles and a small hammer from the tray; he would place the needles right under your nails and slowly push them in with the hammer. All you could do was scream, and scream you did.

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As the boat Jaime was stood in approached the decks of King’s Landing, all he could feel was sadness for his daughter and longing for his wife. The thought of seeing her was all that kept him going.

However, when he only saw Cersei waiting for him, he knew something was terribly wrong. He wanted to go and look after you but knew he couldn’t right away. As much as he hated Cersei, they still lost their daughter: the purest of the Lannisters.

After comforting his sister, he went to try and find you. He first went to your chambers, but he did not find you there. He then tried the Library but again, you weren’t there. On the way to the gardens, he crossed paths with Bronn and asked for his help. Bronn, of course, agreed to help and then went the opposite way.

After looking for you for over an hour, Jaime decided to go and confront his sister.

Jaime stormed into Cersei’s room yelling: “What have you done to her? Where is my wife!?”

Although shocked by the revelation of his marriage to you, Cersei managed to keep her mask intact. “You mean the Stark slut? Somewhere hidden, away from you.”

“Tell me where she is now!” Jaime all but yelled.

“And tell me why I should let her live when our daughter is dead! You failed to take our daughter home safe and sound. This failure of yours will only bring your slut more suffering!” said Cersei nonchalantly.

"Don't you dare hurt her, she is my only solace in all of the Seven Kingdoms! If you dare raise a hand upon her, I will-" Jaime threatened but was cut off.

"You will do what? Kill me? You and I both know you are not capable of it" Cersei spat.

"You can burn under dragon fire for all I care! You mean nothing to me!" Jaime roared at Cersei.

"I'm your Queen; you can't frighten me! You can't harm me!" Cersei exclaimed with an unwavering voice but shock and hurt were written all over her face.

"If you hurt the woman I love, I will make sure you die. I'm not afraid of adding Queenslayer to my list of titles." Jaime said calmly, staring at his sister with eyes so intense that they could cut her head right off.

"I once was the woman you loved... Don't you remember?" Cersei said, as a last attempt to manipulate him.

"Yes, I do remember. But now, when I'm looking at you, all I see is a monster," Jaime answered and then left to retrieve Bronn to keep looking for you.

As he walked away, he could hear Cersei screaming: “I swear to the old Gods and new that as long as I draw breath, I'll have no rest until she is dead! You belong to me, Jaime!”.

But he ignored her threat. When he finally found Bronn, the two of them rummaged through the whole palace in hopes of finding you, fighting anyone who dared to stand in their way, threatening anyone who might be withholding valuable information. However, the search ended when they came across Cersei’s maid. Jaime didn’t even have to threaten her because the look of fury on his face was enough to make her disclose your location.

She led them to you and as soon as they arrived, she ran away.

“Oi, where do you think you’re going?” Bronn exclaimed as he left to follow her.

“Leave her, she is of no use to us anymore,” Jaime said and Bron nodded, knowing he was right. Then Jaime made his way to the door. He tried to open the door but it was locked. So, he decided to force his way through it. As soon as the door gave way he rushed inside, scanning every corner of the cell until his eyes found her.

As a man born in the Lannister House, he was prepared to see all kinds of monstrosities. His time beside the Mad King had him growing accustomed to the gore of life. But nothing could’ve prepared him to see his beloved wife in such a state. His blood ran cold at the thought of what Cersei had done to you. It was only when you called his name that he snapped out of his stupor and rushed to you, carefully cradling you in his arms.

“Oh, Y/N... I am so sorry. I should’ve never left” Jaime whispered as tears threatened to fall.

Looking up at him, you brought a hand to his face, stroking his cheek before whispering words of reassurance. “It’s okay, you are here now. It looks worse than it is”.

Smiling at your attempt to appease him, he said: “We are getting out of here; we are leaving this town, I am not ready to lose someone else today”.

At his words, you frowned and asked: “Lose someone else? Who?” without meeting your gaze, he answered, “Myrcella… she… she died on the way back. She knew who I was, you know? She knew I was her father, and she still loved me. Yet I failed her, and I failed you…”.

“Oh Jaime, you did not fail her, you were here for her all of her life, even if just as an uncle. The fact that she loved you only shows that you did right by her and you certainly did not fail me, you hear me? You didn’t fail anyone,” you said, grabbing his face between your hands and looking at him straight in the eyes.

Nodding slowly, Jaime let out a shaky breath and stood up, lifting you in his arms.

“Oi, not to interrupt the reunion but we have to move before we get caught,” Bronn whisper-yelled, still standing guard.

“Alright, let us go, Y/N is in no shape to walk, so I will carry her while you cover our back. We have to get to the docks” Jaime instructed.

“Why the docks?” You and Bronn asked at the same time.

“I told you that we were getting out of King’s Landing, didn’t I? We are going to Esos, and try to find Tyrion. I am sure he will help us convince his Queen to protect us.” Jaime explained before continuing “I am sure the ship is still there, and I got the gold we need to buy the captain’s service” and with that proceeded to walk out of the cell.

Bronn walked in front of you both, making sure no guards were in the vicinity. When you were out of the Keep, you were stopped by a dozen guards and behind them stood Cersei, her green eyes blazing with anger.

Without wasting any time, Jaime put you down, unsheathed his sword and attacked the enemy along with Bronn. The fight was hard, as Jaime and Bronn were severely outnumbered, but they still managed to kill everyone until only Cersei was standing.

“Bronn, take Y/N, I will take Cersei” Jaime ordered before walking up to his twin.

“What are you going to do? Kill me?” Cersei asked.

“I should. I should kill you, this way I know you will never hurt the woman I love ever again… But I won’t kill you, for now. I will just use you so we can escape safely. If any of your guards are following us, or if your new dog attacks try anything, I will kill you.” Jaime said while looking at her straight in the eyes before tying her hands and putting a knife at her throat.

Cersei was astonished at the hate dripping out of his words. Never had she imagined that Jaime would speak to her like that or put a knife at her throat. She was speechless, but hatred toward Y/N kept growing inside of her. Nevertheless, she nodded in understanding and let herself be dragged out to the docks.

As they arrived at the docks, the Mountain and some guards were standing in their path. The knife at her throat pressed harder as a silent command to make her order her guards to do nothing.

“Let them pass! Don’t engage in combat!” Cersei yelled.

Following the orders, the guards let the four of them walk up to the small boat. They all clambered aboard, Bronn taking the oars in hand to row to the ship.

Once aboard the ship, Jaime paid the captain and turned to Cersei. “I will let you go now, but you’d better not have anyone follow us. Otherwise, I will make sure to kill you next time I see you,” Jaime threatened and then dragged her onto the edge of the deck where they could see the guards anxiously waiting at the docks.

“I will release the Queen! You will have to come and get her!” Jaime screamed.

As Jaime cut the ropes tying her wrists together Cersei said, “I swear to the old Gods and new, that as long as I draw breath, I'll have no rest until she is dead!” but Jaime ignored her and pushed her overboard.

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The journey to Esos was long, but it gave you time to recover. Jaime tended to your injuries every day. He barely left your side, the only times he left you alone were at night when you were asleep to either get some air or to talk with Bronn.

Seven days after you left King’s Landing, you finally reached Pentos where they found an old friend of Tywin who helped them locate Tyrion and the Dragon Queen. When you arrived in Meereen, Jaime asked for an audience with Daenerys, and, although the Queen was not at first pleased to see the man who killed her father, she agreed, under Tyrion’s advice, to protect all of you.

And this is how you and Jaime were finally at peace together with your friends. And, despite the war looming over your head, you knew you would all come out alive and stronger from it because you were together, and nothing could destroy the love you had for each other and your hopes for a better future.

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