ASOIAF ~ FemPOV ~ request ~ Curses※

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For the first time in fifteen years, Jaime Lannister was well and truly stumped.

Your relationship had been going fine naught but a week ago. Of course, Jaime had to sneak around Maegor's tunnels to visit you, avoiding gossip, Cersei's scowls and Varys's little birds like the plague, all for time and a night with his lady love. Not well enough, evidently.

He still didn't know how Cersei found out, though it was not Varys who told her, that much he was certain of. Jaime could still recall the argument that ensued, calling you a traitorous and threatening to spike your head atop the castle wall in a fit of rage. It was one of the few times he had raised a hand against Cersei. His hand had wrapped around her pale white throat quicker than he could think and a threat slipped past his lips, and she shut her mouth.

Still, Jaime could hardly rest. After a day of hesitation, he finally fessed up to you that Cersei knows. You didn't take it well either, though Jaime thought he had done a well enough job of comforting you in the moment, he thought.

Imagine his surprise when you started avoiding him, sending glares his way and stiffening whenever he tried to get near, snarling at him like a scared dog whenever he cornered you. Perhaps he had done a poorer job at comforting you than he thought, Jaime decided, frustrated. Little did he know of Cersei's little plot and the witch she went to, exchanging a bag of gold dragons just so the witch would cast a simple spell on you and make you loathe Jaime, all to spite him.

He endured a fortnight of your scathing glares and curt responses, in a faint hope you'd forgive him for whatever slight had earned your fury. Alas, Jaime was not a patient man, and before long, he found himself crawling through Maegor's tunnels again, cursing the cobwebs that had gathered in his absence.

You heard an ancient creak from the hard wood floor as Jaime pulled himself up into your bedchambers with a tired groan, golden curls messy and his clothes dusty and dirty. He got on his feet with a huff and slicked back his hair, watching your weary form by the edge of your bed as your expression shifted from confusion to fear, and lastly, a thin veil of anger, like a cornered beast.

He stepped closer. "My lady-" Jaime's lips parted and a sharp slap stung his cheek before he could speak, echoing across your chambers. He felt a surge of frustration and humiliation, mixed with a bitter hurt. Before you could slap him again, Jaime surged forward, grabbing your wrist in one hand and your jaw in the other, his touch rough, yet not unkind.

"Stop it, the Seven damn you," Jaime hissed, tugging you closer to himself and forcing you to meet his eyes, his nose scrunched up in frustration, even as hurt of rejection and longing flashed in his eyes. "What's gotten into you?"

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A/N: set before the start of a Game of Thrones ! I feel rather tempted to make a tumblr sideblog where ppl could send in the requests directly... intended for fem povs but any povs should work too !!