Sister of Jaime Lannister

(I'm basing ages off what Google tells me from the TV show, not the books)

You were a proud lannister...you think. It was all very confusing. Whilst you loved your family as your family, you hated them as your leaders. I mean, come on. What idiot decided that your nephew, joffrey should be on the throne? It was a disaster. You often found yourself wishing you weren't a lannister. And then again, when you see the sight of the poor, or the fear of commoners, you thank the gods that you were born into these luxuries

You were 2 years younger than the king, being just 14, far younger than your siblings. You were your father's...Well bastard. But he didn't treat you as such. From the moment your mother gave birth to you, and died in doing so, your father has treated you like his prized possession. Giving you the lannister name and pride, also the lannister enemies but can't have everything I suppose.

You were currently running through the halls trying to get to your fathers office. You had to apologise many a time when running but you just couldn't slow down. It was too important. You flung the door open and immediately began talking

"Father! You have to let me fight! You said, I could learn how to fight, when I was in danger. Well guess what, I'm in danger. Isn't this great?" You laughed thrilled that he'd have no choice but to let you learn. You suddenly realised that all your siblings were there, aswell as your nephew the king

"You interrupted me" joffrey yelled

"Sorry your grace. But it's just so exciting" jaime chuckled at your excitement but was quickly elbowed by cersei reminding him of where he was

"I don't care about your sorry excuses. I could have your head on a spike in seconds if I wanted"

"Well that's just uncalled for" you gasped

"Enough! Sit down your grace. You may be the king, but im still your grandfather and she is still your aunt. If you go round threatening every person who dares speak over you, then you'll have a very short reign indeed" you father warned your nephew

"Why are you in danger y/n?" Tyrion asked

"You mean apart from my nephew threatening to out my head on a spike? Sorry, I forgot that was normal in this family. Anyway, my original danger; I just had some guy in the market threaten to slit my lannister throat and eat my lannister tongue. So can I fight?" You explain

"Hang on! Why were you in the market y/n?" Tywin asked

"Ha! Funny story. One for...er...another time. Anyway, can I fight?" You asked impatiently

"Ugh, yes alright, jaime can teach you, and jaime alone. Don't need some dim-witted arrow head teaching you how to use a sword" he barked

"Thank you father. You're the best" you ran around the table to hug and kiss him before going to your brother

"I look forward to kicking your lazy arse brother. Try not to cry when I stab my sword so far up your arse that-"

"Y/n!" Cersei cries out at your words

"Oh sorry. Forgot where I was. Toodle pip dear family" you said running out. Later on that week, you were stood opposite jaime, by the sea, where he was planning on teaching you. He gave you a wooden sword and you started looking at it before it was knocked from your hand and you soon had jaimes sword pointing at your throat

"Seven hells jaime! You didn't give me a countdown!" You yelled at him making him chuckle

"Y/n! Surely you know that in battle, the opposition won't give you a count down" jaime told you as if it were obvious

"I havnt been in battle! How am I supposed to know that?" You ask offended. Jaime looks up at the sky, you hear him mutter

"It's gonna be a long day"

"Well that's rather rude" you grumble but get ready again. He soon teachers you the fighting stance you how to parry

"Jaimeeeee" you whine

"Y/nnnn" he mocks

"My arm aches" you groaned

"Itll hurt alot more if someone cuts your arm off in battle!" Jaime warns as he gets back in fighting stance but you just drop your sword and look at him

"Seriously?" You ask folding your arms

"What? Giving up so soon?" Jaime asks

"It's called taking a break. I read in a book, that there's a place far from here, England, and it's actually a legal requirement to allow breaks" you tell him smugly

"And when we are in England, then you may take a break" he tells you putting the sword back in your hand. This goes on for 5 whole hours before you are lay on the floor in a pool of sweat, not even moving when jaime lightly kicks you

"That's it, I'm dying, I see a light, oh god jaime I see a light!"

"It's the sun y/n. Come on, we aren't done yet!" You have no energy and just lay there panting like a fucking dog

"Fuck you jaime lannister. Fuck you and your brilliant stamina which I have obviously not got. I would like to point out, that the most sports I've ever done is when tyrion threw a ball at me and I was so close to catching it!" You cry out. Your arms and legs were sprawled out like a starfish and jaime just laughed at the sight

"Fine, let's go back inside. Have a drink on me for your hard work" he offers helping you up

"Thanks jaime. But we sort of live there so every drink I get is free anyway. Its the most you've ever given me so ill take it" jaime ruffles your hair and then bends down so you can get on his back. He carries you back inside and up to your room where he throws you on the bed

"Oh sweet salvation!" You cry out in happiness at the cold sheets

"Good work today. You should probably change out of those clothes. You smell like you've just ran a marathon"

"I feel like I've just ran a marathon!" You counter

"Don't worry, I was same as you, you'll find the stamina soon. Give it a month or two" he then goes to leave but you stop him

"Noooo. Jaimeee. Don't go yet"

"And why not?" He asks

"I have ✨️questions✨️" you say in a sing song voice making him laugh. He goes and sits on your bed as you continue to lie down, but moving so your head is on your pillow and you're looking at him

"What ✨️questions✨️?" He asks mocking you

"Are we going to war?" You ask serious. Jaimes face falls and he looks into your tired and scared eyes

"We have enemies who are trying to take the throne. Our armies are stopping them and doing a good job of it"

"Is that a yes?" Jaime nods sadly

"Will you die?" You ask him

"No, I don't intend to anyway, I swear, I'll always come back to you" he promises kissing your hand and tucking your hair behind your ear

"So, we're safe? For now atleast?"

"Of course. What's bringing this on sweetheart?" He asks concerned

"Joffrey is a cunt"

"Hey! Mind your language" he scolds

"Sorry. But it's true. The people hate him. And I know he is the reason ned stark got executed. He shouldn't of died, he was a kind man. And now his son will want revenge. And I also know joffrey isn't the true heir to the throne. And some other people might have figured it out aswell" jaime looks at you intently, his gaze fixed on yours as he tries to figure out what you mean

"I don't know what rumours you've heard y/n but I can promise you they-"

"Don't! I know he's your son. They all are. Joffrey, tommen, myrcella. All lannister pure. Not an ounce of baratheon" you tell him. He stands up in frustration, concerned that you've already told the entire court

"And how are you so certain?" He asks you seeming abit angry

"I've always known about you and cersei. I think me and tyrion did, our entire lives. Father would know too if he wasn't so blind to his own families facade. And they look nothing like Robert. Plus, I heard cersei talking to you about joffrey, calling him 'our son' implying he belongs to the pair of you"

"And what do you plan on doing with this information?" He asks

"Nothing jaime. You're my brother, and although I don't quite understand your relationship with cersei, I don't judge you for it. I love you and cersei and I'd never want to ruin your reputation and threat of joffreys throne. Although I hate joffrey, I dread to think what would happen if everyone figured out he wasn't the true heir" jaime crouches by the side of my bed, his face next to mine

"Thank you for keeping this a secret y/n. No one must know. And you must stop thinking of war and death. Its making you depressing to listen to" you chuckle at his comment and nod your head in agreement

"I'm gonna take a nap. After todays training, I may just die" you say closing your eyes

"One can only hope" he joked walking out the door

"Dickhead" you said just loud enough for him to hear. Then you went to sleep, only to endure another day of training when you woke up. But you wanted this. As horrid as it was, you knew it would be worth it