13. | SECRET LETTER
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Sometimes being brave is stupid, but sometimes it's not. But in this situation where the king does whatever he wants, it is dangerous-deadly even. Standing inside the Throne room, the room witch is covered with Targaryen banners and dragon skulls, it would a question of why you'd put up a fight before the king.

A silence in the throne room witch can cut deeper then valeryon steel is upon every Lord and Lady. They each hold their breaths as if breathing can make them burn. The king looks like what he normally looks- mad in silence, long nails, grey and pale hair that haven't been washed in months. His clothes was still the same as he wore everyday-thinking if anyone touched him he would be betrayed and poisoned.

In his youth, while not being the most intelligent, nor the most diligent of princes, he was described as having an undeniable charm. He was generous, handsome and resolute, although somewhat quick to anger. He was also vain, proud, and changeable, traits that made him easy prey for flatterers. As he grew older, Aerys became increasingly jealous, suspicious and cruel, prone to furious outbursts.

Kneeling before the king sits a traitor-in Aerys's eyes- black hair, long face, white-but pale skin, his clothes muddy and filthy. His black hair is long and filled with mud, his hair stood just about his shoulders. He has a slender and muscular figure, Aelinor would call him handsome. He looks down on the grown, fear in his eyes.

"So you are the traitor who has tried making a revolution in Flea Bottom." Nobody speaks.

Aerys eyes darkened, "Answer me you coward" No answer. Everyone knowing whats coming next hold their breaths and looks away. It was no pretty sight-burning. "Rossart!" he called furiously and excited. "Bring this coward fire and blood" Rossart nods his head and obeys his king.

Aelinor looks at the boy with wide eyes. He looked young, probably the same age as herself. Aelinor gave a shakily sigh and looked away. Her father would demand his son and daughters presence to watch what happened to traitors to the iron throne. She hated it, hearing people scream and shout, while the burning slowly takes their life. Aelinor has never really gotten used to it, not that anyone else has.

The boy screamed.

Loudly.

Aelinor had to close her eyes hard. No one would dear interrupt or speak or even scream. They knew what happened if they did.

As the boys shout slowly came into an end his body was dragged out of the court. The smell of burning flesh still in the air in the room. The king looks satisfied and excited with a cruel smirk on his face and purple eyes that screams madness. Aelinor knew what was about to happen. Every time their father burned people he grew aroused. And being the queen Rhaella would always have to do her duty. The king walked out of the room with the queen silently walking out behind him, scared.

Aelinor blinked away tears as she looked over her shoulder to look at their mother slowly walking away. Aelinor knew what he would do to her mother, everyone does, it's no secret. And Aelinor often thought that she was a coward for not doing anything, but Aelinor was smart. She knew that if she did she would punish herself and her mother regardless.

She was hopeless.

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Aelinor has heard the rumors, that Tywin Lannister would finally come back to court with his new wife. She knew it was true though and waited patiently for her new handmaiden. Amelia Reyne. She was said to be fair-with a pretty body, kind and quiet like a mouse-the exact opposite of house Lannister. She didn't know what to believe really, she had never seen a Reyne before.

Aelinor hoped she looked awful- because every time a beautiful woman walked in the Red Keep her father would always want and desire her in one way or another. She knew that Tywin Lannister was a fearful man and not to be crossed with, but she was scared to ask herself if he would deny the king if he would demand of his wife.

"My princess", came the small voice of a servant. "This was sent to you" The servant hold a thin letter her hands. She walked over to Aelinor and stretched out her hand while bowing slowly.

Aelinor grabbed the letter and waited until the servant was out of her door. Aelinor looked back at the letter in wonder. It didn't have any name, sigil or a drawing of a banner of any kind, only a plain letter.

She looked at it curiously before shrugging and opening it up.

Meet me at the gardens but come unnoticed.

Aelinor furred her brows and looked confusedly at the letter. Who would like to meet her without everyone's praying eyes?.

Aelinor wanted to know who this person was so she made the decision to meet the person.

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Waiting quietly near a bush, silently hoping that no one sees her.

Aelinor kept a small valeryon steel blade inside her hidden pocket on her dress, if anything would happen.

Aelinor never really got to learn how to defens herself. The king would deny any seggestions of her being thought how to hold a sword or anything. In his eyes she would be dutiful and quiet-only be used for making heirs.

Before she even realises yet- a hand grabs her writ and turning her around.

There she saw him. Gold haired and even more handsome then she last saw him. Aelinor would ocationlly see him but she would avoid him, and in her bad luck- feel more about him everytime she does.

"You came" was the only sentence Jaime said witch came out of his mouth.

"Yes."

Jaime kept his eyes locked at hers until he hold out a hand waiting for Aelinor to accept.

Aelinor looked at Jaime confused. Jaime only nudged his hand forward again telling her to grab his hand.

She accepts and allowing him to pull her into him, and let him lead her into a dance. Aelinor would not admit but she was happy at watching Jaime so carefree. It was almost as if becoming a member to the kingsguard that Jaime had changed.

Aelinor studied his face and saw small new cuts along with darkened under eyes. He was pale and likely tired and sleepy. But that did not change anything, Jaime was indeed still the most handsome man she had ever met.

Aelinor stared at him blankly with thousands of emotions in her eyes, "Why did you ask me to come here?" Aelinor questioned quietly while clenching Jaime's hand gently.

Jaime looked started at her for a minute before quickly composing himself and giving her a small smile, "I have tried Aelinor. I really have, but when I sleep eat, do my kingsguard duties I always think of you." Jaime quickly said staring right at her with his intense eyes. "And it seems like I can't get you out of my head and it's making me crazy" Jaime continued.

Aelinor stared at him with wide eyes, unable to say anything.

Jaime just gave out a small sigh and brought her hands towards his mouth to plant a kiss. "You don't have to say anything, just know that im here for you or if anything happens" Jaime gave her a look before walking inside the Red Keep, his white cloak flowing after him.

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A/N:

OKAYYYY SO I HOPE THIS WAS LONG ENOUGH FOR YOU??? THIS WAS ACUALLY MY FAVOURITE CHAPTER TO WRITE I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHY BUT I JUST ENJOYED IT.

AND I HAVE DECIDED THAT THIS WILL NOT BE A ROBERT BARATHEON FANFIC. I'M GOING TO MAKE ANOTHER STORY ABOUT HIS, SO DON'T BE SAD!

AND I'M ALSO GOING TO SAY I'M GOING TO MAKE A SPIN-OFF STORY OFF THIS BOOK FOR TYWIN LANNISTER AND HIS NEW WIFE, AMELIA REYNE.

WHY TYWIN LANNISTER? IDK, I JUST THINK THERE ISN'T ENOUGH OF STORYS ABOUT HIM SO I WILL WRITE ABOUT HIM....