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From the moment she was born it was obvious to all that (Y/n) Stark was different.

After she had given birth to Robb, Catelyn and Ned had found that for some reason, producing another heir was seeming to be an impossibility much to distress of Catelyn. Every night she would pray to the gods old and new to give them a beautiful daughter, a special daughter; but as time passed, no new heir arrived.

Ned was growing more and more concerned about the anguish of his beautiful wife, often listening to her cry at night as she asked the gods what she had done to be punished in such a way. He would give anything he had to bring back his wife's smile, to see her bellied filled with child, but no matter what he did, nothing seemed to change.

Catelyn had listened to the advice of many of the woman in Winterfell, hoping that one of them would know how to help her fall; but as time continued to pass, she had given up hope of ever having another child.

But one day, a mysterious old woman presented herself to the Lord and Lady of Winterfell, claiming that she could solve their problem for a small price. Catelyn eagerly agreed, willing to give anything for the chance to have another child; and despite his reservations, Ned had agreed once he had seen the look of utter joy on the face of his wife.

As the old woman stood before them, she looked deep into the eyes of the desperate mother.

"You have prayed for a daughter my lady, a special daughter." The old woman said, watching as Catelyn's eyes grew wide.

"Y-y-yes! But how could you know that?" Catelyn asked, leaning forward in her chair.

"You prayed to the gods and they have heard you my lady, you asked for a special daughter, and that is what you will have. You will have a rare child of unique beauty, so perfect and fair that she will surpass any other in the Seven Kingdoms; her hair will shame spun silver, and her eyes will be as wild as the sea before a storm; she will be like nothing anyone has seen, a creature like no other, but such a gift from the gods comes at a price." The old woman said, watching as Catelyn stared pleadingly at Ned.

"If it is within my power to give it to you, then you will have it." Ned said, gripping his wife's hands tightly as she began to smile.

"You will call the child (Y/n), and I will remain at Winterfell to watch over the girl as she grows; I will educate the child and keep her safe until she comes of age, but she must not be touched by any man, not her father, not her brother, no man. She is to remain pure, unsullied, and unbetrothed until she meets a man, a forbidden man with golden hair, that will break an oath to be with her; but she must hate him before she can love him." The old woman told Catelyn and Ned, who looked at her in disbelief.

"How could you ask such a thing? If you cared for the child, you would not wish her to go without the love of a father, or brother, to hate a man before she can love him?" Catelyn said, tears pricking her eyes.

"Your child has a destiny, the only man that is to touch her, to see how truly unique she is will be the golden man, her ears and hair are to remained concealed, her rarity only to be seen by him, that is the price." The woman told them, producing a small vial of liquid from under her tattered skirts.

Catelyn looked at Ned, unsure of what to do.

"I will love our child all the same my love." Ned said, reassuring her as she rose to her feet and made her way over to the old woman.

"We will pay your price." Catelyn said, as she drank down the liquid.

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As soon as (Y/n) was born she had been whisked away by the old woman, a scarf wrapped around the sleeping bundles head, covering her hair and ears so that none would see the secret of the child, the secret of how truly rare she was. An elf had not been born in the Seven Kingdoms for many hundreds of years; the last ones hunted by men that feared not only their beauty but their power, but now the gods believed that their mortal world needed this special being.

As the years passed (Y/n) grew more and more perfect, and even though Catelyn had conceived her other children after her, (Y/n) was always the most loved, especially by the male members of the family and household, her beauty seeming to cast of spell over anyone she met. Kind and intelligent, sweet and loyal, she cared for the people, for her family and for her home; yet few had ever seen her, the old woman hiding her away for much of her life, as she taught the girl who, and what she really was, and that even though she was born of mortals, she was far from it.

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A buzz went around Kings Landing, as the people spoke of the arrival of the new Kings hand and his three daughters; all knew about the beautiful lady Sansa and the rambunctious lady Arya, but most had never heard of the oldest daughter. Some had heard tales, rumours, that the young woman was very different to any other, that there was something strange about her, but none knew the truth, much to the annoyance of the Queen. Cersei had tried to ask her husband about his old friends' mysterious daughter, but each time he would make up some excuse and leave the room. She knew he had met the girl, but could never understand her husband's faraway look when she spoke of her, or the subtle smile that kissed his lips as Robert seemed lost in a beautiful memory.

"How different can this daughter be?" Cersei growled, pondering over every possibility as Jaime poured her another glass of wine.

"They are mere rumours, supposition, she is probably something and nothing; maybe she is disfigured, that is why no one has seen her." Jaime said, sitting down across from his sister.

Despite the fact that he loved Cersei, Jaime had been trying to distance himself from her, finally noticing how truly wicked she could be. He knew that there was something missing in his life, a woman that would truly be only his, a woman that he could tell the Seven Kingdoms he loved, that he could marry and she could bear his legitimate children, and he knew that he could never do that with Cersei. Even though he had taken the Kings guard oath to never marry or father children he knew deep down that if the one he had prayed for came along, he would break his oath without a second thought, and he would leave Cersei never to return.

Despite not being enamoured of the Starks, Jaime had to admit that he was intrigued by what was being said about Ned's oldest daughter; the rumours he had heard had been many and varied, but whatever the flight of fancy, there was one general consensus, and that was that (Y/n) Stark was perfect.

"We shall see tomorrow, sister." Jaime said, taking a long drink from his glass, as he contemplated what could be.

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The people stopped in the streets of Kings Landing, as Ned Stark and his entourage made their way to the Red Keep; but it wasn't the new Kings hand, or the many men on horse back that were calling for their attention, it was the pale, statuesque beauty that rode on a large grey stead just behind her father. The people whispered to one another as she passed by about the unusual nature of her guards; whereas Ned and his other daughters were surrounded by the male guards, on either side of the ethereal looking creature, rode two female guards who glared at the people, seeming to warn them to avert their gaze from their charge.

Those that waited at the Red Keep couldn't help but mutter and stare wide eyed as the Starks finally arrived; the big commotion had originally been about the new hand and lady Sansa, but as (Y/n) was helped from her mount by one of her large female guards, Ned and Sansa were forgotten, and all thoughts were of the smiling beauty that was (Y/n), and that included those of Jaime.

He couldn't help but stare, as his heart began racing wildly, his mind a blank as she smiled sweetly at the King.

Jaime knew that he had never seen this woman's equal, there was nothing and no one in the Seven Kingdoms that could rival the soft delicate creature that Cersei was currently glaring at. In that instance Jaime knew he had to protect the girl, protect her from everyone and everything, especially Cersei.

"My lady." Jaime said, interrupting his sister's vitriolic stares, as he tried to take (Y/n)'s hand, only for it to be pulled away by her guard.

"My apologises Ser Jaime, but my daughter is tired and needs rest. Perhaps you can introduce yourself later?" Ned said, motioning for (Y/n)'s guards to discreetly escort her inside.

And so it had gone on, each time Jaime had tried to get close to (Y/n) one of her guards would hurry her away, or if he did get chance to converse with the woman that had stolen his heart, his normal boyish charm and confidence seemed to abandon him, and he was left a nervous mess whose compliments seemed to come out more as insults, causing the young Stark to seemingly dislike him more and more, as their conversations turned into verbal battles.

"That man is insufferable, father; he seems to take great delight in insulting me every chance he gets." (Y/n) lamented as she sat in her father's rooms, annoyed at the latest interaction between herself and Jaime.

Ned couldn't help but chuckle slightly, it was true what his daughter was saying, Ser Jaime did in fact seem to enjoy getting into verbal stoushes with his oldest daughter, the two seeming to get some kind of strange satisfaction at being as mean as possible to one another. (Y/n) had never been the type to dislike anyone or anything, but when it came to Jaime Lannister, Ned knew that she had found the one person in all the Seven Kingdoms that she seemed to hate, and his mind couldn't help but nervously remember the old woman's prophecy.

"I hate him, father. I hate Jaime Lannister more than I thought I could ever hate anyone." (Y/n) said, as she left her father's room.

Ned dropped his head into his hands, he hoped this day would never come, hoped that (Y/n) would never meet the forbidden man with golden hair; but now it was obvious she had, and it was obvious that it was Jaime Lannister.

Ned made his way to find Jaime, he had to tell him about his daughter, about what and who she really was, and how, he, was the missing part of her life.

"But how can it be me? Your daughter hates me, and every time I try to tell her how I feel, we just end up insulting one another." Jaime said, as he had listened to Ned's wild tale about his special child, about how the two of them were destined to be together, and how Jaime was the true love of her life.

Ned couldn't pretend he liked the idea of his precious child being with a Lannister, especially Jaime, but he and Catelyn had agreed to pay the old woman's price, and this was it.

"All I know is that you are the golden one that will break an oath for her; if I were you, I would try and find her." Ned said, leaving a bewildered Jaime behind.

Jaime wandered the halls of the Red Keep, desperately searching for (Y/n), someway, somehow, he was going to try and get her to love him.

"There you are, I've been searching everywhere for you." Jaime said, happy to find (Y/n) alone, without a female guard in sight.

"What's wrong? Haven't insulted me enough for one day?" (Y/n) scoffed, sighing loudly, as she walked off further into the garden.

"I need to speak with you (Y/n)." Jaime said, racing to catch up to the young woman, who was trying desperately to ignore him.

"I hardly think that you can describe that monosyllabic grunt of yours as speaking, I have had better conversations with my dire wolf; and if I wish to speak to a Lannister, I will go and find the intelligent one." (Y/n) hissed, speeding up her walk.

"(Y/n) please, I need to tell you how I feel." Jaime shouted after her, as she picked up her skirts and ran through the garden.

Jaime moaned loudly, he knew that he had caused the problem, but he had hoped that telling her that he loved her would be easier than this.

He set off chasing after the fleeing woman, thankfully quickly catching up with her, he reached out his hand to grab her wrist, as he did so he pulled her into his chest, his eyes growing wide as the large scarf that had always covered her head fell to the floor. He gasped as the waves of the finest spun silver hair fell over her shoulder, and kissed her blushing cheeks, her beautiful elongated ears showing from under her swell of the finest silver strands.

(Y/n) tried to pull away, desperate to cover what she really was, desperate to cover the fact that she wasn't like anyone else.

"(Y/n) stop!" Jaime said, his fingers gently brushing through her hair.

"Your father told me what you are, that you were a gift from the gods, and that you were different from anything else in the Seven Kingdoms. He told me about the golden haired man, the man that would break an oath for you; I want to be that man." Jaime said, his eyes taking every aspect of the beauty that was now in his arms.

"S-s-so you are the gold to my silver? The old woman might have warned me that I only had to look for the most insufferable ass in Kings Landing to find the golden man, if she had said that, I would have known it was you straight away." (Y/n) said, chuckling quietly as Jaime smiled at her.

"And the gods should have told me that the woman I have been praying for, would have been so utterly perfect." Jaime said, as his lips hovered a hairs breath away from (Y/n)'s

"So, can you forgive me, my silver lady?" Jaime asked, as their lips finally met.

"Only if you promise to kiss me, and never leave my side, my golden lord." (Y/n) said, as Jaime swept her up into his arms.

Whatever the price was to pay from breaking his oath, he would gladly pay it, as long as he had his silver lady, nothing else mattered.