Requested by: no one
Plot: You are the niece of King Robert Baratheon and the lover of Ser Jaime Lannister, and you are terrified of being discovered. Especially by his sister Cersei.
Rating: yellow

  You have been living permanently at the Red Keep for several weeks now, even though your father Stannis has never truly consented to this. You spend most of your time discovering the past of your new home, conversing for hours with the Grand Maester to learn as much as possible about the history of Westeros.
But you had discovered much more in those often deserted long corridors. There is something that continues to draw you and Jaime Lannister towards each other. On several occasions, his proximity had made your heart beat so fast that you feared someone might hear it. Sometimes, he had held your hand amidst the crowd in circumstances where the throne room was filled with people.
Your first meeting was in the Godswood overlooking Blackwater Bay.

  You were there alone, reading a letter from your father, in which he talked about politics, marriage, and war gossip without ever asking if you were well, if you missed home, or if you needed anything. Stannis Baratheon is certainly not known for being the best father in the world.
Jaime had startled you by speaking suddenly, interrupting the flow of your sad thoughts. You only talked to him about your possible marriage to a young Frey whose name you couldn't even remember.
  <<How unfortunate to be related to the Freys>> Jaime had admitted, resting his hand on the hilt of his sword. His white cloak fluttered slightly in the salty bay air. For many minutes, you talked, constantly reducing the distance between you until, ensuring you were not seen by prying eyes, he kissed you sweetly.
You were pleasantly surprised. You knew that white cloaks were forbidden to own lands, take wives, and father children. But you were also aware that this oath was, and is, often overlooked. You're certainly not one to take such risks, preferring to make yourself invisible rather than attract looks and spread rumors about yourself.
After all, you are the niece of the King on the Iron Throne, a lady of Storm's End, not just a simple court lady.

  Yet, despite trying in every way to avoid Ser Jaime Lannister, you always found yourselves in some dark corner of the castle, exchanging intimate touches and passionate kisses. Risky and exciting, yes, but the mere idea of being discovered drove you crazy.
Every time the Queen, the Hand, or someone from the Kingsguard came to talk to you, your heart stopped instantly, and you already envisioned your head on a spike or your father's wrath descending upon you. But no one, in months and months of a clandestine relationship, had shown any sign of knowing. Especially those you feared the most: Littlefinger and Varys.

  The candle flames flicker slightly with every gust of wind that passes through the open windows. You sit in front of the vanity, undoing the numerous and very tight braids. You hear the door open and sigh. You don't need to turn around to know who has entered your room.
You hear him undo the belt that holds his sword at his side and place it at the foot of the bed. His steps come closer to you, and his hands rest on your shoulders. Your gazes meet in the dull mirror, and you watch his blonde hair shine in the candlelight. Without exchanging a word, Jaime takes the brush and begins to carefully comb your wavy hair.
<<You shouldn't be here>> you suddenly state, and a slight smile appears on his lips. <<She doesn't know and won't find out>> he replies lightly, continuing to brush your now knot-free hair. You turn to look him in the face. His eyes show confidence and have that gleam you have learned to recognize.
You sigh; you have no desire to go against the Queen Consort, much less to die suddenly as happened to the previous Hand of the King, Jon Arryn. <<Are you perhaps afraid of my sister?>> he asks with a slight mocking tone in his voice and a smirk on his face. You huff, standing up suddenly, pushing the chair back, causing it to scrape against the stone floor. You approach the window, looking at the view beyond the walls of the Red Keep.
  <<I'm afraid of the Spider and Littlefinger. They have ears and eyes everywhere>> you say, bringing a hand to your chest and starting to play with the pendant depicting your family's stag.Jaime joins you, placing his hands on your hips and starting to kiss your neck. <<No one will dare touch you, y/n>> he whispers, letting his hand slide up your abdomen and then higher to your breast, which he begins to squeeze slightly.
<<Jaime, we can't>> you say, unable to hold back the sighs. You feel him smile against your heated skin, and he pulls you closer to his body, making you feel his already hard erection. <<You think too much>> he says, making you turn abruptly, pushing you against the wall next to the window. Your lips meet passionately, and the room fills with your heavy breaths. You sink your hands into his golden hair, letting him lift your skirt, grabbing the back of your thighs to lift you up. You wrap your legs behind his hips, and your intimacies come into contact, making you both moan. <<You are a member of the Kingsguard>> you state in a broken voice as his hands squeeze your thighs and his lips kiss below your ear.
<<Men like you shouldn't do this>> you say before sighing as his left hand tightens around your neck. <<There are no men like me. There is only me>> he says with a serious look, staring straight into your eyes before starting to kiss you eagerly again.

  Holding you in his arms, Jaime walks towards your bed, where he lets you fall. He positions himself over you, gently caressing your thighs, making you shiver.
Rising from your body, he removes his jacket and shirt, remaining bare-chested. He walks towards the door, lowering the latch to ensure no one enters. <<This is better left closed>> he says, looking at you lying on the bed, your head among the pillows and your dress lifted to your thighs. He unfastens his trousers, exposing his pubis while removing his boots.
  Once back with you, you place your hands on his shoulders, pulling him towards you and kissing him, pushing him onto the bed. You see him smile mischievously as you straddle him, who lifts your skirt, sinking his hands into your buttocks. You slide a hand between you, and Jaime half-closes his lips, starting to breathe heavily as your hand moves on his erect member.