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The Arrangement

Part II - Secrets Are Not So Deep

For winter drawing nearer and nearer, it was certainly a hot day in King's Landing. As instructed by the Hand, Jaime had taken Breena out for a walk around the castle. It had been years since she'd been there, no fault of his sister, of course. It was nice to see the beautiful sights of the castle again. Though it was a reminder that Robert was dead. His booming drunken laughter no longer filled the halls as it had before.

"Has it changed?" Jaime asked her, trying to make conversation with his intended bride.

"Not to the eye," Breena admitted truthfully. "It all looks the same as I remember. It just doesn't feel it."

"A lot has changed," the Kingslayer nodded.

Breena smiled awkwardly, and nodded. She did not know exactly what to say. She began to second guess herself. Could she really marry this man if she couldn't even carry on a conversation with him?

They continued on in silence for a few more steps. Finally she thought of topic. "When does Tyrion leave for the Wall?" She asked curiously. The dwarf was the one Lannister she never minded. Years ago while she stayed in King's Landing they had spoken many times, and enjoyed each other's company.

Jaime looked at her with a hint of suprise, "Tomorrow." He said, and she saw the sadness linger in his eyes.

"I know he didn't do it. I also heard what you did. He's lucky to have you," Breena said as she glanced up at him.

"Lady Breena, I believe those were just words of kindness," he smirked at her. The youngest Baratheon smiled.

"I am quite kind," Breena pointed out smirking back at him. "Tyrion was always kind to me. He always left books for me he thought I'd enjoy. I know he is no killer. He's not the monster he's made out to be."

Jaime looked at her a little differently. Surprised by her acceptance of his brother, and to hear they were perhaps even friends. Tyrion had never mentioned such a relationship to him. "Thank you," he said greatfully.

The young doe nodded, "Now your sister on the other hand..."

Jaime's curiosity peaked, perhaps now he could find out what happened between them? How they went from sisters one moment, to Cersei wanting her head the next. "What happened with you two? For years Cersei doted on you. You were the younger sister she never had."

Breena looked at him with suprise, "You don't know?"

"Know what?"

The Baratheon was baffled. Her plump lips frowning slightly. "I saw you," she admitted. The image of the twins, naked and entwined entered her mind. Cersei's eyes locking with her own from across the room. It sent a disgusting shiver up her spine.

Jaime immediately stopped in his tracks. He knew exactly what she meant. Breena now two steps ahead of him, stopped and turned to face him. "What?" He asked in shock.

"Why do you think she made my brother send me North?" She asked. "She cornered me, terrified me, threatened me, and had Robert send me away. Unlike Bran Stark, I got to keep my legs," she added with a snap. Slowly she turned away from him. "I've known the whole time." She said as she continued walking.

Things began to make perfect sense to Jaime. He was planted in place, rooted by shock. She knew for certain his relationship with Cersei, a woman she now despises and still agreed to marry him? "That's why from the moment Robert asked Ned Stark to be Hand of the King, Cersei kept you from him. Why she wouldn't let you return to King's Landing. That's why she insisted Robert marry you off right then and there."

Breena turned to him again, "Guess there is a brain hidden within that pretty blonde wig of yours." She was annoyed now.

"And you still want this marriage," the Kingslayer ignored her. Trying to understand.

The young doe sighed, and walked back to her intended. "I am a woman in Westeros. I am a Baratheon. Stannis is the last male heir, and with the moronic mistakes he is making, he is more than likely to be the next stag to fall. I will be all that's left of our house. What power do I have? How can I reclaim what's rightfully mine? The home of my ancestors? By playing the game. If I stayed at Runestone, I would be an old widowed Royce forever, while Storm's End is handed off to some other lesser house. No. If I have to become a Lannister to save what's mine, I'll do it," she declared. Her violet eyes burned with determination, and passion for her words. "I will not sit by as my house dies because my brothers were foolish children fighting a war against themselves with fire and wooden swords."

Jaime stared at her with a new sense of admiration. She certainly had grown. She was not some foolish little girl anymore. She was a woman who knew who she was. She knew and accepted the fact that her brothers had doomed her house. That she was its last true hope. Breena knew what she was, and was wise enough to know how to play into her hands. The image of her sitting there, bargaining with his father was very clear to him now. He imagined she suprised him too.

"I'm sorry Cersei threatened you. I had no idea," he swallowed, unsure of what to say. He imagined the topic of his relationship with his sister would have come up eventually, but he was truly hoping to avoid it.

"It does not matter. I wouldn't be the woman I am today if Cersei hadn't pushed me away from my own family," the Baratheon scoffed and continued walking away from him. It was true. Had she continued to live in King's Landing, if Cersei hadn't pushed her away, she imagine she'd be very different person. She was beyond grateful for the Starks. She vowed that she would one day honor them. She'd have justice for what had been done to them. She just needed the support to do it, and for that, she needed a seat at the table. She needed Storm's End.

"Forgive me for interupting what sounds like a bloody awkward conversation," a voice called out. The pair turned to see Ser Bronn of the Blackwater approaching. "Ser Jaime, Lady Breena," he nodded to them respectfully.

"Ser Bronn," Jaime nodded to him.

"He's asking for you," the former sell sword said looking at the Kingslayer, then to his bride to be. "Both of you."

Breena and Jaime exchanged a knowing look. Tyrion.

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The Arrangement

Part I. Terms and Conditions

Jaime Lannister x OC

MC is Breena Baratheon. The little sister of King Robert and Stannis, the younger twin of Renly. I originally planned to write my Jon Snow story for her first, since I ship her both with Jaime and Jon 🤭 Buuuuut the Jaime story is a lot angstier, and I was in the mood for some angst.

Summary: Tyrion is sent to the wall for the murder of Joffrey. Jaime is released from the King's Gaurd per his agreement with Twyin. Tywin has made an arrangement with Breena so that she will willingly and comfortably marry Jaime. Breena and Jaime come to their own agreement as well.

"I have found you a wife," Tywin declared as he watched his eldest son and heir from across the Hand's chambers. Jaime was uninterested. Fiddling with any small knick knack he could find in his father's office.

"And who might that be?" The Kingslayer asked. His tone was flat and bored. He did not want a wife. Nor children. He did not want Casterly Rock. But these were the sacrifices he made to save his little brother's life. Now here he was, being mated like cattle.

"See for yourself," his father said as he motioned for the guard to open the door. In stepped a young woman with raven hair and eyes of lilac. Her full lips were closed in a line. He knew her. Breena Baratheon. King Robert's little sister. He had not seen her since the trip to Winterfell. Since then, she had been married off and sent to the Vale. She'd squeezed out a babe, and her husband had since died. Luckily for him.

She was beautiful. There was no denying that. Her raven hair was almost darker than the night. She'd inherited the almost hauntingly beautiful Valyarian eyes from her grandmother Rhaelle Targaryen. She had a naturally sweet looking complexion. Though, when she was angry, her face no longer looked so innocent. Such as this moment. She looked as though she wanted to skin Jaime alive.

To make matters more complicated, Cersei despised her. He did not know why. For years, Breena had been the little sister Cersei never had. Then, almost overnight, Breena became her worst enemy.

Breena looked as excited about this arrangement as Jaime did. Her violet eyes looked him over, clearly unimpressed. "Lady Breena," Jaime forced himself to speak, nodding to his intended respectfully.

"Ser Jaime." She replied as she too tipped her head forward at him.

"Lady Breena has agreed to this match under certain conditions," the Hand explained.

"Such as?" Jaime inquired, his eyes not leaving his intended bride. He did not remember her looking so womanly before. It was most likely because she had been hidden beneath layers of warm wool and furs in Winterfell. Robert had sent her North years before. He believed Ned Stark would have been a better example for her than he or his brothers ever could. It was so rare for him and Robert to agree on something.

"Such as Storm's End will be returned to Lady Breena. She will inherit the castle and carry out her duties as Lady of Storm's End from Casterly Rock until she has given you two sons," Tywin went on.

"Two?" He questioned.

"Our firstborn son will be a Lannister and will inherit Casterly Rock after you," Breena spoke up, stepping closer to Jaime. "Our second son will bear the name Baratheon and will inherit Storms End after me." She explained, her chin held high as she laid out her demands. "And I am free to leave Casterly Rock whenever I please after I've given you an heir. If I choose, I can return to Storm's End and remain there as long as I like."

"This sounds like quite the marriage. When can we start?" He asked as sarcasm laced his words. "I imagine you've already agreed to this?" The Kingslayer asked as he turned to face his father. Jaime felt powerless. Trapped like a pet in a cage.

The Hand nodded. "We need to reclaim the Stormlands after we've defeated Stannis Baratheon," he said as he nodded to their solution standing just before them.

"How do you know we can trust her? That she won't betray us?" Jaime asked.

"Because we'll have her son," Tywin said simply, his deep voice almost threatening as his eyes watched the Baratheon woman before him.

"And I'll have yours," Breena reminded Jaime, her arms folding across her chest as her violet eyes darkened.

The new Lord of Casterly Rock stared in silence. He was surprised she would use her child as a weapon against him. This was certainly no longer that innocent girl from Winterfell, he thought.

"You'll be married in a fortnight. I suggest you get to know one another," Tywin dismissed them.

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And here's a tease of some of the pairings for the fics to come, cause who doesn't like a juicy ship?? 😏

Luella Lannister x Robb Stark

Lyarra Snow x Theon Greyjoy

Anea Arryn x Oberyn Martell

Breena Baratheon x Jon Snow

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Here's a list of my muses that I'll soon be writing about! Stay tuned to learn more about these hot babes of Westeros!

Luella Lannister: the daughter of Tygett Lannister

Lyarra Snow: bastard of Brandon Stark

Anea Arryn: daughter of Elbert Arryn

And Breena Baratheon: youngest child of Steffon and Cassana Baratheon, the younger sister of Robert, Stannis, and Renly