When you fell in love with Jaime, the love had been happy and pure, if only life was willing to let everything be that way. Your feelings had been requited but with his sister around, you both knew that being openly in a relationship was signing your death sentence. You loved him too much to lose him to Cersei and accepted keeping your love in the shadows. It wasn't ideal sneaking around to steal a moment with him, but you made it work, well at least until the sickness set in.

Over a year after you had started sneaking around together, you had begun to feel unwell and with it last for several weeks, you knew you had no choice but to visit the Maester. Grand Maester Pycelle saw you and told you what affliction ailed you, one that you hadn't suspected. As soon as he told you, you knew you had to tell Jaime at once. You snuck a letter under his chamber door to meet you in your normal meeting spot, which was an old chamber far down the corridors of the palace that never got used, other than by the two of you.

At the time you asked him to meet, he appeared as if out of nowhere, closing the door silently behind him.

"What is wrong?" He asked, having never received a letter from you to ask to see him with such haste.

"I have some news," you whispered.

His expression dropped, his face paling.

"Does someone know about us?"

You shook your head. "It may be worse, I'm afraid. I'm pregnant."

The two of you stood in silence for a moment before he fell into the chair in the corner of the room.

"Oh god, I need a drink," he muttered, pouring himself a glass of wine from the decanter he had snuck in for the two of you to share from during your rendezvous.

"So do I," you sighed.

He shot you a warning look. He may not know what to do about you being pregnant, but he knew that you shouldn't be drinking alcohol.

"She will kill me and the baby for sure," you whispered. "She would never let either of us live if she knew this was our child."

Jaime could see the tears welling in your eyes. He discarded his glass onto the table and made his way over to hold you in a warm and secure embrace.

"We will figure this out," he said. "Do not fret. I will keep you safe. Keep you both safe."

With a gentle kiss to your forehead, the two of you fell into silence again, the news holding itself in the fear and anxiety it brought.

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Written by Charlotte.