Never Trust a Lion // Drabble
Her walnut hues scanned him. Trying to take in why he was here. Ser Jaime Lannister, Lord Commander of the King’s Guard. The one man in Westeros whom she hated the most. Granted he was the brother of Cersei and she had the Great Sept of Baelor destroyed by Wildfire that took her family from here, but Isabella still held him accountable for his sister's actions. ”I would like to see him. Please.” The lion spoke as his voice was soft. Daemon Targaryen was the one thing left from his daughter, Myrcella. Isabella did not want this man anywhere near Daemon. It was his own son that took from her the child she grew in her womb for one month. The child she was going to have with Aegon. Now, here stood the man who fathered that vile creature that took it all from her. She did not see what Aegon saw in this man that caused him to trust the Lion, but Isabella was not going to trust him as far as she could throw him. She already lost everyone she loved to the Lannister’s, and she was not about to lose her son to them as well. Yes, Jaime bent the knee in front of Aegon, Lancel, Jace, and her that night he arrived in Dragonstone with Tyrion, but Isabella wondered why he did this. His sister still had supporters in Westeros even though she was dead from the Sack.
She began to circle the Lion, sizing him up. As if the hunter was now the hunted. What was his motive? Tyrion Lannister served the Dragon Queen, Daenerys Targaryen, but now he had also bent the knee to Aegon as well that same night Jaime did with the other members that were in Daenerys’ council as they all recognized Aegon as the true King of Westeros. “Isabella….if I may.” Jaime began as she stopped in front of him. Her arms crossed in front of her chest as she stared down her nose at him. “I know you have hatred towards my sister for what pain she has put you through, but Isabella I did not help her orchestrate this plan nor did I know what her plans were. If I had known she planned to blow up the Sept with every member of House Tyrell in there I would have stopped her. ” He said as Isabella listened to him. All she heard was words. “Your sister was a sweet woman and I was saddened to hear of her untimely demise along with your father and brother. However, I can assure you that I mean no harm to you, Aegon or Daemon.” Jaime said as he looked at her. He stepped towards Isabella as she stepped backwards. Arms still crossed as she raised an eyebrow.
“I do not see what Aegon sees in you for you to have his trust. I know he does not trust easily, but I know that he has to see something worthy within you for him to trust you. I on the other hand hold a grudge against any Lannister. Your brother I do not consider a Lannister due to his Targaryen loyalty. If your sister and that usurper of a son you had did not take everything from me I might be a bit more inclined to trust you.” She snapped at him as he was a bit taken back by her words. “My son? How does Joffrey play into what my sister has done to you?” Jaime asked, wondering why she brought up his first born child. The one she wished she had poisoned. The one she wanted to have killed.
“What has your son done? Your son was the first Lannister to take from not only myself but from Aegon the one thing I wish I had today; our child.” She growled as she stepped towards him. “Nobody was to have known about this because I would have been the one your sister would have pointed the finger at for his death. The death that now I wish I had seen through, but I would not have used poison.” Isabella growled as she walked towards him as he walked backwards. “Your son first raped me the night before his wedding to Margaery. He had a few too many drinks at the pre wedding ceremony that night. Do you not remember? He tried to get handsy with Sansa Stark. Remember?” She asked Jaime as he nods his head. “Well, instead of going to his chambers he found his way into mine, Ser Jaime.” Isabella said as she shook her head. “I remember laying there in bed only to be awoken by the creak of the door. The next thing I remember is his naked frame above mine fighting to tear the only fabric I had on from my frame but he failed. So he ended up pulling it up from my body. Exposing every inch of my flesh to his eyes. I can still see that sadistic smile on his face when I close my eyes. I also can still see everything that he did that caused me agony. Every ounce of torture that I endured he considered it gratification. I screamed because it hurt and I wanted it to stop, but my screams apparently fueled his desires to keep going to cause more pain. I was pinned to the bed like a common whore! His hand was gripped around my throat at one point! I can still hear the sounds he made. The grunts and the groans that came from his throat as he enjoyed torturing me as I laid there bleeding! I can feel his breath on his neck as he had his head on my shoulder to rest it there as he was hovering over me because his arms were giving out from being on top! The struggle to breathe from his hand wrapped around my throat at one point was too much causing me to pass out.” Isabella said loudly as she walked towards him. “Do you think I wanted this to happen? Do you think for one second that I enjoyed the pain he inflicted upon me?! Because I didn’t. I tried to fight my way through it and get him off of me so I could escape! But, I could not escape until after. I had to suffer through it all. Everything he did fueled my desire to kill him, but I didn’t.”
Isabella turned walking over to the desk as she stood there. The anger built within her as she spoke of this. Her hands gripped the desk as the color drained from her knuckles. From a dark red to white from how hard she was gripping onto the desk to keep from attacking him. “I was finally able to get away once he had his fill of me. Once I had awakened from passing out to see his naked body on his side in my bed beside me. I saw this as an opportunity to escape my chambers to my guards chambers, and when I told him what had happened he wanted to kill Joffrey then, but he didn’t. He went to my grandmother. She was the one who poisoned your son. It was because of what he did that caused your son to be killed. But what happened after the wedding that a part of me wished he had lived to see another day because the last thing he would have seen was the smile on my face as I drove that Valyrian steel dagger through his chest. Over and over again until every ounce of blood that was in his body covered the stone floor.” Isabella turned on her heels looking at the Lion. His face washed of any trace of color he had to hear her speaking of his son in such a manner. Who would have thought that Joffrey was capable of such things? Jaime did not.
“That night after the wedding I had a sharp pain in my side radiating through my stomach. The blood began to hit the floor from between my legs. I was miscarrying my child. Mine and Aegon’s.” She began as her arms fell to her side as her hands clenched into two fists. “AEGON DID NOT KNOW UNTIL THE OTHER DAY AFTER YOUR ARRIVAL THAT I WAS WITH CHILD! I NEED HAD THE F***ING CHANCE TO TELL HIM HE WAS TO BE A FATHER! YOUR GOD FORSAKEN EXCUSE FOR A SON TOOK THAT JOY FROM US! THE EXCITEMENT I WISHED TO HAVE SEEN WHEN I TOLD AEGON WE WERE WITH CHILD WAS STRIPPED FROM ME!” Isabella’s voice rose as it sounded almost like a dragon screeching. The scream pierced throughout the room causing the doors behind Jaime to open as she saw two guards poke their heads in. “YOUR FAMILY HAS TAKEN EVERYTHING FROM ME!” She screamed at him. Jaime looked down as he did not know what to say in this moment to calm her down. She was right, his sister and now his son took her family and a child from her and Aegon. He was still appalled by his son's actions towards Isabella. Just the words alone of what happened caused a shiver to his core. He could not imagine what pain she endured. His eyes turned towards the floor as she looked at him. “Daemon is the one good thing out of all of this. I was given that chance to be a mother to a child that was taken from me by your son. Aegon was robbed of being told he was going to be a father by me. But he was blessed with the birth of his son with your daughter. If it was not for my decision in what happened you would not have your grandson nor your daughter. I was the one who chose to have the baby live. If it had not been for that choice they would have both been in the ground or burned in a pyre.” Her eyes narrowed in on him as he was getting uncomfortable. Isabella could sense this as she looked at him.
“Yes, Daemon may be of Myrcella’s blood, but he is my son. Mine and Aegon’s. Daemon will be raised to know that I am his mother and that I love him. Unconditionally. But he will also be raised to know who Myrcella was. That she was his mother and that she loved him as well. We want him to know that. We want him to know who she was.” Isabella said, looking at him. “If you even think that I will trust you now then you are wrong. I will only trust you for as far as I can throw you. Which right now is not even that far.” Isabella looked at him as she crossed her arms. “I will never trust a lion.” She said as she walked past him out of the room. Leaving him in his own thoughts of what just happened.