The Secret Castle Meeting
[Game of Thrones fanfic]
Violet waited in the cove until well past midnight when everyone was asleep in the castle. She silently crept through the secret passageways that only a few knew about, but her father had been a workman in the dungeons, and he had shown her. A moan came from one of the cells, and Violet shivered under her thick cloak. Of course there would be prisoners; there were always prisoners on King’s Landing.
As her eyes adjusted to the pitch black, a faint light glowed ahead, near one of the largest dragon skeletons. Violet’s heart raced, as she realized her beloved had indeed kept his word. She rushed up to meet him, so excited to see his beautiful face aglow in the candlelight.
“Jaime,” Violet whispered. “You’re here!”
“Of course I am, my darling.” Jaime placed the candle in the dragon’s wide mouth, then turned and embraced her. “Where else would I be but by your side? Especially on the eve of Saint Valentine’s Night.”
“I love you so much it feels like a dream,” Violet confessed. “But what of your sister? She’ll never let you go.”
Jaime kissed Violet, at first gently and then passionately. “We will be together!” he swore. “Cersei will not run my life any longer. She’s an evil witch, making me take the blame for poor Brandon Stark’s fall all these years. Did you know she pushed him from the window ledge herself?”
“Cersei pushed him?” Violet gasped. “But everyone thinks you did it!”
“I know!” Jaime grasped her shoulders. “Sorry about my golden hand. I’m still not used to being a cripple.”
Violet caressed his prosthetic hand. “You’re no cripple. You have a larger heart, a more generous soul than anyone in Westeros.”
“Violet, say you’ll be my Valentine from this day forward, mine and mine alone,” Jaime said. “And I promise you I will find a way for us to leave this wretched place and be with each other in the sunshine. We’ll sail to the free cities and live as we please.”
“I will, my love. I’m yours. And you shall be mine!” Violet hugged him tight. “But I should go home to mum now.”
Jaime nodded and picked up his candle. Violet blew him a kiss and made her way back through the secret passageways to the cove.
When she emerged in the moonlight, a man detached himself from the shadows of the rocks. “Who are you?” Violet asked.
“Sweet Violet, I have a message for you from Her Grace, Queen Cersei,” the man said. And he pulled a long, glittering knife from his cloak.