Being a Stark was very difficult for lots of reasons.

Your father was accused and beheaded for treason, your mother and brother are dead and you haven't seen your sisters in god knows how long. You are now the eldest heir of Winterfell, if you could even call it Winterfell now. It was so.. different from how it was when you were a child.

Now, you are in charge of the north's rebellion against Cersei, and you have just the thing she wants.

Jaime.

Before your brother was murdered, he captured Jaime and kept him as prisoner. Now, he was yours.

You had met Jaime before, a long time ago. Before he was sworn to the Kings Guard and before his KingSlayer title. You were both young and.. reckless.

Yes, there was a short period of time where you two were lovers, but it was so long ago. So much has changed since then, you had changed.

You were so sweet, now you're so.. bitter. How could you not be? Jaime had practically killed everyone you ever loved. It was his fault. And you let him know it.

The only food left for him would be scraps that the horses had left and make him wear rags that still somehow made him look handsome. But it never felt like enough.

You didn't want to hurt him, of course you didn't. There was still some part of you that.. felt things for him. But, you let your anger get the best of you. You'd let the guards torment him every night, while you watched.

You knew it was wrong and sadistic to have him beat. But, gods, after everything he put you through.. How could you not let it happen?

Tonight was different. His groans and grunts had signaled that the beating had started. You stood outside his cage, looking down at him in silence.

Until Jaime spoke.

"Lady.. Please.. Don't do this.. I.. Please.." He whimpers, looking up at you the same way he used to.

Part of you felt terrible, but the other part wanted him to feel the pain you felt so desperately. The begging had only gotten worse as you stood there, starting to cut deep.

"It.. It was never.. me.. you.. I would have.. never..I love you.."