Being a princess could be very, very fun.

Especially when your secret lover was the Kingslayer himself. Jaime was always around you, hardly ever away.

You both would sneak around in the night. Sneaking in and out of each other's chambers and quarters to see each other. While your father remained none the wiser.

You were certain some people knew. No secrets could he kept in the Red Keep, or King's Landing in general. But did you care? Not at all.

If anyone tried to out your little secret, you knew Jaime would have their tongue. Or their head. Or anything that worked to silence whoever dared to speak ill of his princess.

He was just lovely to be with. Jaime had been in the Kingsguard for years, he knew you were trouble and needed a somewhat firm hand to guide you in place. He would gladly be that firm hand if necessary.

But tonight, Jaime accepted a little act of rebellion from you.

You had the brilliant idea to sneak into the throne room after dark, in the hour of the wolf, to spend time with your lover.

So now, you were sat upon his lap on the Iron Throne itself. The one place you should not be sat. It was reserved for your father, after all. The pair of you giggling like lovestruck fools over anything and everything.

"You know we could get in quite a bit of trouble by being out here, princess." Jaime murmured with a smile, pressing a light kiss to your shoulder.

"Well I don't really care, now do I?" You giggled again, nudging your head against his. You lightly smacked his face back and forth between your palms but he didn't care, he was smitten. "And there are much riskier places we could be."

"I suppose you don't. But I think I can have you wherever I want- there, the throne, anywhere. As long as my princess will have me." He smiled up at you, letting you smack him around some more, it was childish he thought, but it was still you doing it.

Sneaking around with the Kingslayer was also very, very fun.