He had fallen for you hard.

He knew he shouldn't have- Gods, he shouldn't have.

But he couldn't resist.

After months of sneaking around, stolen glances, hidden kisses and touches... he wanted more.

Jaime wanted to marry you.

You both knew that he was bound by oath. But he had broken his oath before, and he would break it again just for you.

His love. His lady.

So, under the cover of moonlight, in hidden ruins far away, he had convinced a septon to marry you both. The ceremony was quiet, and traditional. Jaime had cloaked you, though in his white cloak, and not one with the Lannister sigil.

The septon tied your hands together, as all marriages under the Seven had been done before.

"Look upon each other and say the words." The septon instructed.

You and Jaime looked in each other's eyes, and spoke your vows.

"Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger..." You both spoke simultaneously, your cheeks heating up .

"I am hers and she is mine."

"I am his and he is mine."

"From this day until the end of my days." Your words and Jaime's blended together perfectly. As if you were the only two people in Westeros. Or perhaps the world.

"With this kiss, I pledge my love." Jaime murmured, his hand cupping your cheek. There was no one to announce it to. Maybe it was for the sake of tradition, or maybe out of love. But his lips pressed against yours. The septon taking that as his cue to leave.

You both parted, his forehead resting against yours.

You were now his wife, even if it was a secret.