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It is a distressing, maddening world we live in

Chapter 2: A serious complication

Summary:

The abduction is not a failure after all. It is not to everyone's taste

Notes:

aaaaahhhh, here's another one because it was too much fun and I couldn't stop myself ^^

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Chapter Text

When he got to the holdfast, it was already pretty dark. The only sign of the keep was the candle kept alight on the windowsill of the main room. Looking around, he saw only a wild forest and heard only the sounds of nocturnal creatures. No human presence anywhere around him.

It worked to his advantage for he didn’t want to be seen while talking to two sellswords. Or seen killing those same stupid sellswords if the need arose. His anger at the wedding was still coursing through his veins, his mood incandescent with outrage. He may need some relief in the form of a sword fight.

He attached the reins of his horse near the reins of the sellswords’ beasts. The keep’s stable was good enough for the time being. Observing the sellswords’ horses, he saw that they looked healthy enough and could fetch a good price if sold. It would be a small consolation after the loss of his love. Yet, the price of the soon-to-be-dead men’s horses could fetch him a pretty necklace for her. It would be nothing near the devastation of her sacrifice but she may appreciate that he thought of her. And didn’t these men deserve to pay with their lives for their failure to save hers?

His long dark cloak covered his bright clothes as he entered the warm main chamber of the holdfast. His face was also obscured by his cloak’s hood and a full-face mask. Still, the old abandoned keep was so far from the roads that the sellswords knew that only their employer would know of it and did not show any fear. What an error to make for Jaime was furious.

Before they had the chance to speak, he rounded on them, “What kind of oafs cannot kidnap a simple Lady from her wheelhouse!”

The two sellswords frowned at him, “M’Lord! We-” one of them began to utter but Jaime just didn’t let him finish.

“I gave you everything you needed to know! The time, the place, she was accompanied by two ladies-in-waiting and two soldiers. If you had attacked on the bridge I described to you, you could have easily fought the soldiers and…”

“M’Lord! We dn’t und’rstand! We bring the Lady here as you ask’d!” said the other sellsword with alarm and not a little anger.

“What did you just say?” Jaime stopped in place, frowning at the two men in turn. “It is not possible, I saw her before coming to see you!”

All three of them turned to look at the door containing the only other room of the keep. The room which was supposed to house Cersei before Jaime’s arrival. Jaime stroked the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes nearly shut, trying to make sense of the facts.

“I paid you to kidnap a blond woman,” he began with a seemingly calm voice.

“She was a blond... woman, M’Lord,” answered one of them with a nod.

“I told you that this Lady’s wheelhouse would be on the bridge between Casterly Rock and Lannisport at midday,” he hissed, feeling his anger growing by the moment.

The sellswords frowned at him, “And that’s the woman we got, as you order’d.” Jaime wanted to scream with rage. The cullions had taken the wrong woman! What could he do now? What he will do with this unwilling and unwanted woman?! How could he get away from that situation?

“We shou’d ta’k about the money, mi Lord. It was harder that what you said! You don’t warn us abo’t the Lady! We shou’d get more money for the task you gave us.” Jaime smiled coldly at them. He will pay them alright. He had to take care of the woman first. Then he will take care of those two cullions who had the guts to try to ask for more money when they failed their task so monumentally. Cersei was paying the price as they spoke. An unknown woman was kidnapped for nothing as they spoke. Jaime will send her away with some dragons and a horse, then he would repay those idiots with steel.

He approached the door and opened it slowly, still frowning at the sellswords who watched him back with a curious expression. He began to talk, to try to explain the mistake and hope the woman was reasonable. If not, Lannister money was always a great motivator. “My Lady, I am sorry for the inconvenience-”

As Jaime turned his head to look at the prisoner, he got punched in the face. The impact was so strong and so unexpected that he went down like a felled tree. As he moaned in pain and his head swam with debilitating pain, he heard a low growl just above his head. His blurred vision could only register a giant with blue eyes and blond hair when he got punched again and everything went black.

Notes:

Here's another one, because they keep coming with pleasure and why not?

Let's be honest, it won't happen again lol