“What is this?” Your tone was full of amusement and merriment, eyes scanning the letter so deftly tucked beneath a stack of books.
Jamie froze, half-torn between lying and tearing the letter away from you. In the end, he did nothing, staring blankly at the red insignia of a lion imprinted on the wax.
Your expression sobered quickly as you read the signature near the bottom of the letter. You fixed him with an accusatory glare, clenching the thin paper in your right hand as you addressed him. “Cersei.”
He approached you cautiously, holding his hands out as a sign of surrender, reaching for the letter contained in your hands.
You quickly pulled it out of his grasp. “You said you cut off all communication with her. You lied to me.”
“I did!” He defended. “I told her to leave us be, but she’s my sister, she’s family. I can’t just disappear without a word!”
“Is she more? Is she more than family to you?” You demanded. You’d never heeded the rumors, believing him when he told you that she was his past and you were his future. But some part of you had always wondered if the whispers about your husband were true. The conflicted expression he wore seemed to disturbingly push you towards the truth.
“Y/N…” he warned lowly, drawing closer and again reaching for the letter, this time a bit more insistently. “Give it here.”
“No,” you asserted, again moving out of his grasp, “answer the question!”
Jamie’s expression was cold, defensive, and so unlike how you’d ever seen him. “I told you to ignore those rumors.”
“Is that all they are? Rumors?” Your upper lip trembled, but you kept your expression as neutral as you could manage.
His silence betrayed him.
Your firm exterior crumbled. You took a step back, and then two, and then three. You clasped a hand over your mouth, breathing stuttering and trembling. Your back collided with the wall, and you let the letter finally tumble from your grasp. Your eyes watered, and your chest squeezed painfully. “I feel sick.” You sunk lower, back pressed to the wall, hitting the floor and pulling your knees up to your chest.
Jamie finally snapped into action, sliding down onto his knees and drawing close to you, desperation clear in his body language. He reached to cup your cheek, dismayed when you pulled away. “Hey. Hey. It doesn’t mean anything, I’m still here, I married you, I want to spend the rest of my life with you!” He spluttered promises like a drunk spluttered lies.
You pushed him away, grasping for the traitorous letter and thrusting it at him. “You don’t understand Jamie. This,” you gestured between the two of you. “This won’t work, this can’t work anymore.” You held up your hands to keep him at bay. “This was all built on a lie! You were never running with me, you were always running from her!” You scrambled to your feet, tears spilling onto your cheeks. “I never want to see you again!”You snarled at him, hiding your hurt in anguish.
Jamie watched as you disappeared from your home, and disappear from his life. All he could do was stare.
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