|How It Actually Happened||
My hands are raw, bleeding against the rock. It hurts me, but I move even faster, venturing further towards the voices and the gasps of pain. Suddenly my foot slips, I nearly cry out. Fingers tightening around the ledge, I grapple blindly for a foothold, the distance between me and the ground an all-too-lethal threat. Then I feel the cold rock skimming my bare toes, and I breath out in relief. Farther along and the voices grow in volume, but the shrieks seem now more of excitement than of fear. The corner nears me, and I poke my head around the side. My throat constricts, mouth dry as I gasp, shocked. It is the queen, nearly bare, her legs curled around the waist of a man whose back is to me. Her eyes are tightly closed, moans of pleasure just barely passing through her lips as she runs her hands over his smooth chest. The man shifts his stance, his face no longer concealed. The blonde locks that grace his thin face curl perfectly around his ears and down his neck. His tongue runs over his lips, blue eyes flaring as another wave of ecstasy hits him. ‘Jaime Lannister,’ I breathe. Not the king. Not even a relation of the king. But rather the queen’s own brother, a cocky lord of the Westeros. Suddenly the woman screams, one of her long fingers gesturing furiously in my direction. I move back behind the wall, but her brother her too quick. I feel fingers curling around my collar, and I screech in fear. But it’s no use. I am dragged back to the window, my fingers bleeding beneath the nails as I try to keep my balance. Jaime looks at me curiously, ignoring the queen’s incessant cries of “He saw us! He saw us!” My chest tightens; I can barely breathe. Power emanates from the man’s mere presence and, though I am shameful to admit it, I greatly fear him. Jaime grasps my shirt collar tightly and pulls me towards him, and for a moment my hope returns. He sighs, looking at me sadly. Turning to the queen, he smiles. “Ah, the things I do for love.” Then a force catches me against the chest, and suddenly I’m screaming, falling. The air whips past me and I grapple for something, anything to hold on to, but it’s no use. I’m too late. I hear the queen’s voice above me, shouting furiously at her brother, but her words are lost in the wind that beats viciously against my skin. I glance down, and that’s when I hit, a scream of agony caught in my throat. My vision suddenly explodes, no less than a dozen colors invading my eyes and then everything is black. Darkness pushes down on my skull, drowning everything out until it all disappears. I am alone. And then there is nothing.