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Some of you may remember me, in that case, please don't hit me! The reason why I deleted this story was because I could not stand the couple of first chapters anymore. It was eating me alive, everytime I thought about updating a chapter, I told myself that I needed to rewrite the first chapters first... And that is what I did. I admit that I should not have deleted the story, perhap's I'll never get as much favourites, follows and reviews back but... I'm here and I'm happy to be here again! I hope that you won't be angry at mefor long because the story has taken a better shape! (well, I hope so..) As soon as I regain some follows and favs and reviews, I'll start posting the chapters again, I have a lot of chapters waiting! Oh, and as some of you may know, I'm not a native speaker, so there will be some mistakes in my fic, please point them out. So conclusion, reviews, favourites and follows are welcomed (as always) and enjoy!

"And we've brought you Jaime Lannister, in irons. Riverrun is free again, Father."

He could not believe it. He could not believe how a stupid little mistake could have made so much trouble, he was so disappointed with himself, how could you, The Lion of the House Lannister, loose that battle? He had often asked himself. If he had been a little bit more careful, he would have seen them trapping him from behind. Damn them, he thought. He had started this little war for his brother and now he was being captured by his foes.

Jaime was led to a sort of cage by three northern warriors after his conversation with Robb and his lady mother. Once he arrived, he saw hundreds of people standing there, commoners who came on the battlefield to somehow help, cooks, warriors, maesters, healers... And all these people stood there, with smug looks on their repulsive face, as if they had captured the Golden Knight themselves. Jaime scoffed at that thought. There were a few people who were not smiling, they were watching him with their lips pursed, and their eyebrows frowning. Jaime's gaze landed on a tall young girl among these people, an expression of shock was plastered on her face and as soon as she noticed his eyes on her face, she composed herself and watched Catelyn instead.

"Get him a cage," came Robb Stark's cheerful voice from behind Jaime. The order directed to the warriors who were holding him.

"Robb, I know that this man is our hostage and that he doesn't deserve our hospitality, but he has many wounds and he must remain healthy until we arrive at Kings Landing, I think that we should have a healer tending to him", Catelyn said. "Lady Ava, could you guide him to your tent and treat his wounds?"

The lady who was asked a favor was the one Jaime was watching the moment before Robb spoke, she seemed familiar, yet the knight could not put a name on her face. She took a step forward and nodded her head, an eyebrow raised at Catelyn questioningly. Lady Stark approached the young girl and said something that only they could hear.

The healer nodded again, curtsied to the King in the North and the Queen regent. Her gaze finally landed on Jaime Lannister before she turned away and began walking towards the opposite direction he came from. When they arrived in front of her tent, one of the three guards said "My Lady, we will wait outside, if there is any problem, call us," she nodded smiling slightly, and the ugly man looked at Jaime before adding with a stupid smirk "but the Kingslayer will behave, there should not be any problem."

Jaime only let his jaw tighten when he entered, he did not want these silly Northerners seeing that anything could affect him. He walked a few steps before reaching a bed, certainly the healer's.

"Could you sit on the bed, ser?" she asked in a low voice.

"Ser?" Jaime asked sitting on the bed. "What a polite young lady, nothing stops you from calling me Kingslayer you know." He raised his chained wrists in front of him "My hands are tied."

"I'm not only polite ser, I'm smart as well" she said with a beginning of a smirk "and I know better than angering the best swordsman in the Seven Kingdoms."

He resisted the urge to tell her that the epithet did not stir any reaction in him and he only grinned. She came near him with some small pots filled with herbal cures, the smell was strong but not unpleasant. She watched him closely, observing his cuts and began to slowly wash the blood off of his face. Ava was often told that she was not very gentle during her inspections, because she was used to work fast since wounds caused by weapons could be deadly, but this time, she tried to take her time and fix the cut on his forehead as gently as possible, being a little bit anxious. As her hands moved over his face, she explained what she was doing to him, what kind of plant she was using, how it would stop the infection from spreading and how the wound was going to stay closed thanks to the cloth she was pressing on it. Jaime was not listening, no, he could not stop looking at her moving lips. Her lips were pouty red, they were a bit small, but he decided that he liked them. Cersei, he thought. Every time he thought about another woman's beauty he forced himself to remember his twin's name, instantly forgetting any impure thought he might have had.

"I have finished. Have you got another wound or does it hurt somewhere ser?" she asked nicely.

"I have another cut. On the leg, near the cock" he said rather indifferently.

He understood that his choice of words had shocked her because of the light red on her cheeks, he would have been a bit embarrassed himself for using this word in front of a lady, but her evident embarrassment was an amusing sight. Might as well tease the girl a little, for the days to come won't be as fun... he thought. The girl tried to take his trousers off but had not the strenght to lift him, he was too heavy.

"Could you please stand up," she said in an irritated voice, a frown on her face.

He stood, smirking, and for a moment he noticed how small she was in front of him even if she had appeared to be tall earlier in the field, he could have easily been a foot taller than her. She seemed to be only two inches smaller than his sister. Cersei, he had to remind himself again. As he watched her, he tried to dig in his memory and recall if he had already seen her or if it was a trick of his imagination. She bent down to remove his breeches and when she was finished with her task he sat again. She was looking at the cut a frown on her face, there was a problem.

"Ser, you will have to... well, push your smallclothes aside because I will have to see the whole cut," she struggled with her words.

"Oh I can take them off if it is better" he said with amusement shining in his eyes. "It doesn't bother me if you see me."

"Well, it bothers me," she said quickely before noticing his lips curving upwards. This caused her to become slightly angry, so she imagined slapping him, and she was relieved to see that it gave her the satisfaction she needed to calm herself. "Stay covered. There, you can use this sheet if it is better." she ordered him before turning her back to him.

"You can turn, young girl."

She did not comment on the way he had addressed her and cleaned his leg which was covered in blood. She used two little pots with healing cream in it once more, and she explained the powers of the creams she had made while applying some to his leg. It was a habit now to heal superficial wounds for her, there was nothing new but she still felt her hands shaking a little when she applied the products because of how close his cut was to his manhood, but she tried to think about something else while she was accomplishing her task.

He suddenly caught her hands with his tied ones and got her closer to him. He laughed at her startled expression and at her embarrassement -probably due to their proximity. But as much as Jaime enjoyed the sight, this was not the reason why he had done that. He had an escape plan.

"Let go of me!" She spoke rather loudly, damn it, he had thought that she would remain quiet with the shock! "Let me go or I call the gu-" she couldn't even finish her sentence when he abruptly kissed her. That was the only idea he had to silence her, but he could not deny that it felt good. Cersei, he reminded himself. She turned her head abruptly to the side, trying to catch her breath. "Please, stop!" she said.

But it was too late for his plan. The guards invaded the tent, they stood near the opening watching carefully as Jaime let go of the healer's hand very slowly. He sighed, closing his eyes in frustration, but he had to look at the blushing lady in front of him, he leaned forward whispering seductively in her ear "I know it was your first kiss."

Jaime pulled his breeches up under the guards gaze, chuckled at the healer's confused expression and he stood up. "You will never forget me then, my lady."

He walked away with a small smile and said "I hope to see you soon, dear!"

When Jaime Lannister left with the guards and she was alone in her tent, she softly touched her lips. She felt strangely emotional: a bit of anger, a bit of sadness... It was all so confusing. She had always wanted her first kiss to be delivered to her by the love of her life, her husband. She sighed, I guess it did not happen the way I had expected it then, but the arrogant knight was right, she knew that she would not forget her first kiss nor man that gave her.