Jaime

He lifts his good hand to brush the irritating strand of hair from his eyes. He looks over the training ground, watching all the squires and newly made knights train. His eyes focus on Brienne. He grins, watching one of the squires approaches her with his tourney sword pointing straight up into the sky and his back hunched, hiding behind it as if it were a shield, obviously reluctant to fight her. He grins and leans against the tree, watching her take a swing at the boy. He instantly ducks and falls onto the floor as his tourney sword was ripped from his as she hit it with full force. Jaime's grin widens as the squire puts up both his hands and brings his knees to his chest and starts to shout

"I yield! Mercy!"

But Brienne keeps hitting him with the flat of her blade. Jaime starts towards her, the boy still screaming

"I Yield women! Let me go!"

He grabs her firmly by the shoulder and pulls her from the boy. She turns around with fury in her bright blue eyes, but they seem to soften with a strange emotion when she sees it was Jaime, though her tone certainly doesn't

"What do you think you're doing?"

She stared at him, which made Jaime feel uncomfortable wanting feelings in his chest, but why he couldn't say. He frowns at her

"Stopping you from flattening the poor boy!" he realises his hand is still rested on her shoulder; he quickly removes it and rests it on his useless swords hilt. She looks back at the boy, who was being helped up by another squire, guilt and shame crossed her face, but only for a second, she composes herself and returns her gaze to Jaime. She scowls at him and he lifts his eyebrow as he studies her homely face. When he looks back into her eyes, he can see some unnameable emotions, and some nameable ones. Something was bothering her, he frowns softly "Brienne, What's wrong?"

She looks away, pretending to focus on a passing bird.

"No, Jaime, Nothing"

She begins to mess subconsciously with her swords hilt. "Brienne..."

"There is nothing wrong Jaime... I'm fine"

She gives him a stubborn stare and he knew better than to persist, so he just nods and sighs softly. He runs his hand through his hair why will she not tell me? What secret could the wench hold that she cannot share? She looks relieved he has let it go and nods her head low

"Can I be excused Ser Jaime?"

He smirks at the word "Ser"

"You only call me that when you are angry with me or we are with company, what have I done to anger you wench"

She scowls at the word.

"My name is-"

"Brienne, Yes I know"

he holds up his golden hand and his real one

"It wasn't an insult thou amazing Brienne, It was simply a jest to lighten your mood"

She studies his face, her eyes rest on his

"May I go kingslayer?"

She imitates his jest perfectly, He can't help but laugh

"As long as you don't go flattening that poor boy again"

She gives him a weak smile and turns on her heel, going back towards the castle. Jaime sighs and runs his hands though his hair once again.