King Aegon decided that his party would travel north by ship. It took three ships to carry everyone and all their things. To Arya's relief, one of the Captains had a very pretty daughter and Aegon decided he would take his cabin on her ship and his bride could travel in one of the other vessels. The morning they set sail, Jaime and Arya stayed on deck until the the ships were far enough apart from each other that Aegon could no longer see them clearly.

Arya turned to Jaime with half a smile on her face. "I still have my dagger." She said. Aegon had taken her sword on the ship with him but he was unaware of the dagger Arya had been able to keep hidden all this time. "How far do you think it is from here to the mast?"

"Maybe thirty feet." Jaime answered.

She lifted her dress and took the dagger from her calf. "Know anything about throwing knives?"

"A little." He said. He'd had a least some training with most conventional weapons. "Though it's hardly worth throwing a knife most of the time. It usually makes more sense to get close enough for stabbing."

She passed him the blade. "There's little else to do on this boat. Try and hit the mast. Then I'll try."

He gave her a look. "With my left hand?"

"I'll use my off hand too." She offered.

They spent the greater part of the day practicing with the knife. No one of the crew tried to stop them and the three members of kingsguard who travelled with them were occupying themselves with a tournament of cyvasse. The ship was filled with furnishings and supplies for Winterfell rather than an abundance of people and it gave Arya more freedom than she had known in months. They knew that when the month was up, Aegon would expect to hear from the kingsguard all about how miserable his bride had been and their safety depended on making everyone, especially the king, believe that they hated each other. Truthfully, it was an easy act. She complained loudly whenever she was in the presence of the other guards and she openly argued with Jaime for all to hear. They both enjoyed the banter and the wit required to play their roles. By night though, locked in their cabin with Jaime sleeping by the door as he had been ordered to do, the act came to an end and there was only silence.

At length they came to the end of their journey by ship and the contents of the ships were loaded onto wagons and the people were mounted on horseback. Aegon rode alongside Arya and Jaime followed with several other guards. The first night that they made camp was filled with dread for Arya. Aegon hadn't taken her since that night in the capitol when Jaime had hugged her. The king would want her again this night and the thought of it made her want to wretch. The tents were set up, the meal eaten and half of the guards dismissed for the night.

"I have missed you my love and this journey had been wearying. Lannister, come guard your queen. I shall not be staying with her for long and she musn't be left alone." Aegon said.

Aegon, truly didn't stay for long. He rutted inside her, spilling his seed, and left again without so much as a word to either of them. Jaime saw nothing, but heard it all as before. He struggled to remove his armor afterwards but Arya stayed hidden under the blankets and made no move to help him with it as she had done all the other nights thus far.

"Arya?" He went to the bedside and flipped back the covers enough to see her eyes. "What can I do to help?"

She grabbed the covers and pulled the back over her head. "Go away."

"I can't go away. You know that."

"Just. Go. Away." She said again.

He did. He went back to his cot and slept in his armor for the first time in years.