An hour or so later, the sun was beginning to rise. No doubt that soon the King of the North would find out that his hostage needed for gaining leverage against the Lannister family was missing. At this time the Kingslayer was just trying to get under her skin, making rude comments or blunt insults. Not that she mattered. She'd been treated like that before, by other men mostly. Having the most 'dangerous' man on a rope in her hand thought to be quite funny on the contrary. It was like having a dog, though she thought it best not to speak these things aloud.
"Come on woman, how much further? I'm tired and hungry and you're boring my brains out with your silence. Don't you know how to make simple conversation whore?"
Brienne had stood all of his other remarks, but this pushed at her buttons too hard. In the heat of the moment she had shoved him into a tree trunk with more strength then he imagined possible taking her small size into account. Their faces almost touching, her face became a deathly whisper, "Listen here pig! I am not whore, do you hear me? I could easily push this blade of mine through your chest and be done with you by now. Sadly I'm not going to because I made someone a promise. Therefore I swear to the new and old Gods if you say one more snarky comment, I will personally slice off you head and send it to your family as a present okay?"
He gave a shake of his dirty, blond mused up hair, "Though if anyone had of walked by just now and seen us in that position- only God knows what they'd think we were up to." He winked and continued walking ahead. Soon they came up to a small boat on the shore that had been placed there the night before for them to use.
"Get in." Brienne ordered. She'd had enough of his nonsense already and they hadn't been with each other for over 24 hours yet.
"I love it when you take control like that-" He voluntarily stepped into the boat and lowered himself down. "-it gives me shivers."
Brienne sighed, only to look at him and see him winking again. She settled down into the opposite side of the canoe and gathered a paddle. Within a couple of minutes they were sailing down the river. It was peaceful, the sounds of nature being the loudest noise there was- even Jaime was silent. The water wasn't blue, it looked transparent. Colourful rocks were scattered upon the river bed, multicolour fish swam about avoiding the pull of the boat. It was beautiful. Unfortunately, the ride had to come to a stop. They pulled the boat onto the shore leading to the footpath they would have to use for their journey to Kings Landing.