Lyarra and Jaime sat together watching the sun setting after Lyarra had beaten him in a dual. Lyarra's hair was loose and moved with the breezed of the wind. Lyarra nudged her new friend; Jaime Lannister, with her foot, "Did you knew that your father was planning to kill my paternal family at a wedding?"

"Honestly," Jaime began. "I had no clue. I was held captive by your cousin for the better part of the year."

"And your hand?" Lyarra accepted Jaime's answer as she sat back on the chair as Lyarra picked at dirt on her face.

"Saved a friend."

"Do you regret it?" Lyarra watch Jaime as withdrawn into himself. Lyarra didn't mind the silence that surrounded them. She had learned by talking with Jaime that he honestly cares for people and his family. Jaime had a complex outlook on morales from his time as Kingsguard for the Mad King.

"No," Jaime decided as he brushed his hair out his eyes with his only hand. "It just unfortunate that I can't fight."

"Learn to fight with your other hand."

"That's exactly what my brother said."

Lyarra chided the older man, "So start learning, Lannister."

"Rude," Jaime snorted as he stood up. "Maybe that's why I like your company."

"Leaving to see the queen?" Lyarra said as she wiped the dirt from her face.

"No," Jaime gestured for her to stand up. "Follow me. I want to show you something."

Lyarra glowered at him as she stood up grabbing Dawn from the dirt, "You asshole making me get up."

Jaime chuckled as he lead her into the godswood, "I never took you for a religious man."

"I'm not."

"Then," Lyarra raised her eyebrow. "Why did you bring me here?"

"To discuss something with you where no other ears could hear." Jaime turned to her.

Lyarra hummed crossing her arms over her chest, "Only the gods could hear."

"You don't believe in gods. Sansa Stark need to leave King's Landing and go home to Winterfell." Jaime said. "I swore to her mother that I would safely return them to her."

"Lady Stark and King Robb Stark are dead," Lyarra frowned. "You're free from the oath, Jaime."

"She isn't safe here." Jaime sighed frustrated.

"No one is safe," Lyarra chided. "Why are you so determined to see Sansa back to the North?"

Jaime looked away from her gaze to the sea as Jaime rubbed his hand on his face wearily. "I tire seeing a girl being beaten by my son and my sister doing nothing to stop him. After my brother married her, the beatings have decreased but the insults never stopped."

"I have another mission to fulfill, Jaime. As much as I want to help my cousin, I can't. I never meet her so how the hell would she feel seeing a woman she doesn't know stealing her away from a place she only knows?" Lyarra exhaled heavily. "But… a blind man can see that you are troubled by this and I'll see if Oberyn could help."

"Why would the Martells help?" Jaime frowned at her. "He hates the Lannisters."

"I assure you," Lyarra walked away. "That the only Lannister he hates is your father. I never said I'll mention your name, Jaime. See you later."

Lyarra walked into the castle wiping at her face with a rag sighing, she stuffed it back in her pocket. Lyarra pulled her loose hair in a ponytail lifting her hair from her neck. A young girl with auburn hair slammed into her on her way to the godswood.