Lyanna hadn't meant to reach for Jaime in the night. She would have never done such a thing if she'd been awake. When she had first run away with Rhaegar she had enjoyed sleeping in his arms. There was something warm and comforting and about sleeping in a man's arms that some part of her had missed in spite of everything that had happened. She woke up in Jaime's arms and her first thought was that she was back with Rhaegar. She pulled away alarmed. Then she saw that it was Jaime and breathed a sigh of relief, letting her head fall back to the pillow.

Jaime had already been awake before she was. Lyanna had rolled closer to him three times in the night. The first two times he had moved away from her. The third time he could move no further without falling off the edge of the bed. He wasn't so gallant that he would sleep on the floor so he gave her the hug she seemed to want and went back to sleep. He had never slept with a woman in his arms before. Cersei had always been afraid of them getting caught and had never allowed them to stay in the same bed for so long. He hadn't expected that waking up with Lyanna Stark in his arms would be so interesting. She was rather pretty. Her body was pressed close enough to his that he could feel all of her curves. He gently pushed her hair out of her eyes so that he could see her face without waking her. Then he rested his hand on her hip and watched her sleep. He wondered for a moment what it would be like to kiss her. He wasn't going to kiss her, he just wondered what it would be like. Then she was waking up and the moment passed. She had seemed alarmed at first then relaxed. He didn't know what to make of that. He didn't ask.

The tiny window near the ceiling of their room made it clear that it was early morning. The sun hadn't even fully risen yet. It was too early for breakfast. They each left to go to the privy and find a washbasin. When Jaime returned he found Lyanna reaching for the book she'd had the previous day.

"Please not that again." Jaime protested.

"You don't like Aegon the Conquerer?"

"No one likes Aegon the Conquerer, especially not those he conquered."

She sighed. "I don't like him either. I was just trying to pass the time."

"You don't like Aegon or you don't like books?" He said, sitting down beside her on the bed.

"I like some books better than others. I prefer keeping busy over reading." She said.

"I prefer the same. Though I expect you keep busy doing something other than sparring and the like."

"You might be surprised." She leaned over and reached the sack of things she had brought. She pulled out a sword, a smaller lighter sword than the one she had given him but a fine blade nonetheless.

"You know how to use this?" He asked. She had been right. He was surprised.

"Well enough." She said. "We could go up on deck and put it to the test."

"We could, as long as you promise not to cry when I beat you." Jaime said.

"What makes you think you're going to beat me." Lyanna said, though she knew he probably would win.

"There's this thing called skill. I've been told I have an abundance of it."

"Who told you this? Some little kitchen wench who wanted to share your bed?"

"I could name several knights who I've beaten it helps." Jaime went on.

"I've beaten a few knights myself." Lyanna told him, though she didn't mention that it was a jousting contest not a swordsmanship one.

"Really? I should have liked to have seen that." He commented.

"You did. I was the knight of the laughing tree at Lord Whent's Tourney."

"That was you?" Jaime was stunned. "I admit you were good with a lance, but you can't be good with both lance and sword."

"Of course I can." Lyanna stated.

They found a space on deck to spar. Jaime discovered right away that Lyanna wasn't bad with a sword but she wasn't good either. She was certainly better than any commoner who hadn't been trained with a blade and he expected she was probably good for a woman though he had never fought a woman before, but she couldn't beat him. He was just fine with that too. He didn't like being beaten.

"Not bad." He said after she yielded the fifth match.

"Not bad?" She said, annoyed.

He shrugged. "I suppose Rhaegar told you that you were very good?"

She glared at him. "No. He said it was very good of me to try. He liked to see people try to improve themselves."

"How honorable of him." Jaime said. "He could have just told you the truth."

"What truth is that?" She asked, knowing full well that she wouldn't like the answer.

"That you don't have the strength or the reach to beat a man with a sword." Jaime said.

"You think I don't know that already?" Lyanna said with disbelief.

"Why else would you be doing this if you don't hope to win?"

"Because I like it. I like the feel of the blade in my hand. I like the challenge of trying to predict the next blow, of trying to be quick enough to take my opponent off guard. And I like to have at least some idea of how to put up a fight rather than be completely helpless like most women." Lyanna told him.

Once again, Lyanna Stark had surprised him. "We could do this again tomorrow. If we keep practicing you'll certainly improve yourself."

Lyanna smiled at his suggestion. "Alright. I think I'd like that."