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Leya

Leya feared all the men in the camp. She avoided them at all costs and Arya laughed at her for it. She didn't understand what Arya found funny about it; they were big, loud, and hairy. She didn't like to leave Marya's side because she knew that she could keep her safe from them. After those big scary men attacked them, Leya was forced to separate from her for a while. It made her cry a lot.

She was very glad that after Raena married Theon, Marya began spending more time with her once again. She was walking Leya around the camp and the little girl didn't know why. They stopped in front of a woman with hair the color of fire and Arya. Leya ran from Marya's grasp. "Arry!" She ran up to the bigger girl and hugged her around the waist quickly.

"Lady Catelyn," Marya greeted, "If it be possible, can you watch Leya for me today? I have matters that I must discuss and I am afraid that Leya's presence is not wanted." Leya mood dropped Marya was leaving her with Arya and this woman.

"Of course." At her answer Marya walked off.

Leya looked up at the woman, "Who are you?" she asked.

"That's my mother Leya." Arya answered.

"Oh," She trailed off. "I miss Marya."

"She will be back soon enough." Arya's mother supplied. Leya supposed that she was right. Marya usually didn't leave her for long.

"Your hair is the color of fire." The little girl stated.

"Yes, it is." Lady Catelyn agreed. She ushered Leya and Arya to a nearby tent. Inside was a group of women.

She and Arya sat down on a chair. Women tended to their hair. Leya noticed that Arya was fitful and pouty. She did not understand why. Hair brushing felt good to her. The woman began grabbing sections of her hair and folding them over each other. Her straight brown hair laid in two braids over her shoulders. Leya looked at herself in a mirror and admired herself in it. "It's so pretty!" Leya had not had anything of this sort done to her hair. She hopped off her chair and gave the woman a hug. "Thank you!" she said cheerily.

"Oh no, thank you, my lady." The woman bowed her head. Leya moved her attention to the young girl beside her.

Arya's hair was all different lengths and the woman tending to hers seemed troubled. "Lady Arya, what happened to your hair?" The girl said horrified.

Arya scowled in the mirror. Leya wanted Arya to stop being so upset. She decided to walk up to her hair. Leya stared up at the woman at the back of Arya's head. "Can I help?"

"I don't know sweetling. There is not much that can be done." Arya's scowl grew angrier.

Leya reached up a touched around Arya's head. "It's lumpy, but still soft. It is good enough this way, I think. Will it grow back?" She looked back up at the lady.

"Aye, it will dear."

"Oh good. Do you have any pins?"

The woman looked perplexed. "Yes."

"You could make swirlies and make them stay with pins." When she was met with confused looks she grabbed a strand of Arya's hair and twisted it around her finger. Then she pressed the ring of hair on her head. "Like this." The two women looked at each other and nodded.

"It may work." One said and Leya smiled. Arya seemed less annoyed.

"Come along, Leya. While the maids work on Arya's hair let's go get you properly dressed." Lady Catelyn beckoned Leya. She followed the woman to the other end of the tent.

The women in that area pulled Leya's dress over her head and slipped another one on her. It was a bit big in certain areas so the women pinned it and sewed to fix it. When they were done Leya felt the fabric. It was rough with embroidery. She picked up the skirt so that she could see the colors. It was a dark blue color with light blue swirling patterns all over it. Leya smiled and spun around to see the twirling of the skirt. It didn't have much lift but it made ruffling noises as she twirled. "Pretty!" She stated happily.

Soon enough the day had almost ended. Leya had been playing with Arya when she ran into a group of men. They were laughing loudly and when they looked at her she could feel her heart trying to spring from her chest. To get away, Leya ran into the nearest tent, heart pounding. For a moment, she thought that she was safe but then she realized what thent she ran into. There were large cages. One held a dragon, the others held men. Leya scurried over to Aerysion, who seemed less dangerous than the men. He pressed his face against the bars. Suddenly he began to bare his teeth, "We're friends?" Leya didn't understand why he would behave this way with her. She was upset until she saw that his eyes were not focused on her. A dirty man was pressed up against the bars of a nearby cell.

Leya pedaled back closer to the dragon. The man's eyes were green like the pine trees near her old home. They pierced through his dust covered appearance. She was very scared and wanted to leave but she could still hear the men laughing. She would wait for them to go outside.

"You're my new guard?" He quirked up a brow. "The Stark boy certainly has no concern of me escaping." He guffawed.

Leya walked closer to Aerysion until she felt the cold bars press against her back. She turned towards Aerysion and noticed that she could fit within the space between bars. She slipped in with the dragon and instantly felt safer.

The man's face settled into a smirk. Leya's safe feeling melted. "I take it you stumbled here on accident?"

She nodded gingerly.

"May I ask your name?" His voice seemed kind enough. She thought of Marya and Raena and dismissed any thoughts of telling the man her name. She shrugged in response. "I'll tell you mine." She just stared at him. "My name is Jaime."

Leya inched closer to the bars of the cage. "You're a bad man. You've been locked up."

"Aye, I am a prisoner, but not for a crime I've committed. I am a prisoner of war." She found herself growing more interested by each word he said. Leya slipped through the bars.

"War?" Leya had not heard much of the word before. She knew that when her mother was young there was a war. War was a thing of Lords and Kings, and only the common people if it fell onto their land.

She walked closer to the man to hear what he had to say better. "Yes. I was captured in battle. Now they keep me locked up in here."

"Are you important?" It was the only reason that Leya could think of for why they would hold him captive.

"Enough," He scoffed.

"My name is Leya." It slipped from her mouth. She knew she shouldn't have but it was too late to change. Before another thing could be said, they both turned when they heard shuffling outside the tent.

There was loud, feminine laughter and a girl stumbled into the tent. Both she and the man in the cage jumped. A man followed her in quickly. She got up off of the ground and dusted off her skirts. The man tugged at her arm trying to get her to leave. Her eyes went wide and she shouted angrily, "Leya!" It was Raena and Theon. "Get away from that man." She ordered.

Leya ran away from him happily to the girls side. "Raena!" She greeted. Even though she was interested in what the man had to say she was still very afraid of him. Raena had rescued her from this place.

"Raena," Theon addressed her. "Let's leave this place."

Raena didn't listen she walked toward the caged man. "Is that him?" She inched even closer. She crouched down so that they were eye to eye. "Is this him?" She asked again when he refrained from answering.

"Yes Raena, it's him." Theon's mouth pressed into a thin line. Leya could tell that he hadn't wanted to tell her.

She faced the man and narrowed her eyes at him. "I want nothing more than to drive my spear through your skull, for what you have done to my family. However, I will leave it to those who you wronged directly." Her voice was steady and icy. Leya had never seen anyone speak words like that so calmly. "They call you King slayer, they call you oath breaker, but I will forever call you the man who orphaned my cousins. I will call you the son of the man who sent his attack dog to kill an innocent woman and her equally innocent children. I will call you the son of the man who decided against letting us live freely and sent his attack dog to kill another innocent woman and her equally innocent children. He failed. The children live and they do not forget." When she finished speaking she stood up again. Raena rushed to them. She picked Leya up and rested her on her hips and walked out of the tent. Leya looked behind her shoulder at the man in the cage. He waved at her.