URG! I'm so sorry for the wait, I've been so fricking busy! Anywho's, here's the next update!

The small army was ready to go by the next day. Tony was standing well away from the servants working on packing the horses of material, foods, and other goods. Furthermore, he was, again, in manacles successfully restraining him from any "fowl" move he could pull against the court. The whole previous day, he'd been stealthily glancing around for any mere semblance of his armor. Any glimpse of a glowing read or gold, maybe even a locked drawer for where they'd stash it. However, drained of his fucking luck that had been gone since Loki blasted him into this god forsaken place, he'd been solely saddened by his well hidden, inconspicuous suit.

He'd curse his craving for adventure sometime.

And, he'd add his complete dumbass ideas to that also.

What was wrong with him? Why hadn't he ever asked himself this before?

That's right; none of your ideas caused you to be utterly defenseless. You were so confident. "You will be able to get it back, you're awesome." Fuck you, brain.

And Afghanistan didn't count, that was ALL Obi.

He twitched a small fraction from the memory that resurfaced of his pass friend, ally, and enemy. The man guarding him shot a curious glance to his right, observing for a cause in his out-of-the-blue movement, and slapped a harsh hand to his side, whispering to him scathingly to stay still.

Tony held back his eye roll and sarcastic word back, an obvious reaction for the likes of him. He'd learned well, he would say, though not quickly enough. How many months has it been?

And, as he bit his tongue, the king finally entered the courtyard, flanked by the other lords and ladies he had brought with him. The big man barely spared a glance at his captive, and was quick to his horse, taking the reins in his hands. Eddard (do I say hid name earlier so Tony knows it?) was soon to follow, along with his own family. He walked with sure, confident steps to his own mare, his two daughters and son, Bran, trailing behind him. He shared a clipped word with the King that resulted in a short laugh, and climbed onto his horse while his companion did the same. The redheaded girl followed the queen and other women into the carriage as her younger, bolder sister climbed onto her won horse, large grin strewn across her face. Bran had his own small mare, the perfect size for him to sit comfortably. Now and again, he would look over to meet Tony's eyes, giving the man a trivial smile then quickly looking away. Tony was led by foot towards the gathered crowd getting ready to leave, and he noticed bewildered he would have to walk.

He wished to have someone's warm neck, veins pumping blood to the brain, under his hands. He would squeeze, he would.

He took many deep breaths to calm down and smiled pleasantly, mocking, as he was ushered near the assembled high lords. From afar, he saw Jaime getting everyone in order, snapping commands and instructions to anyone in his line of voice. He too seemed to turn to look at Tony at the same time, met his gaze, had a moment to widen his eyes, then smile wickedly back, Tony's own expression turning sour as he stopped his tongue from poking out childishly.

Jaime, however, didn't hold his gaze for long and was back to yelling at the group of folks awaiting his orders. Tony was attached to one of the carriages, the rope long enough to enable him free footing, though preventing him from going far enough the he'd be out of sight. He experimented cautiously, and found he could go to the side of the dirt road, any further, and he would be tightening the rope enough for him to feel a slight tug.

Sighing loudly and returning to his previous position near the cart, he waited for the clusterfuck to calm down so they could begin their long, distorting journey. He rubbed his bruised wrist around the metal and hope they were human enough to let him get a rest. He groaned at the thought that he may have to be nice and accepting. That was not what Tony Stark was all about. He got what he wanted without doing a thing in changing the way he acted.

Turns out, some habits have to die hard.

After what seemed like forever of waiting, the group in front of him gave hard tugs to their reins, and then they were moving, Tony being jerked clumsily around until he could get the correct footing and speed.

For the next hours, he was tugged carelessly about. His stomach growled and he wondered when he was going to be able to eat. How long will it be? Exhaustion was clear in his expression and his limbs were pounding in a complete new kind of strain he had never felt before. Hills and holes were everywhere in the road, he tripped more than once. He wasn't bundled enough for the cold that suddenly fell upon them either; he was only given cotton pants and shirt, not enough layers to keep the goose bumps from blooming across his skin. More than once, he tried to display his hunger and he shivered fiercely in hopes of getting a coat of some kind over his frame.

Then something of the unexpected happened.

He heard a horse's hooves gallop behind him. His eyes were downcast, staring fiery at the ground and he didn't look up when he heard the noise. Before he knew it, the animal was huffing beside them, dressed in the same white color he saw members of the supposed "Kingsguard" wear. The voice he least expected to hear broke the silence, then the man was swinging of his horse in one sure movement and was walking beside him.

Tony looked through his locks of sweat slicked hair and up at Jaime who grinned down at him.

"What are you doing up here?" He asked the man suspiciously, watching for any signs of mockery in the man's expression.

"I'm here to give you your food." He passed over a small bowl of soup and a hunk of bread. Tony regarded it for a couple seconds, then grabbed it and ravenously gulped down the broth and took large bites out of the hard clump bread.

He heard Jaime chuckle beside him, and couldn't help but wonder if the man was ordered to give him his food, or came on his own accord. Whichever it was, he didn't care, and at least he got food.

Next would be…

His eyes widened and he turned to Jaime, face likely filthy with the residue of his erratic eating, as the man draped him with a cloak. The blonde didn't have a particular expression on his face, and was not looking at him any longer, gaze fixed ahead.

The extra layer wasn't anything special. Not very thick, but it would do. It was badly stitched and you could decipher a couple holes here and there. Though, it gave him that extra little warmth he needed to take off the ice that was seemingly starting to expand atop his skin.

He opened his mouth to say thank you, an action he would have probably regretted from all the other horrors that the man put upon him; however, the man was quickly galloping away to be beside the king who was laughing raucously at something one of his companions said.

Interesting, Tony thought. This is something to use against him. And for the rest of that day, before a much needed rest and pause for sleep was given, he hugged the cloak to him and mischievously smiled to himself.

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