The next day Keaira was sent with the other ladies to wash the soldier's clothes and polish their swords. Ned had insisted that it wasn't a job for Keaira, but the Queen had pointed out that she wasn't of noble blood, and Keaira didn't mind. She smiled at the girl beside her, telling her she would finish polishing the sword she was holding. She could tell it had been a long time since the girl, not much older than her, had gotten any rest, and felt sorry for her. As she polished the sword she noticed how it gleamed in the sunlight and ran her finger down it. She stood upright and raised the sword up to her head, surprised to find it wasn't that heavy. However, when she tried swinging it she couldn't keep it steady and let out a sigh. A sword will never be my thing, she thought to herself.
"Am I interrupting your training?" She heard a voice question from behind her, and from the smugness from the tone she knew who it was.
"I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about" She replied, turning around.
"Little ladies are not supposed to play with swords" He informed her.
"Well…let's find out" She smirked, twisting the sword in her hand.
"You really think you could take me on?" He inquired, raising an eyebrow.
"Maybe" She shrugged, playfully.
"Perhaps with your fire…with a sword. No" He told her.
"Oh, really?" Keaira grinned, as she placed the hilt of the sword in her other hand.
Jaime watched with a frown, as she took a deep breath. A moment later she pulled the sword down close to her hand, but instead of drawing it blood…it drew fire. Jaime eyes widened as he saw the sword was now on fire but was not showing any sign of melting. Keaira's grinned, as she twisted the sword in her hand again, noticing the look of awe on his face.
"How about now?" She asked, her eyes bright.
"How did you do that?" Jaime queried, not being able to believe what he had just saw.
"My fire isn't like normal fire…Benjen helped me learn some tricks" Keaira went on, as Jaime's eyes still stayed fixated on the sword.
Sensing that perhaps he was uneasy, she lowered the flames on the sword, missing the comforting heat it gave her. Jaime saw how the flames had not scorched the sword in anyway, even looking shinier than it had before.
"That certainly was…impressive" Jaime confessed.
"I'll take that as much praise coming from a knight" Keaira smiled.
"You would be quite the formidable foe on the battlefield…" Jaime realised.
"Except I have no idea how to fight with a sword" She retorted.
"Perhaps you should just stick to playing with fire, Little Dragon" Jaime informed her, a smirk on his face.
Before Keaira could roll her eyes at the nickname he had bestowed, they both heard a feminine scream and whipped their heads around in the direction it was coming from. They rushed towards the nearby inn and found the Prince with blood running down his arm, and Sansa trying to console him. A man was trying to bandage his wounds as Keaira realised it was the Prince who had let out the feminine scream. She was surprised when she saw Jaime had not made a move to help Joffrey, as they saw Cersei approaching him, a terrified look on her face. Instead he stayed under the shelter of the trees with her.
"Are you not going to help him?" Keaira couldn't help but ask.
"He has his mother for that" Jaime stated.
"Well he doesn't have his father, does he? Maybe he'd be different if he did" Keaira suggested.
"It's not my fault that the King has barely showed an interest in him" Jaime retorted.
"She mothers him too much" Keaira insisted.
"You do not have a mother or father…and you seemed to have turned out all right" Jaime told her.
"Was that a compliment?" Keaira laughed.
"Perhaps" He shrugged in response.
Soon afterwards they found out it was Nymeria who had bitten Joffrey, although there was much speculation about why. Keaira expected he had attacked Arya, as she felt it was the only reason Nymeria would have attacked someone in such a way. After the fight, Arya had disappeared with her direwolf, and it had now gotten dark. Keaira was searching anxiously through the forest, searching for her, and hoping that she was the first to find her. A hand on her shoulder caused her to gasp, and whisk her head around.
"We meet once again" Jaime Lannister greeted.
"I'm starting to think your following me" Keaira accused playfully, as Jaime rolled his eyes.
"Still no sign of the Stark girl?" Jaime inquired.
"No" She sighed.
"She could get lost easily in this darkness" Jaime suggested.
"She's smart, she's probably hiding Nymeria as we speak" Keaira replied.
"I hope for her wolf's sake she does. Cersei will kill the creature with her bare hands if she ever sees it again" Jaime explained.
"She really believes Joffrey's lies? That Arya and her friend beat him?" Keaira questioned.
"She'd rather believe that then think he was bested by a girl and a baker's boy" Jaime theorised.
Before Keaira could reply they suddenly heard a rustling in the nearby bushes and could hear something was getting closer to them. Jaime unsheathed his sword, as he went to stand in front of Keaira and face what he thought could be bandits.
"Nymeria!" Keaira cried, when she spotted the familiar direwolf rushing towards them.
She instantly crouched on the ground as the wolf came up to her to lick her face, not seeming to have a care in the world.
"What are you doing here? Where's Arya, hey?" Keaira asked her, as she petted the direwolf's head lightly.
In response Nymeria turned her head around and barked in the direction that had just been walking in, as Keaira guessed Arya may have already been found.
"You need to go, Nymeria. It's not safe for you anymore" Keaira told her, as Nymeria began to whine.
Keaira pulled her into a quick hug, as she wrapped her arms around the direwolf's large head and pulled away with a sad look on her face. She looked up at Jaime wondering why he hadn't already called the guards over to them.
"She doesn't deserve to die" Keaira insisted.
"…It needs to go now if it has any chance of survival" Jaime replied, as Keaira grinned at him.
"You have to go now, okay? Run in that direction as fast as you can. Go home" Keaira exclaimed, but the direwolf only looked at her with confusion.
"Home, Nymeria. Go home" Keaira repeated, as Nymeria barked and then began to rush off in the other direction.
"Thank you" Keaira offered, as she stood up.
"You did save my life" Jaime shrugged.
"Ser Jaime? Ser Jaime?" A Lannister guard called out, rushing over to the pair.
"What is it?" Jaime questioned, in annoyance.
"The Stark girl has been found. We're taking her to the King and Queen" The Lannister guard informed him.
Author's Notes: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! I wrote a lot of chapters of this story a few months ago, and now have no more chapters to update. Can I please have some positive reviews if you want me to continue writing?
darkstel: Don't like, don't read. Thanks for being rude.
Nicole Beverley234: Yeah I do, did I say he wasn't somewhere in the story?