Amella wanted many things these days or so everyone seemed to think. All she really wanted was her freedom in a sense. She longed to be away from this place. She dreamed of the old days where there wasn't a war or she had to keep looking over her shoulder every so often as to make sure that no one was coming at her with a sword.

She always had to on alert in front of everyone including her own family. In their eyes, she was becoming the enemy. She remembered how furious the entire camp seemed to be at her when they caught her talking to Jaime on numerous occasions. Amella didn't know why she was suddenly so drawn to Jaime. All he ever did was taunt and tease her about everything and everyone in her life. Perhaps, she always went back to him to remind herself of what exactly they had at stake here. They took her father and sisters and her family took their knight.

Her family constantly pushed her to marry. Most of the camp wanted her to marry for political gain, but Amella thought that for her hand in marriage that there would no gain from it except a smart mouth. They wouldn't get her body for she would slice open their throats before their first breath. Her mind was all she had to keep her sane at this moment.

Jaime was persistent to the point of when he escaped the first time right in front of her, she could see the battle in his eyes. He didn't know whether to kill her or kidnap her again. She simply stepped back and Jaime wobbled forwards. He caught not long after and brought back to the cage where she waited for him. Amella smirked and called him an idiot for thinking that the people in this camp were a bunch of idiots.

Jaime sighed. "I will not stop, you know? I will escape from this damn place so a word of warning, Ella. Stay out of my way when I do."

"Once we get my father and sisters back, my family may kill you. My father may show mercy depends on his wood."

Jaime chuckled. "You will not come to my aid then."

"No," Amella stated dispassionately. "You've given me no reason to."

"Mortally."

Amella laughed. "That's a strange word coming from your mouth, ser. My only concern is my family at the moment, but who knows since they are causing me to be the edge of my rope."

"Family will do that to you. Why do you keep coming here? Are you in love with me? Is it because of the kisses we shared?"

Amella scoffed. "Those meant nothing. I only kissed you to manipulate you. I would do anything for my freedom. Anything that I had for you-which I am not declaring that there ever was, but if there were then it is long gone especially after what you and your family did to mine. I hate you."

Jaime gave her a mocking frown. "Well, that sounds like the beginning of a love story, don't you think?"

"I hope they kill your father and your repulsive nephew."

"I hope they let me kill your brother."

Amella and Jaime shared a dangerous look with each other. "Why? Is it because he bested you so now your manhood is compromised?"

Jaime examined her silently before saying, "No. Well, yes since it is known that I am one of the best fighters in all of Westeros. What would it say if I got beaten by some boy who pisses green every day?"

"He's no green boy anymore. He's winning every battle he comes across, Jaime," Amella reminded him.

Jaime opened his mouth to respond to her with a witty comment, but the guards run towards her stopped him. She simply stared at him as a guard whispered in her ear. He could see the sudden sadness in her eyes. He studied her entire presence carefully even as she looked away.

"What happened?" Jaime questioned, but no replied.

Amella turned around, walking calmly away from him even as he called back to her. He was soon knocked unconscious as the guard him his sword on the back of his head.

Amella felt like her heart had been squeezed painfully then ripped out. She couldn't hear anything or anyone, but the sound of own heart beating in her chest. Her thoughts were blank as her legs moved of their accord towards somewhere safe. She didn't to be near anyone as she walked gracefully to the woods. When she was far enough, her legs gave out onto the ground where her hands gripped the dirt and grass. She felt the damp dirt fill her fingernails as she stared down at it, watching nothing.

Her eyes closed and felt as if she couldn't bare to let herself shed any tears because what hurt her most of all was that the entire camp already knew that her father died on the night they chanted her brother's name in the sky. Amella pushed herself to her feet where she stared off into the distance. Her family knew that her father was dead, and they didn't want to tell her simply because they thought that was too frail.

Amella strode back towards the camp with the purpose of yelling at her family. She shoved opened the flap of the tent, ignoring everyone who gave her a look. SHe didn't care for them, she doesn't care about what anyone thinks. Why did my family lie to him? Were they really no better than the Lannisters themselves? Was I too just another pawn in their game?

Her mother and brother sat in there alone, waiting for her. It seemed as if they decided to tell her on their own terms. Amella's eyes turned cold and her voice so full of ice that it caused her mother to flinch as she spoke to them, "You lied to me. Father was beheaded by Joffrey because of what?"

"Amella?"

"No," she said sharply. "Tell me now. You both are already on the tip of ice with me right now. Lying to me only makes this worse."

"How did you know that Father was already dead?" Robb questioned.

"Some of your men are more honorable and truthful than you, brother."

"Amella Stark," her mother scolded.

Amella scoffed. "You're no better than he is. What? Are you going to throw me into the prison cells with Jaime too because you know I am right and you both are wrong? You lied to me about my father dying and the circumstances of his death. Some might say that this is unforgivable."

Robb glared at her as he spoke, "You are on the Kingslayer's side now, is that it?"

Amella lifted her chin up fiercely. "At least when I ask the truth of him, he doesn't hide away like a coward. He doesn't think that I am some weak girl. If anything, my time with the Lannisters have made stronger than ever. Now tell me why."

"Jaime and Cersei Lannister have a incestous relationship," Robb annoucned. "Joffrey, Tommen, and Myrcella are all their children, Amella. Father found out, confronted them, and is now dead because he did the right thing."

Amella's jaw hardened and both Catelyn and Robb thought that she didn't belive them for a moment until she said, "That would explain a lot. Bran's fall, Father's death, and my assasination."

"What?!" Robb growled.

Catelyn stood up as she questioned furiously, "They tried to kill you too?"

Amella nodded, still a bit shocked yet revolted by the news that she had received from them. "I looked in the same book that Father got his information from where it clearly shows that if one would have a Baratheon child then they would have dark hair...even if their counterpart is blonde. I was pushed down the stairs and they warned me not to tell and to stop looking. Jaime didn't want me to be convinced that I was almost killed by someone. It all makes sense. Everything you say is true, Father died because of it. Jon Arryn knew this too and so he was killed as well. It all makes sense."

Catelyn tried to go to her daughter, but Amella stepped away. Hurt formed in both of their eyes as she said, "I am sorry, Ella. I wanted to protect you."

Amella shook her head. "No, you can't protect me anymore, mother. Neither can anyone else especially since that a war has started and all. I will see you both on the morrow."

Amella walked away, feeling a tear fall from her eyes, she furiously wiped it away with the sleeve of her dress. She frowned as she saw the cells in the distance. She ached to go to Jaime and question him about everything. She then that everything he did was all just a game to save his own life and protect his sister's. Her nose and mouth twisted like she acquired something awful in the air and in her mouth as she thought about the Queen and Ser Jaime Lannister.

Her legs seemed to move of their own accord as she walked back to the cells and to Jaime where she last left him which was on the ground in shit and chains.

Jaime lifted his head from his chest as Amella approached him. "What is the matter, Ella-"

Amella slapped his face as hard as she could, her hand singing with pain. Jaime turned his head back to her, he tasted the familiar metal taste in his mouth. His tongue came from his mouth as he licked the bottom of his lip, feeling a slight sting as he knew that she had cut his lip.

"Ella-"

Amella didn't give him a chance to speak as she swung her hand again, this time hitting his other cheek. She grabbed a rock from the ground and threw it at his chest which caused him to groan in pain then cough.

"Amella, stop."

"Why?! You caused this-you fucked your sister! Now my father is dead, my brother is cripple, my sisters are lost, I am in a fucking war, and if we lose this war then I must marry you then! You ruined everything-how could I not hate you with every fiber in my being?!"

Jaime choose his words carefully as he told her, "It was real. I don't care if you don't believe my words, but it was."

Amella leaned in as she whispered, "You always lie, Ser Jaime. You're lying right now to save your own skin. You would kill me if it meant your escape and back to your precious sister."

Jaime chuckled. "Are you jealous, Ella? You sound like it."

Amella raised an eyebrow before she swung her fist into the side of his face, almost knocking him unconscious. "For a man who claims he's clever, you know nothing about women...especially the wrath of a Northern woman. Goodnight, Kingslayer."

Jaime felt anger come from beneath him as he finally heard her say the name that he hated most. He knew then that she truly hated him more than anyone in the world. Amella walked away from him, feeling contempt towards everyone and everything in her sight.

TBC…

THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEWS, FOLLOWS, AND FAVORITES! Amella was lied to and she is pissed off and will be for awhile. She values honesty from her family and it angers her, she doesn't care that they did it to protect her because she feels that she can't be protected anymore especially now. In a sense, she feels betrayed by Jaime and she feels foolish for allowing herself to open up a little bit with him. She may be mad, but she's not gonna sit around during the war.

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