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The outfit was all in white and Mari would have protested greatly against it, but she was able to wear beige breeches with dark brown boots. She pulled on the white corset and had the handmaidens tie her corset strings. She let out a sharp breath as they pulled it tighter around her breasts and torso causing her breasts to lift a little. She tucked in her low cut white tunic inside of her breeches. She slipped on the white jacket and white leather gloves. She tied a fat light beige colored belt around her waist to keep it all together and in place. She hooked the tiny hooks together and her hair tied together in a braid that could be described as a fish's tail, a curl framing each side of her face.

She walked out of the tent, Jaime finally allowing her to go around the camp grounds…well not really. She smiled as she turned her head to look at Jaime with a raised eyebrow, "You know when I said that I wanted to explore the camp grounds, I don't know if I was hinting that I wanted you here with me or that your old ears didn't hear me, but I really wanted to be alone."

"I thought that we were getting along finally. You said you wanted me. To be with me," he replied, looking straight ahead as they walked. He was in his Lannister uniform which was black leather.

She rolled her eyes. "I'm guessing then that it was your old ears to blame then. Didn't you hear a word I said last night," she scolded.

He shrugged. "I was, but then after you said that you felt the same as I do and that you wanted me well it all just went in through one ear and out the other." He smirked charmingly. "And it also had to do with your choice of nightwear."

She scoffed. "I would never wear that."

"I want you to wear that though."

"Since when have I ever cared about what you want, huh?" she questioned.

"You don't care, eh?"

She shook her head. "You know what I meant, Jaime so don't go trying to twist my words."

"I wasn't trying to twist your words," he confessed softly. "I just wanted to know…"

"To know what exactly?" she asked innocently.

"To know what you're thinking about. To know how you really feel inside. To know what you really want, desire in life. To know why in all the Gods, are you so damn confusing and-and complicated." He answered her.

"Do you know what I want to know?"

"Very much so, my ex-lady wife." He said, smirking.

She decided to ignore his nickname and reply, "Well, I want to know…more about you."

"Like what exactly?"

"Like why does Ned Stark think that you're so evil and why are he and his family going out of their way to convince me that you are indeed evil just like your father and the rest of your family." She answered.

"Oh, that…"

"Yes, that, Jaime. You can tell me." She insisted.

"If I told you that it was because of bad blood and me being a man without honor-"

She stopped walking and went in front of him, putting her hand on his chest. "Don't say that. You do have honor…it's just secret honor. You have honor because you did the right thing and because you didn't except the glory or gratitude it came with killing Aerys and then telling them the reason why you did what you did. You have murdered people, but so have they. No one is innocent in this. I may sound naïve for telling you this, but it's the truth that I believe in."

His eyes searched hers and she let them for a moment. He grabbed her hand and led them to the woods. He pushed her back against the tree and crashed his lips onto hers. He trapped her body to his against the tree with her hands on his biceps while his hands were cupping her face. His tongue entered her mouth as he pulled her closer. She couldn't help, but kiss him, her body responding to his touch. She wrapped her arms around his neck and stood up on the tips of her toes. Their tongues danced with each other. Mari broke the kiss because she needed air and she gave a nervous smile to him.

"What was that for," she asked breathlessly.

He pulled her back to being against his chest, smiling down at her. "For being yourself. Your honest, compassionate, loving, caring, witty, clever, intelligent, and adorable self."

"Adorable," she pouted her lips. "I'm not adorable. I'm vicious and ruthless. Very dangerous, in fact you should probably stay away from me."

She tried to pull away from him, but his grip around her wouldn't let loose. "I like it. A lot."

She blushed and looked down, warning, "Jaime…"

"I know, I know, we can't be together, but-"

"Uh-ah no buts, it's the painful truth," she said as she pulled away from. "We can't and I won't. I don't know how I even feel about you and honestly you really overwhelm me, Jaime."

She turned and started to walk away and Jaime said quickly, "I'm falling for you, Marianna."

She stopped and froze, her back to him as he continued, "I was madly in love with another woman when I had met and I was still in love with her and even when I told you long ago about my feelings for you, I still was. I thought that I would never in my whole entire life love another person, but her. Until I met you, that was my life…nothing but love, wealth, and lies. That was it. You made me different in a way who I always wanted to be. I am in love with you, Marianna and that is why I can't let you go. I need you."

She was silent. Too silent. First, Robb writes to me telling me that he loves me and now Jaime…it's too much. Mari continued her walk back to their tent, not glancing back. She turned a corner and almost bumped into someone. "Sorry," she mumbled as she kept on walking.

"Oh, it's quite alright, Mari," an amused voice said.

She stopped in her tracks and whirled around, an excited smile on her face. "Tyrion!"

She ran back to and went on her knees as she hugged him tightly. She laughed and whispered, "You're back."

"Yes, Mari…I'm back," he replied, rubbing her back.

She sighed happily and sniffled. Tyrion chuckled. "Are you crying?"

She shook her head and pulled back. She blinked furiously. "No, of course not. I-I just, something gotten in my eyes."

He put a curl behind her ear and smiled at her. "You've gotten even more beautiful. I heard about the engagement and then how there was no marriage."

She nodded. "Your brother. He, um doesn't want to marry me."

"Really?" he asked curiously.

"Well, he does, but he wants me to want him like he wants me. I-It's complicated; perhaps we should discuss this in private."

"Oh, good thinking. Follow me," he said and grabbed her hand as he led her to his tent. "Now, I'm only here for a couple of days then I need to go back to my father's camp."

"You're leaving again?! We've only just found each other, not again, Tyrion. I've almost lost you once to Catelyn Stark. I have a bad feeling that if you go to your father that-"

"That's why I have to go back, Mari. I promised, well, I'm forced to go and fight with some of my companions."

They went inside the tent and she noticed that it was similar to Jaime's. "So what happened with Catelyn?"

"Well, she brought me to the Eyrie, put me on trial by combat, used my new found friend named Bronn to defend me, I won and then we went to my father's camp, but I made friends with the Mountain tribes and now they want me to fight for them for weapons and gold." He explained.

"Someday, you really are going to get yourself killed because of your promises. I really did miss you. I got a letter from Robb telling me what they were doing to you or were going to do to you."

"And that's how Jaime found out from you," Tyrion finished.

She nodded. "He read the letter. He went through my things, that bastard."

He laughed. "I knew it."

"Knew what?" she said as she sat down in a chair.

"Knew that you and my dear brother have feelings for each other." He told her as he sat down across from her, a goblet of wine in his hand.

"We don't have feelings for each other…I don't at least," she said guiltily.

"What did Jaime say," Tyrion asked causally as he sipped his wine.

"He said that…that he, um, loves me." She said.

He coughed and she patted him on the back as he coughed, "He said that! The bloody fool!"

"What?! I thought that's what you wanted," Mari said.

"Well, before maybe, but…I can't tell you," Tyrion explained then grumbled under his breath, "She'll kill her."

Mari's eyes widened, but not in fear, in anger. "Who wants to kill me? Is it that woman that Jaime loved before me?"

Tyrion eyed her carefully. "Jaime told you about her? W-What did my brother say exactly?"

She shrugged. "Well, he was very good at the identity of her and pretty all he told me was that he only knew by air by his love for her. Madly in love, I'm guessing that it was infatuation or something,"

"Did he really say that he knew air by his love for her," he asked amusingly.

"No," she muttered. "But he might as well have. I mean if you saw the look on his face and the way he spoke of her, you would agree with me."

"I'm sorry," Tyrion said. "For everything."

"What do you have to be sorry for Tyrion you didn't do anything?" There was a longing silence between and Mari said, "Right?"

Tyrion looked down into his cup, being the coward that he was. "I'm…" He sighed heavily. "I'm the reason…"

She knitted her eyebrows in confusion. "Reason for what, reason for what, Tyrion?"

"For you being locked up in that tower and not being able to see the light of day and for your ex-betrothal to Robb Stark." Tyrion said softly.

She froze and shook her head. "No, no, you weren't the reason. Cersei was, your sister w-was, Tyrion, not you, her and Tywin did this to me, not you. Why-Why would you say something like that to me?!"

"Because it's the truth. Cersei and my father were the reasons why you were put in the tower and for your ex-betrothal to my brother, but so was I…if I had just kept my mouth shut, you would've been safe…"

"What did you say?"

"I told them about how much you loved Robb Stark…how much you loved the outdoors, the flowers, the horses, all of it. That's how Cersei came up with the perfect punishment with you when you were a child and now she's done it again by taking your young love and putting it towards someone who she knows you can never love because of what he did. I'm so sorry."

She grabbed his hands and kneeled in front of him. "It's not your fault. It never will be. I will always love like you were my own brother so I could never hate you. Never. If it wasn't for you and what you may have accidentally done then…then I would have never felt the way I have never felt before with both Robb and Jaime."

"Your faith in me is admiring. Not most have that kind of faith." He said softly.

She gave him a sad smile. "It's because of what I've read from your books that have given me such faith."

"How do you feel about my brother?" Tyrion questioned.

She looked down at her hands and nervously smiled. "He…he consumes me. Overwhelms me, excites me, he has the ability to make me forget."

"Forget what?" he urged.

"Forget that we can't be together. Forget everything that I believe in, what is right and what is wrong. I'm scared, Tyrion…I'm scared of what you brother may bring out in me."

"Bad or good?"

"Both," she chuckled, looking up.

"I'll be right back," Tyrion said, getting up and then walking out.

After a few moments, he came back into the tent with an elegant circular box in his hands. He set it on the table in front of her. There were so many rubies engraved in it along with gold and black one. It was small enough to where it could fit in her entire hand. It was golden and beautiful as it was in Lannister and Targaryen colors. Tyrion opened the top and it started to play a beautiful melody. It was a jewelry box for tiny trinkets. She knitted her eyebrows in confusion as she heard closely.

"It's your mother's song that she would sing to you if I'm correct?" Tyrion asked.

She nodded, an astonished smiled blazing onto her face. "Yes! Yes, it is! How…?"

"All Targaryen mothers would play this song for their children since before the conquest. I thought that you should know it well since you may want to sing it to your children someday."

She leaped from her chair and wrapped her arms around him. She sniffled, feeling tears weld up in her eyes. "Thank you, Tyrion."

He hugged her back just as tightly and warmly. "Run along now, Mari. I have certain needs."

She pulled back and eyed him curiously. "Are you…" Realization slapped her across the face and her face twisted in mere disgust as she stood up. "Oh, oh, eww, Tyrion. I did not need to know that." Mari turned to go away, but then whirled back to him, throwing her hands up in the air. "I…I, ugh, just-just…ugh!"

She marched out of the tent and went back to hers, but the sound of a harmer on steel. She made her way towards the empty tent. She recognized him immediately. She smiled widely as she questioned, "Malith?"

He looked up and smiled brightly. "Evy!"

He put down his tools and wiped his hands on his smudged apron hanging bellow his large belly. Mari went closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck and he hugged her back. They laughed jollily. They pulled apart and she smiled up at him. "It's so good to see you."

"You as well." He eyed her curiously. "You've gotten thinner and even more beautiful than before."

She rolled her eyes. "You and your compliments." She sighed and glanced around. "You can't say anything about who I really am. No one can no my true identity, Malith."

Understanding washed onto his face. He nodded at her. "Keep it secret, keep it safe. Got you."

"Good. I can't have them knowing who I really am or they'll come after all of you and I can't protect all of you."

He nodded in understanding again. "Oh! Which reminds me," he jumped as he went behind a curtain saying, "I have something' for you and I've been waitin' to see you again and give it to you."

Before she could reply, he came out with a gleaming sword in his hand. He smiled proudly at his work saying, "Tis one of my best."

He handed it to her with both hands. She grazed her fingers over the gleaming blade. "Valaryian steel?"

He nodded and then she shook her head. "Let me pay you for this. Please, it's too much."

He scoffed. "After everything you do for me, it's the least I could do. Besides I've seen you fight, you need a sword to practice."

"No, I can't-"

"Yes, you can and you will. Or I'll shove this sword in your hands by force if I have to." He warned playfully.

She gave him a look and then she laughed. She looked down at the sword and saw how beautiful it was. The handle was all in gold with the ends wrapped in black veins of steel all over the handle. It wasn't as heavy as she thought it would be. She turned it around and saw her initials engraved in cursive on the black. E. B. She smiled widely at it and she said, "I like it. It's very beautiful."

He smiled proudly yet again as she inspected the sword in the sunlight. It almost blinded her as the blade flashed in her eyes. She noticed again an engraved saying on the blade and read it aloud, still smiling, "Warrior. Maiden. Stranger."

She looked up and said, "I love it, Malith."

"Every sword needs a name," he said.

"Fire Bringer," she said immediately, not taking her eyes off of it.

He chuckled and gave an appraising nod. "Fierce and deadly. I like it."

She nodded and put the sword in her belt. "Well, I have to go or else they'll think that I've run off again."

She leaned in and hugged him tightly. "I hope we meet again soon."

"I do too, Evy. You be safe now, you hear?"

She nodded as they broke apart. "I promise. Cross my heart and everything."

He laughed and she walked out of the tent. She walked back to their tent and found Jaime sitting by the fire with a goblet in his hand. He curiously eyed the sword hanging on her belt and asked, "Might I ask where did you get such a fine sword?"

She shrugged. "I have my ways. I have a guy or two."

He stood up and walked over to her, but she turned and decided to walk into her area of the tent. She already knew Jaime was following her. She took off the sword and put it in under her drawers. She slipped off her gloves and put them on top of the dresser. She sighed as she turned around. "Why didn't you tell me that Tyrion was here?"

"Because I knew that he would find you eventually," he said simply.

She sat on her bed and fell against the bed. "Well, when I walked away-"

"Stormed," he corrected as he glanced around her area.

She gave him an annoyed look. "When I stormed away, I bumped into him and we talked. He gave me," she suddenly jolted up right in her bed. "Oh, shit, I forgot about the music box he gave me!"

"You me this box," Jaime said holding it up from behind his back.

She jumped up and went to him. He held it out of her reach. "Please, give it back."

He set it down on the dresser and said, "Not until you tell me the real reason why you don't want to be with me."

"I do want to be with you, but we can't."

"Name one reason."

"Kingsguard. Vows. Your family. My family. Bad blood. Bad history."

"I said name one, not six."

She rolled her eyes. "You know what I mean."

"So you do have feelings for me…"

"Well, their more of surfacing feelings, under water."

He came closer to her and lightly pecked her lips. "Not good enough."

He suddenly lifted her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. She couldn't help, but giggle as they fell on the bed with him on top. Jaime's lips started to kiss her neck and she giggled, "What are you doing…Jaime-Jaime stop it."

He lightly nipped her neck and his hands started to undress her. He moved her belt to the floor and slowly opened her jacket. He kissed her chest and she shivered. She flipped them over so that she was in his lap. She kissed him passionately almost hungrily. Jaime quickly pulled her jacket off her shoulders, carelessly throwing it to the ground. Her hands clawed at his jacket while kissing him and pulled it off of him, dropping the piece of item to the floor. Jaime lifted her tunic over her head, her lips barely breaking apart from the loss of contact. Mari's hands pushed at his chest and then pulled away.

She shook her head, smiling. "Not now. Another time though…too many people," she whispered against his lips.

He smiled and then groaned softly, "But you look so good in this outfit…" he kissed her neck. "How can I resist?"

"By pleasuring yourself," she laughed as she got off of him. She laid on the bed while he laid down beside her, propped up on his elbow. His hand was on her belly as he gazed at her. He moved a strand behind her ear.

He shrugged. "I could do that. I hope you know that if I'm pleasuring myself, I'll be thinking about you."

She nodded and turned away, on her side, closing her eyes. "Good."

TBC…


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