A/N: I am so sorry everyone that this chapter has taken so long and that is also so short. I have had a terrible bout of writer's block and have been very busy the last few weeks at work. Hopefully, I will get the next chapter up faster.

Chapter Thirteen

"Jamie, come with me!"

"Nyra, just go."

"Jamie, please."

Jamie awoke suddenly in darkness. The dream had been so real. He still felt the battle on his skin and heard Nyra scream his name. He sat up in his bed with a shiver. Winter finally had made its way to the capital. He wanted to pull on his shirt, but the cold air felt good. He got to his feet and walked over to the window.

Autumn had come to the capital. The night air bit into the skin and only went deeper. He shivered a little as he took a deep breath. In the last few nights, all he had done was dream of Nyra. Some nights it was of when she left, and the others they were in different places with large armies around them. Nyra was always leading them too.

Jamie decided to get dressed. He knew that his duties didn't start until late that morning, but he couldn't stand to be in the room any longer. He would walk the streets again if he had too. That had become a new habit too. He pulled his cloak on as he walked from the room.

The air was cooler outside than the thought. The wind had not felt like that. He checked his sword one more time and started walking. The city and the world looked different now. He could see the corruption and lies everywhere. It didn't take long for Jamie to find himself at the brothel he had hid Nyra. Somehow, he always ended up here. He even looked up at the window that she used to look out of. He didn't know why he missed her so much. He used to think that there was no other woman in his life but Cersi. Ever since he kissed Nyra, he found himself longing for her.

"It's a little early for business, your grace," a voice snapped Jamie back to the moment.

Jamie turned to find Littlefinger walking toward him. He tried not to roll his eyes as the man walked closer to him. Littlfinger was dressed in brighter robes than usual. That usually meant that there was a small council meeting he would be at later.

"I'm not here for business," Jamie said shortly.

Littlefinger only nodded and motioned for Jamie to follow him inside. The smell of the brothel still caught Jamie by surprise. He hated that he had exposed Nyra to all of this, but this was the only place that she would be safe. He tried to hide what he was thinking as they walked toward Littlefinger's study. Jamie felt the women watching him. He wouldn't blush.

"Shut the door," Littlefinger ordered.

Jamie did as he was told. He looked around the little room, trying to focus on anything but the chair Littlefinger wanted him to sit in. Littlfinger must have sensed Jamie's unease as he pretended to simple things.

"How is Nyra?" he suddenly asked.

Jamie felt as if he knocked the wind out of him. He turned to him, feeling very strange. His fingers itched to pull his sword and kill the man right there. However, he knew that was what Littlefinger wanted.

"I don't know how she is," Jamie finally admitted.

Littlefinger looked up with a smile. "I do."

Jamie's fingers slipped from his sword as he looked up. This was the only news that he wanted to hear. He stared at Littlefinger for a long moment; the man before him wanted something. He was not just going to tell him about Nyra without getting something in return.

"What do you want?" Jamie asked with an edge to his voice.

Littlefinger gave him a look. Jamie knew what it meant.

"Your sister is pressuring me to find Sansa Stark," Littlefinger took a drink of some wine he poured. "The last person to see Sansa was you."

"When I saw her, she was in your protection."

Littlefinger nodded. "But somehow she escaped my protection."

Jamie swallowed the lump in his throat. He still remembered the day he took Sansa from Littlefinger's men. It hadn't been hard. Most of them didn't want to cross blades with the Kingslayer. That made things easier; however, he killed a few men who were completely loyal to Littlefinger. Jamie turned to him and saw how he was accessing him.

"It sounds like you need better men," Jamie gave him the best smile he could muster.

Littlefinger smiled back at him. Jamie almost felt a shiver go down his back. The man in front of him knew what Jamie had done. The thought worried him. Littlefinger could destroy everything. All it would take would be going to his sister. Jamie turned back to the man. His fingers touched his sword hilt again.

"Don't even think about it," Littlefinger warned. "I have kept your secret, but I could easily change my mind."

"I'm not telling you where Sansa is."

Littlefinger grinned and sat down behind his desk. He had the power, and Jamie knew it. He probably already knew where Sansa was, and this was a nice trick to make him talk. But there was something more. He knew if Nyra was safe and maybe even where she was.

"What do you want from me, Littlefinger?" Jamie asked finally ready to end the game.

Littlefinger stared at Jamie for a long moment. The game was pretty much done. This was Jaime's way of conceding. He just wanted to know where Nyra was.

"I want Sansa Stark," he growled.

Jamie swallowed. The only thing he could do was tell the truth. He had gotten Sansa out of Littlefinger's control, but where she was now, he had no idea. The people he left her with were going to take her to Winterfell or where Nyra was.

"I don't know where she is," Jamie admitted truthfully. "After she was taken from you, I don't where they took her."

Littlefinger stared at him for a long time. Jaime swallowed, hoping Littlefinger would let it lie. He saw the man calculating and trying to figure out his next move.

"That's not enough to get Nyra," Littlefinger grinned.

Jamie rushed the man in front of him so fast that he didn't have a chance to think. Jamie pressed his fingers against Littlefinger's throat. He would kill him even if thought it would keep Nyra safe.

"Where is she?" Jamie growled.

Littlefinger laughed. "She is with Stannis."

Jamie stepped back but still held Littlefinger. None of this made any sense. Nyra would not have run to Stannis unless she was in terrible danger. He looked back down at the man under his hand.

"Where is Stannis?" he snarled.

It took a moment but Littlefinger finally answered. "Hardenknot."

Jamie didn't even slow down until he saw the stable. He didn't even bother the stable boy; he just went to his horse's stable and brought him out to saddle him. He started to mount up when a young page came running out.

"My lord," the boy said half out of breath. "The queen is looking for you."

Jamie looked down at the boy, knowing that the boy would catch all the Seven Hells if Jamie told him to go back. He felt the horse dance under him. He felt Jamie's tension. Jamie finally turned to the boy.

"Tell the queen you missed me," Jamie ordered and pushed the horse forward.

"But, my lord."

"Just tell her!"

Jamie didn't wait for anymore protests. He spurred his horse, allowing him to run straight out of the stable. He knew that he needed provisions and men, but all he could think of was getting to Nyra. He pushed his horse hard and never stopped to look back at the place he called home.