Sansa hadn't meant to say she loved Jaime. At least she didn't think she had. She only knew that the thought of his being executed scared her. She didn't want to lose any more people that she cared about and she did care about him. How could she have allowed herself to do that? What had she thought was going to happen? That he would somehow manage to get rid of the Boltons and come live with her at Winterfell? Or that he would ask her to marry him and be the Lady of the Rock? Whatever this was between them, it was going to be temporary whether she wanted it to be or not. Had he realized that all along?

It was difficult to be patient as they waited for the sailors to come back with news from the mainland. Jaime and Sansa sat silently on the bed reading on the second day after the men went ashore and they were interrupted by a knock on their cabin door. Jaime went to answer it. Their Captain stood on the other side.

"Captain Edwin." Jaime said.

"You've won your bet." The man said, placing a handful of coins in Jaime's hand. "Seems the new Queen wants you dead."

"What?" Jaime tried to pretend he had no idea what the man was talking about.

Captain Edwin stepped out of the hallway and into the room, closing the door behind him. "I've known for a while who you were. You fit all the descriptions. Frankly, I knew and I didn't care, at least not when I took you on board. If some knight steals a Lord's wife it's nothing to me. But if a Queen orders a man executed along with anyone who dares to hide him...well I do care about that."

"Are you telling us you want us off your ship?" Jaime asked concerned.

"Seven hells no! I'm telling you I'm turning this ship around and taking us all back to Bear Island." He said.

"I don't understand." Sansa spoke up.

"If if go to Lannisport now it will put everyone on this ship at risk. The fact is I was born in the north. I serve House Mormont my lady. The Mormonts serve House Stark. I'd rather serve a new Queen in the North than a new one in the South and I know I'm not the only one who thinks that way. And I'll not hand over for execution the man who rescued the last Stark. I'll take you both back to Bear Island and at least put up a good fight before I'll do that." Edwin said.

Jaime looked to Sansa to see what she made of all this. She seemed in shock. "Thank you." Jaime said to Edwin.

The older man nodded. "There's no sense in calling yourself Beric after this." Edwin said with a laugh as he left them.

"Do you really think anyone would try to crown me Queen of the North?" Sansa asked Jaime as the door closed.

"They might."

"I don't want to be a Queen." She said.

"Which is exactly the reason why you'd make a good one." Jaime told her.

That night as they were kissing Jaime lightly tugged at the hem of her shift as if to get her to take it off. She pulled away from him gently.

"Maybe we shouldn't." She said. "Maybe that was what caused all the bleeding before."

"I doubt it… I don't know much about these things though… you could be right...but I thought…" He didn't know how to say that he thought she hadn't wanted the child anyway so it shouldn't matter. He wouldn't say that.

"I know. You're right. I didn't want this baby. I don't want this baby. Somehow, I just can't bring myself to knowingly end this." She said, teary eyed,

"They should have a maester on Bear Island. He'll be able to tell you what's safe and what isn't." He said.

"I'm sorry." Sansa said, meeting his eyes.

"Sansa, I don't care. Really. I'm happy just to be near you." Jaime told her and he meant every word of it.