Sansa sat at a small table across from Tywin, it had been the first time she had seen him since their first night on the road. He had invited her to his tent to eat that evening, which wouldn't have been to terrible if Ser Jaime hadn't been the one to escort her there. She was extremely uncomfortable around him and the way he spoke to her, it was almost as if he was trying to seduce her away from his own father.

"I apologize I have not spent more time with you my dear, but I fear traveling these roads in time of war is still quite dangerous. I have spent most of my time with the men, ensuring your safety." Tywin looked her over as she sat before him, nodding in approval that she continued to wear the Lannister colors and the necklace he had given her.

"I understand My Lord, I am sure we will have plenty of time once we arrive at Casterly Rock." She smiled slightly as she sipped at her wine.

Tywin let out a chuckle and shook his head, "still so formal with me, you know you do not have to address me so." He saw her nod slightly, "I trust my son has been treating you well?" He cast a glance to the end of the tent where Jaime stood just outside of.

Sansa nearly choked on her wine at his question, but nodded with a smile. "He has been a very dutiful sworn shield. I could not ask for better protection my lo… Tywin."

He smiled at her when she spoke his name, knowing it was difficult for the young girl to address him so informally. He watched as she sipped her wine and picked at her food before speaking again. "I expect we should only need to spend one more night on the road before we arrive. I am sure sleeping in a proper bed is something you long for."

Sansa nodded slightly, "I must admit, though the carriage is full of pillows, it is still not as comfortable as a bed is." She then took a deep breath before speaking again, "and it is quite colder when I sleep alone."

"Worry not my love," he slowly stood from his chair and moved to her side of the table, "soon you shall share my bed again." He then leaned down and placed a kiss to the top of her head before calling for Jaime.

As the man stepped into the tent, Sansa couldn't help but turn away from him, gulping down the rest of her wine while she listened to the two men talk.

"Please escort the Lady back to her carriage, we will have an early start to our travels to ensure we arrive to Casterly Rock within the next day." He then turned to Sansa as she slowly stood from her chair. "My lady, I bid you a goodnight." He took her hand, placing a kiss on the top of it before offering her hand to Jaime to take.

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Sandor sat in the trees just outside of the camp, careful to stay within the shadows. He had been able to find where they had been keeping Sansa during the night. Her carriage was not far from Tywin's tent, and near the middle of the camp. This was going to be more difficult then he originally imagined.

He watched carefully as the men moved around, trying to get an idea of how many would be guarding her through the night and how many would be asleep. His heart nearly stopping when he caught sight of her walking to the carriage. She was in a dark red dress, one that hugged her figure perfectly. Her hair was hanging free, letting the wind blow it behind her as she walked. The moonlight reflecting in the auburn locks was almost enough to send him into a trance. She was a vision of perfection.

His calmness suddenly turned to rage when she caught sight of the man who had been escorting her, the Kingslayer. He had to bite his own tongue to keep from letting out a yell of rage, the thought of that man holding his little bird was enough to send him into a rage so severe, if any man were to cross him, they would surely be dead before they could speak a word. He could tell by the look on Sansa's face that she was not happy to be escorted by him, but the man seemed extremely pleased with himself.

Every move the Kingslayer made, Sandor watched carefully. He did not like how close he was holding Sansa, and how he would glance to her with a look in his eyes that was surely one not to be trusted. His hand instinctively went to the hilt of his sword as he watched them. When the Kingslayer stopped in front of her carriage, Sandor kept a close eye on them, his blood reaching a boiling point when the man dared to grab Sansa and force his lips on hers.

"Stop!" Arya had grabbed at his arm, trying to keep quiet as she kept him from giving himself away. "You go running out now, and we're as good as dead!"

Sandor grumbled a bit, kneeling back down as he turned back in time to see Sansa slap the man hard across the face before climbing into her carriage. 'That's my little bird.' He couldn't help but grin at the look on the Kingslayers face.

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"My father is absolutely beside himself with you, as I am sure you have noticed." Jaime held Sansa close as he walked her through the camp. "Though I still do not believe he deserves such a beautiful bride."

Sansa had closed her eyes a moment before looking ahead as they walked. "You should not say such things to me. If your father were to hear them I am sure he would-"

"Would what? Strip me of my titles?" He laughed a bit, "oh wait, he's already done that." His last words came out in more of a bitter tone. "I should still be in the Kingsguard, but he thought I was not worthy. So now I play babysitter to his little wife." His arm had tightened around hers as he spoke causing her to gasp slightly.

She tried to wiggle her arm free but he held her tight, "you're hurting me!" She turned her head to look up at him as he stopped in front of her carriage.

"What would my father do if I stole you away from him? What would he do if he lost his pretty little wife?" He had placed both of his hand on her shoulders, turning her to face him directly.

Her blue eyes widened as she looked up at him, his green eyes devouring her as he looked her over. "Let me go…" Her words were soft, not a demand but more of a plea.

"You can't tell me you would prefer the company of that old man over me." He slowly began to lower his head closer to hers, "I could be more than he'll ever be." Before she could even gasp, she found his lips pressing hard onto hers.

She struggled to pull free but his grip was strong. He kissed her hard for a moment before finally releasing her. She looked up at him a moment, her face completely flushed. Suddenly she slapped him hard across the face. "Don't you ever do that again!" She then climbed into her carriage, refusing to even look back before she closed the doors behind her.

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"Is there something wrong My Lady?" Tyina had entered the carriage early the next morning. She found Sansa sitting up, looking completely exhausted.

"I… I just could not sleep." She looked to her handmaiden a moment before looking away again. Truth was, she couldn't get the previous night out of her mind. She could not believe how forward Jaime was being with her. How could this man want to betray his father like this?

"Perhaps some essence of nightshade my lady?" Tyina looked at her a moment, "you could sleep while we travel, the ladies and I could follow behind the carriage while you rest."

Sansa looked at the woman a moment and nodded, "yes, perhaps that is a good idea." She watched as Tyina quickly left to get her the remedy she needed. Though the truth was, it wasn't sleep she needed.

'I need you… Sandor.'

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(((So Arya and Sandor have found the camp, what next?)))

~Huggles~