Anya didn't know how long she had been in the camp. Jaime Lannister had deemed her not worthy of being kept in his tent. She had been sent to an empty tent and had been kept guard there. While she had not been tied to anything, she suspected her chances of escaping where slim. No doubt Jaime Lannister had guards surrounding her.

She suspected three days had passed since she had been captured. No one spoke to her, nor did anyone bother to tell her what was happening. They were still camped outside of Moat Cailin, but she had not heard anything but the raucous noise from the Lannister army. She only hoped Sansa had gotten away along with everyone else from Winterfell.

It was the third evening when Jaime graced her with his presence once more, pushing the flap to the tent open and moving inside, his good hand holding a bowl. He offered it out to her and Anya took it hesitantly, looking down at the broth inside of it as Jaime rolled his eyes and sat on the chair in the corner of the tent.

"I have not poisoned it," Jaime assured her.

"And why should I believe you?"

"You have not eaten anything since you arrived," Jaime informed her. "Believe me, if I were to kill you then it would be with a sword, not poison."

Anya was still unsure about trusting him, but the smell was enough to make her stomach rumble. She looked over to him and handed him the broth back, dropping her hands to her hips as Jaime watched her with intrigue. She certainly was a strong one, full of determination.

"Take a sip and prove it," she demanded and Jaime did so without any hesitance, opening his mouth wide and making an 'ah' noise as he thrust the bowl back to her and she perched on the side of the bed.

"Happy?" Jaime demanded and she took a sip herself while Jaime chuckled. "You really are a bold thing, aren't you? Not at all like the Southern ladies I have encountered."

"I'm not Southern," Anya reminded him. "Besides, if you want to stay alive then there is no point in being meek and mild, is there?"

"Excellent point," Jaime responded and moved his hand into his jerkin. "And speaking of staying alive, your husband seems to have caught wind of your capture. He is not entirely happy with me, I must say. Apparently if I do not release you then he will slay every Lannister man who gets in his way."

Anya kept still, placing the bowl in her lap as Jaime read the letter in his head once more as Anya longed to look to it and see Jon's scrawl. At least he was alive and well enough to be making threats against people's lives.

"Of course, he does know that we have numbers to match his army," Jaime declared and Anya let her shoulders shrug up and down. "But your husband should not fret. I have no intention of killing you. Another thought has occurred to me."

"And what thought would that be?" Anya enquired from him.

"Taking you back to King's Landing." He spoke and Anya scoffed.

"Excuse me?" she demanded from him. "And what would that achieve? Are you absolutely mental?"

Jaime chuckled and tilted his head to the side. "Not entirely," he informed her. "However, I hear your husband has been working alongside the Targaryen girl. He has pledged his fealty to her. Once he has finished battling the White Walkers then he will return to King's Landing and pledge his allegiance to House Lannister."

"And what makes you think he would do that?" Anya demanded from him. "You murdered his father."

"Not me personally," Jaime responded. "And I am certain that he shall do it if he wants to see his wife alive and well. You see, a part of me had wondered if he truly loved you while I waited to hear word from him. I wondered if he had simply married you because he…well…I don't know. I thought that they would be lacking in females beyond the Wall and you were the closest thing to a good looking whore he could find."

"You're a bastard," Anya informed him and Jaime chuckled and shrugged.

"Many agree," he told her. "But then I received that message. I received that message and I knew that he loved you. I knew that there could be no denying that he loved you after reading it. That is why I am convinced that he will come back for you."

Anya shook her head. "And if he comes with the Targaryen girl to overthrow you from the Iron Throne?"

"If he works against us then we slit your throat before he enters the gates," Jaime informed her. "And if he even thinks of betraying us he can think again because he will not be having you back until the Targaryen girl and her army is destroyed. Do you understand that?"

"And if I refuse?" Anya asked from him. "If I refuse to go back with you?"

"How could you?" Jaime asked. "What? Do you think you can escape?"

"If I escape then I die," Anya told him, standing up from the bed and lacing her fingers together. "And quite clearly I am no good to you dead if you want this plan to succeed."

"You are correct," Jaime declared and moved over to the entrance of the tent and Anya knew what she had to do. She had to move quickly before she let her nerves get the best of her. "Ment, I need some rope to bind the little Queen up with."

With his back to her, Anya moved to the other side of the tent, finding where it had been pegged to the ground before she pushed the peg upwards and moved with haste, finding enough room to slip underneath the material. She pushed her body to the other side of the tent before she heard Jaime yell her name.

Rushing through the encampment, Anya was glad that it was dark and most of the men had gone to bed. She moved with haste, pushing her body as fast as it would go through the rows of tents, knowing that they had to end somehow. As she came to the edge of the encampment, she saw them and felt her body grow sick at the sight of them.

The bodies of her guard had been dumped in a heap outside of the rows of tents, left to rot. Flies swarmed over them and Anya placed her hands over her mouth, wondering how she could have ever trusted someone like Jaime Lannister to keep them safe.

Knowing that she couldn't mourn them, Anya began to move off once more, running as fast as her feet would take her. But it wasn't fast enough. She had no idea how he had caught her up, but he had done. He was calling her name, yelling at her to stop running away, but she didn't want to. She didn't want to stop and see his face.

Finding a forest of trees, she knew that her best hope was to hide in there and out of sight. She tried to keep quiet, her back pressing against the trunks of the trees as she felt her breathing grow erratic. Fear took over her as she heard other voices besides his in the forest.

"Here, little Queen…come out…" one taunted her.

"Come out you Wildling whore…"

"We know you're here…"

Anya continued to move, her hands shaking as she moved through the forest and saw nothing in her sight. She moved off again, this time running through the trees. She knew that the noise of the snapping branches underneath her feet would give her away, but she couldn't dwell on that. She moved with haste, pushing her body forwards.

She didn't know how far she got before she felt the arm around her waist that suddenly appeared from behind one of the trees. Shrieking loudly, Anya wailed, kicking and trying to fight her way from the man's grip as he wrestled her to the ground, his hands wrapping over her wrists as he kept them by her sides and his legs straddled her waist. Anya tried to kick, but she was achieving nothing as the rest of the search party found her. She yelled loudly, refusing to beg, however, as she felt her wrists being lifted above her head and tied together.

"You're fast, little Queen," Jaime said, gasping for breath as he came to see her hauled to her feet, her gown filthy and her hair matted after her tumble. "But not quite fast enough."

"I won't let you do this to Jon," Anya said, shaking her head back and forth as Jaime chuckled.

"I don't think you have a choice," he responded and then addressed the guard who had her in his grip. "Bring her back to the camp and lock her in a cage. She's proven that she can't be trusted."

Anya tried to fidget her way from the man's grip, but it was no use as he overpowered her and kept her in his grip. She only wondered what Jon would do when he heard the news.

…

He could hardly believe what he was reading. His mouth was dry and his throat clenched as the words processed in his mind. Anger took hold of his body and his hands gripped tightly around the parchment that was before him. Moving around the tent, Jon knew what he had to do. He had no other option. The choice of allowing Anya to die was not one he entertained. His wife would always come before anyone else. But he knew that declaring his allegiance to the Lannisters would not be possible.

They had murdered his father. They were trying to murder his sister. And now they threatened his wife's life. No, he could not kneel before them, not truly.

"I need to write to Daenerys," Jon said, his voice full of determination as he stormed across the tent, failing to look to Davos as he searched for parchment. "I need to tell her of this development. She might be looking to take the Iron Throne, but we need her to destroy the White Walkers first."

"And what are we doing?" Davos wondered as Jon sat at his desk, inhaling a sharp breath. Davos moved to stand behind Jon, looking down onto the parchment, but Jon had not moved his quill to it yet. "We turned around as soon as we heard about the Queen, but now we know that if we do not go and fight there will be hoards of White Walkers on our trail. If we don't kill them then there will be no Queen to go and fight for."

"I know," Jon declared, slamming his fist down on the table as anger took hold of his body. "I know all of that, but I also know we cannot destroy the White Walkers alone."

"And the Queen?" Davos wondered. "You will never bend the knee to the Lannisters."

"If the Lannisters catch wind of me working alongside the Targaryen girl to kill White Walkers then there will be nothing left of Anya by the time I arrive in King's Landing."

"Then what are you proposing?" Davos asked and Jon moved his hand to his chin, running his fingers along it as he shook his head slowly.

"I will write to the Targaryen girl and tell her my predicament," Jon spoke. "I shall head to King's Landing and declare my allegiance to them…but only I shall go. No other House in the North would swear fealty to them."

"And do you know what they will do?" Davos demanded from Jon. "If they find out that you have gone running to the Lannisters then they will desert you, Jon. They will never serve them-"

"-They do not need to," Jon interrupted. "It will not reach that stage. I will tell them the truth. I will tell them that they have my wife, but under no circumstances are they to fight the Targaryen girl."

"You're playing them?"

"Aye," Jon said in a low voice. "If the Lannisters think they can get away with this then they are mistaken. I will ride to King's Landing and do what I need to save my wife without taking my army."

"This is dangerous," Davos mumbled. "If they catch wind of you trying to betray them then you know what they will do."

"Aye," Jon said, closing his eyes as a moment of fear took over him. "I just can't let them."

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A/N: Let me know what you think!