Maya walked cautiously inside of Bran's room, her eyes glued to his young face. Her mother looked up from the task in her hands, pools of sadness in her Tully blue eyes. Maya walked to the other side of her little brother's bed. It looked so small in the piles of furs that were on top of him. He was such a small little thing that she wondered how he lived. But she thanked the Old Gods this time that he had lived. He would wake up…he's a Stark, we are a lot harder to kill than people think. Maya sat on the side of the bed and brushed a part of his brown hair to the side.

She couldn't force any kind of smile on her face for her brother. Bran had always liked it when I smiled and now I can't even give him that. I should've been there to protect. I won't let this happen again to the rest of my family. I'm supposed to protect them; it's my duty as their older sister. Maya breathed in and out and then said, "I-I'm sorry, little brother that I wasn't there this time to protect you. I'm sorry that I broke my promise to you and to this family. There will not be a day that goes by that I won't think of you. I know I shouldn't make promises that I can't keep to you and for that I am sorry, but I will try. Always."

"Maya," Jaime said softly from the doorway. "It's time to go."

She nodded solemnly and wiped away the tears on her cheeks. She sniffled and squeezed her brother's hand. Maya leaned down and whispered very lowly in her brother's ear, "Don't give up, my pup. You never fall, Bran…never…"

Maya stood up and walked to Jaime. Just as she was walking out the door while Jaime was already down the hall, her mother said softly, "Protect the girls."

Maya nodded and heard Jaime shout her name again which was starting to really piss her off. She strode down the hall and cached up to him, her black cloak lifting off the ground. She glared at Jaime and then grabbed his hand, leading him behind a wall where they weren't seen. She slapped him across the cheek. His blonde hair was still in face as she seethed, "If you ever do that again, I will make sure that you will regret it."

She had her hands on her saddle and froze. Why did he do that? Damn Lannisters and their loss for humanity. Oh, so since they have no emotions EVERYONE has to have none as well. No, Maya, don't back down…you did the right thing slapping him. He deserved your slap so just mount your horse and ride off into the sunset- err, well, grey sunset.

"You're not even going to say good bye to your own brother," Robb said from behind.

She turned around and shrugged. "Sorry, I was too angry."

Robb seem relived. "Good, I had thought that you had already forgotten me. I'm guessing it was your betrothed."

She mocked a smile. "What makes you say that?"

"Because he striding over here right now with an angry look on his face," Robb said quickly with a worried expression.

She whirled around, fear evident on her pretty face, but saw that no one was there. Robb laughed and said, "I knew it had to do with him! That was a test, my dear sister and you failed it. Oh, my Gods, I can't believe you fell for it!"

Theon poked his head out from above and shouted, "Did she fall for it?!"

Robb nodded his head amusingly. "Yeah, Theon! She did!"

"Really?!" Theon exclaimed.

Meanwhile Maya crossed her arms over her chest and glared at them as they laughed at her. "It's not that funny, you idiots."

They both nodded furiously and Robb said, "Yes, it is. You can't be mad because you always prank us."

Theon smirked from above and mused, "The students have now become the masters!"

She rolled her eyes and said, "Calm down, Theon. Just because you've won ONCE, it doesn't mean you'll win again."

Robb hugged her tightly, still smiling. "I'm gonna miss you, you know that. You are more than my sister…you're my best friend."

"As you are mine, little brother,"

"I'm your little brother by a minute."

She shrugged. "Does not matter because I'm still the eldest."

"Are we really going to argue about this just before you leave?"

"Well, if you keep on disagreeing with me then we will," she replied.

Robb groaned and pulled away. "Sometimes I regret being your brother."

She faked a horrified gasp and looked around from side to side then whispered, "You shouldn't say that aloud or father might hear and scold you."

Robb shook his head and patted the crown of her hair saying, "Oh, how I hope you'll never change."

"Please, don't become grim."

"We're Starks and Starks need to be grim because if we're smiling then that means-"

"That the world is going to explode and we all die a horrible and painful to where the skin on our flesh starts to peel off and-"

Robb put a hand over mouth and shook his head. "Stop listening to Old Nan's stories."

She pushed his hand away and shrugged. "What? She has good 'piss in your pants' stories. Who knows I may need them someday."

Robb sighed and then hugged her again, squeezing his eyes shut. "When I see you again, you'll be Lady Lannister."

"Don't ruin the moment," she whispered.

He chuckled and they broke apart. She kissed his cheek and then mounted her horse. "Where's Winter?"

Robb looked around and smiled sadly when he saw Grey Wind put his head on Winter's as if they were hugging good-bye to each other. Robb pointed to them and Maya turned on her horse. She smiled at them and then squeezed Robb's arm, "Write to me or I'll hurt you the next time I see you."

She urged her horse away from her brother and to Jon, who smiled at her as if he were relived. She looked more closely at Jon and eyed him suspiciously," What did my mother say to you?"

"Nothing."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Jon…"

He sighed. "If I tell you then you're going to try to fix it."

"That's not true."

"Yes, it is and that's nothing to be ashamed about. Sometimes your compassion does cloud your judgment though."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Is there something you want to tell me?"

"Why does the Kingslayer, your husband, have redness on his cheek and has an irritated expression on his face?"

"Well, he said something I didn't like so I slapped him." She muttered, looking down at the reins in her hands.

"What did he say?"

"What did mother say to you?" she countered.

He smirked and urged his horse forward. She scowled at him.

"Now, I'm curious as to why you even slapped my brother?" Tyrion said as he rode next to her.

She smiled sweetly at him. "I love your hair where did you-"

"Don't avoid the subject," he responded.

"I'm not avoiding it."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not. The subject is protecting the king so I'm just going to stay back here and-"

"Lady Maya! Come here!" King Robert shouted from the front.

She groaned and Tyrion said, "Now there's no way to avoid the subject now, May."

She rolled her eyes and rode next to the king. "Yes, Your Grace?"

"If you could anywhere, where would it be?" he asked curiously.

"Lys," she answered immediately.

The king roared with laughter, "Now there is someone who knows what they want!"

Maya laughed as well. "What do you want, my king?"

The king sighed, his laughter dying down. "I want many things. One of them, I can't have anymore."

Maya smiled sadly at him. "I am sorry…that is very, well, there are no words to describe that kind of pain."

He turned his head to look at her. "Your compassion is something that has died out in this world."

She shook her head. "There are still some with compassion just it's hard to find them. The people have been through hell these past decades and I'm not surprised that some are selfish and greedy."

"Ah, Ned!" The king greeted as her father rode up beside him.

"Your Grace," he greeted back.

"Your daughter is very wise," he praised.

Her father smiled and she said, "I'm going to spend some time with my brother before he leaves."

She turned her horse around and went to Jon.

Maya breathed in and out as she leaned against the tree, far away from the Inn. It was already sundown. She needed to get away and be alone for a little while. It was the hardest she had ever done when saying good bye to Jon. It was worse than her good bye to Robb because there was a chance the she would never see Jon again because of the Night's Watch. She even cried when hugging him, but he told her to stop crying because they would see each other again even if he had to get a bad excuse just to come and see her.

Winter was gloomy as well, her head down and she would whimper softly as she laid down on the ground next to the tree. I will see him again, she kept on telling herself over and over again. Winter's head shot up and she started to growl lowly. Maya whirled around and was greeted by the sight of Jaime Lannister. She furiously wiped away her tears and stood up straight, refusing to show any more emotion in front of this man no matter what.

"What is it? What do you want?" she asked coldly.

He came closer and Winter sat up, high alert. "I saw you ride off here and I was wondering if you were ok." He said awkwardly.

She eyed him like he had three heads. "Why?"

"I don't know. Maybe because I wanted to see if you were…it doesn't matter. The point is are you well?" he asked, more annoyed and frustrated.

"I'm perfectly fine, Lannister. No need to worry you're pretty little blonde head about it."

She moved to walk past him, but he suddenly caught her wrist, not turning her he said, "I do like violent women, but sometimes it gets on my nerves."

What is with him and my wrist…maybe he should just marry that instead since he likes grabbing it so much. "I wouldn't have to slap you if you weren't so heartless."

"You shouldn't have slapped me in the first place," he snapped then turned her around to face him.

"You shouldn't have been so rude to come barging into a grieving mother's son's bedroom demanding to go." She snapped right back.

"You should've made time to see him."

"You shouldn't have been so arrogant enough to think that I'll actually listen to you."

He inched closer, his grip tightening on her wrist. "You shouldn't think that you actually have a choice to do anything when we're married."

She inched even closer, their noses barely touching as she sneered lowly, "And you shouldn't think that you actually have so much power over me."

Jaime suddenly crashed his lips onto hers hard. The kiss was rough and it surprised the hell out of Maya when he brought her body closer to his, one hand in her hair and the other on her lower back. His lips were beyond experienced that it made her feel like a child or like she was dumb. Jaime moved his lips with hers, his lips consuming hers and then she pushed him away. She raised her hand to slap him, but he caught her wrist yet again. They both were breathing heavily, her chest heaving up and down in rage mostly. His emerald green eyes searched her face, looking in her eyes last. The urge to touch her lips was excruciating because there was that same very small spark that she felt when they had skin to skin contact and now it was when he had kissed her. She wondered if he felt it too, but decided against it to ask the knight.

"What is it about you…" he trailed off after looking at her lips.

He leaned in to kiss her again and she bent down and went under his armpit away from him saying, "No, no, no."

He stumbled forward and she gave him a nervous smile when he turned around with a slightly confused expression on his face. She stiffened and continued, "So we should just get back to the uh camp."

"Why aren't you blushing?"

She scrunched her eyebrows. "I don't know. Blushing isn't my thing…I don't blush that easily."

He smirked. "What if I showed my cock to you?"

"Wow, that sounded a little desperate, Ser Jaime," she said.

He came closer to her as she crossed her arms over her chest. "I just want to see you blush."

"Well, you're not going to because you're never going to be the cause of my blush," she said happily and then turned to walk away, but he pulled her again flush against his chest.

She groaned and tried to push him, but froze when his hand went to her butt. Her eyes flickered in shock as they widened. She gulped as he gripped it. She could feel the tips the of his fingers of his right hand digging into her behind. She smirked. "See, you can't make me blush no matter what you do, Lannister. Like I said before, your charms and appearance have no effect on me."

He frowned and opened his mouth to reply when a Lannister guard cleared his throat and said, "Ser Jaime?"

Jaime broke away from her and turned to the guard, he used his well sculptured body to block her from view. "What is it?" he snapped.

She straightened out her skirts and strained to look over his shoulder eventually jumping to see. The Lannister guard tried to ignore her, but his eyes would go to her ever so often as he said, "Uh, uh, well, it involves the queen she wants to see you immediately."

She moved around him and smiled at the guard. "Hello? Have you my sisters around?"

"Um, I think, my lady that you should talk to Lord Stark."

"Why can't you just tell me?"

"I, uh-"

"Tell me. I command you to." She said sternly.

"Lady Arya's direwolf injured the prince so the queen wanted blood for her son, but her wolf was gone, my lady…so the queen ordered for Lady Sansa's wolf to be killed which Lord Stark is doing right now."

Without another word, she ran through the woods and back to the camp. She gasped as she saw Lady dead, her fur stained with blood from her neck. Then she heard Winter howl loudly so that her other brothers and sister could hear the death of their sister. Maya looked at her father, who came up to her and hugged her. She wouldn't cry…not yet. She was beyond sadness and rage filled her entire body as she thought about the queen and the prince. She couldn't look away from Lady's corpse; she saw Winter walk up to it and nuzzled her nose under her chin then whimper. She pulled away from her father and muttered, "I have to go see the girls."

She walked further into the camp and searched for Stark banners.

"Lady Maya?" a soft yet manipulative voice called from behind her.

"Yes, my queen?" she said as she turned around.

"My brother's tent is the other way."

"Why would I be in his tent…I-we aren't married."

"Yet, little wolf. Not yet, but soon once we get to King's Landing, you'll be my sister," Queen Cersei came closer. "So why not get used to the idea of sleeping next to your husband-to-be."

She smiled at the queen and nodded. "Of course. But I am also a Tully so Family goes first then my duty and then my honor. And right now my family needs me."

"That wolf business was a bit nasty, but perhaps one day you'll learn that you would do anything for your children."

"Perhaps not though, your grace," Maya said. "I'm not a very optimistic person so I wouldn't count on me getting pregnant with your brother's spawn."

"Careful, little wolf," she warned. "You wouldn't to be my enemy. You have no idea of the things that I am capable of."

Maya inched closer to the queen, feeling bold. "No, your grace, it is you who does not know. You don't know what I'm capable of."

Maya turned and walked to her sister's tent. She went inside and saw the two girls as silent as a crypt and in bed facing away from each other. This going to be a lot harder than I thought. She sighed and said loudly, "I know you two aren't awake so you might as well sit up and face me."

They didn't answer her so she sighed, "I get it…you're both mad at each other. But you can't stay mad at each other especially not after tonight. I know you probably don't want to hear me right now, but that sucks for you two pups because you have to. Right now, we are at our weakest and we are going to a dangerous place so now's not the time to go against each other. We are wolves and we stick together. We have to or we'll do more than just break apart…we will fall just like snow does in winter and winter is coming." She sighed, shaking her head. "Just please think it over. Goodnight, my little wolves."

Maya walked out of the tent feeling very sleepy and just plain exhausted. She didn't want to, but she really wanted to sleep so she looked for Jaime's tent which was in the direction in which the queen had referred to earlier. She peeked her head into the tent and saw that it was empty. She shrugged and went inside of it, glancing around. Talk about Lannister pride much. Even I'm not this conceded.

"I see that you found your way," Jaime said amusingly as he came from behind the curtain that blocked the tub.

"Your sister told me. She hates me now," Maya replied.

Jaime laughed and replied, "She hates everyone. Don't take it personally."

Maya realized that he wasn't wearing a tunic, but only breeches. He raised an eyebrow at her and asked, "Aren't you going to change into your nightgown?"

"Not with you looking like a pervert," she scowled and then turned to walk behind the curtain. She saw her white long nightgown and started to peel off her gown.

Jaime was putting away his armor when he turned around and foolishly saw her undress, the red see-through curtain not giving her any privacy. He saw the curves of her body only the back of her though he silently wished that he could see the front of her. The candles flickered against her skin as she was now naked as her nameday. Once he felt his cock twitch, he quickly turned away from her and sat on the bed. She came out and stood awkwardly.

"Well, I'm going to sleep on the floor."

"No, you can sleep on the bed."

"Are you sleeping on the bed too?"

"Yes, why does that matter?"

"Because I don't want to sleep next to you, no offense and all. I'll just take these," she took a pillow from the bed and one of the silk sheets. She made bed on the floor near the bed and said as she turned her body away from him, "Good night."

"Rose, you can come onto the bed…I'll keep my hands to myself."

"After what happened today I just want to sleep alone for as long as I can," she said softly.

Jaime blew out all the candles and went inside the sheets and then replied softly to her, "Sweet dreams, little wife."

TBC…

SORRY FOR THE OVERDO UPDATE. THANK YOU ALL FOR THE REVIEWS, FOLLOWS, AND FAVORITES! I hope you all liked this chapter. I'm unsure about it though because I feel like it's just a little bit too fast for these two, but if you all liked it then ok I'm good with it. I'll try to update a lot quicker, but with like 13 stories… can you blame me for being a little late.

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