`Jacqueline was escorted to the prisoners cells by Theon and the larger man, whose name she had learned was Greatjon, Lord of House Umber. Originally, Robb had denied her request but after she walked out of the tent in search of her horse, the King in the North had agreed to allow her to see the Kingslayer. Robb appeared determine for to her stay the night in his camp, and Jacqueline was going to find out exactly why but first she wanted to speak with Jaime. When asked about her request, she played if off as a stipulation from Tyrion, to make sure the oldest Lannister son was still alive and not dead.

The ground grew more muddy as Jacqueline followed Theon away from the meeting tent and towards a small collection of cells made of wood that contained the prisoners from recent battles. Greatjon walked silently beside her; he shortened his steps to accommodate Jacqueline's short legs and stride. The sun had began to disappear behind a forest of trees in the distance, casing the camp in a dark reddish light. Jacqueline tried to scan the faces of those men in the cages looking for Jaime but she didn't see him in any of the cells.

Jacqueline was too busy looking for a familiar face in the cells that she didn't notice the lone man chained to a wooden pole in front of them until she nearly walked into Theon, who had stopped. The man in front of them had one leg tucked under him with the other stretched out on the rough ground. Jaime's golden hair was hidden beneath a layer of brown mud and grime, as were his clothes. He was facing to the left, away from Jacqueline and her escorts. "You have three minutes." Theon said in the same harsh tone he had used with her earlier. "And don't try anything."

Jacqueline ignored Theon's last comment as she stepped around the Greyjoy boy and made her way over to Jaime Lannister. After first glance, he looked every different. There was a large red cut across his forehead above his right eye and much of his face was covered in a dark untrimmed beard and dirt. Along with the heavy chains that bound his arms to the wooden pole, a thick iron collar was placed around his neck to further restrict his movements. But when his green eyes looked up to see Jacqueline standing there, his lips moved into a familiar smirk and he was the normal Jaime she had always known again.

His voice was a bit hoarse when he spoke. "Lady Baratheon, what are you doing here?" Ser Jaime asked as she lowered herself to his level, careful not to get too much mud on her dress.

"Your brother sent me." Jaime's brows ceased in mild confusion. Jacqueline had forgotten that Jaime had spent the past month or so in captivity and was not privy to the ongoings in King's Landing. "Your father has made Tyrion Hand of the King in his place. For the time being at least."

Jaime laughed softly. It was such a lighthearted sound that it conflicted with his current position in life. "I'm sure Cersei wasn't fond of that decision." A cold wind rolled through the camp, causing Jacqueline's black hair to blow into her face. She froze but it wasn't because of the wind. Jacqueline had almost managed to forget about Jaime and Cersei on her journey from the capitol. It was delusional, she knew, to try and separate Cersei's betrayal from Jaime. But it was the only way she could keep herself from hating Jaime. And she didn't want to hate him.

Jacqueline considered asking him about the rumors for a moment. Things would be easier if she heard Jaime deny the allegations. But if they were true, and all tangible evidence suggested that they were, then Jaime most likely would not deny them. And she didn't want to ruin the relationship, whatever little there was, she had with Jaime by accusing him, falsely or not, of fathering his sister's bastard children. It wasn't her place. Or at least that's what she told herself as she pushed the question from her mind.

"But why are you here?" Jaime asked, pulling Jacqueline away from her thoughts.

Jacqueline pushed her disheveled hair from her face. "Tyrion thought I would be the best person to convince the Starks to release you." Jaime raised an eyebrow and his smirk nearly shifted entirely into a genuine smile. "But he was wrong. Robb Stark won't release you. Not even in exchange for his sisters."

"Times up, my lady!" Theon called to her.

But Jacqueline ignored him. "I told you not to do anything stupid."

From the corner of her eye, she saw Theon take a step forward. "I said, 'time-"

"Shut up, Greyjoy!" Jaime yelled, starling Jacqueline slightly.

The sun had disappeared completely from the sky, clouding the camp in darkness, save for the light provided by the numerous torches riddling the Stark camp. Jacqueline's knees were beginning to ache from the uncomfortable kneeling position. "I should go." Jacqueline said, not wanting to deal with an angry Theon on her walk back.

Jacqueline went to stand but Jaime knocked his outstretched leg against Jacqueline's own, causing her to fall forward. Throwing her hands out, she hit Jaime in the chest, causing him to give a soft grunt. She landed in Jaime's lap but not before nearly headbutting him. "Jaime, what are-" He quickly pressed his rough lips to hers, stopping the words in her mouth. The kiss was brief and chaste but Jacqueline could feel herself blush all the same. Until now, Jacqueline hadn't realize how much she wanted to kiss Jaime again. She hasn't particularly fond of the way his rough beard felt against her skin but his lips felt, or the way they made her feel, was just the way she remembered. Jacqueline wanted nothing more than to stay where she was and kiss Jaime for the rest of the night. But she couldn't. Not here.

Ignoring her desires, Jacqueline carefully removed herself from Jaime's lap before speaking. "You shouldn't have done that," she whispered.

"Why?"

She looked towards her escorts. Lord Umber appeared not to have noticed the kiss but Theon had stopped in his tracks, probably on his way to pull Jacqueline away when Jaime had knocked her over. She couldn't make out his face in the darkness, but she was sure Theon wasn't pleased with what he had seen. And he wasn't likely to keep it to himself. "Because people are watching."

Jaime followed her line of sight and frowned before muttering something about strangling the Greyjoy boy. With a smile, Jacqueline stood to her full height, this time without any interference from the Kingslayer. "I have to go." She said while shaking the mud from her dress. She didn't want to say goodbye and was unsure how to do it.

But Jaime simply nodded in understanding. "Don't do anything stupid, Lady Jacqueline."

"You too, Ser Jaime." Jacqueline said before turning her back and walking away. For a second time, Jaime watched her disappear among a mass of tents, but only this time the tents were the bleak color of gray.