A/N:

Hi all! Here's the weekly update.

Thanks again to all my readers and reviewers! You guys are great:

DamonSalvatorelover (I try!), FollowtheSun22 (I'm glad you like her choice! And thanks! I hope it's good...), Guest (Glad this chapter helped! But she is actually goign with Jaime, as you will soon see. And I'm glad you like her choice! Silly Renly), Guest (hehe glad you noticed those things! And here's the next part :D), Guest (I hope this is soon enough and thanks!), Honor is a horse (I won't disagree with her naivety. I can just say that after being in the Red Keep for so long threw off her need to play nice. I'm not even sure if there is a stable position in this series. Maybe if you're hiding away somewhere like Rickon. And I guess we'll just see what the dream means!).

Thanks so much guys! Also two more notes:

one is that I actually went on a writing splurge before I start work and future chapters may get a teensy more political-war oriented. I suppose that was bound to happen.

two is that I was recently informed by the author Maddie Rose that she is holding a Summer Award for this fandom. I just wanted to help spread the word, and you all can vote for your favorite stories through a link on her page. And now that I write this, it seems like a shameless plug. Oof. Not my intention. Ah. Ignore me.

Moving on:

Disclaimer: I am not GRRM. Nope.

Jaime unlocked the cart door one last time to rob the fallen soldier of his clothes. They did not fit him too well, the young soldier too small and narrow to match Jaime's broader and taller frame. There was blood by the collar, soaking into the mesh of fibers, but Jaime did not seem to care. Cass just sat there as he changed, back towards him, waiting for a northman to find them and stop them from leaving. A part of her was scared that would happen, and another part prayed for it. Why is no one here? She remembered Robb saying he would relax the guard a bit, but the army seemed thinner too. Some men had left before with Ned Stark and even more later on, but Cass had thought they would come back or maybe that they were scouting ahead to Riverrun. They would not send so many as scouts. Robb would not, but they are not coming back. Cass felt uneasy.

Jaime was too good at slipping out of the camps. He did not hesitate walking past patrolling soldiers and he did not save his cousins. He did not show fear when they reached the outer edges, where the guards were still awake and too focused on what was ahead to look back inside the camp grounds. "Say goodbye to the Starks."

Goodbye, Robb. Her breath was heavy, her lungs feeling like stones in her chest. "Just shut up and get out of here."

The camp was right by trees, too close that it made slipping between the tents and to a stray bush or trunk and into the forest too easy. Robb had no reason to look for the perfect campsite, and this was far from it. It was hours before dawn, and as soon as Jaime reached the forest, he started sprinting. Cass didn't. She stopped at the edge, feeling weak and like she was about to collapse in the dirt. What am I doing?

She was going back to her house. She said her words again in her head, an endless mantra. Ours is the fury. Ours is the fury. She never really knew what that meant besides referring to the Baratheon temper. What was the fury exactly? What was hers?

Cass thought of the fire consuming her dream and actually fell down. She stared at the camps through the woods, at the guards unknowingly looking out at the escaped Kingslayer and their supposed queen. Ours is the fury. Ours is the fury. Ours is the fury.

"Stop it, Cass. Get up or I will carry you."

"Carry me?" She swallowed hard. She felt that she was betraying them. She felt…terrible. You would have been betraying your brothers. You would have if you married him, Cass. They would think you a traitor. Who would you rather think that? The answer came harder than she expected, and she clawed at the dirt. The wolf pack ran past you. They ran away.

Jaime kneeled in the ground and picked her up, shoving her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "I rather carry you now than carry your corpse later."

And he did carry her. For an hour or so he carried her until he finally dropped her back on the ground and said, "We won't make good time like this. Come morning, that man will wake up and they'll think I kidnapped you."

Will they? "You did."

"You came willingly enough, Cassana. Don't try to make yourself feel better about it." He paused, seeing her pale face. "We need horses."

They needed water too and food. Jaime needed to change his appearance. He was much too famous for his own good. "I can buy horses if we find somewhere." She had dragons in the heels of her shoes. Robert had always made sure she carried around some money, sewing coins into the lining as well. Cass thought he had meant it to be saved for a bottle of wine in situations like these, but Cass would rather have a horse or two. "Where are we riding to? White Harbor?"

Jaime, for some reason, was smiling. "You believed me then? That I am not going back to King's Landing?"

She didn't blink. "Jaime, if you intend on going to King's Landing, I will not stop you. But then I am turning around and going back to Robb." Cass walked forward, predicting his answer after her threat. "White Harbor then. We can hire a boat too and go to Dragonstone from there. Do you think boats will sail to Dragonstone in times of war?"

"They will sail anywhere if you pay them enough."

"Then thank the gods I have money." She turned to him, swallowing her past guilt. "Let's go then. I can't get caught like this."

Jaime just kept smiling before walking forward again.

They saw a small town ahead once they got through the forest. It seemed to be equipped with a stable, and only the farmers were up, readying themselves to work. Jaime was going into the town already, but Cass dragged him back. "I'm going first."

Jaime Lannister did not like that idea. "So that you can get robbed?"

"So that I can stop people from recognizing you." She fingered her own long hair. "Stay here, Jaime. I'll be back for you."

She lost a few silver talking to the first farmer she found, but in its place, she brought back a bag of black tea leaves. "I paid for his secrecy. Judge him if you like, but coin buys silence as well as death sometimes." She was sure she heard that expression from Littlefinger. Cass led him back to the small farm where the farmer looked at Jaime. Cassana hesitated, but saw that the man did not recognize the Kingslayer's face, just as he ignored hers. "Thank you again. You are too kind to me and Edric." Her brother's bastard was the only name she could think of.

The aging farmer opened the door to his house. "It's my pleasure, Shireen. A man's a man, even if he deserts. I can barely blame the boy myself, seeing you."

Cass looked to Jaime, who gave a light bow. He was staring at her solemnly. "It's more than her beauty that leads me to revoke my vow."

She felt uncomfortable at Jaime's words, but said nothing. "Let's go inside, Edric."

The water was already boiling over the fire. Cass took a bucket from the farmer's wife. She seemed a little more…reluctant to help, but Cass took her help anyway and thanked her. She directed Jaime to sit on a chair as another bucket was presented to her, this one with clean water and soap. "I'm washing your hair."

"Oh that's nice of you. Don't want to get lice in your new friend's house."

"Ja…Edric, it's so King Robb's men don't recognize you as we head to the Fingers." That lie fell easily from her mouth. She picked up a rag hanging over the bucket's rim and wiped it across Jaime's face. "You…you're so dirty."

"In more ways than one." His green eyes looked to the farmer's wife hovering in the room still. The old woman made a grunt and scurried out. "Gods, she was creepy."

"Be quiet. They are doing us a kindness." Cass focused on rubbing off the grime on his face, the marks over his eyes and the dried blood across his cheeks. "You were scratched."

"By a wolf pup, Shireen." Jaime held up the façade if barely. "It's nothing to worry about."

"I heard the wolf was scratched as well." She pressed harder on the scratch when she remembered Robb's scar, making Jaime wince. "Some might say it's stupid to start fights with wolves."

"Almost as stupid as with lions." Jaime grabbed her wrist. "Let me do it."

He did it much quicker than Cass could and then dipped his hair into the water, washing away the brown dirt to reveal a wet blond mess. Cass handed him a comb, and Jaime took away the knots as Cass grabbed the dagger from his belt. "How short?"

Jaime shrugged, "It doesn't matter."

She cut his hair to the scalp, the long locks becoming fuzz on his head. She liked his gold hair, but Cass' hand was steady, and she cut off all the long bits so that it looked almost dark without the dye. But she did not hesitate to brew the tea and have Jaime dip his head into it after he dried the short strands with another rag. He soaked it again, and again and again, until Cass was satisfied with the deep, brown color. He looks less Lannister this way, less like Cersei.

Jaime kept the beard but trimmed it short, but Cass did not think it did much to hide his face. But maybe that was only because she had known him for most of her life. If only we could change the color of his eyes. Green was too rare in the North, but they were in the Riverlands. He will have to be a Rivers then. Edric Rivers. It did not make too much sense with the wolf on his breast though. Cass shook her head. Edric Snow.

She did not know what to do with herself. She did not know how to bleach her hair with the materials offered from the farmer, and cutting it would only reveal her face more. She did not have the body or the face of a boy, nor the means of hiding her curves. But she did need to get rid of her clothes. She remembered the Greatjon talking about her finery when she led Ned Stark to the camp. They are all such great men. Ned Stark…she had saved him too. That was what got her into this mess, not her promise to Robb but her dismissal by Cersei. I am saving them again. Jaime will stop Tywin and I will talk to my brother. Cass took off her fur cloak and threw it to the ground before unlacing her night clothes.

"Cass…"

"What, Edric?" Her voice was stern. "Stop staring at me like that. It's just me. It's just Shireen."

"Shireen." Jaime smirked. "I did not know you were this much of a woman."

She was red again and was suddenly embarrassed to be with Jaime Lannister in her underclothes. "These are dirty but pure silk." The laundry of the farmhouse was in the room with her, and she picked a plain, grey dress to put over herself. "Help me with the back?"

Cass turned at Jaime's nod and froze as his fingers trailed down her spine, brushing through the underclothes, the thin cotton garment, as they deftly buttoned the back of her dress. Her breathing was heavy again, but she managed a smile as she turned around, her arms crossed against her chest. "Thank you."

"Of course."

She removed the pearls from her discarded night dress and put them in a little pouch Jaime had on his stolen belt. She also placed her rings in there, hesitating to take off Robb's. "Okay." The small direwolf seemed to stare at her, and she could not look at it any longer. I am no wolf. I am Lady Cassana Baratheon of Storm's End. She dropped the silver ring in the satchel. "I'm ready."

She left her silk nightgown and her furs in exchange for the poorer outfit and a velvet blue cloak. The farmer and his wife didn't say goodbye to them as they exited the house. And Cass would wait until they were further in the village to buy horses.

The stable was further in the town, and any questions of why a Stark man needed a horse with some girl were silenced as Cass put 50 golden dragons on the table.

"Those must have been heavy boots," Jaime said as he led his own brown horse out of the stable.

"Lighter though than carrying me to White Harbor." She wondered briefly how much wine Robert had expected her to buy. Enough to get pissed a hundred times over. They were able to get two horses, not nearly as young and healthy as Cass wanted, but beggars couldn't afford to be picky over food. "How far is White Harbor from here?"

"Days," Jaime groaned, rubbing his new hair. "Gods, I should have just killed the men who recognized me instead of letting you cut it."

"That would have taken too long," She smiled at his joking, and a hint of the old Jaime came back to her.

When they were out of the village, Jaime fell back with his horse, letting Cass lead. That was a mistake of course, for Cass did not know the way to White Harbor at all. She knew it was north and on the water, but the Riverlands were laden with thousands of small streams and waterways. But Jaime would whistle at her every so often and redirect her, and she had to wonder how he knew the way so well. He claims to not know anything besides swords, but that's not the truth. She turned around to look at him again. There were small cuts on his face still.

"What?" Jaime asked.

Her face must have looked weird. Cass turned around and faced forward. There was still that red comet in the sky, but it did not seem that important to her as it did to some of the other soldiers and men she had briefly talked to back with Robb's host. She looked to the ground again to navigate her horse across the mud and sloping grounds. But then her dark eyes strayed back to Jaime.

"Cass, stop. You're neck is going to break."

"I'm just curious why you're behind me."

"Why, think I'll run away? Stab you in the back?"

She bristled. "You know I don't." Cass halted her horse and dismounted, her stomach hurting. "And those jokes are getting old, Jaime. If you want everyone to stop calling you Kingslayer, stop bringing the moment up." She grinned and stretched her arms. "I know we should be galloping for miles in fear of them finding us, but I'm hungry."

"And whiny apparently. Fine." Jaime followed her down and took the scabbard off of his belt. "Keep this in case someone comes." He unsheathed the small dagger and walked through the marshes.

It was not long before Jaime came back with a small slimy creature in his hands. The thing was dead and too small, in Cass' opinion, to share. But Jaime set it down on a rock and brandished the dagger again. He raised an eyebrow as she handed him the long sword, the metal weapon looking clumsy and too big in her hands. Jaime gestured with his fingers, "Come here, Cassana."

She gave a look to the horses, making sure they were okay, and then sat down across from Jaime. The small fish lay between them, flat and dead on the rock slate. Jaime grabbed it by the tail. "Ever skinned a fish before?"

Cass shot him an incredulous look. "You're joking, right?"

"I forgot who I was speaking to." He handed her the dagger, and Cass stared at it dumbly. Jaime moved next to her and put his larger hand on top of her own, guiding it smoothly across the scales of the fish. The silver peeled off in slivers, ribbons of metallic flesh. "Good, Cass."

"Is that a compliment?" She reddened a bit. It was a rare thing to hear a compliment from his mouth when it came to anything with a sharp edge. "Ser Jaime Lannister complimenting me on my hand technique." Cass looked at their hands together. For whatever reason, the contact felt natural. She relaxed under his touch, at his rhythmic breathing hitting the nape of her neck. "I'm honored."

"As you should be." He took his grip off her hand, but Jaime still sat behind her. His chest was close to her back, but neither of them tried to move. Cass attempted to stay focus on the fish. "Can I ask you a question, Cass?"

His phrasing surprised her. Normally, Jaime didn't ask to ask her anything. He just said it, expecting an answer, though whether she gave one or not was a different story. Cass steadied her hand on the hilt of the small dagger. The air was misty and cloudy. She was afraid it would rain soon. "I suppose you can."

"Did you want to marry him?"

The blade almost slipped over her finger. Cass dropped it, scared of the metal suddenly, and held up the fish. "Is this alright?"

Jaime grabbed the wrist holding the fish and set it down back on the rock. "Cassana."

"I don't know," Cass said honestly. "But he's...kind, Jaime. And he wants to do what's right for his family. I respect that."

"Respect doesn't mean you want to fuck him and have his children."

"Marriage doesn't meant that either." She wanted to turn around and face him, so she did. Jaime was right there, right in front of her, and Cass inhaled. He still looked like him. His eyes were still green. Somehow they stood out more with the short brown hair. "Is it my turn now?"

"What?"

"I'm asking you a question." Though even as she stared at him, confident and eyes not flinching, Cass felt herself hesitate inside. "Why aren't you going to the Red Keep? Why are you still here?"

He smirked and said, "I don't know."

"Oh, come now. That's not fair."

"It's exactly fair." Jaime reached behind her and grabbed the fish. "I won't bother asking if you've eaten this raw. Just watch out for the bones."

Days passed when they were just out of the Riverlands. The Stark men had not followed them. Maybe they do not wish to find me. But that thought was unlikely. It was likelier, Cass realized, that they were looking for them in the completely wrong direction. Why would she and Jaime Lannister head deeper North? Deeper into unknown land when Tywin Lannister and the Red Keep were in the other direction?

Because I am as much as a Lannister as I am a Stark. There were times in Robb's tent that she had forgotten that, forgotten the family she had left. They were broken, yes, but they weren't dead. Even Viserys had been reported to fight back for his throne, and he was banished on another continent. Who was she to deny her brothers?

Robb doesn't want the throne though. She felt his hands on her body, saw his smile and eyes when they walked past the small rivers carving through the lands. My chest hurts. Cass rubbed her collarbone. My legs hurt too.

They were taking a break from the horses' saddles. Cass' thighs hurt from the friction. She hated wearing dresses on a horse and she was jealous of Jaime in all his leather and armor. "I'm sore."

He smirked at her, "Obviously not used to riding then. Not even wolves."

"I imagine them to be softer." She did not like what he was suggesting. "Jaime?"

The knight was unbridling his horse, letting it graze on the frosted grass. "What?"

I'm still a maiden. Knights only rescue maidens. "I'm not sure if I should be thanking you right now or trying to escape."

He laughed, low and quickly. "You forget that I am bringing you to Stannis Baratheon, Cass, and back to your dear family—something my sister failed to do."

Cass let her own horse join Jaime's. "She'll hate you for this."

"She won't."

"She wants me to rot, Jaime. Cersei wants me dead."

"Well she won't get that, will she?" He sounded angry. The Kingslayer drew his sword and examined it, seeming unsatisfied with something about it. "I think you should be more worried about your sibling."

"Stannis will not deny me."

"Yes, but Renly might."

Renly was already furious with her for not leaving Ned Stark at the Red Keep and going with Loras Tyrell. Cass thought of what Loras said, that Renly would have given her to him if he was not of his Kingsguard. If I went to Highgarden, he'd give me to Willas Tyrell, no doubt. "He'll just have to get over it."

"Just as he'll get over Stannis' claim?"

She bristled. "Stannis is the true heir, Jaime. Not even you can deny that."

"I will—only in public, of course."

"Only where it counts."

"I would gladly admit about Cersei and me if I could."

That surprised her, but then again, why should it have? He loved her. "You'd marry her, wouldn't you?" Cass asked, sitting on the ground, suddenly finding the frost terribly interesting.

Jaime swallowed, eyes darting down. "The Targaryens did."

"The Lannisters aren't the Targaryens."

"Yes, I've been told."

She swallowed at the question she wanted to ask, at what Jaime's reaction could possibly be to it. But she figured if…if she were going to understand him, understand his reasoning, she needed to know. In order to see Jaime completely and judge him completely, she needed to ask. "When did this start?"

He chuckled. "You're asking me that? You're actually curious about my relationship with my sister?"

"Yes."

His eyes narrowed. "Why?"

Cass didn't know what to say. There's a reason for every evil, even this one, and I want to know what it is that drove you to it. How would he respond to that? "It was when you were children, I bet."

"Stop it, Cass."

"Did she approach you? I think she did. I think she would…"

"STOP!" Jaime stood over her, his face red and sweaty. "Do not talk about Cersei."

She shrunk under him, the Kingslayer apparent to her eyes again. Cass coughed. "I don't know why you're doing this, Jaime. I don't know why you bothered to rescue me." And then she got up and walked away, screaming back to him that she had to make water.

Cass knelt in the grass, grabbing clumps and throwing them around. Did I do the right thing? Jaime was not following her. Robb's men would not find her. What does he think of me? Her mind went to two directions—the two men that she was suddenly thrown with. She wondered if Robb would think she was kidnapped or think she betrayed him. She wondered if he would be hunting to save her or kill her…if he was even hunting her at all. I wonder if the man Jaime maimed can write. The thought sent a chill up her spine.

And Jaime.

Jaime hated her. Well, she thought he did. But then why is he taking me to White Harbor? Why is he not going back to King's Landing?

And she thought she hated him too. She…

Cass turned around to where she had left Jaime with his sword. There were the sounds of horses, and Cass suspected that he probably wanted to leave soon. But then there was metal and talking and…

She started sprinting back to the camp before she could process what was happening. Cass' mouth fell open when she saw the men on horses and then she turned to the Kinglsayer, nervous,, only to see Jaime send her back a smirk. "See? I wasn't lying at all. That's my lady right there. That's Shireen. I'm flattered though."

He was talking to three men on horseback. The towers were on their breasts and Cass flinched. Freys? What are they doing here? They must have been closer to the twins than Cass thought.

"Never trust a Lannister's lies I say," One of them did say.

"But I thought that we…"

"Shut up!" The last one said. He was taller than the other two, with brown hair. "This man says that he's Edric Snow. Weird name. Uncommon, definitely. Especially since I swear to the Seven he looks like Jaime Lannister who's recently escaped King Robb's camps. Very weird indeed." He sniffed, "And you are Shireen?"

Cass realized how ridiculous that sounded now. If anyone knows anything about my brother Stannis, they will see we are lying. "Yes."

"Stranger and stranger. Weird then, that this Edric Snow is wearing am expensive looking gold and black ring about his neck. But you can't be Shireen Baratheon. Oh no. She's ugly. And leagues away, mind you."

She turned to Jaime, shocked, confused by what this Frey just said. "And who are you, good lord?"

"I'll give you the honor of my real name, girl. Jammos Frey. And my guess is he's not the Baratheon. I can recognize a lion any day, even if he's hiding in wolfskins."

Jaime sneered. "Get off your horse old man, and I'll show you who I am."

"Jaime!" Cass shouted, covering her mouth at the word.

The three men on the horses laughed, but Jaime raised a hand to calm her and them. "They already knew that, Cass. Don't worry."

"But we didn't know that." Jammos Frey's eyes widened. "Cassana Baratheon, yes?"

She did not say anything.

The Frey to his right sneered. "You're kidding, right? King Robb was supposed to marry her, wasn't he? That's what he said. He said he'd marry her and that's why he couldn't listen to grandfather's…"

Jammos stopped him, "I know what he said, Walder."

"Then why is she with the Kingslayer?"

"Kidnapped her. Terrible luck, isn't it?" Jaime picked up his sword, and all three men turned noticeably scared. Their faces became pallid and looked even more like weasels, if possible. "And because you're Tully bannermen, I suppose I have to kill you. That's worse luck, I'd say. Don't you agree?"

"No, no! We aren't!" Walder Frey screamed holding out his hands in panic and causing Jammos to dismount and approach Jaime.

Jammos gestured to the two other Freys, who also dismounted. "We mean peace, Ser Jaime. You may think we are Hoster Tully's men, but my lord father made different arrangements with your own."

Cass' mouth drooped a bit, and she swore she didn't hear him correctly, "Excuse me?"

"Shut up," Jaime scolded immediately. His voice was hard, but his face read differently. "You've been talking with my father? Lord Tywin?"

"Aye, Ser. You can come with us to the Twins too. We'll be sure to help you take care of the Baratheon girl."

"Take care of her?" Jaime eyed Cass. His green eyes shifted up and down, across her body, and Cass squirmed. "She looks fine to me."

Thank you, Jaime. She crossed her arms over her breasts again.

"Still, I think Lord Walder would like to meet her."

Jaime shook his head. "No, I don't see that happening."

"Well at least tell us why you're taking her."

Jaime scratched his beard. "I don't really see that happening either."

Jammos Frey laughed a bit, "Ser Jaime, you can trust me on this. Lord Frey has been dealing with your father for some time now. Ever since…well…this girl…"

"You know what I do see happening, Jammos?" Jaime grabbed the hilt of the sword with both of his hands, holding the point into the dirt. The Frey raised an eyebrow in confusion, only to have his face twist into terror as Jaime swung the long sword at his neck, attempting to hack his head off.

The swipe wasn't clean, and although Jammos Frey was dying, Jaime had to kick on his chest in order to get his sword out of the man's throat. "Fuck," Jaime cursed as he saw the other two men attempt to mount their horses. He grabbed one down, but he did not have time to try and get the other.

Cass saw Walder Frey struggle to climb on top of his horse. She ran towards him, grabbing his boot first in order to get enough leverage to reach his neck. Frey struggled, but she dragged him down, causing him to topple off his horse and into the dirt. She wrestled him until she was mounted on his back, legs grapevining within his own as she held his neck in a chokehold.

She heard a scream from behind her, but it wasn't coming from Jaime. The Lannister moved behind Cass, a dagger in his hand. He said "Choking is too slow," and slid the metal blade across Walder Frey's neck. Her breath was racing, her heart pounding in her chest-jarring and fluid, like an overflowing river-but she heard him say, "Let go of him, Cass."

She threw the corpse off herself. His blood was covering her arms—warm and sticky- and she fell back onto her hands. He's…he's…

"Get their stuff. Their horses already ran off, but there should be things in their pockets."

She hung on to Jaime's voice, doing exactly what his words said even though she felt like she couldn't walk. Cass stumbled on her feet, and ripped through their clothes her eyes couldn't see clearly and she kept dropping the coppers on the ground.

"Hey, hey." Jaime's sword was on the ground and he grabbed her hands. "Cass, I don't have time for you to freak out."

"…they said…we have to tell Robb."

He scowled. "We have to get to White Harbor."

"But…"

"Do you have a raven, Cass?" Jaime turned around, visibly frustrated with her. He continued to rob Jammos Frey's corpse. "Do you have paper? Ink?"

"But Jaime…"

"Do you want to turn back and tell him then? And tell him what exactly? It's all just a bunch of shit-eating lies so that I wouldn't cut off their heads…not like this blade is sharp enough to do so."

She swallowed. He was probably right, and Cass had another question for him. She tried to ignore the bodies on the ground, but the smell was so invasive. "You have my ring."

It was on his chest, around Stannis' chain. She knew Robb wasn't wearing it anymore, and a part of her just thought it was due to battle and how it'd get in the way-things Jaime had said to her while she trained. But there it was in plain sight. On Jaime. "You took it from him."

"Aye, I suppose I did. A favor, was it?" He took the chain off his neck and tossed it to her, picking up his sword afterwards. "I'm surprised you didn't see it until now. What the eye can be blind to when it doesn't want to see."

"Jaime, you…" She shook her head, "Why?"

"I should not have to spell it out for you." He walked away, towards where he left the bridle, and tacked up his horse, doing the same to Cass'. "Come, let's go. Gods know Frey has enough children to scour through this whole area."

She took her horses reins, but didn't mount. "Tell me first."

He stiffened. "I shouldn't have to, Cass. You are still just a girl, aren't you? The fact that you even have to…"

"You don't love me."

Jaime turned back to her when she said that, the reins from his own horse dropping. "Can we not discuss this while you have blood on your arms?" He turned around to look at the bodies. "And not after I just killed three men?"

Cass' head was swimming, adrenaline and a rush of other emotions swarming into her chest and brain. She mounted the horse, shaking her head, and distracting her mind. But still the thought was there, eating at her. "You can't love me." The horse began walking away from the scene, and Jaime was following her. She wiped the blood on the saddle blanket. "You don't."

"Don't and can't are incredibly different." Jaime faced forward, green eyes focused. "But, I think, I wouldn't dismiss either of them."

What? She would have nearly fallen if her horse had done anything but walk. Cass coughed, gripping Stannis' chain and her ring in her palm so tightly that she thought it might bruise. Jaime…Jaime, you don't love me. She shook her head again. "You love Cersei. You're getting it wrong."You don't love me, Jaime. Stop lying. All Lannisters lie, don't they? They do. Stop it. Don't lie to me ever again."

His head fell down. "I told you I didn't want to talk about it now." He turned back to her, but Cass' body was hunched. "Sit up straight. Give me the ring back. I'm hiding it with the pearls. We don't need anyone else recognizing us. We have to go, Cassana." He hit his horse with the ends of his reins and started galloping.

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