Keaira sighed as she trailed behind the Stark carriage, knowing that there was no room for her inside. The Queen had seemed to take dislike to her friendship with Tyrion, as she had requested Keaira's horse be used for one of her guards. And who was she to deny the Queen?
"Oh, come on" She groaned, as she felt the familiar pitter-patter of rain against her face.
Within the minute she was soaking wet, and the rain seemed to make no sign of stopping soon. She only thanked the Gods that they were nearer South now, so the rain was not as cold as she was used to. She wiped her face as tendrils of water cascaded down from her hair, clouding her vision. This was why she had not noticed Jaime Lannister approaching her on foot. She was surprised as he rushed towards her, using his cloak to shield his face from the onslaught of rain.
"My lady…you are welcome to shelter from the rain in my carriage" The Lannister informed her.
"Are you sure your sister won't mind?" Keaira questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Do you want to catch your death out here?" Jaime asked her, changing the subject.
"Thank you, Ser" She nodded, as he turned to her side.
She was surprised that he used his cloak to shelter her from the rain, as his large arm hung in the air, not far from the top of her head. It seemed intimate for some reason. He opened the door to his carriage, as she quickly hopped in, not wanting to spend anymore time than necessary in the cold. It was quite small, but cosy enough for one person to travel in. His sister, of course, stayed in her husband's carriage, whilst she knew Tyrion had his own miniature carriage for himself.
It was then that Keaira realised for the first time ever that she was completely and utterly alone with the person many called the 'Kingslayer'. As he stepped into the carriage and sat down opposite her, she wondered if she had made a terrible mistake.
"That was a very chivalrous thing for you to do" Keaira stated, not being able to keep the accusing tone out of her voice.
"I thought my brother would disapprove if I did not help you" Jaime simply shrugged, as she nodded.
It made sense. She felt a little more at ease, as she pulled her hair back from her face, feeling the water drip onto her dress.
"Here" He said, passing her a cloth, with she gladly took.
She began wringing out her wet hair, to stop it from dripping all over the carriage. Jaime took his cloak off and hanged it near the window, as it also was sopping wet. Keaira looked around the carriage, noticing that there was barely anything in it apart from his clothes.
"You're pouting" He pointed out.
"I pout when I'm thinking…or nervous" She admitted, as she realised she had been doing it.
"Are you nervous?" Jaime queried, a small smirk on his face.
"Should I be?" Keaira scoffed.
"I had an interesting conversation with brother earlier" Jaime announced, locking his eyes to Keaira's.
"Ah, so I should be worried" Keaira mumbled.
"I know you talked about a…rumour" Jaime stated.
"About you fucking your sister" Keaira blurted out, her eyes widening when she did so.
Jaime couldn't keep the surprise of his face at the response. Most of the time the girl seemed so timid, but now again her personality burnt as strong as fire.
"I…I already told you I won't say anything" Keaira insisted, her eyes dropping to the sword by his side.
"And why should I believe that?" Jaime queried.
"Prince Joffrey is marrying Sansa, if I did tell anyone that would make him illegitimate…and from an incestuous relationship. All of which would harm Sansa" She exclaimed.
"You barely seemed to have interacted with her since we began this journey" He pointed out.
"She's like family to me…just not in the way that you feel, clearly" She couldn't help but say.
"Are you trying to piss me off?" Jaime suggested.
"No! I just…don't understand it that's all" Keaira clarified.
"Well, how could you? You grew up in the Stark household" Jaime retorted.
"And that means what?" Keaira frowned.
"My childhood was a little different…" Jaime trailed off.
"At least you can actually remember your childhood" Keaira mumbled.
"So, the rumours are true? You really remember anything before you were eleven?" He inquired, curious.
"I remember bits and pieces…but that's it. I don't want to remember. I'm happy with things how they are" Keaira explained, surprised that he seemed to have investigated into her past.
"And that's why you don't like being called a Lady" He theorised, as things began to fall into place.
"Because I'm not. At least your sister doesn't treat me with pity" Keaira stated.
"No, my sister hates you. She hates the thought of Tyrion having a friend" Jaime admitted.
"You make it sound like he's never had any friends" Keaira scoffed.
"He's had a few over the years…but Cersei's always managed to scare them away" Jaime informed her.
"She doesn't scare me. Neither do you" She told him, as a grin grew on his face.
Without a second's thought he grabbed his sword and raised it in the air, pushing it towards Keaira. Her eyes widened with fear, as she backed away, thinking he was about to strike. When he instead he laughed.
"Oh, really?" He chuckled.
"You ass" Keaira shook her head, trying not to laugh at her own stupid reaction.
Jaime's chuckles soon died down as they both noticed that the rain had stopped. Keaira went to stand up, but Jaime quickly gestured for her to sit down.
"You said I could come shelter from the rain…it's stopped now…" Keaira trailed off.
"We've been moving for four hours, and we'll be travelling for at least three more. You should…rest" Jaime suggested.
"You are a lot more like your brother than you'd have people believe" She smiled at him, as she sat back down.
He seemed to mull this over for a few seconds, as Keaira thought maybe he would dislike the comparison. Instead, she saw a real smile stretch across his face, with no hint or sarcasm or smugness.
Keaira woke a few hours later with a frown, as she felt the carriage they were in come to a stop. She had never meant to fall asleep and was surprised to see her companion was also only starting to stir. She quickly pulled a strand of hair back behind her ear, and straightened out her dress, as they realised the whole party must have stopped.
"Thank you, Ser Jaime" She smiled at him, as she went to exit.
He nodded at her in response, as he watched her all but jump out of the carriage. He almost laughed as he realised if anyone caught her it would look very strange. He picked up his now damp cloak and placed it over his shoulders, smiling at the way she still called him Ser.
Jory looked on in disbelief as he saw Keaira exiting from the Kingslayer's carriage, which he knew no one had entered or left from in a couple of hours. He frowned, as he decided he would need to tell Ned. He didn't trust the Lannister's…and he was beginning to question whether he should trust Keaira.
Author's Notes: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! I've started a new fanfic which you can find here s/12973267/1/The-Most-Important-Thing or just go check out my profile. It's for Terminator: Sarah Connor Chronicles, so if anyone of you used to watch that or any of the Terminator series, please go check it out:) I really enjoyed the interactions between Jaime and Keaira in this chapter, their teasing behaviour is fun to write. Please leave a review:)
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