Jaime knew that the Stark's ward was going to be trouble, but he hadn't expected just how much grief she was going to give him. After Tyrion made him promise he would look out for her, he had kept true to his word and looked for her when he could. However, she was much harder to find than he expected. Either she knew he was following her or something else was going on. Tyrion was one of the only people in the world who thought his word still meant something, so he wasn't going to let the young girl prove him wrong for doing so. He let out a breath of relief when, after spending a good amount of the morning he was finally able to spot Keaira. He frowned when he noticed she seemed to be staring intensely at a torch above her head and then with a quick flick of her fingers extinguished the flame.
"Practising your powers?" Jaime announced, as he approached her.
She let out a small yelp as she turned around. There was shock evident on her face as she quickly pressed herself against the nearby wall.
"Do you enjoy scaring people?" Keaira retorted, glaring at him.
"Of course" Jaime smirked, as he came to stand near her.
"Was there something you needed?" Keaira insisted, clearly wanting to get rid of him.
As Jaime was about to answer, he noticed the wall behind her seemed crooked in some way. As he went to get a closer look, she moved to stand in front of the crack.
"What are you hiding?" Jaime questioned, as he easily moved her out of the way and touched the crack in the wall.
His eyes widened as he looked through the crack and could see there was some sort of tunnel behind it. He couldn't understand how he had never noticed it and how Keaira knew about it. Jaime heard a sigh from behind him as Keaira reignited the flame above them, and then just as quickly extinguished it, as the wall opened far enough that he could step through it.
"Quickly, before someone sees" Keaira exclaimed, as she pushed him through the gap.
The wall closed behind them a few seconds later as Jaime realised, he could barely see a thing. There was some movement from behind him and then a flash of light as he turned to see Keaira holding a torch.
"What is this place?" Jaime queried.
"A secret passageway that lets you listen in to almost every room in the Castle" Keaira informed him, as Jaime's mouth hung open slightly.
"What?...Did you create this place?" Jaime asked, as Keaira laughed.
"In the few weeks I've been here? No. It's been here for a long time, but someone else has been using it recently" Keaira explained.
"Does the King know about this?" Jaime inquired, fear washing over his face for only a second.
"No. It connects to his bedchambers as well" Keaira answered.
"And mine?" Jaime frowned, as she nodded.
"I've been trying to figure out who created it by ruling out who's chambers are not connected to the passageway" She told him.
"Any success?" Jaime asked, as they began to slowly venture down the dark passageway.
"No. There's too many rooms to go through, but I've been able to exclude a lot of people" She went on.
He stopped when he heard soft voices from nearby and walked closer to a gap in the wall and strained to listen. He realised it was Maester Pycelle's bedchambers and by the sounds of it he had a lady's company.
"I just try to avoid that room…they might hear if I throw up" Keaira stated, with a grimace.
"When did you find this place?" Jaime questioned.
"A little over a week ago" Keaira shrugged, as they continued.
"And what have you heard?" Jaime replied.
"Not much. People have pretty boring conversations here" She dismissed.
"Have you spent anytime outside my bedchambers?" Jaime inquired, raising an eyebrow.
"No…but I did hear your conversation with the King" Keaira admitted, as Jaime instantly knew what she was talking about.
"Didn't Ned Stark teach you that eavesdropping is rude?" Jaime grumbled.
"You would have done exactly the same in my position" Keaira retorted.
"Perhaps" Jaime mumbled.
"You know everyone acts like the reason you killed the Mad King is black and white-" Keaira started, but he cut her off.
"Nothing is ever black and white" Jaime stated.
"Well I wouldn't mind hearing the grey version" Keaira exclaimed.
"I killed the person I had promised to protect, isn't that enough?" Jaime snapped, as Keaira could tell she was going to get nowhere.
Keaira was surprised when a few days later Jory approached her and pressed a letter into Keaira's hand, obviously in a bad mood.
"What's this?" Keaira frowned.
"A letter from Lord Stark to the King. See if you can get the Kingslayer to take it" Jory grumbled, as he stormed off.
Surprised at this outburst, she began to walk towards the King's bedchambers, not sure why Jory had given her the task.
"Jory is usually a very mild-mannered man, I can't help but wonder what you did to annoy him so" Keaira announced, as she approached Jaime.
"I treat all the wolves in the North with the same respect I would give Lord Stark" Jaime smirked, as Keaira shook her head, fondly.
Before Keaira could say anything else, loud giggles and shrieks could be heard from the King's bedchambers. He clearly had the company of numerous prostitutes, and by the expression on Jaime's face, had for a while.
"He likes to do this when I'm on duty. He makes me listen while he insults my sister" Jaime told her, as she grimaced.
She could see the pain on Jaime's face as he spoke, he must have hated anyone disrespecting his sister, but in this case, there was nothing he could do about it. But maybe I could, she thought to herself.
With a mischievous grin, Keaira rushed behind a nearby pillar, making Jaime frown. She then raised both of her hands and closed her eyes, trying to get her breathing to slow down. Loud shrieks could then be heard from inside the King's chambers, as four prostitutes ran out, scared expressions on their faces.
"What happened?" Jaime asked, stopping one of them.
"The King's curtains suddenly set on fire, it seemed like the whole room was going to go up in flames…then it stopped just as quickly" The young woman panted, as Jaime let her go.
"Lannister, get in here!" Robert's voice boomed, a hint of fear to his voice.
"Yes?" Jaime replied, as he opened the door.
"Find out who created these curtains and punish them accordingly for their shoddy work" The King commanded, trying not laugh at Robert's panicked expression.
"Of course, my King" Jaime smirked, as he closed the door.
He turned to see Keaira grinning behind the pillar, as she raised an eyebrow his way. Jaime shook his head in disbelief as he realised that she was the one who created the flames that scared the King. Keaira tried to keep the strain of what she had just done off her face, but she clearly wasn't good enough. For a split second it almost looked like concern on Jaime's face.
"So…about taking this letter?" Keaira exclaimed, as she walked forward.
"I think I can get it to the King" Jaime nodded, as she handed him the parchment.
With a smug smile, Keaira turned to leave, as Jaime's eyes followed her as she disappeared down the corridor. He couldn't deny it anymore, the girl was beginning to get under his skin.
Author's Notes: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Can I have some reviews please? What do you guys like about this story and what don't you like?