Jaime watched as Keaira remained staring at the body by her feet, which they had moved to the secret passageway. It was easy enough as they were so many opening points dotted around the castle and it allowed them time to think about what to do next.

"He was a nobleman" Jaime announced, momentarily bringing Keaira out of her trance.

"So?" She mumbled.

"He'll be missed. Someone will notice he's gone, and his friends saw that you-" Jaime started, but she cut him off.

"Trust me. They'll keep their mouths shut" Keaira stated.

"Even so, we need to get rid of his body" Jaime pointed out.

Keaira seemed to think about this for a few moments before she raised her hand and the man's body instantly caught fire. Jaime stepped back in shock, as he noticed the flames seemed much more powerful than usual. After around half a minute, Keaira dropped her hand, as the flames dissipated, leaving nothing but ash behind. Keaira turned to Jaime, expecting to see fear on his face at her bold actions, but instead she saw…awe?

"Come, we should go to my chambers…you need to wash that blood off" Jaime exclaimed, as Keaira looked down to see her neck and chest were still covered in blood.

None of the servants seemed to think it was odd that Jaime asked them to draw him a bath at the late hour of the night, and as soon as they were gone, he allowed Keaira into his bedchambers. It was then that she realised it was the first time she had been inside. It wasn't as grand as she had been expected, but nonetheless, it was still a world away from her old chamber in Winterfell. Jaime led her to sit on the edge of the tub, as he grabbed a cloth and placed it in the warm water.

"I killed him" Keaira mumbled, just as Jaime was about to begin washing her face.

"Yes, you did" He replied, from where he was crouching beside her.

"I don't know why I did it…" Keaira trailed off, as Jaime began wiping away the blood on her cheeks.

"He raped that woman, and he would have raped you" Jaime stated.

"I didn't have to kill him" Keaira retorted, as Jaime moved some of her hair away from her neck.

"You were angry" Jaime shrugged.

"And that makes it alright?" Keaira scoffed, turning to look at him.

"He was a bad person and you stopped him from doing bad things. It was justice" Jaime explained.

"It was murder" Keaira sighed, as he whipped the blood off her neck.

"Have I ever told you why I wanted to be a knight?" Jaime inquired.

"To feed your massive ego?" Keaira suggested as the corners of Jaime's mouth twitched in a smile.

"For as long as I could remember I wanted to be a knight. Not for the glory, not for the power but…for the battle. To fight another man…I couldn't think of anything better" Jaime told her.

"Any thug can do that" Keaira pointed out.

"Exactly. I suppose I had a rose-tinted view on what being a knight would be. It would make me brave, strong…honourable. How wrong I was…" Jaime trailed off.

"I don't think I understand what you're trying to say" Keaira informed him.

"Don't you think I want to cut down every rapist? Every woman beater? Every…child killer? But I can't. Not unless the King commands it. And he doesn't care. But you do. You're the brave one. Strong, and honourable. More of a knight than me really" Jaime explained.

"Where was the honour in what I did tonight?" Keaira shook her head.

"Ned Stark would have you believe that the world is black and white. But it's not, Little Dragon. It's grey. Sometimes there is no right choice" Jaime went on, placing his hand on her shoulder.

Keaira's eyes softened at this gesture, as Jaime gave her a small smile, which she returned. He seemed to think he had held her gaze for too long, as he quickly took his hand away and stood up. However, before he could turn away, she reached out to him and touched his hand.

"Thank you, Jaime" Keaira told him.

Jaime seemed at a loss for words, as she guessed it had been a long time since anyone had thanked him. He gave her a nod, and then made his way to leave her to bathe, her new clothes already laid out on the bed by the servants.

It was sometime later when there was a curt knock at the door, as Keaira expected that Jaime had returned. She opened the door and was surprised to see Ned standing there, Arya by his side.

"Keaira! Are you alright?" Arya cried, jumping into her arms.

"I'm fine, little one" Keaira replied, giving her a quick hug.

"Arya told me you were attacked" Ned frowned, taking in the wet appearance of her hair and the bathtub behind her.

"I…I was. Ser Jaime fought them off" Keaira answered.

"Where is the Kingslayer?" Ned asked.

"I'm not sure" Keaira stated.

"Arya wait down the hallway for me. I need to talk to Keaira in private" Ned announced, as Arya opened her mouth to argue, but decided against it.

"I don't understand your actions of late, Keaira. And I can tell when you are lying to me" Ned pointed out when Arya was out of hearing distance.

"Why do you hate him so much?" Keaira questioned, surprising Ned.

"He has no honour" Ned informed her.

"That's your answer for everything" Keaira mumbled.

"You're behaving like a child" Ned scolded her.

"…He's not the bastard that you think he is" Keaira insisted.

"And he's not the good man you think he is" Ned retorted, as Keaira bit her tongue to stop herself from saying anything else.

"I want you to return to Winterfell" Ned suddenly told her.

"What?" Keaira frowned.

"I care about you, Keaira. And I worry that the Kingslayer is sending you down a dark road. Go back to Winterfell where your family is" Ned explained.

"But…but what about you and the girls? I'm supposed to protect you!" Keaira exclaimed.

"I fear that if you stay here…we may need protection from you" Ned admitted.

He could see how Keaira had changed in the past months. How her powers had grown, and the darkness in her eyes that wasn't there before.

"I…I'm sorry" Keaira cried, feeling as if she had let him down.

"It is alright, child. I only wish to make sure you don't become something you are not. Go home" Ned told her, before walking away.

Keaira watched him walk down the hall, and usher a confused looking Arya along. Maybe he was right, Keaira thought to herself. Maybe it was best if she went home. Just as she was about to step back into Jaime's chambers, she felt a sharp sting on her neck. Her hand flew to the spot and frowned when she felt there was something stuck to her neck. She pulled it out of her skin, her eyes widening when she saw it was a dart.

"Don't fight it, Red Dragon" A voice boomed from behind her.

She gasped in fear as she saw almost a dozen women standing behind her, dressed all in red. She tried to move her legs to run but found that they were numb underneath her. As she fell to the ground, she let out a cry for help.

"We have work for you," The same woman told her, crouching in front of her.

Keaira then fell to the floor, unable to feel any of her limbs, as darkness began to cloud her vision. The last thing she saw was a pale hand reaching out to her, as their cold fingers brushed against her cheek.

Author's Notes: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! I really like how this went, and I think it's a really interesting development for Keaira and Jaime's relationship. However, they won't be seeing each other for quite some time now. Please leave a review:)

Laura201112: Aw, thank you so much! This review really helped motivate me, I hope you like this chapter:)