Author's Note: Here's my next chapter! It's a bit shorter but I had a lot of fun with the dialogue in this one. Hopefully I can have the next one up by tomorrow. Read on!

It was so cold here. Amarah tried to warm herself by drawing her cloak more tightly around her, but the coldness never left. Never abated. As she walked through the dark, shadowed passageway she heard the faint echo of her footsteps bounce off the stone walls and ceiling. Gods, it was so quiet and lifeless here. She was so lonely.

"Amarah." She quickly whipped around at the sound of his voice. "Amarah, How could you betray me? I loved you!"

"I didn't want to" she pleaded with him for understanding. "I had to do it for Sansa." But Robb did not understand. He only continued to look at her with that betrayed, hurt expression. It tore her heart in two when he looked at her like that. He had never looked at her with any thing but affection, and to see what he thought of her now wounded her soul. The one person she loved more than life itself no longer loved her. And, gods, it hurt like nothing she had ever imagined.

She began to run towards him then. Maybe if she showed him how much she still cared he would somehow learn to forgive her. If she could just hold him in her arms once again, he would know her love was true despite what she had done. But the harder she ran, the farther he moved from her reach. Refusing to give up, she tried to run even faster to catch him. While her lungs pumped the cold air in and out of her body like forging bellows as she ran, she saw his face change, morph into some sort of wild wolf-like creature. Then his chest began to gush a red river of blood that ran down his body in a great crimson torrent as he crumpled to his knees. No! What was happening to him? She had to reach him, to help him. But she couldn't get to him no matter how she tried. He was always too far. Much too far.

"Robb!" she screamed as the horrific figure drifted farther and farther away. "Robb, please! Please!"

Amarah awoke with a start. She opened her eyes to see Brienne's face above her, the other woman's brow furrowed by worry. Amarah tried to speak but her throat felt raw and painful. She realized that it had all been a dream, but her screams must have been real enough. She still shook with terror when she recalled what she had seen.

"My lady" Brienne began before helping her to slowly sit up from her sprawled position across the leaf-covered ground. "Are you well?"

"Of course" she lied before irritably brushing away Brienne's touch. The horrifying dream had not left her in a pleasant mood. Her insides were still churning with uneasiness, but she tried to act as if nothing was amiss. From the look on Brienne's face she would not be fooled so easily.

"You were screaming in your sleep, my lady" she whispered almost urgently as if trying to make Amarah understand how terrified she had sounded.

If her screams had sounded anything like the ones in her dream, she did not doubt why Brienne looked so uneasy. The sheer terror that had overtaken her at the sight of Robb's disfigurement would not leave in a hurry. Even now she tried to blot the memory from her mind's eye but could not erase it entirely. She could still see the rushing river of blood that seemed to be everywhere. Rich red and crimson. There was so much, and she was too far away to help. It had left her feeling helpless and horrified all at once.

"It was a dream" she finally confessed to Brienne. "Just a dream." She was trying to convince herself with that last statement more than Brienne. It had all been a dream, but why in the seven hells did it feel so real?

"We must keep moving, my lady, if you are well enough." Brienne said snapping her back to the present moment.

Amarah gave an absent nod of her head. "Of course."

Brienne moved away from her then to untie Jaime from his tree. Amarah was still in a daze over everything that was currently running through her mind. She paid no mind to Brienne and Jaime's actions as she slowly stood and walked to the river's edge. As she watched the sun rise over the water scattering jewels of light across its surface, she felt a dark weight settle over her. Since helping Jaime escape to King's Landing she had not taken the time to face the consequences of her actions. She knew it had been a dream but it felt so real. Robb's hurt and betrayal were her fault. Even if she was able to accomplish this mad scheme to return Jaime to his family, what then? She hated the thought of facing Robb after what she had done. She didn't want to know what he thought of her now. It was one thing to live without him when she knew that he loved her as she did him. At least her aching heart could find some small comfort in that, but the idea of living in a world without his love left her feeling empty and aching.

"You say the most interesting things in your sleep, Princess." Amarah jumped slightly at Jaime Lannister's voice. She had been so lost in her own thoughts, she had not heard him come up behind her. She shot him a fierce scowl as she was in no mood to play his games. Whatever brief camaraderie they had shared the night before was now gone.

"Leave me alone, Kingslayer."

Jaime ignored the warning and continued on down that dangerous path. "No, really. I find it most fascinating the things women say in their sleep. It reveals so many buried desires. Who ever knew you had so much affection for your cousin, the boy king Robb Stark?"

Amarah could feel a red haze of fury coloring her vision as she looked at his smirking face. "I'm warning you, Kingslayer. Leave me be."

"How does it feel?" he pressed on seemingly oblivious to her gathering fury. "Do you ever think about him holding that Frey girl in his arms? Fucking her as you wish he would fuck you. Loving her into the long lonely hours of the night. Does it make you angry to think he would throw your love away just to gain a bridge? Not a very flattering trade if you ask me."

"I didn't ask you" Amarah responded, her jaw tightening in barely restrained anger. She knew why he was doing this. He loved provoking her. If he didn't tread carefully then he would get more than he had bargained for.

"Did you know that Cersei never fucked your father after that first night when he shouted your mother's name into her ear as he came? Yes, she told me about it. Then she came running back to me. Her loving brother to take away her worries. We fucked on the bed right next to the slobbering drunk of a king while he was passed out on the floor."

She had managed to get her anger more under control the longer he went on and swung towards him with a hard gaze. "You think I don't know you fucked her while my father went about fucking his whores? I don't care anymore than he did."

"Everyone thinks I'm so dishonorable" he continued ignoring her last comment.

She couldn't resist interrupting him once more. "Whatever would give people such a ludicrous notion?"

He brushed off her sarcasm before continuing. "Do you know that I've never broken my vows to my sister? I've never been with another woman. It's a pity poor Robb Stark can't say the same to you."

Amarah's eyes narrowed to dangerous slits. Now he had gone too far, and she wouldn't let him get away with it this time. She may not have been able to bash him over the head with a rock as she wished, but there were other ways to wound. "And it's a pity Cersei can't say the same to you."

"One passionless night with your pathetic excuse for a father doesn't make much difference."

"I'm not talking about my father" she replied with a clever smile. "Can you really believe Cersei's managed to keep her knees together since your departure from King's Landing all those months ago? Your loving sister has probably had more men through her legs than the doorway of Littlefinger's brothel."

"You're lying" he replied quickly, but the corners of his mouth had tightened almost imperceptibly and his green eyes were darkening in anger. Amarah felt no sympathy for him. He could say whatever he liked to stir her into a fit of rage but couldn't take the same treatment in return.

"You think so? Ask her yourself once you return. If you return. That's the wonderful thing about family. We can always tell when they're lying. Or better yet, you can ask Tyrion. He's the reason I discovered it in the first place. When you do finally accept the truth of Cersei's rather active life within the bedchamber at least you can find comfort in the fact that she took your half-wit cousin Lancel as one of her lovers. He might not have your strength or wit but I hear he somewhat resembles you in the days your youth. At least if she had to find a replacement for your cock she managed to keep it in the family. So you must hold some sort of place in her heart no matter how small. The whole kingdom knows how much the queen loves her family."

"I still don't believe you, Princess" he answered. She could see the effort he was exerting to keep his anger in check and it made her want to burst out laughing with amusement. It served him right to feel this way after the horrible things he had said to her. He might claim he didn't believe her but the seeds of doubt had been planted.

"Believe whatever you like. It matters not to me" she answered with a sweet smile just to goad him further. She had said all she needed to on the subject. Watching the doubt gnaw away at him would be reward enough. She didn't intend to press him further than necessary.

After they had both fallen silent, Brienne appeared beside them. She must have been gathering supplies together while Amarah and Jaime jabbed at each other with their sharp words. "Into the boat, Kingslayer" Brienne prodded him loudly. Once Brienne had all but shoved Jaime into the boat she turned back to look at Amarah.

"Feeling any better, my lady?" she asked before bundling Amarah into the boat as well.

Amarah gave her a pleasant smile in return. Shifting all of her frustration and doubt onto Jaime Lannister had left her in a far better mood than before. "Yes, Brienne, I am feeling much better after all."

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