No one could find Lady Lannister on her wedding night. Tywin was furious. He didn't want all the guests who remained to know that she was missing nor did he want her running away and escaping them. The castle and grounds were searched nevertheless though the men were forbidden to tell any of the guests what it was they were searching for and no sign of her was found. There were no horses missing so Tywin took that as a good sign that she hadn't gone far. Jaime wasn't so sure about that. His father hadn't seen the look in her eyes when she had realized what he had done to her brother. His father didn't even know the truth of why she had run off and Jaime had no intention of ever telling him.

It was past dawn when Jaime finally stumbled into bed. They had searched all night. Tywin had done a lot of yelling and lecturing in that time. Jaime was worn out and dejected. He collapsed onto the bed and slept for just over an hour before being awakened by someone pounding on his door. He dragged himself out of the bed and went to the door. On the other side stood a group of knights, his father, and Arya.

"We found her in the wine cellar, drunk." Tywin told him. "She will stay in your chambers and you will settle whatever it is that happened between you. Is that understood?"

"Yes Father." Jaime said through gritted teeth. Arya only glared at Tywin. Then having no other choice she went into Jaime's bedchamber as expected.

"I'm not settling anything." Arya said as soon as the door was closed behind them.

"I didn't expect you were." Jaime said, pouring himself some wine.

"Can I have some of that?" She eyed the wine. He passed her the cup in his hand and poured another.

He downed the wine before even trying to speak. 'Arya, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what happened to Bran. It was a terrible thing to do…"

"Why did you do it?" She was still angry.

He took a deep breath. He was in so deep already that it could hardly make it worse to tell her the whole truth at this point. "You've heard the rumors about my sister and I?"

"Yes." She said, not sure where he was heading.

"They were true. Your brother caught us, Cersei and I. If he had told anyone…."

"He wouldn't have told anyone!" Arya protested. "You could have scared him into not talking. You didn't need to try to kill him."

He didn't deny it. "You're probably right. And I'm sorry." He said evenly. It was all he could say.

Arya's eyes filled with tears but she shed none. "I need more wine." She crossed the room and poured herself another cup. "So Joffrey and Myrcella and Tommen are yours?"

"Yes."

Arya gulped down her cup of wine and immediately poured another cup.

"Don't you think you've had enough wine?" Jaime commented.

"No. There will never be enough wine in all the world for this."

Jaime hated the way the words stung. He wanted to be able to not care. "I've been up all night. I need to sleep. I'll leave space on the bed for you. Even if you decide not to sleep I wouldn't suggest leaving this room. My father will likely just send you right back in here."

He felt the bed move when she joined him a couple of hours later. She slept near the edge as far away from him as possible but she did sleep.

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"I had planned to leave for Kingslanding right away." Tywin told them that day at the noon meal. They had slept the better part of the morning. "But if the two of you are still angry with each other then there is no guarantee of having any heirs."

"Of course we aren't angry my lord." Arya said more sweetly than Jaime had ever heard her sound. Then as if to prove it she turned to Jaime and kissed him, longingly.

"There's no need for all that." Tywin said, somewhat amused. "I believe you."

Tywin left them to return to Kinglslanding the same day. Arya changed back into her men's clothes as soon as he was gone and she sought out Ser Hiram to spar with. Jaime didn't offer to take a turn and she didn't ask him to. Watching them, Jaime could see that she was angry and she was taking out all of her anger on Ser Hiram. It was a good thing that the young knight was wearing armor because Arya would have very likely injured him by now without it.

She didn't speak to Jaime all day. When evening came Arya locked herself in her old chambers and shared her bed with Kalla.