House:SL

Chapter 2

AN: A Note/Warning to the readers if you didn't know, this is a Jaime/Arya fanfiction. Sorry for the long wait. But I will now update every other week and I'll update the next chapter in a few days because I feel this chapter is just an add-on to chapter 1.

Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones.

Jaime

Winterfell is the last place that Jaime ever wanted to be. When the Hand of the King Lord Jon Arryn died suddenly Jaime thought that all his problems would quietly go away. But now here he was in the heart of the North with King Robert who wanted the Lord of Winterfell Eddard Stark to be his new Hand. Currently the King was with Lord Stark in the crypts of Winterfell leaving everyone else outside in the open.

Tired of all the waiting Jaime removed his helm. Maybe I should of have taken the position of the Hand for myself when Cersei offered it to me. Anything to prevent Eddard Stark from going to the capital.

The whole trip to Winterfell was a headache for Jaime. The group traveled at a snail's pace on the Kingsroad wasting a whole month while stopping at various cities or inns. The worst thing about the trip was his sister she was beyond annoyed and angry even though she didn't show it. But sooner or later her anger and annoyance will surface out and when it does he had no doubt that she will channel it towards him. Unfortunately or rather fortunately for Jaime, he and Cersei haven't had any time for privacy during the trip with all the eyes and ears present.

As boredom crept to Jaime his eyes began to wander until they landed on a small girl with eyes as grey as iron. He recognized her as the youngest of the Stark's girl and when their eyes met the girl looked way immediately from his stare. But Jaime continued to stare at her confused and wondering.

Was she glaring at me?

Hopefully it wouldn't be a long stay for Jaime at Winterfell.

Great Hall

"I don't fight in tournaments because when I fight a man for real I don't want to let him know what I can do."

"Well said." Jaime smirked knowing full well what Ned Stark was implying. Lord Stark brushed past Jaime not wanting to be near his presence for a moment longer. It was no secret that the Lord of Winterfell hated Jaime's very existence.

And yet here I am in Stark's castle eating his meat and drinking his wine, being treated as his honorable guest. Jaime thought returning to his table. He noticed that his brother Tyrion finally arrived to the feast drinking out of his own flagon of wine instead of using a cup.

"You seemed to be enjoying yourself." Jaime remarked happy to have some company after a long day.

"It is my first time visiting the North; I'd like to make it as pleasing as possible. Surprisingly there are plenty of entertaining things to do here." Tyrion said reaching for some chicken fingers.

"At least one Lannister wants to actually be here." Jaime mutters remembering the brothel that Jaime had found Tyrion in earlier that day.

"Oh don't be like that Brother." Tyrion smiled trying to lighten Jaime's mood. "If you go around with such a negative attitude then there's no possible way you can make this visit a more pleasant experience for yourself."

Jaime rolled his eyes scoffing at the idea. "I don't think that's possible."

"See, that's exactly what I'm talking about! If you think that you will most definitely have a bad time then you're setting yourself up to have a bad time. This trip doesn't have to be a disaster for you, just try to have some fun. You might find something that you like here." Tyrion suggested chewing down his chicken.

"I'll try." Jaime responded but grimly as he sighed doubting Tyrion's thoughts. Tyrion just didn't understand that the lion didn't belong in the North. As the thought came to him Jaime then looked for Cersei out of the corner of his eyes. Cersei wore a mask of false courtesies smiling and laughing with Lady Stark acting the total opposite of what she truly felt. He looked away knowing his sister far too well that she will continue with her acting.

And as he looked away he saw those same grey northern eyes again. The same ones he looked upon earlier that day the exact same eyes of her father. Once again his eyes caught hers but this time she continued to stare back a bit longer. She was several tables away in a conservative white dress of the North. She finally realized that Jaime was actually staring back and just like before she shyly looked away. Jaime didn't notice that he was smiling as he himself realized that maybe the Stark girl wasn't glaring at him earlier in the day.

"That's good." Tyrion interrupted gaining Jaime's attention again.

"Huh, what?" Jaime asked lost.

Tyrion handed Jaime a cup of wine. "That's good that you will try to have some fun."

"Oh, um yeah." Jaime agreed taking the cup from Tyrion. "Like I said I'll try." Jaime toasted with the promise in mind and trying not to think of the color grey.

AN: I'll try to update by Friday.