"Gwen, you need to hold still," Jaime scolded her as she flinched from his touch once more. He was sat behind her on the edge of the bed, his body turned to the side and his eyes focused on her neck. She held her hair in one hand over her shoulder as Jaime ran the cloth down her skin. He looked at the cuts which he was cleaning as she winced once more.

"Gwen." He scolded her.

"Sorry," she snapped back. "But whatever is on that cloth is really hurting my skin."

"It's to make sure the cut is clean," Jaime informed her and she rolled her eyes at hearing him as he looked at the final cut and ran the wet cloth down it. "Don't want you getting an infection now, do we?"

"I suppose not," Gwen muttered and Jaime smirked at her flippant attitude. He remained sat where he was, his eyes staring down her long, pale neck to where the dress sat around her shoulders.

"What else did Hoat do to you?" Jaime wondered from her, his tone suddenly dark and Gwen looked down to her lap, her eyes completely focused on it and on the mattress which she sat on.

"I don't require any moon tea, if that is what you're asking," she whispered and Jaime closed his eyes for a moment, inhaling sharply as Gwen kept her head bowed, her fingers parting her curls as Jaime finished with the cloth and tossed it back into the jug the maester had brought him.

"I'm sorry," Jaime told her. "I should have come back sooner for you. I should have taken you that night."

"It doesn't matter," Gwen said to him, turning her head over her shoulder to glance back at him, a timid smile on her face as her eyes searched his. "You cannot dwell on the past. Besides, you came back and that is all that matters."

He moved his hand without thinking, cupping her neck for a moment before she stood up and Jaime remained sat where he was, his gaze following her as she wandered around the tent which had been set up for him. It didn't contain much. All it had was a bed and a jug of water. She supposed they were travelling light.

"I shouldn't have left in the first place," Jaime admitted to her. "Seeing him...with you...it sickens me, Gwen."

"It sickens you," she snorted back, shaking her head back and forth before she took her seat next to Jaime once more, crossing one leg over the other and pulling her skirts over them. "You cannot blame yourself for what he did. I've been through much worse than that in the past few weeks."

"You shouldn't have had to," Jaime said.

"And you shouldn't have had your hand chopped off," she retaliated and Jaime prominently groaned at the memory. "But things happen...and...I know it will take time to get over them. I don't know if I ever will...but..."

"You can't let them win," Jaime concluded and she nodded and smiled warmly at him, running her hand down the arm with the stump. He watched her with wonder as she completed the soothing action and he wondered why she didn't think it was ugly.

Jaime knew that it made him less of a man. He knew that it was disgusting and he could only imagine how repulsed Cersei would be by it to start with. He could understand that. But Gwen looked at it as if it didn't matter. She looked at him as if nothing had happened and she didn't think any less of him.

"What happens when we reach Kings Landing?" Gwen enquired and Jaime took a deep breath, thinking about what would happen to her.

"I...I shall ask Cersei to have pity on you when she lays eyes on you. She may allow you to stay as a kitchen maid or something which is out of her sight...unless you want to travel back North?"

"Lord Robb wouldn't look at me," Gwen said to him. "I've betrayed him. He resents his own mother so Gods only know what he would do to me. I assume he may take pity on me but I don't know. War changes everything."

"We will have to wait and see, Gwen," Jaime urged her, knowing full well that Lord Robb could be dead. "I don't know what will happen once we reach Kings Landing. But you have my protection. I can promise you that."

"I don't care," she whispered to him. "Anything is better than being with Hoat...even death."

"Gwen." Jaime winced once more.

"What? We both know it is possible," she told him, holding onto his arm tightly as he looked at the motion, her fingers wrapped around his skin and he shook his head slowly. "The fact that you will stand by me just shows how much you value your family words."

"It's more than that," Jaime said, his head bowed as she watched him in the darkness. The only light came from the dim candle which sat on the floor and that was slowly burning out. "It is true that a Lannister always repays their debts. But that is not why I helped you...Gwen...I helped you because I care about you. I care about you more than I care to admit because I know that nothing can happen."

"Because you're loyal to your sister," Gwen concluded and he shook his head at her.

"That is part of it," Jaime told her before managing to draw his gaze back to hers, his voice soft and timid as he moved his hand to rest on her cheek. "I'm a member of the Kingsguard. You know what that means. I have an oath to honour...as best as I can anyway...and you're a Stark maid...we...we cannot mix and you know that."

"I know it," Gwen muttered. "It doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt."

"Of course it will hurt," Jaime said to her. "But you have to think logically. I cannot run away with you and keep you safe. It wouldn't work and I don't know if I would want to do it. I like you, Gwen...but I'm no knight in shining armour."

She said nothing as she listened to him and she nodded. She knew he was right. It never would be able to work out and she should quash the thoughts which ran around in her head. She should stop thinking so naively. It didn't matter. None of it mattered.

"What will happen to Brienne?" Gwen wondered from Jaime as both of them looked down. Their legs were touching thigh to thigh as their upper halves remained turned to each other. Gwen could feel the heat radiating from Jaime and it comforted her to know he was so close to her. It seemed he was the only thing to comfort her.

"I have no idea what will happen to the wench," Jaime admitted. "I'm just happy to see she is out of that ghastly gown."

"Jaime," Gwen scolded him and he chuckled, looking at her as a ghost of a smirk formed on her lips and he smirked at seeing her, watching as her eyes moved up and she looked at him.

"She looks nowhere near as beautiful as you do," Jaime told her and drew a blush to her cheek.

"Shut up," she muttered and he smiled as he rested his hand against her cheek, feeling the skin turning warm under his touch. He saw her hesitate for a moment, her eyes clouding over with fear before he spoke to her.

"It's only me," Jaime assured her, not wanting for her to recoil from him. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"I know," Gwen whispered. "I guess I'm just...well...still a bit cautious."

"And I cannot blame you," Jaime told her. "It will take time for you to heal."

She said nothing as she looked at him, their eyes locking and unable to look away as Jaime moved his hand slowly down her cheek to the back of her neck. His fingers curled around her as he slowly moved closer to her, his brain protesting and his mind telling him not to be so foolish. He would make matters worse if he did this.

Gwen closed her eyes, trying to control her breathing as she reminded herself that it was just Jaime. It was Jaime and he wouldn't hurt her. He couldn't hurt her. She felt his warm breath on the sides of her cheeks before she felt his lips against her skin, resting just to the side of her mouth. He remained still, giving her time to adjust and make sure she didn't jump back from him. She made no motion of movement, choosing to remain where she was and Jaime's lips slowly lifted from her skin.

She moved her hand then, holding onto Jaime's hand as he laced his fingers through hers and finally placed his lips down onto her own. Gwen remained motionless, not too sure what to do as Jaime moved his lips from hers a moment later. He knew it had been awkward. He had fully expected it to be. Gwen was still scared and he knew that kissing her wasn't the best idea he'd had. But he had to do it. And even though it was awkward, it was nice.

"I'm sorry," Jaime began to apologise as she said nothing, her eyes only slightly open and her lips parted softly as she inhaled quickly. "I should never have done that. I knew you weren't...I know and I didn't think..."

"It doesn't matter," Gwen assured him, still holding his hand which she had taken from her neck. "I'm fine. You don't need to worry about me. I know it wasn't brilliant and I..."

"No," Jaime assured her. "Do you think that it was terrible?"

She took a moment before she shook her head and Jaime nodded back to her, agreeing full well with her.

"I don't think it was terrible either," he promised her calmly. "Awkward, yes, but not terrible...nowhere near terrible."

"We should maybe forget about it," Gwen told him. "I mean...we don't want to..."

Jaime smiled at her and she sat back for a moment, wondering what he found so amusing at that moment in time. She arched a brow as Jaime laughed and shook his head, pushing his free hand through his blonde locks.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing," Jaime assured her. "I just don't know if I can forget about it. Maybe I've made everything ten times worse."

"I doubt that," Gwen said to him. "We should maybe get some sleep...it's been a long day."

"Agreed," Jaime said to her. "I'm afraid there isn't a bed for you though. We didn't think to bring one along."

"I can manage on the floor."

"Have my bed," Jaime said and she shook her head.

"You need it more than I do."

"I doubt that," Jaime informed her and she shook her head, moving away from the bed before he grabbed onto her arm, hauling her back to him as he stared at her. "Just take it." He urged her and placed a finger over her lips before she could protest anymore. She smiled up to him as he released her and she pecked him on the cheek before moving over to the bed.

The two of them spent the rest of the night sat in each other's company and talking about everything which didn't matter in life. Jaime had to admit that he did prefer her company when the conversation was light. He learnt that her first crush had actually been a member of Lord Stark's men. He listened as she told him that she had gotten lost in the Godswood once and Lady Stark had brought her back when her mother had died. He laughed at her when she said that she had once managed to release a horse by accident and she had no idea where it had gone.

He didn't know how long they had been talking but he soon heard Gwen's yawns and the drowsy tone of her voice as sleep overcame her.

...

The remainder of the journey to Kings Landing was long and tedious. Gwen was kept with Brienne near the back of the congregation whilst Jaime was kept under Walton's gaze. It was on the final day of the journey when Jaime urged her to ride alongside him. She did so after a moment and she saw him turn to look at her as Walton spoke to him; his voice completely full of authority even over a man like Jaime.

"I hope you remember the deal, Lannister," he hissed at Jaime who winced, not taking kindly to be spoken to in such a tone. Jaime nodded at him once, his gaze entirely focused on Gwen and making sure she was safe as he knew Kings Landing would be within their sights in a few moments.

Gwen kept her mouth closed as Kings Landing finally came into view and she refused to look at Jaime. The Kingslayer looked around and wondered if anything changed at all. He doubted it. He kept silent as they entered the outer courtyard and he looked around, noting the familiar colours of the Kingsguard's cloaks as he dismounted his horse.

"I see my sister has been busy making allies," Jaime declared as he stepped forwards, his escort remaining sat on their horses apart from Brienne who had climbed down. Gwen watched on for a moment, wondering what would happen as the two men Jaime had addressed bowed down at the waist.

"What happened to your hand?" one of them asked him and Jaime looked up to the sky.

"Well, as you can see," he spoke sarcastically, "it is no more. A run in with a certain man named Hoat. He promptly died by my other hand."

The two men looked wearily at each other before Jaime moved to Gwen's horse and offered her his good hand. She looked at him hesitantly and only then did she realise that he was trying to keep her by his side. She took hold of it, her other hand moving to his shoulder as he helped her with the dissent.

"You!"

The shout startled Jaime as his hand rested on Gwen's waist and he steadied her from the climb down. The pair of them turned as Loras Tyrell looked at Brienne with extreme hatred. He started towards her and Jaime took Gwen's hand, moving back to the young knight who glared at Brienne.

"You killed him! You killed Lord Renly...after all he did for you...he made you part of his Kingsguard and you kill him!"

Jaime saw that the anger in the younger boy's face was something which he wouldn't be able to control. It seemed many people had loved Renly.

"I did not kill him," Brienne denied. "I never would have killed him."

"You did," Loras snapped back, his face turning red as he took hold of his sword and pointed it straight at Brienne. Brienne did nothing but stand where she was, her head held high as Jaime groaned and moved to intervene. "And now you will pay with your own life."

"Leave it be, Tyrell," Jaime warned him, his voice low and deadly as Gwen continued to hold onto his hand, her other hand wrapping around his wrist as Jaime watched Loras refuse to drop his sword.

"This is nothing to do with you." Loras said and Jaime looked at him with a smug grin, his brow arched as his eyes watched the young boy with intent.

"I am the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard," he reminded him. "You will do well to remember that and you will do as I tell you. If not then I shall have that sword rammed straight through you and you can go back to your precious Renly. Do you understand me?"

Loras said nothing, his glare still on Brienne as he lowered his sword, the reluctance in his motions slowing him down. He sheathed the blade and spoke once more.

"I want her arrested," he demanded and Jaime sighed as Brienne looked at him, wondering what he would do. He looked around at the two members of the Kingsguard and he nodded at them, agreeing to their requests. If she was locked away then it would keep her out of trouble and keep her alive.

"Take her to a tower cell," Jaime said and Gwen winced as they grabbed Brienne and began to drag her away. She looked at him, her eyes filled with hatred as Jaime caught her gaze, silently trying to convey why he had done what he had just done. He looked away as the rest of his escort dismounted and Gwen looked at him, hissing as the men busied themselves in jumping down from their horses.

"Why did you do that?" she wondered from him and he watched her for a moment.

"It keeps her alive," he said simply as Walton stood before Jaime, waiting for his rewards to be given to him. Jaime nodded once before knowing that he would have to lead them to the treasure room for he wanted nothing more than for them to leave the capital.

Jaime looked across as a young squire moved through the courtyard, his head bowed and Jaime called him over, needing to know where his sister was. He had thought she would present for his arrival but it seemed not.

"Boy," Jaime drawled, "the Queen. Where is she?"

"In the sept, my Lord," he informed her and Jaime's brow furrowed as he wondered why Cersei would be down there. "She mourns over the loss of her son, King Joffrey."

Gwen looked at Jaime, wondering if he would have any emotion towards the death of the boy. He had been his son too. But he remained cold and emotionless, not a sign of a tear in his eye nor of a whimper from his lips.

"How did he die?" Jaime wondered.

"Poison, my Lord," the squire responded. "Lord Tyrion was the one who was said to have poisoned the boy."

Jaime said nothing as Gwen thought about what she had just heard. That didn't sound like Tyrion in the slightest. He was too clever to have been caught and Gwen knew that. She also wanted to know where Sansa and Arya were. She couldn't begin to comprehend what had happened.

"Foolish thing for him to do," Jaime said after a moment's thought.

"Yes, my Lord," the squire agreed half heartedly with Jaime who took a moment to look back at Walton who was looking at him with a lack of patience.

"Could you do me a favour?" Jaime asked the squire. "Can you escort these men to the grand hall? They must be hungry and thirsty and tell the kitchen that Ser Jaime says to feed the men as much as they want"

"What about our money?" Walton wondered before the squire even had the chance to say anything further. Jaime looked back to Walton, his face one of annoyance as Gwen remained silent, hoping that her presence in the capital would go amiss.

"I shall pay you once I return from running my errands," Jaime drawled. "In the meantime go and enjoy the hospitality of the capital."

He said no more as he whirled around on the spot and began to move off, Gwen being pulled alongside him as she kept close to his side, her eyes looking down as people glanced at Jaime, knowing full well who he was. She supposed she was fortunate that the stump on his hand was creating more attention than she was.

"I'll keep you hidden in my chambers," Jaime whispered to her as he dropped her hand, refusing to draw any more attention to them. "You have to promise me that you'll stay there and not go anywhere."

"I don't think you have to worry about me running off," Gwen said bluntly and Jaime smirked for a moment as they moved down the empty corridor. He rested his hand on her back, trying to give her some comfort before he heard a curt voice speak.

"Jaime?"

He froze, slowly removing his hand from Gwen before he turned around. Gwen didn't need to turn around to see who had called his name. She recognised the cold and hard voice from anywhere.

"Leave us," she ordered and Gwen remained stood where she was, unable to turn around as Jaime watched her move closer to him and he felt relief flood through his veins. She was still alive and well. He smiled at the sight of her as her lips remained tight, looking at the blonde who was by his side.

"Cersei," Jaime spoke, looking over her shoulder to see her guard disappear.

"You brought a friend, brother," Cersei said and Gwen turned around slowly, revealing herself to the blonde woman who looked completely bemused. Her gaze narrowed as Jaime said nothing for a moment, trying to think of how to get Gwen out from trouble. Cersei's eyes moved to the stump on his arm and her fingers laced together in front of her.

"What happened?" Cersei wondered and Jaime coughed awkwardly whilst Gwen said nothing, knowing that her words would be twisted if she tried to.

"It is a long story. One that is not important at this moment in time."

"And what is she doing with you? She is a traitor, Jaime," Cersei snapped at her brother. Jaime shook his head softly before resting his hand onto Cersei's arm, looking at her with wide eyes.

"She was sent to bring me back here by Lady Stark," Jaime explained. "She had hoped for a trade for Lady Arya and Lady Sansa in compensation for myself."

"Well, she will have a long wait," Cersei replied. "The girls have vanished from the capital. Arya left after her father's death and Sansa after our Joffrey's death. Besides, it does not matter now. Have you not heard of the Stark's demise?"

"No," Jaime whispered. He had an idea what had happened. He knew what Bolton had planned to do but he hadn't told Gwen of the plan. He didn't want to upset her more than she had been. And so he kept quiet.

"Robb Stark was killed. He married someone other than the Frey girl and he had to be punished for it. He was killed along with his mother who has suffered the same fate."

"No," Gwen spoke and Jaime saw how she was shaking her head, her tears rolling down her cheeks at the information. Cersei said nothing, looking at the maid as Jaime bowed his head, realising that Gwen had nothing left.

"The Northern Rebellion has been quashed. There is nothing more for the Starks," Cersei declared to her brother. "Besides, I would like to know how the maid has come to be in your company." His sister urged him and Jaime looked to Gwen who was still stood on the spot, her tears dripping down from her face as she thought of Lady Stark and Lord Robb. And Sansa and Arya. Gods only knew where they were.

"She has been looking after me during my journey back here," Jaime said. "If it was not for her then I would have died because of this," Jaime said, holding his stump up and exaggerating the truth. Cersei looked at the stump and he saw a flash of horror pass her eyes as she looked back to his green gaze.

"It is horrific," she admitted to him and Jaime felt something in his chest at her words. Not once had Gwen spoken to him like that. "But it doesn't matter. I have wanted the girl dead for quite some time."

"What does it matter?" Jaime asked his sister. "The entire seven kingdoms know of us."

"They know only the rumours that they hear," Cersei interrupted. "Tommen sits on the throne now. Myrcella has been shipped off like a common whore by our imp brother. The rumours are all that remains and she knows them to be true."

"A Lannister always repays his debts," Jaime said and Cersei glared at him, her shoulders tensing as she caught her brother's gaze.

"Or is this more than that?" Cersei wondered from her brother. "Has she been keeping your bed warm at night?"

"No," Jaime replied to her, remembering the conversation he had with her many moons ago. "You know I am loyal to you. But I am in debt, sister. Spare her life and let her be."

"Your debt hardly matters now that you are back here," Cersei assured her brother before looking back to where her guards stood, keeping themselves to themselves at the end of the corridor. "She will be locked up along with our dear brother."

"Cersei-"

"-If you are loyal to me then this should not bother you," she snapped back at him. "Guards, arrest this woman and have her thrown in the dungeon with the imp."

Gwen wondered what to do as she contemplated running away. She knew running would end in instant death. Jaime said nothing, glaring at his sister as she watched the little maid contemplate what to do with her time.

"I shall spare her life," Cersei spoke, her eyes looking to Gwen as the maid wormed around in the guard's grip, trying to free herself. "But she will be begging for death after time in the dungeon."

Gwen struggled as they led her away and Jaime watched on, his mouth closed as he considered what to do for a few moments. Cersei looked back at him, a smile on her pink lips as she looked at Jaime.

"Consider your debt repaid," she sneered at him. "I've let her keep her life."

"She will not say anything, Cersei. Times have changed."

"And so have you," his sister observed. "I did not know you valued her life so highly. It also makes me question your loyalty."

Jaime said nothing back to her as she held her arm out to him, wondering if he would take it.

"Do you not want to see our son?" she asked him and Jaime instantly wanted to say no. The last thing he wanted to do was go and see Joffrey. He couldn't stand the child when he was alive. He doubted he would be able to stand him dead. No. All he wanted at that moment in time was to go to Gwen and free her from his sister's merciless punishment.

...

"Ah, I do recognise you. The pretty little Stark maid."

Gwen looked across her cell to where he sat, resting in the corner of it in the dark. Gwen moved on her knees to the front of the cell, her hands wrapping around the bars as she squinted in the darkness and saw him.

"Lord Tyrion," Gwen spoke his name. "I understand you are in here for the murder of the King of the Iron Throne."

"There are sometimes when I wish I was," Tyrion admitted to her, growing bored of being cooped up in his small cell. "Perhaps if I did it then it would make my time in her justifiable. Anyway, how have you ended up here?"

"Lady Stark sent me with Ser Jaime back to Kings Landing. She hoped for an exchanged between him and Lady Arya and Lady Sansa."

"Ah, my doting wife." Tyrion said and Gwen felt her heart flutter and her blood turn cold as Tyrion stood up, moving in his cell so he stood closer to the bars. He watched on for a moment, seeing Gwen's face scrunch up as he did so.

"Did you not hear the glorious news? My father wed me to Sansa in order to secure the North. She made a very nice wife, I have to admit. She was completely willing and obedient."

"She...they say she left..." Gwen said and Tyrion nodded.

"She fled as soon as Joffrey died. Insolent little brat made her life a living hell. You would barley be able to understand...what with being an innocent maid. I assume Jaime is back in Kings Landing now?"

"He is," Gwen spoke. "He is with your sister. He was...well...he was taking me somewhere safe before she found us."

"Really?" Tyrion wondered; amusement held in his voice as he watched the maid's cheeks redden and he chuckled. "My brother was protecting you. How times have changed. Tell me, is he still madly in love with Cersei or has he succumbed to your gentle nature?"

Gwen was unsure of how to answer that question for she didn't know. In truth she had no idea what ran around Jaime's head. None of it made any sense to her.

"No matter," Tyrion shook his head. "I shall find out in the near future what my brother thinks. No doubt he will come down here to see me...and perhaps you..."

"Jaime-"

"-On first name terms with him, are you?" Tyrion wondered; his brow arched as wonder took hold of him. "My, my, how lovely. I see that he has managed to charm you."

"You always did know how to talk."

Both Gwen and Tyrion turned to look down the rows of cells as Jaime moved towards them, his eyes dashing between the pair of them. Tyrion placed his hand to his chest and leant back a little.

"My brother, you wound me," he chuckled and Jaime looked over to Gwen. He felt himself recoil from her small smile, closing his eyes for a brief moment and remembering what he had just done with Cersei.

He had held his sister once again.

He had lain with her.

He had done all of that and deep down it sickened him.

It sickened him to think of her with him whilst Gwen sat by herself in some cell. And then Cersei had told him of her plans. She had told him of how he needed to kill Tyrion for her. She told him how his son had died by the hands of his brother. She kept on telling him that he had changed.

And then she had dragged Gwen into the conversation. She asked what had happened between him and the maid. She asked him why he showed her pity. He told her of what she had been through. He told her of how she had been violated multiple times and Cersei had told him how she failed to care. She told him how her life meant nothing to her. Jaime knew he had lost his sister.

"I doubt I could do that," Jaime said to Tyrion. "I hear you are here because of your murder of the King."

"As I was telling our dear maid," Tyrion drawled, "I wish I had killed him as it would justify me being here. However, Cersei seems to be forgetting that I am not foolish enough to poison him."

"She says you threatened to kill him on multiple occasions."

"As did many people in the capital," Tyrion replied. "I am not foolish enough to carry out the job myself. Cersei simply wants me dead."

"I can tell," Jaime replied, still hesitant in his brother's company. He knew deep down that Tyrion couldn't have been the one to kill him. He knew his brother was not foolish enough.

"I see you have a vital part of yourself missing, brother," Tyrion declared. "If you keep losing limbs then you'll catch up with me."

"I doubt that will happen," Jaime said and his brother chuckled before looking across to Gwen.

"I was just asking your dear friend what business she has here in Kings Landing. It seems she delivered you safely back to us."

"Yes," Jaime said and ran a hand through his hair before looking at Gwen who had her fingers wrapped around the metal of the bars still, willing for Jaime to say something to her. "She did help me."

"Yet she finds herself locked down here." Tyrion said. "Although it seems to be the innocent people who end up locked away in here."

"Cersei shows no mercy," Jaime said, watching Gwen as he moved to stand by her. Tyrion watched as his brother moved his hand to rest over Gwen's fingers and he wondered if perhaps his brother had moved on from his sister.

Jaime felt terrible as Gwen moved her fingers into his and held onto him tightly. He had slept with Cersei. He had done that and then he had listened to his sister spout her venom and he didn't know how to feel. It was wrong of him to run to Gwen. She should not be second best simply because Cersei had changed in his eyes.

But deep down he knew that she wasn't second best. He knew that but he had been fighting it. He had been fighting it out of his loyalty to Cersei.

"What does she intend to do?" Gwen wondered and Jaime watched her for a second.

"She intends to keep you locked up in here," Jaime said and he shook his head. "I won't let her. I am to go and see my father. I shall tell him how you kept me alive and I shall see if I can have you released. You may have to be a hostage here but it will get you out of here. I am sure my father will honour the family words to the woman who saved my life and kept me going."

"Will your sister allow it?"

"She will have no choice. The only true reason she has you down here is because you know of us." Jaime whispered so Tyrion couldn't hear. "I will do my best for you. I promise."

"I don't doubt it," Gwen whispered to him and Jaime smiled, releasing her hand and placing it through the bars, running his fingers along her cheek as he looked at her.

If only she knew what he had done with his own sister.

"How lovely," Tyrion declared. "You try to break your maid out of the dungeon but you would leave your own brother to rot."

"You know that I would help you if I could, Tyrion," Jaime said and turned his head over his shoulder to look at his brother as his fingers remained on Gwen's cheek. "But there is nothing I can say to change father's mind."

"I suppose this is what happens when you are born as a Halfling," Tyrion complained.

Jaime rolled his eyes and looked back at Gwen for a moment.

"Remember to stay strong," Jaime urged her. "I will be back soon."

"I know," Gwen whispered and Jaime smiled at her and turned on his heel, passing a warning look to his brother as he went.

"Don't you fill her head with your filth," Jaime called to him as he rushed back down the dungeon, his intent fully on finding his father.

"I have no intention of doing so," Tyrion promised his brother before regarding Gwen once more, her eyes still looking down the dungeon as she watched Jaime leave.

"Apparently he is besotted," Tyrion muttered to himself and sat back down, wondering what would happen to his brother and his precious maid.

...

A/N: Pretty long chapter here guys! I hope you enjoyed it as there is a lot more to come! Anyway, thank you to Jofrench22, smilin steph, Miss. Lori MacManus, chaz, 5daysofsummer, The Velvet Ash, moonlight1ify and x XRoweenaJAugustineX x for reviewing! It seems like Jaime is finally coming round. Anyway, I do hope that you will let me know what you think until next time...