Jaime

"Sapphires. Little blue diamonds that sparkle. It's worth a lot of gold." Jaime said.

"I know what they are." Locke replied coldly to him.

"Do you know who her father is? Where she's from?"

Brienne's screaming grew louder by the second.

"Why? Does he have more gold than Lord Tywin?"

"No." Jaime began.

"She's from an island called Tarth, it's also known as 'Sapphire Island', do you know why?"

At that point Jaime heard the tearing of clothes and even more screaming.

"Shut the fuck up, you big bitch!" He heard one of them yell.

"Why?"

"It's called Sapphire Island because, it has all the Sapphires in all of Westeros. I'm sure if you returned her to Tarth unbesmirched, he'll pay you back in her weight with Sapphires."

Even more screaming followed.

"Unbesmirched." Jaime reminded.

"Fancy words."

"Well, I am a fancy man. My father had me read two hours a day back at Casterly Rock."

Locke looked as if he was actually deciding.

"Very well, then, Oi! You might as well stop fucking the big bitch."

"WHAT?! WE WERE JUST GETTING STARTED WITH HER!"

"The Kingslayer changed my mind."

"Thank You, Locke. Everyone in Tarth, and me are eternally grateful.

Jaime's voice was eerily calm, but his hands were shaking with fear. It's all a lie. He thought. It's called the sapphire island because of the seawater.

"And I'm grateful to you for reminding me of the Sapphires." Locke said smmothly.

"Good." Jaime Said. "Would it be too much to ask you to untie these ropes? They are chafing my arms." Fuck, now I've done it, he'll probably beat me. He thought, but that never happened.

"Gladly." Locke said.

"Thank You, I would be most thankful."

"Remember to mention this to your father." He casually said while cutting off Jaime's restraints.

"Of course. You will be rewarded in my weight with gold for this."

"Good, hey! Bring the chicken over here for Ser Jaime."

"Jaime was surprised. Not only that he was shocked beyond measure.

Why in the Seven Hells was he being so good to me? Is a man of his nature really concerned about things such as Sapphires and gold?

Two of Locke's men carried Brienne by the arms, and threw her down on the ground with her hands tied up.

"Here's your maiden, KINGSLAYER." The man spat out the words with pure venom in his tongue.

"Stop it. He is Ser Jaime."

Now that was really pushing it. No one outside my family, has ever purposefully addressed me Ser Jaime, without being forced. Unless, this was a trick. That's it, it was a trick, to lull me into a false sense of security. He can't do that. Not to me, I'll never let my guard down no matter wha…

But he never even got to finish his thought. Locke knocked him down onto a log, with his foot on his back.

"How's you're tongue now? Kingslayer? He asked sarcastically with just as much venom in his tongue as his man. "You think that everyone has to bend their fucking knee to you, and bow down every time you open that filthy silver tongue of yours?

"My father… He tried to say.

"Your FATHER. Every single time you're in a jam, all you've got to say is 'My father.'

My father won't save me now, I've got to get to King's Landing myself. That and the wench.

"You two! Hold him down!"

Immediately, two large men grabbed Jaime by the arms, and held him down.

"You need a lesson in manners, Kingslayer."

He's going to do something to me, but what? Cut off my nose? Ear? He gulped. My manhood? NO. He's going to cut off my favorite part, my right hand. He can't, that hand means everything to me. It's the thing that transforms me from Jaime Lannister to a member of the Kingsguard! No! I can't let him…

He began to struggle violently.

"Oh yes….

Locke swung his sword at Jaime's right arm, hoping to sever it from his hand. But Jaime saw it coming. He bent his hand and Locke's sword hit only the log. Quickly, he bit the arm of one of the men holding him down and kicked the other one in his manhood. Sorry about that. Locke lunged at Jaime, fast. But not quite as fast as Jaime grabbed one of the men's sword. Their blades clashed violently.

"You were wrong. I don't have to say 'My father' this time.

Locke was clearly angered at this. He attacked Jaime again, his blade was blocked by Jaime's.

"Cut off my hand, will you?"

Jaime swung his sword at Locke's neck, Locke parried.

"Not as skilled as I thought you would be."

This angered Locke even more. The blades were making the worst of noises. Suddenly, Locke's men started to walk up.

"NO! Walk away, the Kingslayer is mine."

"But Lord Bolton….. One of them began.

"To the depths of the Seven Hells with Lord Bolton!" Locke Swore. "I'll kill this scum even if it means getting every single inch of my body flayed while I'm alive!" He bellowed.

"Shall we?" Jaime asked mockingly.

This time, it was Jaime who lunged at Locke, violently stabbing him, Locke blocked it once again. The swords continuously swung in different directions, moving and moving. It was as if they were flying.

"Come on, you can do better than that." Jaime mocked. "Always anger your enemy, rage blinds your thoughts, so don't get angry yourself." This phrase echoed in Jaime's head, it was something that Ser Barristen once told him. Jaime landed a gash on Locke's chest, the wound was deep. Locke stared at it for a moment.

"Yahhhharrgggggg!" He screamed, stabbing Jaime with his sword. After a while, Jaime grew exhausted of the fight. Ser Barristen was wrong, anger gives you strength. He thought after getting bruised by Locke. Locke then attacked him, attempting to slash his face. Jaime blocked, but Locke persisted, the blades were pressed against each other until….. they came apart once again, with Locke nearly flying backwards. Then, Jaime saw an opportunity, Locke's sword arm is unguarded, he swung at Locke's arm, and the hand came off instantly.

"YOU COCKSUCKING PIECE OF LANNISTER FILTH! I'LL HAVE YOU'RE FUCKING HEAD ON A SPIKE!"

But he never got to finish his insults, tough, Jaime had already slain him. His sword was right through Locke's face, the blade was so deep, that it was on the back of his head.

"You'll never get that, I suppose. Sorry I couldn't deliver you're last request." He chuckled and pulled out his sword, all of Locke's brains came out after that. He looked around him to see that all of Locke's men have flown…. All except for one.

Shit, why in all of the Seven Hells must he threaten Brienne? The man's dagger was at her throat.

"Put your sword down or the bitch dies." He said.

Fuck you, your family and all of your fucking children, put her down or I will cut you from balls to brains and rape your fucking corpse! He wanted to say. But instead he said nothing, he lunged at him. But it was too late, she had already kicked the man in the legs.

"Shit!" The man swore.

She picked up a lone sword on the ground and slid it through her ropes, she was free. Then, what seemed to be a flash of light, the man was dead, his throat cut wide open bleeding endlessly. Jaime stared at her in awe.

"Come, Ser Jaime. We have a long journey ahead of us." She said while mounting the man's horse, She slid her sword into the holster.

"Yes."

"Why did you save me from the rape?" She asked.

For once, Jaime was at a loss for words.

"It doesn't matter, we have to go before Bolton's men find us."

"You're not sounding like yourself." Jaime said.

"Then you should enjoy it."

He grinned.

"I think you saved me because you still have just a shred of humanity left in you just yet."

Damn, maybe you're right. Of course, like Cersei would say, he was losing his mind, or at least he thought so.

Then they both rode forwards towards the exit of the forest.