Sarah was flung over a horse with Locke, forced to sit behind him with her hands bound by rope. She sat with both her legs over the horse, the skirts of her dress hiked up to her thighs. She could already feel soreness run through her body as the horse moved. She occasionally looked behind her body, the sight of Jaime and Brienne tied together and bickering enough to make her long to be in their company in comparison to Locke's. She could scarcely stand the crude words which fell from his mouth. He was angering her beyond belief.

"So is it true what they say?" Locke suddenly asked from Sarah. "Your father's full of dark magic...he's gone mad enough to claim the Red God as his God."

Sarah remained mute, her chin jutting out and her jaw firmly set. Locke turned his head over his shoulder, a smirk on his face at the sight of the Baratheon girl with her stubborn set features.

"She is a quiet one, lads!" Locke suddenly yelled out and Sarah looked down to the ground, unable to do anything. She had no witty remark, nor did she have the heart to yell back. She didn't know what that would entail. She was no Jaime Lannister. She didn't have an answer for everything.

It was night before they all were thrown from horses and tied to trees within the forest and off the main road. Sarah was tied to a tree near Jaime's trunk, Brienne across from them. The men left them tied to the tree with a piece of stale bread to eat that night. Sarah wolfed it down, struggling to eat it as her arms were tied by her sides.

"You might be lucky," Jaime drawled, looking over to Sarah. His voice was low so that Brienne could not hear from opposite them.

"And how might I be lucky?" Sarah wondered from him.

Jaime looked at her with wide orbs, wondering if she had not thought about what they could do to her. He doubted they wouldn't dare. She was a Baratheon. Technicality would suggest her father was the rightful King. Jaime doubted they would hurt her.

"The men found two women roaming in the forest," Jaime informed her. "Granted, one is better looking than the other, but that won't matter to these men."

Sarah's orbs continued to widen and she shook her head at him, refusing to believe what he was saying to her. She didn't think he was telling her the truth. She did hope that her name would bring her some protection.

Jaime could see the worry growing in her face before he shrugged. "Be grateful you are who you are. Brienne may not be so lucky."

"We need to help her in that case," Sarah said. "She is Brienne of Tarth, is she not?"

"And do you know where Tarth is?" Jaime asked her back and she looked at him as though he were dense. She cocked her brow and Jaime chuckled at the condescending look she was giving him. "Of course Stannis taught his daughter where everything is."

"It is the Sapphire Isle," Sarah informed Jaime and he nodded in agreement with her.

The pair of them continued to look at each other and Jaime wondered if he should be deducing something from her look. He didn't particularly know, but he could imagine that she was plotting a way to save Brienne from an unsavoury fate.

"Why do you keep staring at me as though I know what you're thinking?" Jaime asked and Sarah rolled her eyes, wondering if he was as dense as he looked. She didn't get a chance to say anything more because the men sauntered back into camp, Locke leading them there.

"This one should be alright," Locke deduced. "The big one will be fine if you take her from behind. I'd let you have the other one...but...I don't know if it would be worth my life if she grew a bastard in her belly."

Jaime looked at Sarah with that knowing smug look before turning his gaze to see Brienne being untied from the tree. Sarah's mouth gaped open wide as Brienne struggled against the men, telling them who she was and who she served. Apparently they didn't care for Catelyn Stark anymore ever since she had gone against her son's wishes.

"Jaime," Sarah hissed to him.

He looked over to her again, noting how she squirmed in her ropes. Brienne's screams echoed deep within the forest, the noise shrill and painful against her ears. Jaime coughed and then looked up to Locke;

"Do you know who she is?" he wondered.

Locke inhaled a sharp breath, turning his eyes over to Jaime before looking between him and Sarah. He pulled his leather gloves from his fingers, holding them over one hand as he advanced towards the pair of them.

"Some big dumb bitch?" Locke guessed.

"She is Brienne of Tarth," Jaime ignored Locke's crude comment. "And do you know where Tarth is?"

"No," Locke admitted, shrugging nonchalantly without a single glance in Brienne's direction of screaming.

"Tarth is the known as the Sapphire Isle," Sarah interjected, wanting to hurry the conversation along so that she could stop hearing Brienne's cries. "And do you know why it is called that?"

Jaime's upper lip curled with a knowing smirk and Locke moved closer to Sarah, his hand moving down her hair and she shivered under his fingertips before he pulled a lump of hair upwards, straining her neck so that she looked up to him. She winced, but refused to show him pain.

"It is home to the largest sapphire mine in Westeros," Sarah concluded and Locke dropped her from his grip. "Do you think that her father would want her back if she was spoiled? Do you think you could get your ransom then?"

Locke seemed to value her words for he moved away without another word. He didn't particularly want to talk about it anymore. He would stop his men in order to gain the sapphires he wanted. They would be able to buy better looking whores that way.

"You must like her more than you care to admit," Jaime noted and Sarah shook her head, closing her eyes as Brienne's yells died down and relief flooded through her veins. Jaime took another few seconds to continue his staring before Sarah evenly met his gaze.

"You helped to save her too," she reminded him.

Jaime shook his head then, watching as Brienne was tied back to the tree. He didn't know what had come over him, but he did know that any man who took a woman against her will had no right to call himself a man. It was something which Jaime could never understand ever since he had been a young man.

"Perhaps I am not as evil as people care to believe."

"Perhaps not," Sarah weakly agreed with him.

...

Stannis Baratheon had refused to come out of hiding ever since the defeat of Blackwater Bay. He spent his days sat in his war council room, looking over the map of the Seven Kingdoms before wondering how it could have happened to him. The Lady Melisandre had promised him a great victory. She had seen it in the flames, yet it had not been true.

He had lost too many men. He had lost ships to wildfire. But that was not what concerned him the most. The issue which mainly concerned him was his eldest daughter. Shireen had been returned to Dragonstone the day before and Selyse had shown her disappointment openly. Stannis had snapped back at her as she said the wrong daughter had been returned to them.

Shireen cried. She cried for Sarah and she cried because she knew her father was angry with her. Stannis had done his best to understand her. She was a young girl in all of this. Sarah was the one who had plotted their escape.

"She has been sighted."

Stannis lifted his gaze as he saw Melisandre enter the room. She nodded towards the parchment which Stannis held in his hands. He nodded once.

"Lord Bolton sent a raven," Stannis spoke. "He demands to know a price for the return of her. Does he think I have coinage to rival the Lannisters? He will send her there if they offer the better price. She would become their hostage. What chance do I have then?"

"This Lord Bolton should return your daughter without coinage," Melisandre informed him. "You are the champion of the Red God. They have no right to hold her captive."

"No one cares for the Red God," Stannis snapped, closing his eyes and balling his hand into a fist, scrunching the letter up within his fist. "Sarah is my daughter. She has done wrong and I shall to it that she is punished, but she is my eldest daughter."

"The Lord of Light is a part of you. I do not doubt that, how much she wishes to deny it, he is a part of her too."

"And will that bring her back?" Stannis sniped. "No."

Melisandre took another moment to stare into the flames of the candle by the archway. It was only then when she wondered if Sarah Baratheon was truly lost in the den of lions.

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A/N: So thank you to Yakitori-Chan for reviewing the previous chapter. I do hope you will let me know what you think, it would mean a lot!