Jaime picked Sarah up by her waist and hauled her into the rowing boat. He allowed her to settle down on the seat before he climbed into the boat himself, pushing it from the sand and into the water. He refused to allow any other men into the boat, knowing full well that it would be ridiculous to have anyone else near her. She would be mocked and ridiculed and defending her would do him no good.

"You have a golden hand," Sarah suddenly spoke once they were rowing towards one of the boats which had anchored in the bay. Jaime held onto one oar and Sarah took the other, knowing that he needed help. She seemed foolish. She could refuse to help him and they would get nowhere. It would be for the best for her.

"I do," Jaime nodded back. "I have yet to take my revenge on Locke, but the time will come. Brienne also rides for King's Landing. The King in the North continues to win battles after discovering his bannermen intended to abandon him. "

"Robb is safe?" Sarah checked, relief flowing through her veins.

Jaime looked at her with a cocked brow then. "You sound happy about that."

"Robb is a good man," Sarah tried to sound nonchalant. "He did not deserve the betrayal which would have happened if Brienne had not gone to warn him."

"Perhaps you would have made an excellent match with him," Jaime said, his voice holding a tone of distaste and Sarah looked at him with a small twist of her lip and he glowered back to her once he noted her amused look. "What?"

"You seem jealous," she shrugged at him, dropping the oar and Jaime did the same, shaking his head at her.

"I am not jealous of a wolf," he promised her and Sarah rolled her eyes. "Besides, you didn't marry him, did you? You didn't love him so what does it matter? Besides, I am the first man to have kissed you so I don't think I have anything to be jealous about."

Sarah's cheeks flushed as their boat floated further out to sea without their aid, drifting off to the side whilst other boats continued on their path. The men looked over to Sarah and Jaime, unable to hear what they spoke of, but they had no doubt that the Kingslayer was able to look after a girl.

"And then you told me that it meant nothing to you," Sarah responded in a soft tone. "So why did you bring it up if it meant nothing to you?"

"Perhaps I have had chance to mull it over?" Jaime responded, remaining cryptic whilst she sat up straight in the boat. He looked over her, noting the way her shoulders were bared and her three quarter sleeves started at the same level her dress sat on her chest. Her black curls ran down her shoulder, but he could make out the paleness of her skin through the thin wisps.

"Perhaps you have too much time on your hands?" Sarah replied and Jaime grinned, looking away from her whilst she raked a hand through her locks and bit down on her bottom lip. "And what conclusion did you come to?"

Jaime turned his eyes back to her then and picked an oar back into his hand. She remained patient, waiting for him to speak to her.

"That it meant more than I had initially thought," Jaime whispered to her. "I don't think I can explain how I felt when I heard of my sister's plans. I detested her for plotting to have you brought back to King's Landing...and the way she spoke of you...the way she said that you were nothing to her...that any man could have you for her liking..."

Sarah remained mute before she felt a sudden wave push her forwards from her seat, causing her to land in the middle of the boat, the handle of the oar digging into her stomach. Jaime reacted quickly, kneeling the in the middle too, his hands moving out to steady her from falling. He took hold of her waist and remained knelt there for a few moments as the final boat passed them by.

"And then I saw them," Jaime whispered, his hand moving to the hair by her war, his fingers tangling into it. "I saw the men with their hands on you...groping at you...and I felt resentment...I felt something that I had never felt before..."

Sarah kept silent, her eyes lowered to her lap and Jaime studied her features all the way from her sharp nose to her large ears.

"How can any of it matter?" Sarah wondered back and she finally looked Jaime in the eye. "You love your sister."

Jaime tried to find the voice to deny that. He tried to fight her opinion, but he could not. There was nothing that he could say to her. He wanted to. He wanted to promise her that he didn't love Cersei; that there wasn't a part of him which had ever truly loved her.

"But she is not you," Jaime settled on speaking those words.

"And what does that mean?" Sarah wondered back.

"I know that what she does is wrong," Jaime promised Sarah, "but I cannot push her from my mind, just like I cannot push you from my mind."

"Am I to take comfort from that?" Sarah snapped at him, grabbing hold of his wrist and snatching it from her hair. "You class me as being similar to her? A woman who would have my head without a second thought."

"I don't know," Jaime hissed back. "I don't know I feel. All I know is that I care for you in a way I had never thought possible."

Sarah looked over to the ship in the distance as Jaime prised his wrist from her fingers and moved it back to her chin, one finger resting on it to lift her gaze back to his.

"We can't," Sarah replied as Jaime lowered his face towards hers again. Her pulse raced as his hand moved to cup her cheek tenderly. "I'm a Baratheon...you're a member of the Kingsguard...in love with another...your sister..."

"So why is it you that I want?" Jaime asked her back before he brought his lips down to hers.

He made sure that none of the men could see them, but he doubted they could. They had all rowed off and Jaime and Sarah were drifting off further from their route. His lips varied in pressure against hers as his other arm went to her waist, pressing her chest against his as he bit down on her bottom lip and heard her groan. She opened her mouth for him then and Jaime attacked her, taking her breath away as she closed her eyes and he slowly moved her body until she was laid underneath him, her legs parted for him to keep close.

Jaime moved his lips from her mouth down her cheek, finally coming to her neck and Sarah withered underneath him.

"Jaime," she whispered his name. "We can't...your men will see..."

"No, they won't," Jaime responded to her, trailing his lips back up to the corner of her mouth.

"And if they did then they would mock," Sarah responded as Jaime's hand gripped at her waist. "Do you not think that I hear them?"

"What they think is no concern to me," Jaime promised her, moving her hair behind her ears before he looked to them, noting that they were quite large; a trait she resented the Florent family for. Jaime bent down to kiss the shell of each ear slowly, whispering as he did so;

"People are of no importance, Sarah," he spoke. "Each trait you consider ugly, I consider the opposite."

He moved back to kiss her sharp nose. "We aren't all perfectly made...and now I have no hand...do you think that I don't hear them whispering of how my hand makes me less of a man?"

Sarah remained silent as he kissed her one more time and placed his weight on his elbows to hover over her.

"I will do all that I can to protect you from Cersei," Jaime promised her and he sat up once more and Sarah did the same. She looked to him, biting down on her swollen lip before settling down on the seat one more time.

"Can you?"

Jaime gulped and looked to the side, ignoring her gaze. "I can try."

And Sarah knew that was the best answer she was going to get from him.

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A/N: I thought that I would just have a chapter with Jaime and Sarah and I hope you enjoyed it before we get to King's Landing. Thanks to everyone reading and reviewing, please do let me know what you think!