Sarah listened on as her mother recounted the tale of what had happened to her during her time on Dragonstone. She almost refused to believe that she had run away and gone against her father, but he had assured her that it had been true. Stannis was not a sentimental man, far from it, but he couldn't help but hold his daughter in his arms as though she was the most important thing to him. She apologised profusely for disobeying him, telling him that she would never do it again.

Stannis had allowed his lip to quirk at hearing that before realising that he could not tell her of Gendry and how she had helped the boy escape. She would still believe that she had done the right thing and Stannis would be in the wrong. He did not need that right at that moment in time.

Shireen had rushed into the room with Ser Davos, jumping past her mother to hug her elder sister. Sarah had patted the girl's hair down like she used to do. She felt something stir inside of her at the sight of Shireen, but it was not right. There was something about her which felt different. It was as if she had no recollection of what happiness was.

"Come, Shireen," Stannis suddenly said, standing from the bed and resting his hand on his youngest daughter's shoulder. "We should leave Sarah to change into a clean gown. We need to begin travelling again before the dark."

"Yes," Selyse agreed, pushing Sarah's hair from her face soothingly. "I shall fetch you a clean gown and we shall leave."

"Thank you," Sarah responded dutifully and Stannis ushered the two females from the room as Sarah stood up from the bed. She could feel no pain, but she could sense that there was a scar on her stomach. She slowly pulled the gown from her body, watching it tumble to the ground to leave her in her underclothes. She lifted the straps to her underclothes from her stomach and lowered the material down her body, the blood stain clear to her gaze before she saw the scar on her stomach.

Wincing, she moved her hand to the red mark on her pale skin, the sight of uneven skin enough to make her wince. She picked her gaze up and looked in the mirror, eyeing herself with caution. Was this how she was to feel for the rest of her days? Empty and numb?

...

Jaime Lannister was not prone to being kept as a prisoner, especially the conditions which came with it. So to be chained to a stake in a relatively clean stable did nothing to worry him. He had managed to see that Stannis scarcely had enough men to attack King's Landing, so Jaime deduced that he would travel back North again now that he had his daughter. The men were all on the outskirts of the inn, roaring with laughter and cheer at the news which had just spread through the camp.

It was only when the rightful King came to see him did Jaime realise what the men had to laugh about. Stannis's cloak flowed behind him; the armour he wore bore his personal symbol of the stag in a fire. The man looked as though he had aged beyond his years, his hair line had receded and grey stubble sat against his chin.

"My daughter has awoken," Stannis proudly informed Jaime as the Kingslayer noted that there were no other men in the barn following Stannis, even though the door was open wide for anyone to intrude. "Sarah is alive."

Jaime gulped, looking away from Stannis for a few moments before he spoke lowly and dangerously. "You do know what you could have caused, don't you? You are playing with magic."

"Aye," Stannis agreed with him. "And it has had some effect on my daughter."

"And what effect would this be?"

"She remembers nothing since her time in Winterfell," Stannis spoke clearly, watching Jaime for some form of reaction. He remained still for a few moments, wondering what was going through the Kingslayer's mind as he watched Jaime's face scrunch up with realisation. "She does not remember fleeing Dragonstone or meeting you when she was captured. She does not remember how you took her from her home and delivered her to your sister."

"I never wanted to take her to King's Landing." Jaime denied.

"And why is that?" Stannis responded, intrigue flowing through him now.

"Call it what you will, but a Lannister always pays their debts. She saved my life and so I saved hers."

"No, she ended up dead because of you."

"And is she alive now?" Jaime sniped back. "Do you not see what you have done to her? She remembers nothing of how you murdered your brother or of how you-"

"-And that is for the best," Stannis interrupted. "It is also for the best that she does not remember growing close to you. I do not know what you said to manipulate her or what you have done to her, but you shall go nowhere near her again and she will have no reason to go anywhere near you."

Jaime kept silent, a nervous tuck forming in his neck as he clenched his jaw tightly and wondered what kind of a man Stannis Baratheon truly was. Jaime didn't intend to tell Stannis what he had done with Sarah; if the Lord of Dragonstone had any idea that his daughter was no longer innocent then Jaime would be lucky if he had a swift execution.

"And what do you intend to do now? Ship her back to Dragonstone and carry my head around on a spike?"

Stannis smirked before looking to Jaime with a smug look. "I intend to take you as prisoner until your whore sister bends the knee along with her only son. Your eldest bastard is dead...along with your father..."

Jaime felt his eyes widen as he heard that. He did his best not to allow his mouth to dry up and his face to look shocked or even saddened. He had not seen eye to eye with his father for years now, even more so when he disagreed with him over Sarah. But now he was dead.

"He returned from Casterly Rock defeated, Robb Stark burnt it all down. He was found murdered in his bed in King's Landing...some say your imp brother did it...others whisper of magic..."

"Tyrion?" Jaime checked, unable to believe that. Why would his brother kill their father? Why would he risk so much?

"Aye, he's also the one accused of killing Joffrey," Stannis continued to contemplate and Jaime wondered if so little time could really have passed between his leaving and these events. Everything had happened so quickly and it all felt surreal to him. What did he truly have left now? Cersei would never bend to Stannis, not when she knew how Jaime felt about her.

"So none of it truly matters anymore," Stannis spoke lowly to Jaime. "I have no intention of letting you go alive, nor will my daughter help you."

Jaime kept mute, no cocky remark forming on his tongue as he looked behind Stannis's shoulder; the sight of her stood in a dull blue gown enough to make Jaime feel an ounce of happiness shed through his body. She was alive, standing before him with her head held high and her hands on her stomach. Her eyes were set on his and Jaime wondered if she did remember. He wondered if she could remember him. She had to.

"Father."

Stannis whirled around to see Sarah stood by the door before she moved further into the barn. Stannis acted with haste, moving to her and dropping his hand to the small of her back, trying to get her to leave the room.

"Is that Ser Jaime?" Sarah checked with Stannis. "What is he doing here?"

Jaime felt something inside of him crack; something deep within that told him everything had been true from Stannis's lips. The girl truly had no recollection of who he was to her.

"I helped you escape King's Landing!" Jaime called out as Stannis ground his teeth together. "I stopped men from raping you when they took you from Dragonstone."

"Enough," Stannis growled lowly as he tried to push Sarah from the stable, but she refused to move.

She moved around her father and Stannis looked aggrieved as he saw her stare at Jaime. The Kingslayer looked back to her, his gaze narrow and even as he did his best to weigh her up, noting that there was something about her which was different. Her eyes looked lifeless and her face was expressionless, as if any form of emotion was beyond her. It was like she was the girl Jaime had first met in King's Landing, not the girl he had grown to care for.

"He saved me?" Sarah tossed her head over her shoulder to question her father.

Stannis looked aggrieved but he did nod, knowing that she could hear that from someone else. "Aye, he let you go."

"And he is a prisoner?"

"He is a Lannister," Stannis responded.

"But he is not the Lannister who wanted me dead?"

"No," Jaime answered for her. "I never wanted you dead, nor would I ever let that happen."

"But you did," Stannis snarled back. "You sat by her corpse after she died. You were the one who let her die."

"I did no such thing." Jaime snapped back.

"You sat with my corpse?" Sarah checked with him. "Why? You could have ran and escaped?"

Jaime kept still, watching as Sarah remained inquisitive and Stannis finally took her by the elbow, trying to pull her away from the stable. She kept still for a few moments before she dared to look over to her father, allowing him to take her from the room.

"Do you intend to kill him?" she asked.

"I do not know yet," Stannis replied back to her and she took it upon herself to look back to Jaime and he knew that he had seen something; some form of acknowledgement in her stare. He groaned as she continued to dispute with her father beyond the stable. Tossing his head back, he closed his eyes and mumbled;

"You have to remember, Princess. You have to."

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A/N: Thank you to mellielannister, Richasa, danceegirl92, SachikioisGreato and CupcakesAndAlice for reviewing the previous chapter! Do let me know what you think!