There wasn't a lot to do on board the ship. Jaime and Lyanna found themselves back in their room a short time after breakfast. Lyanna sat on the edge of the bed and Jaime leaned against the closed door, arms crossed.

"Are you going to just stand there all day?" Lyanna asked after a long period of silence.

"Don't tell me you're bored already Lady Stark." Jaime replied.

"No, just annoyed." She said.

"Why, because I'm standing here? I do seem to remember being invited along on this trip." He said, irritated.

"I didn't say I was annoyed with your presence." She protested.

"Ah, so you are annoyed that I'm just standing here and doing nothing to see to your entertainment." Jaime said. "I'm afraid you'll find that I'm very unlike your last travelling companion. I will share your bed but I'll not entertain you in it."

"I wasn't asking you to." Lyanna said, her cheeks flush with anger.

"Good. Then you won't be uncomfortable if I sit next to you?" He moved from the door and sat next to her on the bed without waiting for her answer.

Lyanna glared at him. He was sitting next her rather closely. "There's plenty of other space on this bed where you could be sitting."

"This spot suits me just fine." He said, not moving.

"It doesn't suit me," Lyanna said, wrinkling her nose. "It's really too bad that they don't have baths in dungeons." She got up and went to the bag of things she had brought on board with them. She pulled out a few items of clothing and tossed them to him. "Maybe this will help."

"Clean clothes." He held up the tunic and breeches which looked to be about the right size. "See, I knew you'd try to find a way to get me to take my clothes off."

"I never…" Lyanna started to say but she stopped mid-sentence as Jaime pulled off his tunic.

Jaime laughed at the look on her face. Lyanna blushed and quickly turned away from him to face the wall while he changed the rest of his clothes. Lyanna hadn't meant to stare. She had known obviously that Ser Jaime was handsome before he had ever agreed to help her. She had told herself it wouldn't be a problem. Maybe it wasn't going to be as simple as that with the two of them basically trapped in this small space. It didn't help that it had been seven months since she'd been with a man. Rhaegar had not touched her since the time it became clear that she was with child. They had only been back in King's Landing for less than a moon's turn and apparently the King planned to wait until after the wedding to take her again. She had been glad of that, really. If he hadn't waited then he might have convinced her not to run away. His kisses had been disconcerting enough as it was. She hadn't expected that a shirtless Jaime Lannister could have such a similar effect on her. She didn't like it. She didn't want to ever let any man have such influence over her ever again. Rhaegar had convinced her to abandon her honor, abandon her family, ignore her betrothal to Robert, all because he was handsome and charming and he had made her feel desirable. It was a good thing that Ser Jaime was more irritating than charming.

"I've finished." Jaime said. "You can stop pretending you don't want to look now."

Lyanna could only glare at him. She was still too flustered to think of anything witty to say.

"I do hope these aren't Rhaegar's clothes." Jaime was saying looking down at the well made tunic and breeches he wore. "Because that would just be awkward for both of us."

"They aren't his clothes. I wasn't even in his rooms in the Red Keep." Lyanna said a bit irked.

This news surprised Jaime a little. "Why?" He asked her. "I assume he was waiting until the wedding but why bother with such a pretense when everyone knows…."

"Everyone knows what?" Lyanna said, growing angry. "Just say it. I know you want to."

"No actually I don't. It was just a question of curiosity." Jaime said.

Lyanna looked down at her feet for a moment, a little ashamed of herself for her anger at him. "He put me in my own rooms so that I might have time to heal, to recover."

"Recover from what?"

Lyanna couldn't stop the tears that spilled out. She didn't want to cry in front of him but this conversation and these questions were just too close to her heart not to. "From childbirth."

Jaime hadn't expected this answer at all. He had known nothing about any pregnancy or baby. Which could only mean one thing, the baby had not survived. "I'm sorry." He said, not knowing what else to say.

Lyanna only nodding, brushing away her tears with the sleeves of her dress. She was anxious the change the subject. "We should see if any of the other passengers brought any books we can borrow. I'm willing to read aloud for a while to pass the time."

In the end they were able to borrow a copy of stories about Aegon the Conquerer and Lyanna read aloud for the better part of the day.