Jaime didn't find it any easier to sleep than Lyanna did. It had occurred to him at some point that evening that that Cersei was being married was likely his fault. His father had probably given Cersei to Rhaegar as a result of his escape. Tywin would have been forced to do something to maintain relations with the king after all the offense that Jaime had caused. Giving Rhaegar Cersei as a wife was the most obvious course of action. Had he not escaped, had he waited for his father or Cersei to get him out another way, it might have never come to this. It was that knowledge that kept him awake. That and the fact that Lyanna had given every indication that Rhaegar was a good lover. She had never said so outright, but her dreams, sometimes she spoke of him in her sleep. When they had shared a bed Lyanna had called out for Rhaegar and reached for him. It had been as disconcerting as it was alluring. He didn't know many details of what had happened between them but he knew that if she still longed for him as a lover, even after she had risked so much to leave him, then the man was definitely a rival for Cersei's affection. She wouldn't just be doing her duty by Rhaegar. She would enjoy him. At least that was what he was afraid would happen.

He had wanted to bring her to Essos someday. If she was a Queen she couldn't and probably wouldn't leave all that behind for him. He had asked her to run away with him many times before he joined the kingsguard and even a few times after, she had never wanted to give up her highborn comforts for him. She wouldn't give up being a Queen for him. She cared for him he knew, but probably not as much as he cared for her. The realization of that made him angry all over again. He couldn't sleep he got up and paced the room as quietly as he could so as to not wake Lyanna. She woke in spite of his efforts.

Lyanna got out of bed and went to him. She stood in front of him and gently placed one hand on his chest. "You need to sleep." She told him firmly but gently.

"I can't." He choked out the words.

"Then you take the bed. Maybe it will help." She suggested.

He hesitated. "I can't make you sleep on the floor." He said.

"Then sleep next to me. I promise I'll behave this time." She said with a small smile.

He nodded and climbed into bed after her. When they had shared a bed on the ship they had always gone to sleep on their own sides of the bed. Jaime didn't even bother with the pretense this time. As soon he was lying down he reached for Lyanna and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. She didn't seem to mind. In fact she nuzzled just a little closer to him and soon fell asleep. He watched her sleep for a while and soon after that sleep found him as well.

Lyanna found that it was good to wake up in Jaime's arms again. It didn't stop her from feeling guilty as usual but she still liked being near him as much as she had before. Her guilt was multiplied by her knowledge of his relationship with his sister but not enough to make her leave. Jaime had gotten far less sleep than she had and he remained asleep for a long time after she woke. She could have pulled away from him and gotten up but she didn't want to. She wanted to hang onto this feeling for as long as she could.

Jaime awoke late that morning and found Lyanna was still in his arms, awake and studying his face.

"We'll never see them again will we, Rhaegar or Cersei?" Jaime said, reaching over and brushing her hair out of her eyes with his thumb and leaving his hand to rest on her cheek.

"No, we won't." She said sadly. "I don't want to see him anyway. He's too confusing. But you do want to see her?"

"I thought I did. I thought I would send for her after a while, when I had enough money and you either found employment or a husband. It was a futile dream. She won't give up being queen for me. She's always been fascinated with Rhaegar. She won't give him up either. I know that and I accept it and yet…" He couldn't finish the thought.

"And yet it still hurts." Lyanna finished for him.

Jaime nodded.

"I don't want to see Rhaegar and I didn't want to marry him and it still hurts that he could marry so quickly." Lyanna admitted sadly.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you all alone last night to face that." Jaime said.

"You didn't. Not for long anyway. You came back here and you held me while I slept...I've missed that…" She said, a few tears slipping from her eyes.

"I've missed it too." He admitted. "But I didn't want to...I felt guilty…"

She nodded, understanding. "So did I."

"Why?" He asked, not sure what she could possibly have to feel guilty about.

"Because of how I feel. The last time I felt like this and followed it through a lot of people died...I don't deserve…" Lyanna was too choked up to finish the thought. Her tears were falling faster now.

Jaime moved his hand so that he could brush away her tears. "Lyanna...that isn't true...you didn't deserve what Rhaegar did to you. He shouldn't have made you believe he cared for you when he only needed someone to carry his child. You weren't wrong to fall for him. You have every right to feel whatever you want to feel. There is no wrong in it."

"Thank you." She whispered. "I think I needed to hear that."

He leaned a little closer and kissed her on the forehead. He had planned to leave it at that but she reached up and kissed him on the lips. The kiss was warm but brief. Jaime gently pulled away from her. "We should get up. I need to try to find work today."

Lyanna agreed and they got out of bed to face the day.