All day as they walked in the city Lyanna's mind was filled with regret. She shouldn't have kissed him. She had liked kissing him but she shouldn't have done it. He was still mourning the loss of his lover to another man. And though she would never understand how he could love his own sister like that it had still been an unfair thing to do. She had only meant it in an affectionate comforting way but maybe he wouldn't see it like that. Maybe she hadn't even been thinking clearly herself. She didn't really know how she felt about him. She knew she was drawn to him. She found him attractive and enjoyed being near him. She liked his wit and she liked that he didn't treat her as inferior because she was woman, not like most men did anyway. He was irritating and arrogant at times but that had been the worst fault she could find with him until he had revealed the truth about Cersei. It had disgusted her to some degree but she had tried not to let it show. He was the only friend she had in this terrifying city and she didn't want to do anything to push him away. Then when she had found him pacing the floor in the middle of the night he looked so lost that she mostly only felt compassion for him. Whatever had happened between him and Cersei was over now. There was no sense in letting it bother her any longer. She had decided then to try not to think about it. And she had nearly succeeded with that, she succeeded long enough to kiss him. Now she just felt like a silly stupid maiden who was only throwing herself at him because she was lonely and he was there. Except that it wasn't as simple as that. It wasn't simple at all.

Jaime could see that Lyanna was lost in thought about something. He didn't press her to find out what it was. He wasn't sure he wanted to know. He didn't want to dwell on what Lyanna Stark might be thinking. He didn't want to think about her at all. Her presence was distracting. He held her hand to keep from losing her in the crowd and even the warmth of her hand was distracting.

They talked to many people in the city that day. Jaime found out where the sellsword companies were located and he found out about several wealthy merchants who were looking for household guards. If he had a choice, he would rather be a household guard. The first two merchants that they visited had already found someone to fill the position. The third had not. The merchant, named Milo, wasn't sure he wanted a Westerosi swordsman when the Braavosi style was clearly superior.

"Let me prove my worth." Jaime said, though he had introduced himself as Yoren. "I'll fight one of your Braavosi swordsman and you can see for yourself."

Milo thought for a moment, scratching his scraggly beard. "Nychos!" He called out. A young dark haired man came running. "I would like you to spar with this man and show him that the Westerosi knights know nothing of swordsmanship."

At that, they all followed Milo outside. He took them past the elaborate flower gardens to an open area outside. Jaime and Nychos went out to the center of the open area and the match began. Lyanna tried to watch but Milo kept speaking with her as the pair fought.

"How long have you been married to him, Ava?" He asked.

"Not long." She didn't want to give a specific amount of time in case Jaime was asked the same question later.

"He is good." Milo commented as he watched the fight. "I would think it would be hard for a Westerosi woman to be in a strange country. You must feel much safer being married to someone like him."

"Of course." She said. She wasn't sure she liked where the conversation was going. "If you think he is good, does that mean you will hire him?"

"That depends… hiring a married man means that I will be adding two people to my household not just one, maybe more if you have children. Do you have any skills to contribute?"

Lyanna didn't like the way he had asked the question. She didn't like the way Milo looked at her but she answered the question anyway. "I can sew, cook, wash laundry, play the harp, just as most highborn ladies." She told him.

"That was not the sort of skills I was speaking of." Milo was standing closer to her now, too close.

Lyanna swallowed and glanced over to where Jaime was busy fighting the Braavosi swordsman. It was going well, he wasn't losing, but it was taking all of his concentration to win and he didn't even see what was going on with Lyanna.

"So tell me lovely girl," Milo touched her face and pulled her gaze away from Jaime to look at him, "Do you have the skills I am seeking?"

Lyanna took a step back away from him. "No I don't." She said, shaken.

"What a pity. I'm afraid I will not be able to hire your husband then." Milo said with mock sadness.

The fight lasted a long while but in the end Jaime beat the Braavosi. He came over to where Lyanna and Milo stood, sweaty and out of breath but clearly happy that he had won.

"It was a good fight Yoren but I am afraid I will not be able to hire you." Milo said.

"What? Why not? I beat your man…" Jaime protested. He was unused to being humble or asking for employment or he might have thought to handle it differently.

"Indeed you did. You gave him good practice. But I still can not hire you."

"Fine. Let's go Ava, there are other places I can find work." Jaime said, angry.

"If you are speaking of Horam Mott or Pygor Norelli, I can tell you that they will not hire a Westerosi no matter how good you are." Milo told them. "They hate westerners."

"It's no matter. I can take work as a sellsword." Jaime said, taking Lyanna's arm to walk away.

"And leave your lovely wife all alone while you're gone on a campaign?" Milo said.

Jaime looked worriedly to Lyanna then back to Milo. "What are you suggesting?"

"I can not hire you alone but perhaps I could hire you both to work for my household, that is if Ava has any skills that are useful to me?" Milo said.

Lyanna knew what he was doing. Milo was making it clear that she needed to accept his offer now and keep quiet about it because he would not make it again even if they failed to find work elsewhere. If Jaime left her to take work as a sellsword she would surely be in for a worse fate than she would by staying here. She didn't want to stay here. She didn't want to be this man's mistress or whore or whatever he would have her be. They had enough money to last a while longer while they looked for better work but it wouldn't last forever. Milo was right in that the people here didn't seem to like Westerners. Turning this offer down could mean they would eventually starve… but she still couldn't so it. Lyanna struggled to calm her panicked breathing.

"Are you alright?" Jaime asked noticing her strange reaction.

She nodded then looked to Milo. "I already told you, I don't have any of those sorts of skills."

Jaime understood what had happened right away and was filled with anger. He took a step closer to Milo. He didn't know what he planned to do. He hadn't even thought that far ahead yet. Lyanna caught his arm before he could act.

"Yoren! We need to leave!" She told him.

He stopped and allowed her to lead the way out of the gardens and back to the streets.