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Chapter 14

Everra stared at the vast land in front of her, feeling the wind whip against her face. The sky had just started to brighten, first light had finally come. They had been travelling non stop since they had left Kings Landing, stopping only for a few hours at best, so the horses and the men could rest. But not Everra, never Everra.

She was plagued by the newfound worry that had erupted in her stomach every time she thought about the battle coming forth. She had the incessant feeling that something was wrong, may be it was just the thought of trying to fool Tywin Lannister. Cersei and Joffrey were power hungry fools, blinded by greed and power, Tywin Lannister however, was another being altogether. By far the greatest enemy Everra would ever have to fight in her lifetime.

Fear was foolish, she knew that. She wasn't afraid of Tywin Lannister; the worst enemies you have aren't the ones whom you fear, but the ones that you respect. Her years in Essos had taught her that. She remembered when she had first traveled there, on a ship with a name she did not remember but she remembered the captain quite well.

A girl stands at the front of a large boat, admiring the sea ahead of her. She had never seen the sea before and looked at it with childish curiosity. The sky was dark except from the light of the moon and she thought she was the only one awake on board. She ad only brought a few soldiers with her for her travels. She did not know how long she would be away from her home. If she could even call it that.

There was nothing there for her anymore. Only ghosts and demons that haunted her even now. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw them there, saw him there, yelling at her, taunting her. Never leaving her alone. If she stayed at RedRun she would end up throwing herself off the top of the castle, just like her mother. She would be damned if she let her father win once more.

"My lady," a gruff voice called.

The girl paused for a moment before turning around to see the source of the voice, her eyes wide with poor concealed panic.

"Yes?" she asked, her voice small but firm.

The man looked at her with a warmth Everra had not seen in an older mans eyes in her entire life and it rattled her. He had scars on his left cheek, preventing anyone from calling the man handsome, but had a tall, musical build, with tan skin and thin straw like black hair. But his eyes were a warm brown, with flickers of gold when the sun hit them. He was a good man as far as Everra could tell. But then again, what did she know of good men?

" If I may suggest so, my lady, you should rest."

Everra turned back to look at the sea ahead of her and gripped onto the wood in front of her. She heard the man sigh and walk hesitantly next too her, towering over her. He too turned to look at the sea ahead of them and said, "I'll never forget it."

Everra looked at him from the corner of her eye and asked hesitantly, "Forget what?"

The man looked down at her and smiled softly, "The first time I saw the sea."

Everra peered up at him curiously and asked, "When was that?" Then her cheeks warmed slightly and she corrected herself, "My apologies, I did not mean to pry-"

The man chuckled loudly and said, "You didn't pry, my lady."

After a few moments he continued, "I was only but a few years old, a mere year younger than you I think, my lady. I was born on the north part of Volantis so I never saw the sea. I had just been sold to a magister in Pentos-"

"I thought slavery was forbidden in Essos?" Everra interrupted.

The man paused for a moment and the said gently, " Some Magisters believe themselves to be above the law, my lady. They do as they wish. The Magister's that are wealthy and powerful enough to do so. I had just been sent too Pentos and I remember myself being very…. scared. Until I saw this big beautiful thing, that was blue. I remember the feeling of fear fading away. I did not how to swim, or to fish or anything, but all I knew was that I never wanted to be in a place far from the sea ever again."

They stood silently for a few moments before Everra said, "That was a nice story. Thank you for telling me."

"Your wish is my command, my lady," the man replied.

"But there is one thing that simply makes no sense," she said childishly.

"And what is that, my lady?" The man asked, his eyes filled with humour.

"If you were a slave, how did you end up as a captain of a ship?" She asked, looking up at him, her wide green eyes filled with childlike confusion.

He never answered. Like she said before, what did she know of good men?

Everra squinted her eyes and managed to make out the vague colours of red and gold. Lannister colours. As she had known beforehand, they had successfully laid siege on Riverrun and Jaime Lannister was expecting her and her 5,000 men. They did not suspect anything was amiss. At the very least, she hoped not. Jaime was intelligent but arrogant, Tywin was… Tywin. But she would not have too face the latter until later on in the war.

"Lady Everra, how pleasant it is too see you so soon," Jaime drawled, his mouth twisting into a smirk. He looked surprisingly relaxed and carefree for a man fighting a war, but then again, this was Jaime Lannister. A natural warrior, like her. Made to end mens lives.

"Likewise Ser Jaime," she said, swinging off her horse, the bottom of her dress touching the ground below her, "I would like to congratulate you on your victory, Ser Jaime, an astounding feat you have accomplished."

They stared at each other for a moment, brown eyes clashing against green before Jaime said mockingly, "I didn't expect a girl like you to involve yourself in battles, isn't a woman place at home?"

Everra smiled cooly and merely replied, "As you say, Ser Jaime."

Andromache growled slighting, causing Jaime to look down in alarm before Everra gently rubbed her hand against Andromache's smooth fur.

"Apologies, it has been a long journey from King's Landing."

Jaime eyed her for a moment before looking behind her, his eyebrows raising before turning too look at her, questingly, "Where is that man?"

"What man?" Everra asked innocently.

"The man that was with you at Winterfell. What was his name? It was something… "

"I sent Ser Daavos to organise the return of the rest of my soldiers from Essos, Ser Jaime, shortly after we left King's Landing."

Jaime chuckled, but not out of amusement, out of arrogance, "Well that's perfectly fine my lady, except by the time the rest of your soldiers get here from Essos, the Stark boy will be returning home with his tail between his legs and his fathers head on a spike."

Some of the men behind laughed at this before being silenced by the cold look in Everra's eyes.

"Perhaps," she agreed.

If only they knew.

"Lord Tywin sent a raven that the Stark boy is marching to the green fork," a large man announced.

All the lords and lady were sitting in a large room and were sitting in front of a large oak table, covered with maps and papers and landmarks. Jaime Lannister was sitting at the head of the table, one of his elbows placed upright on the table, looking unsurprised at the news. Everra was sitting in the middle of the table, in between Lannister loyalists whose names she did not know. They were all eyeing her and though they never spoke it aloud, they all did not want her here.

They were all wearing their armour, whilst she was wearing a simple plain dress that hung loose on her hips and her hair was let loose till the small of her back. They thought she was a fool, but had heard enough rumours about her that they kept their mouths firmly shut. They may have been proud but at least they knew when to keep their mouths shut.

"The Stark boy does not come too his poor uncle's aid? How shameful. His father will be so disappointed," Jaime said mockingly.

The lords glanced at each other for a few moments before one spoke out, " Ser Jaime, should we not send out soldiers to assist your father-"

Jaime chuckled loudly and at the startled look of all the lords, he said, "I'm sorry, I was just laughing at the severity of your stupidity. I wonder do you try or does it just come naturally?"

The Lord's cheeks flushed red, looking down in humiliation, the rest of the Lords smirking as well. Everra just sat there, her eyes cold and face unresponsive.

Jaime noticed her lack of amusement and said, "My lady, are we men boring you? So sorry if we failed to meet your expectations, its just that us men don't talk about dresses or handsome boys, or whatever it is women talk about in their spare time."

Underneath the table, where her hands lay firmly placed in her lap, her hands started to twitch as the Lords let out chuckles around her. They were pleased that she was being reprimanded. Fools, she swore in her head, arrogant fools.

Instead of answering Jaime, she turned to look at the rest of the Lords, her eyes were filled with cold fury and some of them immediately stopped chuckling whilst others continued mindlessly. She looked in front of her and met the eyes of the Lord sitting in front of her and said, "I'm sorry, who are you?"

The Lord stopped laughing, looking around uneasily, "Beg your pardon?"

"Who are you?" Everra continued, "What is your name, rank…. anything," she forced out, her eyes cold and unflinching.

The rest of the Lords including Jaime had stopped laughing and were looking on curiosity, some with fear in their eyes too. The air was suddenly thick with tension but Everra was not backing down.

The Lord answered after a few moments, " I am Lord Braeberic, forgive me for I do not see the relevance-"

"Lord Braeberic forgive me, for I do not recognise that name. Are you a Lord of a great house? Are you the head of one of the wealthiest houses in the realm? Hmm?" Everra questioned, her eyes glancing around the room, with most Lords shifting uncomfortably in their seats.

The lord in front of her's neck was turning red with embarrassment and when he smoke it was with the utmost hesitation, "No-"

"No?" Everra questioned coldly, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow, " Then why in all the seven hells do you think you have the power or authority to laugh at someone whom is the head of one of the great houses of Westeros and one of the wealthiest houses in the land with 16,000 soldiers under her skirt. What do you have to offer?" She questioned, her voice cold.

When she said that her head turned to look at the rest of the Lords, some whom were diverting their gazes from hers and others whom were staring indifferently at her.

She then leaned forward and placed her elbows on the table, folding her hands underneath her chin and said, "Next time you open you're mouth to speak or breath in the same room as me I advise you too keep your mouth shut. Or else I will make sure you never have the ability to laugh at anyone ever again. Understood?"

Lord Braeberic nodded silently before Everra turned too look at Jaime, who was looking at her with something akin to surprise in his eyes.

"Sorry for the interruption, Ser Jaime. Please do continue."

He was silent for a few moments and simply chose to stare at her, before shaking his head slightly and then his familiar arrogant expression reappeared on his face.

"As you wish, my lady."

Once they were done, all the lords hurried out of the room and Everra was about to do the exact same, eager to get away from the golden haired Lannister before she was called back by Jaime.

"Not you, my lady. I still have some things I need to discuss with you."

Everra paused slightly, the doorway just beyond her reach, she watched as the servant shut the door, leaving only her and Jaime in the room. They could both hear the wind howling outside the tent and feel the cold air linger in the tent.

"You wished to speak too me Ser Jaime," she said, staring at him.

Jaime looked at for a few moments before taking a few sips of wine from his cup. When he was done, he poured another cup of wine and offered it too her, his hand outstretched. Everra shook her head slightly and watched as he gulped all of its contents in a matter of seconds.

'With all due respect Ser Jaime if you merely held me back so I could watch you drink-"

"Isn't patience supposed to be a lady's greatest virtue?' He asked, looking amused.

"Isn't sobriety supposed to be a mans greatest virtue?" She responded.

Her response made him pause for a moment before he raised his glass and muttered, "Fair enough."

"My father," he began and the paused before pouring himself another glass of wine and finishing it faster than the previous cup.

"My father," he tried again and the dissolved into a fit of laughter, leaving Everra to stand there, her arms at her side.

"Your father?" she asked impatiently. She had important matters to attend too.

"How old are you?" Jaime asked abruptly, all the laughter gone from his face and looked uncharacteristically serious.

Everra's cold green eyes started to fill with suspicion as she answered, " I recently turned ten and seven."

Jaime sighed bitterly before turning around and saying, "Have you any clue as to whom you wish too marry?"

"Ser Jaime I do not see how that is any concern of yours-"

"Believe me when I say, its not a concern of mine. Tell me, my lady, your ten and seven, what has your experience been with men? Are you a virgin or are you something wild under those fancy dresses of yours-"

He was cut off at the contact of her hand slapping his cheek, his face whipping towards the side as red started to appear on his cheek.

Everra was standing a short distance away from him now, her face expressionless and unapologetic.

Jaime, too her surprise, started to laugh loudly and then he spoke the words that as hard as it was to admit shocked her to her very core, "I do not think its smiled upon in society for a stepmother to strike their stepson. You know, we should probably work on that…"

Everra's eyes had widened slightly at the implication and then Jaime looked up, his brown bitter eyes meeting her widened green ones, "That is, if you accept my fathers proposal of course."

"My lady, are you alright?" Anna asked, her face stretched out in concern.

Everra peered up at her, letting her hand fall back down into the bathwater. It was late into the evening now and the camp had slowly started to quiet down. Everra had been unable to stop thinking of the afternoons events and kept on reliving it in he mind.

"My lady?" Anna tried again, gently brushing Everra's soaking hair. It was a habit that Everra would never admit aloud to liking.

"It's nothing Anna," she eventually replied, biting on her lower lip. They were both silent for the remainder of the time Everra was in the bath and Everra wordlessly stepped out of the bath, Anna immediately wrapped a robe around her, with Everra tying it together at her waist. Anna moved to step behind Everra and started to braid her hair, humming absentmindedly.

"Anna do you have any suitors?" Everra asked abruptly.

"My lady?"

"Is there anyone you have wished too marry, has anyone ever made any offers too you?"

Anna was silent for a few moments before answering, "There was once a man but it did not turn out as I hoped."

Everra nodded slightly and before she could ask something else a familiar voice called out from outside the tent, "Dominae?"

Anna looked at Everra in confusion before Everra called out, "Venient in!"

Youngbird, opened the flap of the tent and hurried in, looking stressed. When he noticed Everra standing there in nothing but her robe, he lowered his head and started to say, "Purgando dominae-"

"Its alright Youngbird you may speak the common tongue whilst in my chambers," Everra said, stepping towards him.

Youngbird looked at Anna distrustfully before his gaze flickered back towards Everra and he said, his voice catching, "We are having some difficulties with the prisoner, my lady-"

"What kind of difficulties?" Everra asked.

"They are refusing to eat and are making loud noises, my lady. I fear the Lannisters will discover them and then you will be discovered, my lady. I thought that I should consult with you before taking any action," he finished.

"Thank you for coming to me Youngbird," Everra said, her green eyes piercing into his and then she said, "Take me to them. The gods know they will not shut up."

Robb looked down at the maps in front of him, feeling stomach tighten with nerves. His plan was risky, but hopefully, if the gods were good, he would win and get his father back. And Sansa. And Arya. And even Jon too.

Robb did not why he was surprised when the cold Lady Everra sided with the Lannister's but he could not deny that when he found out, he felt a slight twinge of anger. Then he felt worried. Because she had Jon and Jon was his brother, despite what his mother said and he mattered to him the same amount that Sansa and Arya did.

How did this happen? He thought, frustrated. Their family had never been perfect but they had been happy. Even when his mother would glare at Jon with a coldness so unlike her, they had all been happy. Safe. Content. Now, their family was torn all over the bloody country and Robb could practically feel his worry replace where his heart was so it continuously pumped worry instead of blood around his body.

At least his mother was safe, and Bran was awake and Rickon was safe up at Winterfell. Most of his brothers were safe. His mother though was right here with him and Robb was suddenly plagued with the look in her eye as she announced Lord Walder Freys terms. Marriage. To one of his daughters.

Robb had heard of marriage pacts before and had hoped that when he came of age he would have a slight say in whom he married. He knew it had to be a lady of noble birth, he knew that, despite what his heart may have wanted in the future.

He wanted to push it out of his mind and try to ignore it for as long as he could, for all he knew he would die when they attacked Rivverun. Walder Frey could die as well and Robb hated himself for the brief moment when he wished the rude old man would die before the war was over so he did not have to marry one of his daughters. But it was only for a brief moment and the guilt that had been bothering him ever since that thought crossed his mind almost matched the worry he had for his father, brother and sisters. Almost.

The marriage is only a sacrifice you must make to get your father, brother and sisters back, he tried to convince himself. But for some unfathomable reason, whenever Robb questioned himself as too whom he would rather marry if not the Frey girl he would feel himself tense slightly before forcing the thought out of his mind. He had no time for childish crushes. He had a war too win.

He would be damned if he let that green-eyed raven haired girl stop him from doing so. Besides, she wanted him dead, what good could come from liking someone whom wanted you in the ground?

A/N HELLOOOO MY LOVELIES! Before I mention some of the notes I have in this chapter I would just like to thank all of you AMAZING people for liking and reviewing this story. This story is almost at 100 follows and has over 11,000+ hits, You guys make me cry. Literally. Anyway, lets move away from the sobbing mess that is myself, I hope you guys liked how i wrote Jaime. I mean he is probably,-besides tyrion- the hardest canon character for me too write. Capturing his brilliance his hard as hell. Hope you guys liked it though, if you have any complaints or suggestions, please tell me. I hoped you guys liked the glimpse into Everra's journeys in Essos. I mean, her time in Essos and the people she met there had a large role in shaping who she is now. So it was nice to write about some of the positive moments in her life. I hoped you guys liked the twist with Tywin. I mean too me, it kinda made sense for her to get the offer from her, but i'll probably expand more on that next chapter, as well as her response. Moving on, I'd like for you guys to guess who the prisoner is. I mean, it is a little bit obvious, but still. Anyway, Robb's POV is back… for I don't know how long. I mean the character is going to play a major part in the story, as you guys can already tell by now but I don't know if I'll often write in his Pov. Did you guys like the small revelation that Robb has like a childish crush on Everra? Not too say that he is in love with her. HE IS NOT. Just too clarify. This story isn't about romance… mainly anyway.

Oh and before I forget, for the parts where Youngbird is speaking valerian, I'm guessing most of you could tell it was not really valerian. Its latin, I couldn't find a proper dictionary for proper valerian and i heard the show used latin writing to pass as valerian at some point on the show.. so the translations will be provided below. Remember, your reviews encourage me like nothing else! Thanks again guys! You are the best!

Dominae- my lady

Venient in- come in

Purgando- apologies