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Chapter 17

Jaime awakened to the sound of the door opening to his cell, as per usual. He had been dreaming, of Cersei, of his father, his brother, but instead he was here, captive to a foreign whore and a boy who his behind his mother's skirts.

He wondered what his father was saying, probably something about the family legacy. He opened his eyes gradually and to his well-concealed surprise it was not a soldier standing in front of him, but the foreign whore.

"Lady Everra," he drawled, "lovely too see you again. Couldn't stay away could you?"

She didn't answer. She just stood there staring at him, her green eyes cool and calculated.

"Well I know I don't look my best but I still seem to have rendered you speechless," he carried on, his voice arrogant.

"I guess that would upset your father, considering he did want to marry me. I think the thought of his wife and eldest son having an affair would sicken him greatly would you not say? Almost as much as the thought of his two eldest children having an affair and having children together."

She took a few steps towards him and leaned down, her face nearly in line with his, "Unspeakable wouldn't you say?"

Jaime did not answer. For once in his life he had no response. How.. unnerving.

She straightened herself upwards once more and brushed her hands against her skirt, her green eyes observing him.

"Heard of Ned Starks death," he said, changing the subject, " how very tragic. Perhaps this Stark shall suffer the same fate, what is the saying? Like father, like son."

She did not reply and Jaime smirked at her silence.

"Ohh, did I upset you my lady. Poor dear me, one would think that you had feelings for poor dear Ned Stark. My father will be most disappointed."

"Spare me your jokes, Ser Jaime. That is not why I am here."

"Then why are you here?" he questioned, cocking his head to the side, "Were you worried about me?"

"You don't know," she said.

"Know what?"

"Well I thought since you are so enthralled by the gossip that takes place in the camp I figured you must have known by now." She sighed softly, her cold green eyes staring into his.

"Know what?" He asked once more.

"We have your brother."

A jolt of alarm spread through his body at her words but he shook his head slightly, attempting to calm himself, "You are lying. Tyron is far too smart to have been captured by you."

She lifted an eyebrow at him and mirrored his position, cocking her head to the side and said, "Am I? You'd be surprised how easy it is to bribe the mountain clans. Say you will help them do anything they desire and they will do anything for you. Including taking an imposter to pose as Tyrion Lannister. Your father must have figured out that Tyrion is somewhere else by now, he may hate him but he does know what he looks like."

"Lies," Jaime spat, "You bitch-"

"Oh my dear Ser Jaime, I thought you may need a little bit convincing," she said and then called out, "Guards!"

Jaime caught sight of the guards dragging a small body in between them, ropes in hand. He recognised that face, despite how dirty and tired it looked. But still it could not be…

"Tyrion!" He called out.

It was him. He had not answered but Jaime could see his face now, that was his brother, his little brother and he was in the hands of a foreign whore.

"You bitch," he spat at her.

"Your brother will be near you, but you will only observe as we hang him from the tree. It will be a long excruciating process but he will die sooner or later," she said and Jaime diverted his eyes from hers, keeping his eyes on his little brother, "but at least you will have something to entertain you."

As she turned to walk away from him he yelled foul things at her, his voice growing louder and louder as his desperation got to him.

Cold hearted bitch.

Everra sighed as she entered her tent, undoing her cloak and tossing it towards her bed, her mind running with thoughts.

"My lady," Daavos said, entering the tent.

"Daavos," she said, turning around to face him.

Once the entrance was firmly closed she sat down in a chair, observing him whilst drinking a glass of water.

"Why aren't you enjoying our victory Daavos? You should enjoy the whoring and drinking around while you can."

Daavos stiffened at her words and replied cooly, " I see no reason to celebrate my lady. I see something is troubling you. The Stark boy I presume?"

Her eyes shifted to meet his as she said, "The boy is too busy grieving his poor dear father to be troubling to anyone. Same with the mother and Jon as well. They function but don't do."

"That makes perfect sense, my lady, truly."

"If I wanted a fool Daavos I would have gotten one years ago," she snapped. Her fingers tightened into fists as she thought, there was a lot for her to do, Robb was of no use to anyone at the current moments, all he had done was agree to start the plan now.

"Has the plan started?" Daavos asked moving closing to her.

"Yes," she said and then stopped.

"My lady?" Daavos asked.

"What if I was wrong Daavos, what if he does not say anything to him?" She asked, her eyes meeting his.

Daavos was rather shocked, not once had she ever doubted herself. Always she was cold and aloof, she still was, but this was closet to vulnerable he had seen her since…. he could not remember.

"If the vision the old woman went you was true, then it will happen."

"I suppose," she admitted and brought a hand up to under her chin, and rested on it.

"Daavos," she said, " do you remember the riddle the old woman once sent us?"

"Yes," he replied, "What of it?"

"I think it is Lord Baelish."

"Littlefinger?" he questioned, the blonde eyebrows on his face rising.

"My lady I hardly think that-"

"Exactly, you hardly think that he would. What was it the riddle said, 'Sometimes it is the person you least expect that ends up being your end.'"

'What would his motive be?" Daavos asked.

"Power, money, whores, love. Who knows, a man with no motive is the one someone least expects to do anything."

There was no denying the possibility, but Daavos still had trouble grasping it.

"Why would he kill Jon Arryn?" He asked, voicing his doubts.

Everra frowned slightly and her hands linked together at her lap as her mind began to put everything together.

"Lord Baelish loves Catelyn Stark, does he not?"

"Well, yes it was rumoured-"

"Perhaps he killed Jon Arryn so that he could…" her eyes widened as she came to a sudden realisation.

"How could we not have figured it out sooner!" She exclaimed, standing from her chair.

"It all makes sense now Daavos!"

Daavos frowned at her and said, "My lady, what-"

"Lord Baelish loves Catelyn Stark but he loves power as well. He was a man born from nothing and rose to have a seat on the council. He knew that if Jon Arryn died the King would turn to the only other person he could trust, and who was that Daavos?"

'Ned Stark," he replied, slowly catching on, "But my lady, how did he know that Ned Stark would go to King Landing? We know that he went because of the letter Lysa Arryn sent to her sister but how could he have known that he would go?"

Everra paused slightly and frowned, "Perhaps he knew that she would send that letter. The marriage between Lysa and Jon Arryn was unhappy, perhaps she sought comfort from Lord Baelish, we know that they grew up together, perhaps they were closer than we all thought."

They were both silent for a few moments and just as Daavos was about to speak a man called out from the entrance of the tent, "My lady?"

"You may come in," Everra called out, glancing towards Daavos.

A familiar looking man stepped into her tent and said with a cold smile, "Lady Everra."

"Lord Bolton," she acknowledged, her eyes staring back with the same coldness.

The Lannister's send their regards.

"Lord Stark is requesting that all members of his council come for a meeting later on this evening," he said, his eyes glancing at Daavos who had stiffened at the sight of the man.

"And he sent you to tell me," she asked.

"I volunteered."

They kept on staring at each other, the tension in the room rising before Everra said, "Very well, Lord Bolton, thank you for your information."

"My pleasure, my lady," he said, smiling at her. It was a cold smile, one she would give to someone.

"Sorry for the interruption."

With that he was gone.

Everra waited a few moments before she said, "He must die."

"My lady?" Daavos asked.

"He has too, before he can do something that may ruin everything, the bastard."

"My lady, you must be careful, killing a Lord- if you get caught-"

"Will mean my certain death, I am not stupid Daavos."

"I need to talk to Robb," she said finally.

"Will he speak with you?" Daavos asked.

"I'll make him speak with me," she replied and stormed out of her tent.

Robb sat in the grass, enjoying the view in front of him, the way the tree's stood and the wind brushing against his face. He could almost believe that he was at home and that there wasn't nearly forty thousand soldiers behind him.

Grey Wind lay beside him, his tail rising every few minutes, he was enjoying the peace too. It was almost as if he could feel Robb's pain and grief and that he was suffering with him.

Robb had spoken to his mother only twice more since the scene in the forest, he had not even spoken to Jon. Jon his brother, whom lost their father too.

Fuck, he had no idea what to do now.

"You know you are really are an idiot for coming here without any guards," a familiar voice said behind him.

Robb sighed softly, his peace ending and turned to face her, saying, "You just called a Lord an idiot."

'You say that as though it should mean something to me," Lady Everra replied, taking a few steps towards him. Grey Wind began to stiffen at the sight of her and began growling before Rbb waved a hand at him to stop.

"Your early," Robb said, "The meeting does not begin until later on in the evening with the rest of the lords."

"That is not why I'm here," she said, standing a few steps away from him.

"As you know, the plan with Tyrion Lannister has begun, we need to assign soldiers."

Robb nodded, though he showed no sign of truly listening to her.

"Alright, I am trusting you to know what to do," she said and then made a motion to leave.

"I want them dead," Robb said, "all of them."

She stopped moving and instead took a few steps towards him and sat down, Grey Wind immediately raising his head at the new presence.

"Careful, Stark, hate and vengeance are dangerous emotions. They can consume you until there is nothing left of you."

Robb looked at her carefully, trying to understand her.

"I want all of their heads on a spike, including the Lannister's we have now. Especially the Kingslayer's, let his father know how it feels to lose someone you love."

"Do that and Sansa will be killed. Raped and tortured beforehand, you have more to lose than to gain by killing Jaime Lannister."

"And Tyrion?"

"Tyrion is… useful. If he was not an imp I believe he would be considered one of the greatest minds of Westeros. If you win this war, having him as an ally will be of a great advantage to you," she said, turning to glance at him.

"I still want them dead," he said childishly, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his thighs.

She did not answer for a few moments, looking as though she was trying to search for the right answer.

"I know how you feel, I lost both of my parents when I was very young," she finally replied.

"I'm sorry," Robb said. He meant it too.

"Don't be. I'm not."

She was back, that cold, indifferent person whom Robb knew her too be. Any signs of vulnerability were gone the moment the words left her mouth. Robb felt something twinge inside of him, like a warning.

She stood up then, brushing her hands against the skirt of her dress and said, "I will see you later at the meeting, my lord."

Robb nodded and said, "Until then, my lady."

She nodded in acknowledgement and then turned to walk away.

I don't understand her, Robb thought, cold one minute and telling me of her dead parents the next. . . damn her.

It was a rather good thing he could not see the smirk on her face.

"The both of you looked rather cosy," Daavos said when Everra entered her tent.

She rolled her eyes at his observation and said, "You did not have too watch."

Daavos sighed in frustration and took a few steps towards her and exclaimed loudly, "My lady what are you doing?"

She raised an eyebrow at him questingly and said, "What did it seem like I was doing?"

Daavos rolled his eye at her answer and continued to look at her expectantly.

"I was… opening up to him. Telling him about my 'dark past'," she said tucking a lock behind her hair.

Daavos continued to frown at her disapprovingly.

"Alright Daavos, what does the Stark boy seem like to you? Hmm? Does he seem greedy, lustful, naive or honourable?"

"He seems like a boy whom does not know what he is actually doing," Daavos said hesitantly.

"That is partially true, while we know he is a skilled strategist and warrior he has no clue as to what he is doing when it comes to politics."

"What does that have to do with you cuddling up to him?" Daavos demanded. He did not care that he seemed like a child. He was jealous, but he would die before he admitted it out loud, despite how obvious it was.

"Do you think he is more likely to listen to someone he trusts or to a woman younger than him whom he barely knows?" She questioned.

"In order for the Stark boy to listen to my council he must trust me. We both know that it will take time for him to lose his nativity and that is time which we do not have Daavos. If he starts to trust me sooner everything will go ahead faster, its simple logic."

"Simple logic," Daavos muttered.

"If he thinks he knows me he is more likely to listen to me. That will make him easier for me to control. After the war is over, he can bury his face in the snow for all I care, until then, we need his cooperation."

"And what if he falls in love with you, hmm? What then? We both know that he is a romantic fool and is prone to falling in love with people he shouldn't," Daavos asked.

That seemed to stop her short, almost as if she had never even considered it before.

"All the better," she said coldly, " that means that I have control over whom he marries so I can make sure he does not break his oath to the Freys. The gods know we can not afford for him to have any more enemies than he already has. The Freys may be drunks but they are dangerous, they defeated a King and his army once, they can do it again."

They did not speak for a few moments until Daavos said, "My lady I hope you do not take offence when I say that you have a remarkable talent for not caring about anyone."

She let out something akin to a laugh and said, "I try Daavos, I try."

Her head then turned and that was when she noticed something.

"Suns gone down Daavos, we have a meeting to attend too."

Robb sat in the centre of all his banner men and Lady Everra, waiting patiently for the man in front of him to finish speaking. They had gone to discussing their victory and talking about their losses when a Lord had raised the question; Whom would they side with? Renly or Stannis?

"The choice is clear," the man was saying, "Let us move South to join King Renly and join our forces with his."

"Renly is not the King," Robb found himself saying out loud.

The lord turned to face him, his face surprised as he said, "You can not mean to hold to Joffrey my lord? He put your father to death."

He could feel his mother's gaze on the side of his face, as well as Theon's whom was sitting behind the Lord in from of him.

"That does not make Renly King," he replied, " He is Robert's youngest brother, if Bran can't be Lord of Winterfell before me, Renly can not be king before Stannis."

His eyes darted around the room as he watched majority of the Lords nodding in agreement, except Lady Everra whom was simply staring at him, waiting for him to continue.

"Do you mean to declare us with Stannis?" The Lord questioned.

"Renly isn't right!" Someone yelled from the back, causing the air to erupt with chatter.

Lord Greatjon leaped upwards and commanded, "My Lords, my Lords!"

The room quieted almost immediately. The other Lord sat down quickly as Lord Greatjon began to speak, "Here is what I say to these two kings."

He then spat at the floor violently, causing some of the men to cheer loudly and others to laugh.

"Renly Baratheon is nothing to me! Nor Stannis neither! Why should they rule over me and mine from some flowery seat in the south? What do they know of the wall? Of the Wolfswood? And their gods are wrong!"

Many began to laugh now but Robb kept his mouth closed, he was not to sure he liked where this was going.

"Why shouldn't we rule ourselves again?" Greatjon demanded loudly, "It was the dragons we bowed to!

Now the dragons are dead."

He drew out his sword as he turned to face away from Robb, but pointed his sword towards him and exclaimed, "There, sits the only King I'll bend my knee too. The King in the North!"

He then bent down, his words echoing throughout.

Robb was frozen, he seemed unable to comprehend what this meant. He felt half tempted to yell at Lord Greatjon to get up, to say that he had to much to drink, but the other part of him, the larger part, was too surprised to do anything.

Robb found himself standing up, about to say something when someone else called out, "Ill have peace on those terms. They can keep their red castle and their iron chair too." He then drew out his sword and kneeled down exclaiming, "The King in the North!"

Theon then stood, making his way to Robb and said, "Am I your brother? Now and always."

"Now and always," Robb replied, his voice surprisingly firm.

"My sword is yours, through victory and defeat. From this day, till my last day."

"The King in the North!" Greatjon yelled.

Everyone else immediately reciprocated, drawing out their swords and yelling, "The King in the North! The King in the North!"

His eyes went to the back of the room, where Lady Everra, Lord Edwin and Ser Daavos still sat, her eyes on him.

She then stood up and made her way towards him, the room slowly quieting at the sight.

"I'm no northman," she said, "But I would be blind not to see that you're better than the Lannister's and the Baratheons."

Robb's lips curled up slightly at her words and then she said, "Will our houses have an alliance throughout this war and after?"

Robb replied without hesitation, "Yes, my lady."

She nodded at him and the unsheathed her sword, exclaiming, "Then you have my utmost support, your grace."

She then kneeled in front of him, causing the two men behind her to do the same. They all then shouted, northmen and southerners alike, "The King in the North!"

Jaime heard the distant sounds of shouting from the other side of the camp, but could not be bothered trying to decipher what they were shouting. His brother was still hanging from that god forsaken tree, clinging to life. Tyrion had been forced to stand on the tip of his toes on a chair, which allowed him to breathe, but Jaime knew he could not hold out for much longer.

His arms hurt from trying to free himself of his ropes and his voice was coarse from having been yelling for hours on end. He was distracted by the sound of his cell opening and snapped his head forward, his eyes narrowing into a glare as he took in the sight of an unfamiliar man in front of him.

"Who are you?" He snarled.

The boy winced at his harsh tone and simply stepped forward, a tray in hand. Something on the tray caught Jaime's attention, it was sharp and silver and his eyes almost widened at the realisation of what it was.

A knife! He realised. He felt very tempted to smirk. Idiots, he thought.

He sat there silently as the boy left the tray in front of him and quickly hurried out of the tent, shaking with fear. Jaime waited a few moments before lifting his feet in the air and trying to balance the knife between his feet and bring them towards his chained hands under the ropes.

Come on, come on, he thought. His brother did not have much time.

When he finally managed to get the knife into his hands, his face had broken out into a sweat, and his face was red from concentrating.

He managed to twist the knife upward and began to painfully shift it up and down, careful not to cut into his side in the process. When the ropes finally fell around him, he leaped to his feet and hurried towards the door, knife in hand.

All he could see was his brother hanging the tree, slowly losing air that he did not comprehend the fact that the door was not properly locked. Once he had shoved the door open, he did not realise how suspicious it was. Perhaps, when looking back on it he had, things would have ended differently.

"Tyrion," He rasped out, stumbling towards his brother, knife in hand.

Tyrion's eyes widened as he realised that it was Jaime whom was stumbling towards him, covered in a thick layer of dirt and shit.

Jaime held onto to the rope as he began to sluggishly cut it, his hands slipping. He felt dizzy and nauseous as the word began toolbar around him but he forced himself to focus. He had to get out of there. Tyrion could not die, not without knowing….

The rope grew thinner and thinner until finally it snapped and Tyrion collapsed with a loud thud onto the floor. He began to cough loudly before Jaime bent down and covered his mouth, his head snapping around to see if anyone had heard them.

"Shh, Tyrion," he whispered, lifting his hand.

Tyrion looked up at him and let out a weak laugh and managed to rasp out, "Thank you brother, for saving me."

Jaime chuckled slightly before muttering, "It was a… debt I owed you." Jaime's voice sounded strange.

Tyrion cocked his head,"A debt? I do not understand."

Jaime stood as he said, "Good. Some doors are best left closed."

Tyrion managed to slowly sit up, the pain in his throat escaping him for a few moments.

"Oh dear," Tyrion rasped out, "Is there something grim and ugly behind it? Could it be that someone said something cruel to me once. I'll try not to weep. Tell me."

Jaime looked around hurriedly, trying not to look at Tyrion.

"Tyrion…"

Tyrion's heart leapt in his chest as he realised, Jaime is afraid. "Tell me," Tyrion said again.

Jaime glanced at Tyrion's face and spoke softly, "Tysha."

"Tysha?" Tyrion asked, his stomach tightening, "What of her?"

"She was no whore. I never bought her for you. That was a lie that Father commanded me to tell. Tysha was. . . she was what she seemed to be. A crofter's daughter, chance met on the road."

Tyrion could not breather for a few moments and it was not because of the injuries on his neck.

"She was right," Tyrion whispered, "By the gods she was right."

Jaime frowned slightly at his words and said, "Tyrion—"

He hit him. It was a slap, backhanded, but he put all his leftover strength into it, all his pain, all his fear, all his anger. It was all Tyrion could do not to scream.

Jaime fell backward, his head still faced to the side as he said, 'I guess I earned that."

"Maybe,' a voice behind them said, "but I must thank you for making this so easy, Ser Jaime," Lady Everra called out.

Jaime leapt upwards but it was too late, guards had surrounded them on every corner.

"Put him away," she commanded and the guards came forward and surrounded Jaime and managed to tie his hands behind hi back, despite him fighting back.

'Tyrion," he was calling out, "Tyrion!"

Tyrion didn't answer, instead he looked at the woman in front of him, remembering what she said to him earlier on in the day.

Tyrion's eyes opened to the sight of a woman standing over him, her face titled to the side and brow furrowed in thought.

"I know I am charming, my lady, but watching over me in my sleep is too much too fast," he croaked out, his voice breaking.

She shook her head at him slightly and said, "I would not necessarily call it charm."

"Charm, wit, intelligence, whom knows? You obviously seem to lack it."

"Fair enough," she replied. She then started to step around him, her eyes staying on him all the while before she bent down in front of him.

"Your intelligence is actually quite impressive Lord Tyrion," she said.

Tyrion snorted loudly and remarked, "Yes I can see it left quite the impression on you.'

"I wonder does your family appreciate it?" She continued as if he had never spoken, "We both know your father does not. Nor does your sister, but your brother, your close with him, are you not?"

Tyron did not answer, he simply stared ahead, trying to ignore her.

"I wonder, has he ever lied to you?" she said, standing back up.

"What does my relationship with my brother have to do with anything?" Tyrion asked, a bitter smile on his face.

She shrugged nonchalantly and said, "I'm merely curious. It would seem. . . natural for a brother to lie to another. To keep something from another-"

"If you want to say something say it," Tyrion snapped, "This may be my last hours on this earth, I do not want to spend it listening to your riddles."

"You won't die," she said and then added, "At least not today."

"Comforting," he said sarcastically.

"Your brother is keeping something from you though," she said and took a few steps back.

Tyrion frowned at her and then laughed loudly, "Then tell me what this secret is, I promise I will not weep."

"It is better you here it from him then from me," she said and then walked away, leaving him to reflect on what just happened.

"Conniving bitch," he muttered.

"Healers," she called out, snapping Tyrion back to the present moment, "make sure that Lord Tyrion is cared for."

Just as she turned around, Tyrion's lips had just formed her name when suddenly a feeling overcame him and he fell backwards, his eyes closing as his mind wandered off into darkness.

It would seem that almost being killed and your brother admitting to being the reason your first wife was raped took a toll on you.

Everra walked towards Robb's side, whom was standing off in the distance, observing the scene.

When she reached his side he asked, "What did he say to him?"

"Does it matter?" she said, "We got what him on our side."

After a few moments she added, 'Your grace."

The King in the North, Robb thought.

The sudden fear that gripped his stomach made him almost fall over but he managed to conceal it with difficulty.

He felt a hand touch his shoulder and he almost sprung back in surprise, not expecting it.

His eyes flew up to meet hers. They were still cold and aloof but they were surprisingly comforting.

She looked almost. . . sympathetic as she looked at him but sh did not say anything, perhaps that was what was comforting.

They stood there for a good while, her hand still on his shoulder, until eventually she lowered it and said, "Have a good evening, your grace."

"Likewise my lady," he said and took a step away from her, suddenly puzzled as to why he let her do that.

You fool, he swore at himself, you naive fool. You are a king, not a boy. Engaged. She'll break you.

"Goodnight," he muttered and stalked off, eager to be alone.

He was right though, at the end of the day.

She would break him.

And thats a wrap guys! This chapter was hard to write. I literally rewrote the whole thing like fifty thousand times. I hoped you guys liked it though! Tell me what you think, do you guys hate Everra? Do you think Robb will figure out what she is doing? Poor guy, right? He can't really trust anyone at the end of the day can he? I hoped you like the development with Tyrion and Jaime, at first I was rather wary to use that storyline before i decided to go ahead with it. The scene were jaime tells Tyrion the truth is practically taken straight out of the book, so if you guys recognise the scene thats why. To me, the scene was so powerful, I could not help but include it n this story. Remember, one of these character's belong to me. Nor does the writing in that scene. Next chapter should be up at some point, I still have a lot of thins to figure out for this story. Or at least, some of the main events. Though I usually just end up changing things when I am writing the chapter. Oh before I forget, when this story ends, I want to go over and edit it, not rewrite it or anything but look over grammatical errors and stuff. If any of you are interested by the time this story ends, please PM me. Thanks for the response last chapter guys, it really means a lot. We have almost 120 followers! That makes me so happy! Thanks again and remember to review, that encourages me like nothing else. Remember, if you have any questions just PM me. Bye guys!