JOANNA

A stomach upset meant that their journey was delayed by two days. The second day Joanna had convinced Sansa that she was perfectly fine and they began the ride for Riverrun but barely an hour into the ride she had to run into the woods where Sansa could her retching.

Sansa assumed it was because she was a Princess and her stomach was used to eating rich meals full of meat. The food they had managed to scavenge and hunt was barely on par with her usual diet.

On the third day Joanna managed to keep her food down long enough for them to make large amounts of progress. The sun was already setting by the time the Stark camp came into sight. It was a huge affair which boasted hundreds of men. She instinctively wondered where in the camp her uncle was. She hoped he wasn't being mistreated too badly, and a small part of her praid to the gods that Robb Stark was truly as honourable as he seemed.

As if Sansa had read her mind the auburn-haired girl offered some words of reassurance. "I'm sure your uncle is fine. Robb's a good person, he wouldn't hurt him without provocation."

That last part worried Joanna. Jaime, like her, didn't know when to keep quiet. They were both brutally honest. That attitude back in Kings Landing may have been intimidating but s a prisoner in an enemy camp it could get him into trouble.

They began approaching the camp and very soon they were stopped by Stark soldiers.

"Who are you?" One solider demanded, holding a sword in the dim torch light.

"Get me Robb Stark." Joanna commanded,

ROBB

He removed his cloak and placed it next to his bed. He prepared to change into his night clothes when a soldier ran into his tent.

Robb, annoyed at being disturbed, asked angrily. "What is it?"

"Lady Stark is here." The soldier panted, obviously having run cross camp.

"I don't understand. Is my mother okay?" Robb asked, confused. He took a step towards the tent flap but wasn't prepared for the following answer.

"Not your mother. Your sister, Sansa."

Without hesitation Robb ran past the solider and followed the noise. He reached a crowd of soliders all shouting and jeering. Pushing past them he reached the middle.

Stood there was his sister, his oldest sister. She looked much older than the last time they had seen each other, her time in Kings Landing aging her. Her blue dress, one that had been made for the trip south, was dirty round the edges from time on the road.

But his eyes moved slightly to the right and he saw someone he expected to see even less than his sister. Joanna Baratheon-Lannister- stood with her hand on his sisters arm holding her there. The girl he saw was completely different to the one he'd sat with in Winterfell. Her clothes were hardly suitable for a princess, her blonde curls a mess but the biggest change was in her eyes. When they'd met, those few short months ago, there was a little girl trying her hardest to look strong. Now that little girl was gone and in her place was a lion baring her claws.

"Robb Stark." She greeted, her grip preventing her companion from stepping forward.

His muscles tensed. "Joanna Lannister."

"Baratheon." A hint of annoyance in her voice.

"Maybe. Maybe not."

She took a step forward. "I have your sister. You have my uncle. I'm sure we can come to an agreement."

"I'm surprised your mother and brother allowed you to offer this." Robb asked cautiously. "Did your brother know of this?"

"It doesn't matter. I'm sure you would agree this is a fair trade." Joanna argued, her emerald eyes burning into his blue ones.

It was then that Catelyn arrived, pushing past to see her daughter. When they laid eyes on each other she burst into tears of happiness as she almost ran to her.

"Thank you so much for bringing Sansa to us. You will be rewarded for-"

"I didn't do this for you." Joanna coldly stated. "Sansa for my uncle. We make the trade then continue on our separate paths."

Catelyn, tears still in her eyes turned to her daughter. "Sansa, my daughter. Are you alright?"

She nodded, tears welling in her eyes. "I thought I would never see you again."

Robb asked "did the princess treat you well?"

Joanna rolled her eyes and scoffed. "If you don't mind I would like to begin my journey home as soon as possible."

"Why don't you stay?" Catelyn suggested, slowly moving towards the two girls.

"What?" Joanna and Robb exclaimed at the same time, shocked.

Lady Stark shook her head. "Just for tonight. It's too late for you to make any progress tonight. I swear on my honour that in the morning you and your uncle are free to go."

Robb stood there, astounded. "I am the King not you;. It's my decision."

"So you don't want your sister back?" Joanna laughed mockingly. "I could always take her back."

Sighing Robb nodded. "Fine. You can stay tonight."

"I would like to see my uncle now." She demanded, her vision wavering slightly.

"Of course." Robb agreed. His brow furrowed slightly as the Lannister girl swayed for a few moments before collapsing into a heap on the ground.

JAIME

He sat in his cell, his hair plastered to his face. The only soldiers still in this portion on the camp were guarding his cage. The rest had ran off in some commotion.

Footsteps approached his cage and he turned his head up, expecting it to be Robb Stark come to mock him again.

It turned out he was only partially right. Robb Stark was standing there but his purpose was far from what he expected.

"It seems you have a visitor, Kingslayer."

"Who?" Jaime asked curiously as he tried to sit up but the pole he was tied to restricted his movement.

"Your daughter has come to rescue you."

This time Jaime didn't even bother to deny it.