Sandor and Arya sat in the shadows for most of the night, watching each guard that moved around Sansa's carriage. Sandor's eyes kept moving to the Kingslayer who remained right beside the carriage, noticing that he would occasionally glance to the doors before turning away again.

"Why is he guarding her?" Arya whispered to Sandor as she looked at Jaime, "isn't he a Kingsguard?"

"Probably cuz he's useless with only one hand." He chuckled a bit at the thought of the Kingslayer only having one hand. "Heard he's still learning to use his other hand to fight with."

Arya nodded, "that's why I learned to fight with my left, because it isn't my dominate hand." She looked to Sandor, "catches people off guard."

Sandor nodded then slowly rose to his feet, "we're not going to do anything tonight. I have an idea of how we'll get to her tomorrow. There is no way they can get to Casterly Rock before nightfall again, they will spend one more night on the road. It will be our only chance." He then took a hold of her arm and dragged her into the trees more. "I'll tell ya the plan."

…

She was laying there, only wearing her sleep shift and small clothes. She could feel him behind her, his breath hot on her neck. Slowly his hand moved up her slender leg, tracing over her delicate flesh as he began to move her sleep shift up. She could feel her skin tingle beneath his fingers as they traced from her thighs up to her hips.

'I can show you pleasure you have never known…'

His words are only a whisper against the skin of her neck as his lips slowly placed kisses down the skin of her neck to her shoulder. His tongue had traced lightly over the blade of her shoulder, sending another shiver over her body. This isn't right, she shouldn't be here.

'Don't fight it Sansa, you know this is what you desire.'

As his hand trailed further up her body, he pushed her sleep shift over her head, his hand then moving to take a hold of one of her firm breasts. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his hand begin to massage her, she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. It was pitch black, she couldn't see anything, only feel and hear him. His touch was gentle and welcoming. She knew it was not her husband, the way he spoke, and they were not the words of the man she married.

'Give into me, let me show you true pleasure.'

His hand continued to massage her breast as his lips moved over her shoulder, to her neck then up to her ear where he lightly nibbled at her. His voice was so quiet, and seemed so far away, she knew who she desired, she knew who she wanted. It had to be him. She let out a small moan as his hand moved over the skin of her belly, she could feel him grin against the flesh of her neck.

'My father will never please you like I can.'

Sansa suddenly sat up with a gasp, her hand to her chest as she looked around her carriage. She was alone, it was only a dream. She reached for the wineskin her handmaiden had left for her, quickly drinking from it as she tried to erase the images of her dream. How could she be dreaming of him? Was he trying to get her killed, was he trying to get the both of them killed? She shook her head, drinking a bit more before relaxing back into the pillows again.

"My lady…" The doors of her carriage opened, her eyes widening in horror when she saw Jaime climbing inside. He closed the doors behind him as she scrambled to pull her blankets over herself.

"What are you doing? I did not give you permission to join me in here!" She was horrified to have him in there with her, after that dream.

"Your handmaiden tells me you did not sleep well last night, my father wanted me to ensure you were resting well now." He looked her over as she tried to cover herself. "I took it as an opportunity to take a break from riding." He grinned as he moved to sit beside her.

She shifted, sitting up as much as she could without losing the blankets she held around herself. "I am sure you father did not mean for you to join me in here. Besides, you're a trained rider, this should not bother you one bit."

He laughed a bit, shrugging his shoulders. "Perhaps, maybe I find it as an excuse to get closer to you my lady." He grinned as he reached out to stroke her cheek softly.

She tried to pull away as his hand reached for her, her eyes watching him closely. "Why are you doing this? Your father would have your head if he knew what you have been doing."

His finger lingered on her cheek a moment before he finally withdrew it, "a Lannister always pays his debts." He looked at her a moment before turning away. "He's taken so much from me, taken so much of my happiness. Why now should he be happy?"

Sansa shook her head, "if you want revenge on him, find yourself another pawn. I will have no part of it!"

He laughed, suddenly pulling at her so that she was laying on her back. Quickly he moved on top of her, covering her mouth with his good hand as he held her down with the weight of his body. "Tell me something, do you enjoy it when he fucks you? I can see it in your eyes Sansa, it disgusts you. I know what he did in order to get you to marry him. You didn't want this marriage, you were forced into it. I can help make it easier on you though, if only you would stop fighting me."

Her eyes had widened as he pulled her underneath him. She tried to scream against his hand but the sound was easily muffled. She struggled underneath him, her eyes filling with tears as he spoke to her.

"I can be your friend Sansa, but you only see me as an enemy. If you want to survive this family, you will need a friend like me." He slowly released his hand from her mouth, then moved off of her. Once she had sat up again, he sighed, moving to sit across from her this time. "I will not hurt you, I am your sword shield, and I cannot hurt you. But I can help you, if you let me." He then quickly moved out of the carriage before she could respond.

Her eyes still wide and full of tears, she stared at the door for a minute before wrapping her blankets even tighter around herself. 'Gods, what have I gotten myself into?'

….

"I can distract the Kingslayer, he'll see me and think I somehow escaped on my own." Arya looked up at Sandor as they once again sat in the trees outside the Lannister camp. "They leave the horses saddled, but do not leave them attached to her carriage when they are not moving. We can use them to escape quickly."

Sandor's eyes never left the camp, watching each soldier move around. He nodded in agreement. "You need to get him far enough from the carriage so that I can get into it without him noticing."

Arya nodded slowly standing when Sandor quickly grabbed her wrist. "Wait…"

Another man approached Jaime, they couldn't tell what he was saying, but both men quickly left, heading to Tywin's tent, leaving Sansa nearly alone.

"Now!" Sandor quickly rose to his feet, Arya behind him as they both ran to the carriage finding this the perfect moment to grab Sansa and run.

…..

Jaime entered his father's tent, his hand on the hilt of his sword as he approached him.

"Leave us!" Tywin barked at the guards inside with him. Once they had left, Tywin looked to his son, anger showing on his face. "I've heard troubling news."

Jaime looked at him curiously, shrugging his shoulders slightly. "And what news is that?"

"We have a traitor in our camp, a man trying to lure Sansa away." He looked at his son as he approached him, "trying to tell her that he can get her out of here."

Jaime grinned slightly as he watched his father, "and where have you heard these reports from?"

"Her handmaiden, she reports to me every day." He stopped only a few feet from Jaime. "She overheard your conversation with her this morning."

Again Jaime shrugged, showing nothing in his face. "So what if she did? She must have been mistaken in what she heard." His hand remained on the hilt of his sword.

"You think I betrayed you, and you want revenge. But do not think for one moment I will let you take her from me!"

Jaime let out a laugh at his words, "she is a child, young enough to be your granddaughter. Do you truly believe you can bear children with her? Do you believe she can grow to love you?" He laughed again, quickly drawing his sword, "she'll mourn you like a good little wife, but she won't miss you."

Before Tywin could act, he found his own son's sword being pushed through his chest. His eyes locking with Jaime's own eyes. "Traitor…" He then fell to the ground.

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