When we finally arrived at the camp, night was falling fast. A fire burned brightly and tents were set up around it. But it didn't look inviting, in the least. To me, it seemed like imprisonment - taking me to Roose Bolton in chains. With no hope of ever being reunited with my siblings, with my family. And...and I would probably never see Jaime again.

My head turned as we were pulled off of the horses and thrown to the ground. They yanked on the chains that bound us and we slowly got up onto our feet once more. Jaime was pushed ahead of me as they led us to a mass of trees close to the fire. It warmed my skin as we were forced against the trees and bound to them with rope so as not to escape. It wasn't long before the men came...those awful creepy men. They took Brienne away and I tried to grab onto her hand to pull her back.

But it was no use. One of them reached towards his sword hilt and Brienne shot me a look to deter me. I heeded her and drew my hand back, although not without a sharp glare sent to the man in question. This wasn't fair! None of it was fair! All three of us were nobles from birth.

That should mean something. And even if we hadn't been, how fair was this?! No one should be treated in this manner! Jaime noticed my distress and intervened.

"You know who she is, don't you?" he spoke up, his accented voice calm and collected.

A man scoffed from beside us and I looked over at him.

"A big woman from who cares where," he snarled.

"She's Brienne of Tarth. Her father is Lord Selwyn Tarth. Heard of Tarth?" Jaime asked him before continuing, "They call it the Sapphire Isle. Do you know why? Every sapphire in Westeros was mined on Tarth. Sapphires are gemstones...the blue ones,"

I almost snickered at the last part but bit it back.

"I know what they are," the man said, annoyed.

"Lord Selwyn would pay his daughter's weight in sapphires if she's returned to him. But only if she's alive," he told him.

The man was quiet for a moment, contemplating it and I chewed on my lip nervously.

"Bring her back here!" the man called out suddenly to his men.

I grinned widely over at Jaime and he smiled back in relief. After Brienne was brought forward, the man started to talk again.

"Fancy words for a fancy man," he said.

"I hated to read as a child, but my father forced me to study the books every morning before I could practice with sword or horse. Two hours every day holed up in the maester's chambers. I learned a lot of fancy words," Jaime confessed, surprising me.

Brienne was sat down across from Jaime and I. I was so relieved to see her okay.

"I bet you did," the man said venomously.

Jaime's piercing green orbs met my dark brown eyes in the firelight before the man bent down to his level.

"Your father, he'd pay your weight in gold to get you back?" he asked.

Jaime nodded, "You'd be a rich man till the end of your days. And your sons will be rich men and their sons after them. Lands, titles-- you'll have them all. The North can't win this war..."

My eyes hardened then. Why couldn't we? Of course we could! With my mother and brother fighting, Stark supporters behind them, of course we could!

"You're a smart man. You understand that. We have the numbers. We have the gold," Jaime went on.

"Aye, you have both," the man agreed.

"Fighting bravely for a losing cause is admirable. Fighting for a winning cause is far more rewarding,"

"Hard to argue with that."

I watched the exchange between them intently. What was Jaime up to? He almost always had a hidden agenda.