When I entered the dining room, everyone's head turned to look at me. Jaime especially. His deep emerald orbs widened and took in my form. I blushed scarlet as I made my way over to the table and sat down between him and Brienne. Lord Bolton nodded to me and I bowed my head in response as plates piled with food were placed in front of us. Jaime took a knife in his hand and tried to cut his piece of steak, the loud clanking of it resounding in the quiet room before Lord Bolton spoke up.

"I see my men have finally found you something appropriate to wear," he said to me, throwing a grape into his mouth.

"Yes. Most kind of them," I told him graciously, pouring on the etiquette that had been taught to me.

"You're a Stark bannerman, Lord Bolton. I am acting on Lady Stark's orders to return Jaime Lannister to King's Landing," Brienne spoke up, her eyes meeting the lord's.

"When King Robb left Harrenhal, his mother was his prisoner. If she wasn't his mother, he'd have hanged her for treason," he told us somberly.

"What?! What are-what? That can't be true! Robb wouldn't do such a thing. And not to our mother, of all people!" I told him viciously, shocked at his statement.

How could he say something so vile?! Robb was my brother... He-he loved mother as much as I. He'd never imprison her like that...or worse, kill her. It wasn't in his nature to be cold-hearted....Had my brother changed so much since I'd been away?

All the while we'd been talking, Jaime had been struggling to cut his piece of food so I stabbed it with my fork to make it easier on him. He shot me a small smile of thanks before cutting a piece off, the whole time Roose Bolton watching us with an amused expression plastered on his face. Like it was funny to watch someone struggle like that.

"I should send you back to Robb Stark," he said, directing the comment towards Jaime as I removed my knife and began to eat my own meal.

"You should. But instead, you're sitting here watching me fail at dinner. Why might that be?" Jaime shot back, placing the piece of food in his mouth.

"Wars cost money. Many people would pay a great deal for you," Lord Bolton said matter-of-factly.

"We both know who would pay the most. Or make you pay the most if he found out you had captured me and sent me back up north for a summary execution," Jaime said, his voice regal and calm as always.

Knots formed in my stomach at that and I knew my unease showed on my face. Roose wasn't going to kill Jaime... Was he?!

"You're right. Perhaps the safest thing to do is to kill you both and burn your bodies," Lord Bolton said, his eyes flicking between Jaime and I.

I instinctively picked up my knife and Jaime laid his hand over mine to stop me from gouging Roose Bolton's eyes out. His slender fingers were warm as they rested on mine and I tried to ignore the butterflies that erupted in my stomach at the touch of his skin. He removed his hand then and I whined internally at the loss of warmth. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Brienne watching the exchange between us intently.

"It would be, if you honestly believed my father would never find out about it," Jaime told him.

"King Robb is keeping your father quite busy. He doesn't have time for anything else," Bolton spat back.

"He'll make time for you,"

Silence ensued then as the men stared each other down

"As soon as you're well enough to travel, I will allow you to go to King's Landing as restitution for the mistakes my soldiers made. And you will swear to tell your father the truth, that I had nothing to do with your maiming." Lord Bolton told Jaime, choosing his words carefully.

Slowly, Jaime nodded in response before picking up the jug of wine.

"Shall we drink on it?" he asked him.

"I don't partake," Lord Bolton said.

"You do understand how suspicious that is to ordinary people? Very well," Jaime said, pouring both him and myself a drink.

"My lady, may our journey continue without further incident," he continued, shooting me a smile as he held his cup up to me.

Just as I was about to reply, Roose interrupted us.

"Oh, she won't be going with you," Roose interjected.

My heart dropped in my chest. What?

"I am charged with bringing Ser Jaime to-" Brienne started, noticing my distress.

"-You are charged with abetting treason," he cut her off rudely.

"I'm afraid I must insist," Jaime said, his voice soft but stern.

I glanced over at him as the sun lit up his features - his startling green gaze, shining dirty blond hair, and full lips that I already missed the taste of.

"You're in no place to insist on anything.I would have hoped you'd learned your lesson about overplaying your....position." Lord Bolton shot back, silencing us all.

The feeling of dread overtook me as I came to a startling realization - this was the end of my journey with Jaime.