Streaks Of Silver (Game of Thrones)

Chapter Five: Man Slayer...

That afternoon, Litha would be in her room. Tending to herself after her instrument. Brushing her long brown and silver hair straight with water and a comb...

Then, came a knock at her door, "My Lady? Are you decent this time...?" Jaime's voice would reach her through the wood and the girl rolled her eyes. Smiling to herself as he simply refused to give up calling her "my Lady."

"I am. You may enter," she called back and through the door he would walk in time to see her putting on her wolf head pendant.

Staring at her back for a moment, he would take in the sight of her pulling back her hair. Braiding the top half away from her face while the rest was left to hang in brown silk. The white section of her hair blending beautifully with the brown into the braid as just a few strands of it would be left to frame her face.

Standing then from her place at the vanity table once her hair was secure, the girl would turn to Jaime in her fresh new clothes. A leather riding dress which stopped at the knee over a white blouse with loose sleeves, the same pair of leather pants and her boots, "Well?" she inquired with her hands on her hips as Jaime just kept staring.

"You look beautiful," he replied, earning a roll of those lavender eyes.

"I mean what did you want, Ser Jaime. It can't have simply been to flatter me, though it was a valiant attempt," she specified and the King Slayer would grin at this. Ever delighted by her.

"I need to find the nearest whore house," he spoke plainly then, seeing her expression drop in surprise.

"Surely, you could find someone willing to do it for you without gold, Ser Jaime," she stated before he would snort slightly as close his eyes for a moment at the burn.

"It's to find my brother. He goes where the whores do and he arrived half a day before we did," Jaime cleared up the confusion and a warm smile would find her face before she found her cloak on the corner of her bed.

"Very well. I suppose I should escort you...wouldn't want some elixir peddler or fortune teller to take advantage of you on your way there," she offered then and off they went out the door.

Jaime's grin only warmed at this to know she didn't actually hate to spend time with him, "Do any of their potions actually work?"

"Aside from Ginger Tonic, no."

"But how do they make any money if none of their goods work except for one...?"

"Because it's about making someone believe. Like holding someone's hand when they're in pain."

All along the way, they would speak and speak...

And Jaime had never felt more at peace beside another woman...not even Cersei...

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Entering the brothel, Litha would show Jaime to the most expensive room after they found a few women to have on standby for his brother. Stepping inside, they would find Tyrion with a woman that Litha knew for she snuck into nearly every feast lately upon her brother Theon's request...

"Do you not understand the meaning of a closed door in a..." Tyrion would trail off and pause when he saw Litha follow his brother into the room. Her demeanor all too casual for a woman in such a place who clearly wasn't an employee there.

"I did try to remind him, but your brother insisted," she answered then while Jaime poured them drinks at the nearby table.

"And who might you be, pretty woman with a sword?" Tyrion wondered then and it would be Ros's chance to speak.

"She's Lord Stark's favorite Bastard...the White-Haired Man Slayer, Mistress Litha Snow," Ros declared her while she covered up with a blanket and Litha smirked.