Streaks Of Silver (Game of Thrones)

Chapter Twenty-One: Damsels In Distress...

Receiving her invitation, Litha would confirm she'd be attending not only with Varys, but also with Robb. Assuring him that she'd do everything she could to get Sansa out, right from under Joffrey's nose. Though, she'd decide to take her sweet time getting there when she heard Jaime was at Harrenhal after being assaulted by Roose Bolton's men...

Entering the continent with a legion of her Dothraki through the Bay of Crabs and riding straight for the ruined castle...

"I'll pay your bloody ransom! Gold! Sapphires! Just get her out of there!" Jaime demanded the life of Brienne of Tarth be saved from the bear pit before him and the Bolton soldiers who cheered.

"All you Lords and Ladies...you still think the only thing that matters is gold," Locke scoffed at him, about to go on until a ball of fire flew past his head. Everyone screaming and ducking as they looked to see a Queen coming up the stairs to the pit platform.

"How about your fucking life?!" Litha's voice raised as she came stalking up the stairs in leather and steel with a silver circlet on her head with Dothraki warriors marching up after her with curved blades in hand.

Jaime marveled at the sight of her, her hair rendered entirely silver by the flames from which her children had been born, "...Litha...?" he breathed in awe as she was the last one he expected to come to her aid after all that had happened.

Though, she ignored him save a reassuring glance. Keeping her attention focused on Locke as she stepped up to him, "Three of you, save Lady Brienne and whoever kills the bear gets to keep the pelt," she ordered her warriors. Three of them screaming as they ran, leaping over the railing, landing in the pit with a tuck and roll. Proceeding to slaughter the rabid animal while Litha took Locke by the throat with a firm hand. Choking him with it as the other hand which wore a clawed gauntlet raised toward his face.

The lot of the men around him would back away as the fingertips of the gauntlet began heating up to the point of glowing red hot, "I may hate Cersei Lannister, but Jaime...? Jaime is arrogant, yes. A sarcastic asshole, also yes...but he's also mine and you not only damaged him, but you tried to rape a Highborn Lady of Tarth," she snarled in his face, bending him backward over the rail, "And rape of any kind, Sir, is a crime that I cannot let stand, even if I can't execute you without agitating your Lord...but this will have to do," she added before proceeding to carve the letters R-A-P-I-S-T across his forehead with one burning claw across his forehead while he screamed.

Then, as the bear was killed and Brienne was hauled from the pit, Litha would make certain she saw what became of Locke. Once that happened, she tore Jaime's severed hand from his neck and handed it back to Jaime who was utterly speechless as she said, "I know it's not the same as sticking it back on, but it is yours and I won't have it left here with that cock thistle," she told him before whistling for her men to move out...

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Riding a few dozen miles out of Harrenhal, Litha would order hers and the men assigned to bring Jaime south to a stop so that Brienne could be attended to by the ex-Maestor Qyburn who was traveling with them...

That and she knew that speaking with Jaime couldn't wait...

"I didn't expect you'd be the one to rescue me," Jaime mused as she had a look at his new stump. Examining it for infection.

"I heard you were in trouble and that you were traveling with Brienne. So, I knew you were traveling on Catelyn's orders," she replied dryly while dabbing a damp cloth to do away with scum from his stitches. Grimacing as she found that it was becoming inflamed.

Jaime sensed how tense she was, being so close to him again after all that happened since she sailed for Essos. Deciding it was better to come out with what he felt needed said, "I should've gone with you to Essos...disappeared with you to see the world," he conceded this with no shortage of remorse, believing that as a "cripple" there was no chance for them now.