The Last Velaryon - Robb Stark

11 - Loyalties Can Change

I had hope that Robb would have calmed down after two days and we could have an actual conversation. Chezney and I were scrolling through the campgrounds just chatting like we normally did. After the miscommunication that was shared between us I had immediately filled her in on the whole situation and she was siding with me thankfully. "I've heard rumors from people in this camp that Northerners are stubborn, especially Starks."

"It doesn't matter how stubborn he is. I want him to know what he saw the other night was taken the wrong way." I responded looking at my friend while she walked beside me.

She linked her arm through mine raising a brow. "And what will you do if he still doesn't believe you? We could be thrown out of here so easily and half the Stark men wouldn't care about us."

"Then I'll find a way to get Jaime out of here."

Chezney covers my mouth with her hands frantically looking around to make sure no one had heard the words that I had just uttered so easily from my mouth. "Have you lost your bloody mind!" She shouted in a muttered tone, dragging me into the nearest empty tent.

"No I haven't. I mean what I just said. I won't give my support to someone who clearly no longer trusts me." I told my friend feeling some tears welling in my eyes.

She sent me a weak look, putting her hands on my shoulders squeezing them gently. "Hael, you are my best friend for life. But are you sure the Kingslayer has good intentions for you?"

"I have to keep the memory of my house alive. He may never love, he's told me himself. At the very least my house shall remain in Westeros because I'm now married to his family." I sighed, slumping my shoulders under her touch.

Chezney dropped her hands to her sides questioning. "What about finding love?"

"We don't choose who we love," he said. Maybe I'll be lucky enough to choose him and Jaime will choose me." I did my best impression of the golden lion recalling his declaration of love so clearly that night we spoke in his prison cell.

Chezney remained hopeful though of course. "Or better yet it could be Robb who chooses you and you choose him back."

"I'm not so certain that shall happen for me, Chez." I mumbled back to her not feeling like that would happen. I would have to start realizing that duty is the death of love.

Perched up on one of the large rocks big enough to sit down on by the ship port I watched the heavy waves crash against the rock of Kings Landing. The wind was blowing my hair completely behind my back and I could smell the fresh water flowing up into my nostrils, almost feeling like I was back at home at Driftmark. "What in the Seven kingdoms are you doing out here, Little Velaryon?"

"Well I'm not avoiding you if that's what you're worried about, Ser Jaime." I called, never taking my attention away from the water's movement. I had seen many different kinds of cargo ships pass through either picking up or dropping off supplies for the city. Wishing so dearly I could sail on one just for a few hours like I used to when I was younger.

The sound of his boots moving ended once he was standing beside the rock I was sitting on, eyeing me up there. "I was worried when I returned to our chambers and not even your friend knew where you had gone."

"Chezney, her name is Chezney for your information."

Jaime bent his head in understanding, beginning to climb up the rock so that he could sit beside her and he hoped she would not mind. "So why are you truly out here. Trying to escape our marriage by boat eh?"