✅️ The Last Velaryon - Robb Stark

14 - Is A Change Of Heart Too Late

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I peaked one eye opened seeing that the sun hadn't risen and it was still nighttime. I was thankful for that being the case where I rolled over onto my side shaking Jaime by the shoulder needing him to wake up before the soldiers came searching for him. "Jaime. Jaime, wake up. Jaime, wake up."

"Hmm. What's going on?" He groaned in a raspy morning voice blinking his eyes open, meeting me staring down at him.

My hair was tousled and falling everywhere and his regardless of it being dirty was pretty much the same state as my hair. "We have to get you back to your cell before Robb comes looking for your head." I responded going to get up from the bed but winced feeling some soreness between my legs.

"How bad off are you after last night?" He sat upright touching my bare shoulder once I had slided my trousers and boots back on sitting back down on the edge of the bed.

Shaking my head I trailed my eyes down his bare chest recalling the event of what we had done last night together. "Sore, which I believe is to be expected the first time.  Now we don't have time for a discussion. We need to go."

"What's the rush, hmm. You certainly weren't complaining last night. I'm more than happy to repeat it." Jaime whispered huskily in my ear, brushing my hair away from the side.

I sucked in a breath trying to remain focused. "Jaime.. "

"Hmmm." He made a noise against my neck trailing kisses until I pushed him away, raising myself to my feet.

"If you wish to repeat last night at a later time we must make haste.  They'll realize you're gone by the time the sun comes up at dawn. And then we'll both be in trouble." Jaime rose up from the bed slipping his clothes back on before I put the same cloak I had back on sneaking him around the backway of camp.  Slipping him back inside his cell I turned about to go out before he snagged my wrist in his right hand holding me still. "Jaime, I really must go b-"

He leaned up pressing his upon mine and I leaned down wanting to savor whatever feeling we had formed between us. It certainly wasn't whatever feeling I had going between me and Robb, but this seemed to be making up for it. "I'll see you soon, Haelesa. My little Velaryon." He whispered, breaking the kiss resting our foreheads together before I heard some twigs breaking near us.

"I'll see you later." I ran for the cell door, closing it back as quiet as possible, holding a finger up to my lips telling him to be quiet before disappearing out of his line of sight.

Sneaking throughout the camp I was near my tent yet I halted in my tracks hearing Robb and his mother discussing something in her tent near my own. "You don't want Balon Greyjoy for an ally."

"I need his ships. They say he has 200." Robb informed her.

She snarky replied back. "They say a million rats live in the sewers of King's Landing. Shall we rally them to fight for us?"

"I understand you don't trust Lord Greyjoy."

She cut her son off. "I don't trust Lord Greyjoy because he is not trustworthy. Your father had to go to war to end his rebellion."

"Yes. And now I'm the one rebelling against the throne. Before me, it was father. You married one rebel and mothered another." Robb agreed with her words while I snuck around the back of the tent seeing a tiny tear allowing me to see inside without their knowledge.

She took offense to her son's words. "I mothered more than just rebels, a fact you seem to have forgotten."

"If I trade the Kingslayer for two girls, my bannermen will string me up by my feet." Robb lowered his gaze down to his lap, before shifting his gaze back to hers.