Not Just A Serving Girl

Cower, Little Lion

"Hello Jaime, been a long time".

Katrina couldn't have dreamed of a more perfect expression if she'd tried, Jaime's eyes were as wide as dinner plates, his lip quivering as he tried to create a witty comeback, but none came.

"You look a little lost for words, little lion. Something wrong?" Katrina frowned and tilted her head, mocking him.

"Yo- you told him?" Jaime finally stuttered, now looking truly afraid.

"You think I'd trust you not to? Not bloody likely. I'm just wondering why your son didn't send a raven to inform Robb of my secret sooner. As I put on quite the performance up in  Kings Landing"

"So that's how you got out in one piece?" Robb asked.

"Course it was, I'd be dead too otherwise"

"Maybe someone favours you" suggested Robb, "Maybe Sansa managed to kill the ravens"

"Speaking of... Killing" Katrina smiled mischievously down at the terrified lion, taking a few deliberately slow paces towards him. "I'd love to see if this lion still has claws"

Jaime seemed to quiver before her, shocking Robb to the core.

"What on earth did you two do to eachother?" He muttered.

"I'll tell you one day" Kat promised. Robb placed a hand on her shoulder.

"We should get back, he can't do anymore harm here", Katrina nodded, smiling one last time at Jaime,

"I'll be seeing you soon Kingslayer"

Exiting the cage, Jaime suddenly got his tongue back as she and Robb walked into the camp.

"You don't know her Stark! She's a bloody demon!"

"Such a drama queen" sighed Kat, feeling as if a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

"You look happy" Robb realised, smiling.

"You know... I think I might be", Katrina laughed, allowing herself to feel relief. "Oh I'll sleep good tonight!"

She relished at the thought of her bed, despite being at war for months and moving from camp to camp, her bed was always there for her.

"You can hit the hay as soon as we find Peter, my belt has broken, needs fixing bad" he pulled it from out of his cloak pocket to reveal the worn leather and broken buckle.

"You must have broken it because you're so fat" shrugged Katrina, teasing. A few men around her gasped, but a Robb simply laughed, it reminded her of Eddard's relationship with the King.

"Where is Peter anyway?"

Kat shrugged again, "Don't know, haven't seen him properly in a while... in fact I can't remember the last time I had a good chat with him... or anyone"

Katrina suddenly felt rather guilty, had she been spending too much time with the war and Robb than her family?

"You've been very busy Kat, as have they. If you had the time, they wouldn't"

That was true, Kat realised.

"Damn it where is Peter?"

"Excuse me, your Grace?"

Kat and Robb turned to see a young man approaching them. He definitely wasn't a Lord, didn't seem to be a soldier either with his lack of armour.

"Do you mean, Peter Fells? Your squire?"

"I do, you know where he is?"

"I do your grace, he's in your tent right now, bringing your dinner I believe"