Kingslayer

Waking Up

Three days later and Jaime was still lying on the floor in Kyra's tent. His breathing had regulated but he still hadn't opened his eyes. Kyra had been beside him in her waking hours, four guards always in the room.
The flap of the tent opened and Robb walked in.
"How is he doing?"
"Better," Kyra replied. "His breathing is OK. But his fever is still lingering and he hasn't regained consciousness."
"OK, what do we do with him when he has?"
"I know that eventually he'll have to be returned to his cell. But for now until he's fine, he needs to be in the warmth. Have guards on him, chain him loosely if you must, but he must be warm and must be fed regularly. He needs to regain his strength first. But I think he will definetely live. You'll still have your hostage meaning you won't have Tywin's armies bearing down on you and Jaime's death won't be on your head."
"OK. You know, Kyra, when I first met you which was less than a week ago, I thought you could be defeatist, that you would crumble into nothing. But now I've seen you in your element, I've seen you for what you live for. Men like Jaime Lannister and I, we live for fighting. When we have swords in our hands nothing else matters. As much as I hate the man, I have to respect him for his skills. The man can fight above everything else, I can't deny him that. Everyone has that one thing that they live for. This is yours. Helping others. It's a good one. Keep going Kyra. You're doing a good job." Kyra smiled up at the Young Wolf.

Robb walked back into his own tent. Sitting there was his mother, Catelyn.
"Where have you been?" She asked him. She often worried about her son. He could get into fights and scrapes and traipse back with all manner of cuts and bruises.
"Checking in on Kyra and the Kingslayer."
"Oh yes, how is our prisoner?" Catelyn asked hesitantly.
"He's making progress. Kyra says he'll live." Catelyn breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank God."

Another five days and Kyra sat by Jaime as she always did. She had his hand in hers, the easiest way of getting a response if he came round. She checked the cold cloth over his forehead. Then she heard a cough. She turned to the guards.
"Was that you?" Each of them shook thier heads. Then she felt it. The squeeze she'd been waiting a week for. She turned to the man on the floor. His eyes fluttered open and he groaned.
"He's awake. Get Robb." One guard left and the other three crowded closer to Jaime. "Get back. He's not going anywhere." They took about three steps back. They were so paranoid.
Robb was soon back in the tent. He saw the Kingslayer breathing heavily. Awake, alive, but unable to move.
"Well done Kyra. We have a tent prepared for him. Lannister, can you hear me? Kingslayer?" Jaime grunted. He used the floor to help him stand up, but slid back down again. Kyra rushed to his side. She supported him and lay him back down.
"Not now Jaime. You're weak."
"Lannister, listen to me." Jaime bent his head to look at Robb. It hurt. Robb knew he was hearing what he was saying. "Until you're recovered you will be allowed to stay in a tent. You will be very heavily guarded and chained. Once you are recovered you will be returned to your cell." Robb turned to leave. "Oh, and Lannister?" Jaime groaned. "Don't do that again." Robb lifted up the flap and disappeared.
"W...wat..." Jaime was mumbling.
"What's that Jaime? Water? Can we get him some water?" Kyra barked at the guards. One of them went and got it. Kyra slid one hand under Jaime's head and supported him as she tipped the water into his mouth with the other one. He started choking on it because he gulped down too much at once. "Take it easy Jaime. These men will take you to your tent." She stood up and went over to one of the guards.
"Take him to his tent. Keep him there whatever way you want but if you have to bind him you need to do it loosely enough. Get a fire going in there and give him food and water. I'll check on him later. Be gentle. It's not his fault he's got ill." The guards descended on Jaime and pulled him up. Propped between two of them Jaime and his escort made their way four tents down from Kyra's. He glanced over and saw the empty cell with the collar and manacles still in there. His stomach turned when he knew he'd have to go back there.
He was brought into the tent. There was a couple of blankets in a corner and there was a small fire in the middle. The guards lit it as per Kyra's instructions. Jaime was pushed into the corner and told to sit down. Jaime had a manacle attached to his ankle and the other end tied around one of the posts. His wrists were also shackled, loosely enough that they weren't rubbing but tight enough that they weren't coming off.
Kyra sat beside Jaime.
"How are you doing?" She asked him. This man had more to him than met the eye.
"Ok. I'm sorry you had to get mixed up in all of this. Tell me about you. I'm so bored and alone. It's good to have someone to finally talk to." Would Kyra tell him the truth? She wasn't sure. She decided not to.
"My father defied your father. I don't know how, he never said. But Lord Tywin, in order for forgiveness, needed my father to offer him something. My fathers not a wealthy man. And the only thing he had of true value to give was me. So he offered me to Tywin and he accepted. That's how I became a medic for the Lannisters." Jaime listened intently. Trust his father to need something valuable.
"And did you like working for my family." Kyra continued the lies.
"Yes."