the little wolf // Game Of Thrones

thirteen

LYANNA AND JAIME HAD BEEN TRAVELLING FOR A NUMBER OF DAYS. THEY HAD TO LEAVE THEIR HORSES TO GO DOWN THE RIVER ON A CANOE.

Jaime got out of the canoe, quickly followed by Lyanna, who tugged on the rope tied around his chains. "I've heard so many stories about you/" Jaime snickered. "Winterfell's Assassin. The Killer." Lyanna and Jaime got out of a field and started to walk on a road. "You must have been a challenge. Boys like a challenge. One or two must have tried to get inside sweet Lya."

"One or two tried." Lyanna sighed as the cold air hit her.

"Ah." Jaime turned to her and smirked. "But you fought them off." She slightly pushed him forward. "But maybe you wished one of them could overpower you, fling you down, tear off your clothes." Jaime carried on mocking. "Did Renly?" He looked at her again, and Lyanna didn't answer. "He did! Who'd have thought he'd have it in him?"

"Walk." Lyanna ordered, completely ignoring him.

"None of the other men were strong enough." For the third time, he looked back at Lyanna, this time winking. "I'm strong enough."

"Not interested." She reassured him.

"Of course you are." Jaime and Lyanna were now walking side by side. "Now Renly, the poor bastard, always rathered the Knights, but with me, you'd know what it feels like to be a woman."

Before Lyanna could reply to him, the pair of them stopped as they saw three women hanging from a tree. Lyanna's heart instantly broke.

"Ah." Jaime began reading the note left on one. "They lay with lions. Tavern girls, I'd say." They began walking slowly towards them. "Probably served my father's soldiers. Maybe one of them gave up a kiss and a feel. That's how they earned this. The glorious work of the Northern freedom fighters." He looked at Lyanna. "Must make you proud to be a Northern."

Lyanna grabbed a tight grip on the rope, pushing Jaime towards a tree. She tied the rope around the tree, so he couldn't escape. "What are you doing?" He asked.

"Burying them." She told him, tying a knot.

"We shouldn't stay here." He advised. "We should get back on the river."

Lyanna walked over to the rope that was keeping the women hanged. "I didn't leave it here." Jaime and Lyanna both looked straight ahead of them as they heard voices. "I had me dagger."

"Untie me. Now!" Jaime demanded.

"I gave it to you to cut the rope, and now I don't have me dagger no more."

Lyanna started to walk towards Jaime as the three men approached. "Whoa." One exclaimed as he noticed Lyanna. "What's your business here?"

"Travelling a prisoner." Lyanna shouted over to them, with her hand on the tip of her sword.

As all three men laugh, the anger builds up inside Lyanna. "You're a woman."

"A woman!" She rolled her eyes at the statement. "Well, fuck me."

Lyanna doesn't turn, but she can feel Jaime staring at her. "If you're quite finished..." All three of the men interrupt her as the laughter gets louder. "All right, we'll be going." She turns to walk over to Jaime.

"Whoa. Whoa!" One of them shouted at her, as the trio walked over to her. "Who do you fight for?"

"The Starks." She tells them as she unties the knot.

"What he do?" One of the other men looks at Jaime.

Jaime and Lyanna both look at one another, unsure what to say. "Apparently, eating is a crime now." Jaime spoke with a strange accent. "Who knew?"

"No." Lyanna tries to steady her voice. "Stealing is a crime."

"Where are you taking him?" The middle man asked, as he looked between Lyanna and Jaime.

"To Riverrun." She lied.

"Why Riverrun?" He stepped closer to them.

"Steal from the Tullys, it's their dungeons you rot in." Lyanna thinks of Catelyn, and what kind of trouble she is in with Robb.

"My Lady." He says as he stands right beside Lyanna, looking her over. "You look very familiar." He then turned to Jaime. "Do I know you?"

"I must have one of those faces." Lyanna chucked out of nerves. She finally gets Jaime out of the knot and started to walk with him, the other way.

"What do you think of these beauties?" The man asked, and Lyanna turned back to him.

"I hope you gave them quick deaths." She took a quick glance up to the poor women.
"Two of them, we did." He smirked.

"Wait." One of the other men ordered. Jaime and Lyanna stop walking. "I could recognise those scars anywhere." Lyanna's heart began beating too quickly. "You're Lyanna Snow, King Robb's treasonous bastard sister." He then pointed to Jaime. "That's Jaime Lannister. The Kingslayer."

"I wish someone had told me." Jaime joked. "I wouldn't have had to steal a pig."

"I have a question for you both." He pointed at the pair of them. "And I want you to answer it at the same time. I count to three, you both answer. What's his name?" All the men are now looking at Jaime. "One..." Oh, they are so fucked. "Two..." Jaime looked at Lyanna and smirked. "Three..."

Lyanna pushed Jaime to the ground and drew her sword, slicing one of the men's throat. "Ah!" She ran to the second man and stabbed him in the stomach. He fell to the ground. The third man came behind her, but she kicked him, quickly turning and slicing his throat just like the first man. She turned around and made her way over to the third man, lying on the ground, bleeding to death. Putting her sword back in it's holster, she drew her dagger. "Two quick deaths." She looked down at him and smirked. He pleaded with her not to hurt him. She grabbed the dagger and pierced it through his groin. She pushed it further in as she watched the life go out of him. As he died, she took the dagger out of him, looking around at the three dead men.

"Those were Stark men." Jaime said as he stood beside her.

"I'm not a Stark." She looked up at him. "They killed innocents, they deserved to die." She stood up, walking towards the rope. She looked back at Jaime. "Stay!" She raised her dagger and cut through the rope. All three women fell to the ground.