Song of Ice and Fire

Chapter Eighteen

"Snow..." I whisper as I touch the white substance beneath me. The coldness spreads in my body and makes me shiver.

"Someone might believe that its your first time seeing it." He jokes and rolls his eyes.

"Well... yeah." I say ashamed and grin. "But I love it. It's white and so... pure."

"Winter is coming..." I whisper in a low voice as I sit on one of the chairs. In front of me is the whole hall. Mother is sitting near me, her cold gaze never leaving me. Next to me is Robb, who is looking at Theon, while they are whispering something to each other. But I can't listen to them, I can't pay attention to mother next to me... the only person visible for me is Jaime Lannister, kneeled in front of me, bruised and filthy.

He catches my glance and smirks. He nods a little to indicate greeting and I smile back at him offering a small wave, which isn't unnoticed.

"Lord Stark." Jaime greets Robb as well, just to get growls from others, saying that Robb is now King of The North. Jaime says nothing, just another smirk appears on his face. "Lady Stark." His eyes shifts to Catelyn, who looks at him with more hatred than she looks at me with. I smile at his irritating actions and he finally decides to avert his attention to me.

"Princess..." he greets me with genuine smile, which I gladly return. Everyone looks at us, suspicious and curious.

"Princess?" Theon mouthes at me angrily and I just shrug my shoulders.

"Oh... sorry." Jaime notices our small exchanges and announces loudly. "I didn't mean it that way, Greyjoy." He smirks and then looks at others in the hall.

I shake my head at his actions, but still say nothing. I act as if my mouth is sealed.

"I am happy you are able to joke with the... situation you are in." Catelyn coldly states and eyes the Lannister.

Jaime grunts and looks down in anger. His shoulders are trembling, indicating that if he was able, he would kill Catelyn without second thought.

"I suggest we kill him!" Lord Karstark says loudly and looks at him with hatred. "He killed two of my sons!"

"I thought you had only two..." Jaime smirks and chuckles. This causes chaos to erupt. Some wanted his death, some wanted him to be hang. Some wanted to torture him, while others wished to exchange him.

"They want to kill you." I whisper at Jaime, who is response only smiles. "Why aren't you worried?"

"Why should I?" He asks and smirks. "They need me alive... and in a good care. I am Lion after all." He whispers and looks down at his chained hands. "Taken down by she-wolf."

"Well, if it makes you feel better..." I start and smile kindly at him. "You weren't half-bad."

"Enough!" Robb declares and everyone stops. Each eye is plastered on him and he sighs, heavy crown on his head. "We will keep him. He is important prisoner, we can't lose."
When he says that I sigh in relive, happy that Lannister Jerk will see another sunrise. Lord Karstark leaves the hall, while mother approaches Robb. Everyone starts talking again and no one has time for me.

I smile at start making my way at the prisoner in front of me. I sit next to him on the floor and look around at the people, arguing.

"It's fine, somehow." He whispers loud enough so I can hear it. I look at him a bit confused. "I sit here, forgotten, looking at the people deciding my fate fighting like pigs do over some food." I chuckle at his remark and continue gazing them. He is right, they are funny.

"One, two, three... let's kill the king." I whisper in a low voice, but it seems to catch Jaime's attention.

"What?" He asks me confused and I look at him, uncomfortably.

"Nothing... it just came to my mind." I whisper and continue staring at others. Mother and Robb are fighting over something, with Theon and Big Jon standing next to them. Other Lords seem engrossed in their conversation, so no one notices me, being on the floor, next to the Kingslayer.

"What do you think?" Jaime looks at me suddenly. "What they should do to me?"

"Honestly?" He nods and I sigh. "I don't know... keeping you is really wise thing to do... but exchanging you... would bring our people back..."

"You mean, your sisters?" I nod and look down.

"Yeah..."

He opens his mouth to say something, but loud shout interrupts him.

"Lady Bianca!" Someone shouts loudly, causing everyone to look at me. I can imagine how interesting it would look to them. Sister of their king, sitting next to the enemy and gossiping like a small girl.

"What are you doing...?" Robb asks me in dangerously low voice. His eyes are piercing through me, but worse than him is Theon. He is glaring at me with anger and something I can't really name.

"Why I am not surprised." Catelyn adds in poisonous voice, surprising Jaime next to me. "That's a daughter of..." she stops herself, before she has slipped. I smile at her and shake my head.

"Bianca..." Theon tries to maintain his anger and not show it. "What... what are you doing there? Next to him?" I open my mouth to answer, but Catelyn's low 'whore' interrupts me. It was supposed to be inaudible, but I bet everyone has heard it.

"Remember..." mother Joana starts in tired voice and ruffles my hair gently. "We don't always get what we want. We aren't always excepted and we aren't always loved by people we love and care about."

My body starts shaking with anger at her remark. I struggle to stand up and Nightshade appears next to me to help me. Even Jaime gives me a hand to lean on, so I can push myself up. His emerald eyes are following my movements, full of worry and care. I glance at others, just to feel my heart clenching even more.
Robb is glaring at me with anger and shame, Theon is glaring at Jaime, then at me with so much anger and betrayal that it makes me feel guilty even though I have done nothing to be blamed of. While Catelyn... she is the worst. Her blue eyes are full of disgust and hate, shame and filth. My hazel clashes against her blue and I can feel tension rising in the air around us. Lords are coughing uncomfortably, trying to avoid me.

Nightshade is growling at everyone around me and not leaves my side. She is next to me, trying to calm me down with her gentle fur, but it has already been stroked.