Game of Changes ~Jaime Lannister~

Breathe

Bella sat in the hall for no more than 10 minutes before she got up and left to go outside to see her brother, Jon. When she found him he was talking to a man of short statue. She could only guess that he was young Tyrion Lannister. If she had to pick one Lannister to sit and talk with it would have to be him. Simply because he was probably the most well read and would actually entice intelligent conversations, not to mention he has travel one of the many advantages to being a male. If she started a list as to how many reasons why men were so lucky she would turn into an old maid.

"Ah, Arabella, what brings you out here? You should be inside with father and the rest," her brother states looking over at her. His companion gives her an once over.

"Young Arabella, what they say is true. Your beauty is truly hidden in the north. Now I've also heard many other tales, but I doubt they hold a candle to what I see before me," the short man states.

"Well Lord Tyrion, I have heard much of your wisdom, and I truly hope that while you are here you will shine some upon my family and myself. Though it fall be on deaf ears for my brothers," she tells him with a smile.

"Well I will gladly take you up on that offer, though I'm sure there isn't many books up here," he tells her.

"There are plenty, though if I may they all tend to repeat the other after so many books," she informs.

"I also heard that you knew your way around a sword," the dwarf questions.

"I prefer a bow, but swords are better for close range," her smile never falters.

"I bet you could best my older brother, with no problems at all," he states.

"I wouldn't say that-," she's interrupted.

"Now brother, while I know the stories of this young maiden's skills and beauty. I doubt she can hold a candle to my swordsmen skills," a voice enters from behind. Bella's body goes stiff and proper knowing whom exactly is behind her.

"Dear brother, I think she can give you a run for your money, and while I would love nothing more than to watch you beat I am sure the young woman here wouldn't engage in combat with you unless other wise provoked," he tells Jaime.

Jaime comes closer into the light so he can be seen by all outside nearly almost in Bella's personal space. Bella can't help but to notice how truly handsome the King's guard looked even outside in his off duty attire. His blonde hair looked like gold, and his blue eyes like sapphires, so open and yet dark like they have seen the terrors of the world. It was at this moment when Arabella Alys Stark was glad her twin was outside and not her brother Robb or his imbecilic of a lackey. Joh wouldn't have said anything to embarrass her unlike the others would.

"Isn't that right, Bella," her brother speaks.

"Joh, you're not bragging on little tiny me, are you," She questions her brother with a slight chuckle.

"Just telling the truth little one," he tells her his eyes with a mischievous look upon then.

"Well at that note, dear brother, I shall take my leave. Lord Tyrion do you wish to join me back to the hall," she questions the shorter man, hoping to get in some words with him prior to her retreat to the to her room for the rest of the evening.

"While I would be the luckiest man in the room, I must decline, I wish to have a few more words with your bastard of a brother, maybe my brother should accompany you, as it would a terrible fate worse than death if you reentered the Hall without an escort," Lord Tyrion tells her letting his words do the work of getting his brother alone with the northern beauty, and in another way, away from their sister's claws.