The Lannister Wolf Series

Chapter 6

Evelyn stared at the tall blond Lannister in surprise. He had arrived rather unexpectedly and looked like he had followed her, expecting a fight. He was wearing a dark red leather outfit and even though his sword was not strapped to his waist, he had it in his hand, having grabbed it on his way out. His golden hair was slightly rumpled from running and he was panting slightly.

Theon rose to his feet and Jaime approached him, drawing his sword just slightly to frighten the boy. It worked and Theon stumbled back.

"You head to bed right this instant young man," Jaime growled.

Theon nodded vigorously before heading off into the night, back to his room. He didn't even think of taking a detour. The Kingslayer scared him. When Theon was gone and his footfalls were no longer heard, Jaime turned to the girl who had slowly stood up. Her cloak had fallen to the ground which was the first thing Jaime noticed.

Thrusting his sword into his belt, he reached down and picked up the cloak. He was just about to hold it out to her when he froze. Evelyn Stark stood before him in all her glory. Her black hair was slightly mussed up from the incident, a few extra wisps of black hair floating about her fair face. Her amber eyes staring up at him, shining in the moonlight. The pale moonlight reflected off her deep blue dress and off her pale white shoulders and neck which were now bare without her cloak.

Jaime realized he had been staring a little too long before he stepped forward, holding the cloak open for the girl. Evelyn stepped into it and he wrapped it around her shoulders gently.

"Thank you, Ser Jaime," the girl said softly, clipping the cloak back on, "Theon has never been like that before."
Jaime nodded, "Men do strange things when their minds are clouded by drink. He didn't harm you did he my lady?"

Evelyn shook her head, "No.... just scared me is all."
A smirk flashed onto the Lannister's face, "So the Wolf pup can be afraid of some things?"
Evelyn looked up at him and a fire flashed in her amber eyes, "Everyone is afraid of something Ser Jaime."
"Touché my lady," Jaime said, smirking, "You are quite right. I am not sure what I fear though."
"You will one day... or you might mistake it for anger," Evelyn remarked, "Sometimes instead of feeling fear, we feel anger because the fear is so great. When someone you love is in danger, that is naturally something you would fear but most of the time, we feel anger when someone we love is threatened because the fear is so great, it goes to our head before we realize what is wrong with our hearts."
Evelyn stopped and looked up at the Kingslayer to realize he was staring at her with wide green eyes and a slightly gaping mouth. Evelyn's cheeks warmed and she hoped Jaime would think it was just from the cold.

"Did I say something wrong?" she asked.

Jaime shook his head, "On the contrary my lady. I never thought of fear in that way... but now that you mention it, it makes sense."
Evelyn lifted her eyes to meet his and found that she couldn't help but admit that his eyes were beautiful.... In fact.... When he wasn't smirking cockily, he really was handsome.

Shaking the thoughts out of her head, the girl bowed her head, "Thank you again for saving me Ser Jaime.... If you'll excuse me, I should probably go back to my mother and Sansa."
Jaime nodded before holding out his arm, "Allow me to escort you this time my lady."
Evelyn smiled, and she and Jaime walked back into the banquet together. When Robb saw his sister reenter the room with the Kingslayer with her, his blue eyes at once darkened with fury.

Jaime didn't seem to notice this, or he chose to not acknowledge the dark look that Robb and now Ned Stark were giving him even across the whole room.

Turning to the woman at his side, Jaime bowed deeply, "Would you mind if I asked you for a dance Lady Evelyn?"
Evelyn seemed surprised by his request but after thinking it over, it was the least she could do after all he had done for her, "I don't believe I would Ser Jaime."
Smirking at the girl, Jaime held out his hand and taking her slender, pale hand into his, Jaime led her onto the dance floor. Evelyn could feel the eyes of all the Starks as well as Cersei on her and Jaime, but she decided to ignore them.

Jaime wrapped an arm around her waist and gently took her right hand in his left, leading her through the slow but gentle dance. They were about two minutes into the dance when Evelyn realized that her cloak was covered in snow and she was beginning to feel it through her dress, and she knew that the snow was probably freezing Jaime's hand. The moment she saw the Lannister try to stifle a shiver, she paused.

Reaching up, she unclipped the clip of her cloak and slowly removed her cloak. Jaime watched her with wide eyes and even though she looked lovely before him in the torch and candlelight, he couldn't help but remember how she had looked in the moonlight just moments before.

"Are you not uncomfortable?" he asked in a low voice, noticing the girl slightly tense.

Evelyn looked up at him and smiled, "I'm dancing with a member of the Kings guard. You're legendary. I cannot get more uncomfortable than that."
Jaime smirked at her, placing his hand on her waist in a slightly more direct fashion than he had before, causing the girl to gasp softly, "I make you uncomfortable?"

Evelyn pursed her lips together in thought as Jaime took her hand in his, "I don't believe I feel uncomfortable around you as a man but rather the figure and title surrounding you."

Jaime smiled at the girl in wonder, "Will you ever cease to amaze me Lady Evelyn?"
Evelyn felt her cheeks heat up and bowed her head, averting her eyes from his gaze to hide her blushing face, "I apologize."
Jaime shook his head, "Never apologize. I rather enjoy your company Lady Evelyn. It is refreshing and might I be so blunt, rather amusing."
Evelyn looked up at him and smirked, "well I can honestly say that I do not dislike your company so much Ser Jaime."
Jaime's eyes lit up and he smiled, bending his head to hover his face close to Evelyn's, "So I'm pleasant to be around?"
Evelyn eyed him suspiciously, "Why do I get the feeling you're about to use that against me?"
Jaime chuckled, his eyes lighting up with his laughter, "Lady Evelyn, you truly are something."
Trying to keep her blushing face down, Evelyn decided to say something to disguise her blush, "You should laugh more.... It suits you."

Jaime slowed his laughter to look down at the girl before him. He had begun to notice the many stares from unwanted eyes... and not all of them were from agitated twins or fathers. Not wanting Evelyn to have a similar encounter to the one earlier, Jaime pulled her closer to him as if trying to scare off the greedy male eyes. However, he knew that wasn't going to work so after the song ended, Jaime led the girl back to her seat next to Robb and helped the girl pull her cloak back on which had now dried off.

"Thank you, Ser Jaime," the girl said, smiling at him.

Robb gave the man a glare and also a quizzical look, but Jaime gave him a pointed look and Robb seemed to catch on to what was going on. Jaime held out his hand and Evelyn placed hers in his. Bowing over her hand, Jaime planted a warm kiss on her hand, looking at her from behind his blond locks.

"Be sure to head home with someone this time my lady."
Evelyn blushed and nodded, smiling, "Thank you again Ser Jaime."
letting his lips hover over the girl's lips for a spell, Jaime smiled before heading off, sure Robb would take care of his sister... but a part of him almost wished that decency and decorum didn't hold himself back from being the one to escort Evelyn.... Or to be in her presence longer and into the night.