wolf boy || robb stark

eleven.

'THE NORTH REMEMBERS, BUT SO DOES ELLIE LANNISTER'

The days felt endless, and blurred together as if time hadn't existed. The two Lannister siblings have been dragged to camp to camp, alongside Robb Stark. Ellie stared over at her brother, as the dirt, blood and sweat has stained their skin. She couldn't figure what was worse, the impending death, or the boredom. Or maybe it was hearing her brother's snarky commentary throughout the while, that caused her to want this death sooner, rather than hear anymore of it. She had thought a lot, whilst being a prisoner for the Starks. She saw where they were coming from with holding them, and not only that, but she actually agreed with most of their ideology. Joffrey, was a terrible king, and a more horrible person. Her family, she seemed to not recognize even more now, knowing the things she's found out the past however long she had been in this misery. Of her father's horrid treatment of Tyrion, and her brother shoving the young Stark boy out of the window. She was more ashamed every passing moment, to be a Lannister. Honestly, she'd see more reason to stay in the North, than to return. "Would you like to play a game, dear sister?" Jaime spoke up, with a groggy voice.

"No." She snapped, rolling her eyes and growing exhausted from his constant jabbering.

"Oh, what? Tired of me already?" He continued on.

"I'm tired of hearing you talk." She commented back, leaning her head back, in defeat, as she knew he would just keep talking anyways. Jaime did what he pleased, no matter what anyone said.

"Now, I'm not the one who tied you up like a dog, why're you angry with me?" He continued.

"Why would you push the Stark boy?" She snapped, again, looking at him, finally. His jaw tightened a little, feeling uneasy with the question. "Jaime?"

"Is that really what you're so bothered by? The boy lived, move on." He sighed, now wishing he hadn't spoke in the first place.

"It doesn't matter that he lived or died. What matters is you pushed him, and I'd like to know why exactly you did that." She kept going, now ready to talk, as they seemed to have all the time in the world. But Jaime sat quiet, knowing it was slightly embarrassing, the reason. "What? All your mouth does is move, and now all of a sudden, it seems stuck?" She mocked.

"Watch it, El." He snapped back.

"Does it maybe have something to do with Cersei?" She finally said, figuring this was her chance. "Did the boy witness something he wasn't suppose to?" She rose an eyebrow.

"I said watch your tongue." He snapped again.

"You think we don't know the rumors, brother? You think handmaids and the court don't gossip? God, you two make it so obvious, I mean, how in the seven hell's would we not know—?"

"I said shut up if you know what's good for you!" He shouted, now, causing a few of the men to look over at them, wondering what they could be arguing about.

"Could one of you just kill me now?" She shouted out to them, irritated. "I'd rather die here then return back to my family!"

"You are such a child." Jaime commented with a judging smirk across his lips. "Father was right, you weren't ready for war, and yet, I insisted her bring you along. Now look at you."

"Oh, please, you got yourself caught as well, so don't you dare start with me!" She yelled to him. Typical sibling fights, except she had never fought with Jaime before, it was usually Cersei and her, who bickered most. Before Jaime could chime in with retaliation, a voice powered above both of them. Ellie looked up, to see Robb Stark standing above her.

"What seems to be the problem?" He asked, mostly concerned considering the men had come to him when the arguing first began, indicating they may bring upon more issues within the camp, than necessary.

"Oh look, the King in the North." Jaime mocked. "Tell me, have you grown fond of us? Is that why you've kept us along for the ride? I mean, if you want my sister, all you have to do is ask." Jaime smirked, winking over at Ellie.

"Is there anyway, I could be moved? If I have to hear his constant pointless small talk much longer, I may find a way to end my own life before you're able to." She scoffed, really needing away from anyone with the last name Lannister.

"This is what you called me for?" Robb looked to the man beside him, who shrugged.

"Seemed more urgent, from what I heard." The man sighed, worried for he bothered the king in the north. Robb let out a sigh, and decided to take this opportunity to inform them of what he now knows.

"Stannis Baratheon has sent ravens. Joffrey Baratheon is neither a true king, nor a true Baratheon. He's your bastard son." Robb decided to inform Jaime, as he looked to him. "My father learned the truth. That's why you had him executed."

"Of course, Stannis would send that after the King was dead. Seems pretty beneficial, being he'd get the crown." Jaime scoffed. "I was actually your prisoner when Ned Stark lost his head." Jaime re-informed him.

"Your son killed him. And you pushed my brother from a window because he saw you and your twin sister." Robb continued on. "I'm sending one of your cousins down to King's Landing with my peace terms." He then began to turn from them.

"Lord Stark," Ellie began, as he looked back down to her. "May I speak with you? In private, away from my brother?" She asked him, practically pleading.

"What for?" He questioned, confused, staring down at the once beautiful girl, who sat, covered in dirt and mud, and blood.

"If you really want to know, let me speak in private."