The next few days went by slowly. After getting so injured, I spent the days either reading or walking around the camp. I was still in pain, but I knew that staying in my tent all day would make my injuries heal slower. Theon was a great help, too.

There was some excitement, though. Yesterday, Robb received a letter from Stannis Baratheon, saying that Cersei's children were bastards conceived of incest. How he knew that, I had no idea, but I believed him. How could I not?

But the main form of entertainment I got was with Jaime Lannister. I would sit at a distance from him, watching him sit there, imprisoned and trying to entertain himself. I would give him dirty looks, and when he would see me, he'd roll his eyes and look away. He was starting to grow a beard, and he got progressively uglier the longer he sat in that cell. He was rotting away.

Today, I gathered up the courage to visit him. Theon was with Robb, so I didn't have to worry about him trying to stop me. I put down my book and stood up, ignoring the pain. I didn't even groan this time.

As I walked towards the Kingslayer's heavily guarded cage, I smirked. This was going to be fun. I was excited to see what he had to say to me.

"What do you think you're doing, girl?" one of the guards asked, crossing his arms. This caught all the other guards' attentions.

I was prepared for this. I grinned and twirled a piece of my hair around in my fingers. I had chosen to wear a somewhat revealing outfit, just for now.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, sers," I said seductively, leaning forward to show more cleavage. They were all falling for my act - I could see it in their eyes. "My brother told me to give a message to the Kingslayer."

Jaime heard his name and looked up. He saw me, and his lips split into a grimace. I ignored him and looked at the guards, batting my eyelids.

"Aren't you the girl that's in love with Robb?" one of the other guards asked with a slightly amused smile on his face. I rolled my eyes, dropping the act immediately. The guards chuckled.

"Go on in, girl," the first guard said, stepping aside. "We'll tell Robb where you are." This caused more snickers from the men.

I ignored them and walked into the cage. Jaime's eyes were on me the whole time. He stared me down as I walked closer. He was so helpless now; it was hilarious. The powerful Kingslayer, captured and sitting in a pile of his own shit.

"You used to tremble when you saw me," the Lannister drawled. "You used to-"

"Shut up," I said harshly, kicking him. He grimaced, but other than that, he didn't show any pain. After a second, he let out a soft chuckle.

"Why should I?" he asked. "Are you getting scared again?"

"Who in their right mind wouldn't be scared when faced with a man who stabbed his own king in the back?" I snapped, crossing my arms stubbornly. "Who in their right mind would trust you now?"

Jaime's expression didn't change. "If I'm so untrustworthy, then why are you here?"

I thought about that for a while. Why was I here? Because I hated him? I shook my head and crouched down to be at his eye level.

"Did your sister want to be fucked?" I questioned sarcastically. "Or did you force her into it?"

This time, Jaime's expression became one of true confusion. For a second, I believed him, but then, I realized that I couldn't trust him.

"What are you talking about?" Jaime asked. "You're too smart to believe those rumors."

I looked down, sighing. He was manipulative, I'd give him that. "Jaime," I said, moving my head up to look him in the eyes. "Did you push Bran from that tower?"

Jaime's eyes met mine, but I couldn't read the emotion in them. He had beautiful, blue eyes that... fuck. I shook my head to get rid of those impure thoughts.

"What happened to Bran was a tragic accident," Jaime responded, his eyes moving to look down at the ground. Within a second, his eyes were back on me. "You believe me to be guilty of this crime? What motive would I have?"

"Maybe the fact that you were fucking her?" I snapped, not caring how I sounded. "Maybe you were afraid of people finding out that you're the father of all of Cersei's children." I glared at him.

Jaime let out a gruff laugh. "Wouldn't that be convenient for Stannis? Then, he would be next in line."

I opened my mouth to answer him when I heard a loud shout. I spun around, away from Jaime, to see Theon shaking out his hand. One of the guards was doubled over in pain. I turned back to Jaime, spit in his face once, and ran out of there.

As soon as I reached him, Theon grabbed my wrist harshly. He didn't say a word, but I knew how angry he was. He pulled me into his tent, then shoved me backwards.

I gasped and clutched my stomach. "Theon, I'm hurt!" The shove didn't actually hurt that badly, but it very well could have. So, I played it up a little.

"What were you thinking?" Theon shouted, clenching his fists. "Robb's right! You're too reckless! Think with your head before you make stupid decisions!"

My eyes narrowed, and my own fists clenched. "You're talking to me about stupid decisions? Which one of us just punched a guard?"

"Which one of us just tried to seduce one?" Theon shot back.

I shook my head and started to walk away. Theon quickly grabbed my wrist again and pulled me back into the tent. I rolled my eyes and yanked my wrist away.

"I'm worried about you!" Theon yelled. He quickly lowered his voice after a short breath. "Allison, listen to me. You almost died in battle. Please, I beg of you, take a break."

I looked into my brother's eyes. "Take a break?" My eyes narrowed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means..." Theon sighed. He put a hand on my shoulder and lowered his voice even more, now to a whisper. "I'm afraid we're going to have to do something. Just the two of us." He pulled his hand away. "I can't explain it until I know for sure."

I glared at him. "So, you're keeping even more secrets from me?" I shook my head, walking out of the tent. This time, Theon didn't try to stop me. I heard him sigh, but I didn't turn around. Instead, I headed back to my own tent to read more Lannister history.

Not even five minutes later, Theon came in again. I opened my mouth to reprimand him, but he shook his head.

"Robb's discussing the peace treaty," he told me. "I thought you'd want to hear it."

I quickly got up and groaned in pain. I kept forgetting about my injury. I was able to walk now, though, obviously. So, I let Theon lead me to the meeting tent where Robb and his bannermen leaders were. There was another boy that I didn't recognize, but he had the same color hair as Jaime.

"That's Alton Lannister," Theon whispered. "He was another captive in the battle."

"You will ride to King's Landing and give the King and the Queen Regent these peace terms," Robb demanded, handing Alton the piece of paper he'd been holding. "First, Arya and Sansa must be released. Second, my father's bones as well as the bones of anyone else who died in his service must be returned to me." His eyes grew sad when he said this, but his voice was strong. I knew he was being strong for his men.

"An honorable request, Your Grace," Alton said softly. It was weird to hear someone calling Robb "Your Grace."

"Finally," Robb continued. "From this day until its last day, the North is an independent kingdom. The King and the Queen Regent must renounce all their claims to the North."

There was silence in the tent. That is, until Alton broke it. "Your Grace, I... these are..."

"These are my terms," Robb interrupted him, speaking loudly and in a firm tone. "If Joffrey disregards these terms and sets foot in our lands again, he will suffer the same fate as my father, only I don't need a servant to do my beheading for me."

Robb paused for dramatic effect. For a moment, it was completely silent in the tent. Everyone was staring between Robb and Alton.

"If they accept these terms, I will give them peace," Robb said after a moment. "If not, I will litter the South with Lannister blood."

Alton nodded fearfully. He bowed to Robb and left the tent without a word. Some of Robb's bannermen followed him, presumably to make sure he would get the message to King's Landing.

"That's all for tonight," Robb announced, standing up from where he sat. The other bannermen exited the tent, but Theon stayed. So did I.

"I must discuss something privately with Robb," he told me gently. "Go back to your tent. It's getting late."

I glared at him. "Like hell I will! Let me talk with you two."

"I thought you were avoiding Robb," Theon argued, crossing his arms. "This is a private matter."

I was about to make a sarcastic comment back to him, but I closed my mouth. I had a better idea. I stormed away, but I stood right outside of the tent. I wanted to hear what Theon said to Robb.

After a few seconds, I started to hear their voices. They were soft, but I could make out what they were saying.

"A word, Your Grace?" my brother asked.

A sigh could be heard, probably coming from Robb. "You don't have to call me that when nobody's around."

"It's not so bad," Theon replied, "once you get used to it."

"I'm glad someone has gotten used to it."

Now, another sigh was heard, probably from Theon. "The Lannisters are going to reject your terms."

"Of course they will," Robb agreed, then sighed. "What am I supposed to do?"

"Take King's Landing," Theon answered. Then, there was silence. I shifted closer to try and hear better.

"I know what you're thinking," my brother continued. "You don't have the resources. You need ships." A dramatic pause ensued. "My father has two hundred ships."

"Your father fought mine." Robb was right about that. What was Theon thinking? Asking for ships?

"Your father fought for the independence of his kingdom," Theon replied. "That's the same thing you're doing right now." After another small pause, Theon spoke again. "I'm his only living son. I'm his heir. He'll listen to me - I know he will."

"And what of Allison?" Robb asked. Hearing my name off his lips made my heart skip a beat. I shook it off and strained to listen. Their voices were getting quieter. They were moving to the other side of the tent.

"She'll come with me, of course," Theon said.

"Does she want to?"

"She'll understand."

I crossed my arms and walked away, rolling my eyes. I went back to my tent and considered what I'd just heard.

Theon was an idiot; that much was obvious. I doubted our father would support Robb in the war. It was a terrible idea, and now, I couldn't stop thinking about it. If Robb got the ships he needed, he could take King's Landing. Once he took the capitol, he could overthrow Joffrey and rule the seven kingdoms.

It was a good idea, not a bad one. The only problem was the fact that my father would never agree to it. I knew him better than Theon did. He wouldn't support Robb's rebellion, no matter what.

But if he could be convinced, then it would be a massive victory for Robb. Right now, the risk seemed worth the possible reward.

I was about to drift off to sleep when Theon came in. I sat up immediately. "Theon, I don't know about this."

"So, I was right," Theon said, crossing his arms. "You were spying on us."

"Not spying," I denied. "Just... listening." I looked down, smiling slightly. How did he know that I'd heard them?

Theon scoffed. "It doesn't matter. We're leaving tomorrow morning. Pack your things tonight." He was about to leave, but then, he turned around. He took a deep breath before asking another question.

"Did Father ever... mention me?" Theon asked, his voice barely above a whisper. I looked into my brother's eyes, and what I saw was pure sadness.

"He did," I replied, looking down. "But not as much as I did. Whenever I talked about you, he..." I looked back at up him. "He told me to forget about you."

Theon let out the breath he'd been holding. He ran a hand through his hair and looked down. I saw the disappointment in his face. My heart almost broke. I knew how much Theon had wanted- no, needed- that validation, but I had to be honest with him.

"I'm sorry, Theon," I whispered, looking into his piercing blue eyes that were filled with sorrow. "I'm really sorry."

Theon didn't respond. He simply hung his head, staring at the ground, and walked out of the tent. I sighed and flopped back onto my pillow.

I felt immensely bad for Theon. He had been sent to the Starks at only eight years old, and he hadn't seen his father since then. To hear me say Balon had told us to forget about him must have been heartbreaking, and for a moment, I wished I'd lied to him.

I closed my eyes. I was exhausted. I couldn't pack tonight like Theon told me to; I was far too tired. I would pack in the morning.

When I finally fell asleep, my dreams were filled with rough seas and krakens sinking our ships. I tossed and turned, but I never woke up. I'd always been a heavy sleeper.

Looking back, maybe I shouldn't have ever woken up.