"It would appear that Ser Jaime has indeed made a terrible mistake." Robert said, indicating for one of his men to release the lady that was currently scowling at a confused Jaime.

"Mistake sire? This man that you jokingly call a Kingsguard attacked me from nowhere, bundled me up, knocked me unconscious, then the next thing I know I am being dragged unceremoniously through the Red Keep and in front of you noble lords." (Y/n) explained, feeling slightly amused at the glare which Tywin was sending in his son's direction.

"May I ask why you were in Kingswood given that this Hood seems to have currently made it his home?" Robert asked, as he brought his goblet to his lips, desperately trying to hide his smirk.

"My lord, I was out making one of my frequent visits to the villages in the Kingswood, I go there often with bread and things for the children, I am well known to all the small folk there and see little reason to fear this so called Hood; firstly I have nothing to offer in the way of goods or money, and secondly, as you and the lords Lannister are aware, I am quite capable of looking after myself, even against a bandit and his men, though I am sure that Ser Jaime doubts that." (Y/n) told Robert, who chuckled as he looked at the defiant woman and the golden lion that was now even more confused than ever.

"Of course, lady (Y/n), I would expect nothing less from you than your concern for the small folk; and I am more than aware that you are quite capable of looking after yourself. I will apologise to you on Ser Jaime's behalf for his mistake, and will have you returned to your home straight away." Robert told her, a smirk on his face as he once again saw (Y/n) glare at Jaime.

"Thank you, your majesty, as always you are too kind; and as long as it is not Ser Jaime escorting me home I would be grateful, I think I've had all I can take of him for one day." (Y/n) said with a polite curtsy as one of the bannermen gestured for the lady to follow.

"Well, Ser Jaime, it would appear that this Hood has outmanoeuvred you; maybe this simple bandit is slightly more intelligent than we thought. Maybe you should go and consider a different tactic." Robert said, trying not to laugh, the confused look still lingered on Jaime's face, as he turned to leave the Great Hall.

"You still don't know who that was do you?" Tyrion asked as he finally caught up with his brother.

"Of all the people, it had to be her." Tyrion chuckled, as Jaime stopped in his tracks and looked down at his younger brother.

"Do you remember, some time ago, Robert informed you and the rest of the Kingsguard that there would be someone new joining your ranks, and that someone would be lady (Y/n) Fell of Felwood. You out of all of the Kingsguards protested the loudest, and despite the fact that Robert was confident in her abilities, he finally decided to listen to you, and told the good lady that she could not become what she had trained for all her life; a fact that I must say has made (Y/n) slightly bitter towards you in particular." Tyrion told Jaime, as finally he remembered how he had pushed for the woman not to be included as a Kingsguard.

"You mean, that was her?" Jaime asked, as he looked up to her disappearing figure in the distance.

"Indeed, and I think we have just found the one woman in the whole of the Seven Kingdoms that can't the stand the sight of you." Tyrion said shaking his head as he remembered his friend's disappointment at the news she could not become the one thing she always wished for.

Unlike Jaime, Tyrion knew (Y/n) well, she was Lord Fell's only child and despite her gender her father had always believed that she could achieve her goal of being a Kingsguard; from the moment she was old enough, she had been taught the sword and the bow, she was an exceptional horsewoman, her abilities with the staff were unrivalled, and if she had been a man, Tyrion was sure that his brother would not have had an issue with the heir to the House Feel joining the ranks of the Kingsguard.

Tyrion had spoken on her behalf when Jaime had protested, and even their father had strangely believed that this particular lady could be a good inclusion when it came to protecting the King and the royal family; but despite their support, Robert had chosen to ignore his Hand, and denied the fair lady her place.

"You know, if (Y/n) were the Hood, which I am not saying she is of course, it will take more than you to catch her. (Y/n) is far too intelligent, and far too cunning to be stopped by some simple trick or sudden incursion into the woods; she would have everything planned out in detail, and given her closeness to the small folk of the Kingswood, I'm sure that her intelligence network could rival that of Varys. If you want to prove to father and Robert that you weren't mistaken, you are going to have to take a very different tack." Tyrion said, placing a reassuring hand on his brother's arm.

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"My lady, there is someone in the hall to see you." A servant called out to (Y/n) as she practiced in the small training arena.

"Very good. Thank you Visalis, I will probably wish to continue later." (Y/n) told her sparring partner, the man bowing deeply as he left (Y/n) to clean herself up.

"Who's here to see me, Maecy?" (Y/n) asked, as she wiped the sweat from her brow, the warm morning sun beating down on the sandy arena.

"It's Ser Jaime Lannister, my lady; and he looks so handsome." The young handmaiden giggled, as (Y/n) shook her head.

"All peacocks look handsome, Maecy, but underneath all that finery is just another scrawny bird that's good for nothing." (Y/n) said, as she followed the woman inside.

Maecy stopped her lady as they got to the large door to the hall, turning around to make sure that (Y/n) at least looked respectable.

"You should try and look your best my lady, I'm sure that Ser Jaime does not call on a lady every day." Maecy said, trying desperately to push the stray strands of hair behind (Y/n)'s ears, as (Y/n) pushed her hands away.

"I have no intention whatsoever of looking my best for that oaf; he can take me as he finds me, this is my home, and if he doesn't like it, he can scurry off back to Kings Landing." (Y/n) said defiantly as she pushed open the doors to the hall and walked inside.

"Good morning Ser Jaime, and to what do I owe the dubious honour of having you call on me this fine day?" (Y/n) asked, as Jaime turned around, staring at her as she brushed her damp hair back over her head.

"I beg your forgiveness my lady, I did not know that I would be interrupting anything." Jaime said, finding himself becoming more and more intrigued by the woman that had just slumped down in a chair in front of him, unceremoniously kicking off her dirty boots, not seeming to give a damn about Jaime's reputation, or who he was. He hadn't really had the opportunity to fully appreciate the woman before him when she had been berating him in front of the King, but now that he was here he could fully appreciate that she was not only highly skilled, but also an incredible beauty, and that despite that fact that she was sweaty and dirty from her practice, she was still stunning beyond words.

"Believe me Ser Jaime, you would always be interrupting me. Now, why are you here?" (Y/n) scoffed, as Jaime began to feel a little uncomfortable under her gaze.

He didn't know what it was, normally he would be the confident one in any given situation, normally he would be the one commanding the scene, all eyes on him; but in this case it was definitely the lady that was in charge.

"I have come to apologise. Tyrion told me that it was you that was to become a Kingsguard, and because of me you didn't; I have come to admit that I made a mistake." Jaime said, taking a seat across from (Y/n) who chuckled softly.

"Too little, too late I am afraid; and just out of interest who made you come here, your father, brother....... the King? And do I also get an apology for the other day, for being manhandled and accused of being an outlaw?" (Y/n) asked, smiling as suddenly Jaime seemed to make a stand.

"I came here because I believed that it was the right thing to do, from what Tyrion has told me about you, I realise that I made a mistake about you becoming a Kingsguard; but as far as you being wrongly accused of being The Hood, I know that I did not make mistake, I know that you are the outlaw." Jaime said, as (Y/n) got to her feet and drew up close enough to him that the two were nearly nose to nose.

"You come to my home under the pretence of apologising, but then in the same breath you accuse me of being a criminal, something for which you have no proof. If you really believe that I am this Hood, may I suggest that you prove it, Kingslayer; until then, I would like you to leave my home." (Y/n) growled, as the Kingsguard and the lady glared at one another.

As Jaime turned to make his way from the hall, (Y/n) called out. "Oh, and from what I know of the Hood, it will take more than the likes of you to catch them. KINGSLAYER!"

Jaime mounted his horse, taking a look up at the great house before he turned to leave; one way or another he was going to prove that this Lady Fell was the Hood, one way or another, the lion was going to have the last word.