"Damn him," you cursed under your breath. Robb had sent you out yet again to spy on the Lannisters only this time, you'd been caught. By none other than Jaime Lannister himself. "Well, well. A wolf spy? You're very bold," his sweet and calming voice was more frightening to you than if he were yelling or threatening. "I did as I was ordered," you said. You cursed your voice for wavering.

"The Young Wolf sends a lady to do his dirty work? Now that doesn't seem right. You're so vulnerable out here on your own. So defenseless." That sickly sweet voice was starting to get on your nerves. And you hated it when men thought you weak and vulnerable just because you were a woman. That was one thing Robb never did. Jaime Lannister was about to find out just how not vulnerable you were.

In an instant, you had unsheathed a hidden dagger and sliced at the man in front of you. Jaime backed away just before the blade could cut his cheek. When you swung again, he caught your wrist and clicked his tongue in disapproval. "Not so defenseless after all, are you?" Your eyes narrowed and you brought your knee up to his weakest point. Jaime let out a cough and let you go, giving you the chance to take off.

You heard Jaime curse behind you, but you didn't make it far before he caught up with you again. He grabbed you by the throat and pushed your back against a nearby tree. "I could kill you. Right here. Leave your body hanging in this tree for Robb Stark to find. Let your blood stain the ground," he growled.

Your mind was racing as you tried to figure out a way to save your life and complete your task. Your tongue darted out to lick your lips, grateful that he wasn't actually cutting off your airflow. "You could," you started softly, "But you won't. I'm more valuable to you alive." Jaime pulled back a little and arched a brow. "How so?"

"King Robb expects me to return with information as to your next plan. I could lead him in the wrong direction, buy you some time." Jaime glared at you suspiciously and you didn't blame him. You were trying to save your own skin and you both knew it. "Why?" he asked, his voice low. You chuckled wryly. "Do you really think I want to die out here? That I want to be killed or worse during this war? I'm going to do whatever it takes to save myself and my family."

Jaime let go of your throat. He stared at you as if trying to decide whether to believe you or not. After a few minutes, he finally spoke, "No. I won't let you return to Stark. Not yet anyway. And I won't kill you unless you give me reason." With that, he grabbed your arm, a lot more gently than you expected, and lead you back toward the Lannister camp.

Once inside his tent, Jaime let you go and handed you a plate of food. When you looked at him in confusion, he laughed and replied, "I told you that I wasn't going to kill you, that includes starving you." With a slight upturn of your lips, you took the plate and started eating. Jaime watched you for a moment before he sat down across from you and started asking you questions.

Amazingly enough, they weren't questions about Robb or the Stark army. They were questions about you and your family. While you were slightly suspicious, you were also calmed by his presence. He seemed sweet when he wasn't threatening you and he appeared to really listen when you spoke. You knew right then and there that things were going to change and that Jaime would become more important to you than you could imagine.

*time skip*

"Tyrion really did that to you?" you asked with a giggle. You had lost track of how long you'd been with Jaime. Long enough, you were certain, that Robb would probably think you were captured or dead. Jaime smiled. "He did. That wit of his has always been too big for him. Pranks were a large part of our childhood thanks to Tyrion." You laughed again making Jaime glance at you.

Despite the fact that you were technically a prisoner, Jaime never treated you like one. He was charming and made sure you were well taken care of. Honestly, Jaime almost made you forget why you were there in the first place. Since that first night, there had been no more violence between the two of you. In fact, there had been nothing but friendly banter especially after Jaime found out that really didn't know anything about Robb's battle plans. It seemed to you that Jaime was simply lonely.

For you, it was different. Yes, you were lonely and yes, you saw Jaime as a companion or possibly even a friend. But if you were being honest with yourself, you would admit that you were falling for the Lannister. You never thought it would be possible, but you were. You knew he'd never feel the same. After all, he had Cersei when he returned to King's Landing.

You didn't realize you'd gotten lost in thought until Jaime asked, "What has you so distracted, Y/N?" You blinked and shook your head slightly. "Nothing." You gave him a smile that you knew looked false. Jaime frowned. "Y/N...I know something is wrong. Are you thinking of leaving?" You stared at him, wondering why he thought that. Then you remembered your mission. Should you leave? Or should you stay, betraying Robb but staying with the man you had come to care for? "No. I-I can't. You'd have me killed the moment I left the camp."

"And if I told you that you could?" You looked at him in disbelief. It had to be a test. So, you shook your head again. "I can't." You stood up and turned away from him. You heard him step closer to you, but didn't acknowledge him. Jaime gently gripped your shoulder and turned you to face him. "Look at me," he ordered softly.

You sighed and glanced up, your (e/c) eyes meeting his green ones. "Why can't you if I let you go?" You weren't sure how to put it into words. How could you tell this man that you, a spy for the enemy, had fallen so far in love with him you felt like you were drowning every time you were in his presence? So, you did the only thing you could think of. You leaned up and pressed your lips to his.

Jaime didn't move. His posture stiffened and he froze in place. You pulled away. "I'm sorry," you whispered and ran out of the tent. You didn't hear Jaime calling for you through the sound of your heart pounding in your ears. You felt the tears welling up in your eyes. Once you made it to the edge of the camp, you stopped to catch your breath. That was your first mistake.

You never expected Robb to send another spy after you had suddenly "disappeared" but he had. "Lady Y/N?" Your blood ran cold. You looked over and saw a Stark soldier. You pressed your finger to your lips to quiet him. He ignored you. "You're alive! The king will be pleased when I tell him."

Your eyes widened. You didn't want anyone to tell Robb you were alive. He would attack Jaime's camp without a second thought if he knew you were there and Jaime could die. That lead to your second mistake. You took your dagger from its sheath and threw it, piercing the soldier's side. He cried out and sank to the ground.

You hurried over and silenced him, ignoring the blood seeping onto your hands. When he was dead, you dragged his body to the nearby river and dumped him there. Then you cleaned yourself up and headed back toward Jaime's camp.

Jaime saw you first. "Y/N!" he cried, running over to you. His brows were knitted together with worry. "Never do that again!" he snapped and you nodded. You were too tired to argue. Too tired and too ashamed. You had just killed a man you'd once called an ally. Jaime sighed and took your arm, leading you back to his tent.

You didn't speak for the rest of the night. Your mind was too full of thoughts. That soldier would be found by the next night and that would be reason for Robb to attack. You had to figure out a way to save Jaime. Jaime gave up trying to talk to you after a while and he soon fell asleep. By that time, you knew what you had to do. As soon as you knew Jaime was in a deep sleep, you got up. You walked over and laid a note on his table before kissing his lips and hurrying from the tent.

Jaime woke the next morning and, as had become his custom, glanced over at your make-shift bed. Much to his surprise, you weren't there. His eyes landed on the note you'd left. In his tired state, Jaime read the note and felt his anger and disbelief rise.

Dearest Jaime,

I'm sorry, but I have no other choice. You need to move the camp before tonight. I have to return to Robb. I killed one of his soldiers. When he finds the body, he will blame you and attack unless I get to him first. Please know I did this to save you. I know Robb will probably kill me to get justice for that man and that I will undoubtedly never see you again even if he doesn't.

I want you to know that I could never have betrayed you. Not anymore. You are a good man, Jaime. Never let anyone tell you differently. I'm sorry it has to be this way. I love you and, if I live after today, I know I always will.

Forever yours, Y/N

Jaime stared at the words on the page. You were gone. Gone to save him when he had never given you reason to. You called him a good man when others only called him "Kingslayer". You love him despite all. And you loved him in a way that no other had. Not even Cersei. It was the reason he hadn't responded to your kiss. It felt wrong not to be kissing Cersei, but at the same time, it felt like there was no one else he should be kissing. And now you were gone.

Jaime moved to crumple the letter, but changed his mind. Instead, he folded it neatly and placed it in the pocket of his cloak. He donned his armor and cloak and exited his tent. The rest of his camp was already up and moving. "What are your orders, Ser?"

"We go North. Now." The bannerman nodded and left Jaime to his thoughts. Jaime tightened his grip on his sword. His squire brought his horse and Jaime climbed up. He hoped to catch sight of you before you found Robb's camp. He didn't want to engage Robb Stark in battle while you could get caught in the middle. Jaime let his eyes scan the area surrounding the camp. "I'm going to find you, Y/N. I swear it."