✧｡ 　 Lord Bennard Stark ✫  　Son of Brandon Stark & Jyliana Reed ! The Rogue Wolf stared down Gwayne, neither unnerved by the other.

"A sick thing, these Targaryen's and their customs," the north accent thick upon Bennard's tongue. "to marry your niece? A queer thing to be a Hightower but mask yourself in scales, Ser."

But Gwayne never moved, never recoiled, to the taunts of the wolf as his pack laughed around him. Starks, he thought to himself, were only ever good in packs. Dwindle them down one by one and they fold like anyone else.

"You think yourself better than me and yet I have heard about your exploits, the things you do as you hide away from your Godswood," Gwayne uttered from behind his own cup of wine, his eyes still matching Stark's. "is that why you've tucked tail to hide in the south? Or are the winds of winter upon us and you fear the cold?"

He was the least worthy Stark he had ever met, even here as they sat eye to eye.

Long, uneasy moments passed between them before he moved to sit against the tree with her, not too close. "I'd rather it was you than someone I have never met." He said.

The words surprised her, and she finally opened her eyes to look at him. He stared at the water infront of them, a weariness behind his own eyes.

"I think we can help each other." There was a mysterious restraint in his voice, as if something was telling him to stop agreeing to it all. "I don't know how." 

"Did your brother tell you that?" she asked, genuinely curious. The boy was smarter than most his age.

"No, strangely enough. I just have a feeling."

Alysanne considered her words carefully. She hadn't thought about that yet. "Maybe."

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Not What It Seems

"Aren't you supposed to be guarding the King?" she mocked, looking him over.

Tyrion began to sense something was off. "My brother is no longer in the Kingsgua-" he tried to break the conversation, but failed.

"No longer a member, yes I seem to recall now." She cut in, taunting.

"You glad I'm here?" Jaime teased.

"Thrilled."

"Is that... blushing?"

"Don't flatter yourself."

"What were you doing down here?" he stepped closer, and Ally didn't miss Tyrion looking anxiously to the entrance, wishing he could grab his brother and leave.

"Visiting my sister, what are you still doing down here?"

His head tilted to the side, trying to hide his annoyance. "Gods, you're stubborn."

"How I look forward to another month of your company, Ser." she spat.

"I'm glad to hear you've taken to me so."

"Alright. Jaime, let's leave Ally to her peace." Tyrion began walking away.

"It's 'Ally' already? You have made an impression on my brother, haven't you?" he pressed.

"No, your brother is just better company than you, Kingslayer." 

Jaime tensed at the last word. Tyrion's head turned to her, then his brother, who said nothing. She noticed his previously irritated expression was replaced with disappointment. She'd struck a nerve, and Jaime wasn't doing well at hiding it.

"Tyrion, I think it's time we got back to the camp." he said, heading back to the steps. Tyrion hesitated before following him, turning back once to wave at Ally.

She wanted to scream at Jaime, but she couldn't embarrass herself like that. It would only make the next month worse for her. But Gods, she already loathed him. They had known each other for the best part of three days and yet she could tell he thought he already knew everything about her. Not even Ned really knew her anymore, so how could Jaime Lannister? But she knew him. She knew exactly the kind of person he was from their first meeting. 

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