18 Months Later (Around Episode 3x05)

Keaira let out a sigh as her long red dress caught on yet another root in the forest. The bottom of the red robe was completely covered in mud, as was much of her body. Her hair, which was now dyed blonde, was also the murky brown colour. She doubted if any of the Stark's saw her, they would recognise her now. Ciana seemed to notice her exasperated noise and turned around to glare at her.

"I know, I know. We would not travel through the forest if it wasn't for me" Keaira exclaimed.

"To be precise, we wouldn't have to be hiding from every man, woman and child in Westeros if it wasn't for you" Ciana retorted.

"We've been walking non-stop for a whole day. We need to rest" Keaira insisted.

"The Queen's men will not be far behind us. The nearest temple of the Lord of Light is weeks away. We keep going" Ciana told her.

"Ciana, I don't know how many more times I can apologise for what I did but-" Keaira began, but Ciana cut her off.

"It's my fault. Not yours. I was stupid enough to think you had learnt anything that I had taught you" Ciana grumbled.

"I remember everything you've taught me, I just…I couldn't let him live" Keaira sighed.

"I understand your impulse to kill Joffrey. If you had just asked for my help instead of rushing ahead like you always do, maybe he'd be dead now" Ciana explained.

"I know…at least we both made it out of King's Landing alive" Keaira offered.

"Barely. You were supposed to save Sansa" Ciana pointed out.

"No one wanted to save her more than I did" Keaira mumbled.

"I don't understand how this happened. I saw everything in the flames. You were supposed to take Sansa away from King's Landing and return her to her brother. You were never supposed to attack Joffrey" Ciana explained.

"Maybe the Lord of Light doesn't know everything" Keaira suggested, as Ciana gave her a look.

"If you are going to pretend to be a Red Priestess you could try acting like it" Ciana stated.

"You know, I think I preferred it when you didn't talk much" Keaira told her, as Ciana shook her head, fondly.

"I have no idea why I was scared of you when we first met" Ciana mumbled, as Keaira frowned.

"What? Why would you fear me?" Keaira questioned.

"We had seen you in the flames for a long time. It was an honour for me to be chosen to train you…I suppose I was worried just how strong you would be" Ciana informed her.

"Little did you know, all you had to deal with was a fifteen-year-old brat" Keaira stated, with a laugh.

"You weren't that bad" Ciana smiled at her, as Keaira grinned.

"I know it was hard for you to leave Asshai with me, but I am grateful, Ciana. I wouldn't be here without you. Maybe after-" Keaira cut herself off, when she heard a whimper from behind her.

She whipped her head around and saw a man was now holding a dagger to Ciana's throat, and without a second's thought she raised her head, causing the handle to become burning hot. Ciana looked at her angrily, as she elbowed the man in the face, not happy that Keaira had revealed her powers. Keaira knew it was a stupid decision, but she couldn't let anything happen to her friend. She only realised what a bad choice she had made, when she saw a group of men walking out from the trees. Somehow, they had walked into an ambush.

"Locke! She burnt me!" The man with the dagger exclaimed.

"There's only one bitch in the whole of Westeros who can control fire…and I know someone who would pray a pretty penny for her" A bearded man announced, as Keaira could guess who he meant.

Keaira shared a look with Ciana, silently asking her what she should do. They both knew if the Queen got her hands on them, they would suffer a painful death. Better to go down fighting. In sync, Ciana grabbed two daggers from underneath her robes, sending one flying into the chest of the nearest man to her. Keaira raised her hand, throwing a large fireball towards another man who was creeping towards Ciana. The older woman grabbed her dagger from the dead man's corpse, as she went to fight the next man, using her daggers to twist the sword he was holding out of his hand. Keaira sent a row of fire flying towards two men who had been approaching her, killing the pair instantly and effectively. Ciana had just used her opponent's sword to cut through him, when the bearded man from before, struck her in the back of the head, sending her to the ground. This was enough of a distraction that Keaira missed a man in the treeline draw his bow, as an arrow hit her in the shoulder. She let out a cry as, she dropped to the ground from the harsh impact.

"Make another move and I'll cut her throat" Locke warned, pulling Ciana up by her hair.

Keaira glared at the man, but did what he said, staying down on her knees. Keaira cursed herself for losing the fight. How was she supposed to help fight an army of white walkers when she still couldn't win against a group of twenty men?

"You girls killed five of my men…maybe I should cut off five of your fingers are repayment?" Locke threatened, pressing the dagger against Ciana's fingers.

"Don't! I killed more of your men…I'm the one who should be punished" Keaira insisted.

"You're right, but I can't take any of your fingers. I doubt King Robb would like that" Locke reasoned.

However, the real reason he would not remove any of her fingers was that he feared what she could do. He had heard stories about the girl with fire, how she had burned men alive, slowly and painfully. But he wouldn't let her know that.

"Robb? That's who you were taking us to?" Keaira questioned, wondering if she had made a mistake.

"I serve Lord Bolton. And he is bannerman for the King in the North" Locke shrugged.

"Keaira is like a sister to Robb. If he finds that she was harmed in-" Ciana began, as the man pushed her to the ground.

"Whatever happened to manners? All you hostages seem to think you're in control. You're not in control!" Locke, suddenly growing angry.

"Please just…don't hurt her" Keaira begged, from where the man had his foot on top of Ciana's back.

"As you command, my lady. Beat the fire girl…but leave her face. I'm sure her brother would want her to remain pretty. If she fights back…kill the girl" Locke, looking straight at Keaira.

Keaira mulled over her options, she could try fighting the men off, but she wouldn't be the cause of Ciana's death. The men began kicking her in the stomach, repeatedly, but thankfully they seemed to listen to Locke and left her face, mostly. Eventually, the men seemed to get bored and grabbed her off the floor, taking Ciana too. Keaira had trouble standing upright, the pain from her abdomen was intense, as she knew she had broken at least a few ribs. They walked her through their small camp, as she tried to take in how many men there were, how many horses, and what resources they had. The likelihood of them escaping was looking less likely by the minute. The pair were thrown down by a fallen tree trunk, and tied to it, as Keaira realised they weren't alone. There were two other prisoners opposite them a man and…a woman? It was hard to tell, from the height and masculine features, but Keaira expected she was a woman. While Ciana had the strength to push herself up easily, Keaira's injuries meant she stayed on the floor on her stomach. That was until a young man ran up to her after everyone else had left and pulled her upright.

"I'm so sorry, my lady. I wanted to help you, but the men would have killed me" The man confessed, as Keaira and Ciana frowned.

"Who are you?" Ciana inquired.

"A true believer. The night is dark and full of terrors" He whispered, so that none of the men would hear.

"The night is dark and full of terrors" Keaira and Ciana replied, at the same time.

"I will return with food later. We must bide our time. I will help you escape when the time comes" The small man informed them.

"Thank you" Keaira whispered, as he scurried away.

The moment that the boy left, Keaira turned her head to look at Ciana, unsurprised by the furious expression on her face.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed?! Why didn't you run, Keaira?" Ciana insisted, as Keaira saw in the corner of her eye that one of the hostages seemed to look up.

"I was not going to leave you" Keaira told her, as Ciana let out an annoyed huff.

"Keaira?" A gravelly voice mumbled opposite them.

She frowned as she turned to see it was one of the prisoners who spoke her name and was about to question how they knew her. However, the prisoner had now lifted their head so Keaira could get a proper look at their face. She felt her mouth go dry instantly, her eyes widening when she recognised the familiar face. Keaira opened her mouth to speak, but instantly snapped it shut, as Ciana frowned at the pair, obviously confused. The prisoner's eyes softened as his gaze seemed to roam over her, the smallest of smiles on his face.

"What in the seven hells are you doing here, Kingslayer?" Keaira inquired, making sure there was venom in her voice.

Jaime acted as if he had been struck, as he flinched back from the harsh words. Keaira had never called him that name. Not once. He quickly composed himself, recognising that almost two years had passed since he had seen Keaira. Too many things had changed.

Author's Notes: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! How do you guys like the time jump? Going at the normal pace just wasn't working for me, so I plan to do flashbacks instead as that always seems quite popular. Just to explain in case anyone is confused, Keaira and Ciana travelled to King's Landing in the past year on the pretence that they were going to rescue Sansa, but Keaira tried to kill Joffrey instead and they had to flee. All will be explained fully in the next few chapters. Please leave a review:)

Lionluck: Aw, thank you! I'm really glad you're enjoying this story:)

aussieKayz: Unfortunately as we will learn soon, Keaira was unable to save Ned...but will she will save some Stark's. That's all I can say without spoiling anything, haha. Her and Jaime's interactions are going to be very interesting now she knows the truth. Thanks for the review:)