It was nearly a week later after the visit with Arabella and Catelyn. Jaime was left alone with his cousin who had just been placed in the cell with him. The boy, Alton, had only been a nuisance, talking on and on about things Jaime didn't care about. It was nearing nightfall when Jaime had told him to shut it. This only lasted a few moments for Jaime, but in all fairness it was hours. During this time the boy started talking about what the queen had told him after he delivered Robb's terms to her for review.

"The queen had informed you that she knew you were okay, and she is planning your escape," Alton spoke. He doesn't like silence and Jaime appeared like he needed good news.

"Good, I will be glad when I am able to bathe again," Jaime stated, with fake happiness.

"The queen had thought you would have escaped a while ago when the camp was dealing with the attack on the girl that she arranged," Alton added.

"What girl," Jaime questioned.

"The wolf one, that had gotten away from the capital. She committed treason against the crown you know," he explained. Jaime was shaking his head at the comment, in disbelief and anger.

"Who did you say your mother was again," Jaime questioned, debating the thoughts of murder in his mind.

"Cinda Lannister," Alton replied, not noticing the change of Jaime's demeanor.

"Is she the fat one," Jaime questioned.

"Well, perhaps she's gotten a little larger than she-," Jaime stopped the boy's statement.

"No, no. There's only one fat Lannister. If she was your mother, you'd know it," Jaime stated.

"I squired for you once, you know," Alton commented, wanting to change the subject.

"When," Jaime questioned. He was still trying to figure things out and feeling around the cell.

"The tournament, the day of Willem Frey's wedding," Alton states, trying to remind Jaime of the day,

"I went to Willem Frey's wedding," Jaime questioned.

"You did. Your squire had gotten so drunk the night before that he threw up," Alton recalled seemingly perfectly.

"He threw up on his horse on the way to the tourney grounds. What was his name," Jaime states remembering some of the events.

"Bryan," Alton stated.

"Poor lad. That was my brother's doing, I seem to recall. I remember you. You'd never squired for anyone before," Jaime states.

"That's right. I ran up and volunteered. "Let me, my lord. Let me." My father was furious. Afraid I'd embarrass our family in front of the Family," Alton replied.

"You didn't, though," Jaime stated earnestly.

"You really remember," Alton questioned.

"You knew when you were needed and when to go away. It's a rare talent. Most of my squires, they mean well, but young men with big jobs, they tend to overdo them," Jaime stated, an idea formed. He did need to know one more thing before he followed through with his plan, he would get to that later.

"When I think back to that day-," Alton stated, starting to get embarrassed, before he was cut off by the guard. The guard then started to walk away a bit from the cell, still within sight and mild listening.

"You were saying," Jaimed edged on.

"I- Never mind. It's embarrassing," Alton stated.

"More embarrassing than being chained to a post covered in your own shit," Jaime questioned with an eye roll the boy couldn't see.

"I remember everything about that day, your helmet, your horse, the rake lines in the dirt along the list, where the sun was in the sky when you knocked Balon from his horse, and the dent in your shield when you handed it back to me. I'll remember it all until I die. That was the best day of my life. And I remember being on the field after it was over. All the competitors were done. I was the last one out there. And I couldn't leave. I couldn't bring myself to go and sit with my family at a table so far on the edge of the feast you could barely even see the bride. And I couldn't bear to tell them what it had been like squiring for you, when I knew that they could never have the faintest idea what I was talking about." Alton said, with a small smile..

"I understand completely," Jaime said honestly.

"How could you? Sorry, I I didn't mean to doubt you," Alton questioned, hardly believing Jaime's confession.

"It's just that I was sixteen once. I also had to replace someone's squire on short notice," Jaime explained, remembering the day of the fight against the Kingswood Outlaws like it was yesterday.

"Which knight was it," Alton was nearly excited to find out.

"Barristan Selmy. The fight against the Kingswood Outlaws. Before your time," Jaime recalled.

"What was he like," Alton pondered.

"He was a painter. A painter who only used red. I couldn't imagine being able to fight like that, not back then. And to help him do that, to be a part of something that perfect. I don't need to explain how that felt, not to you," Jaime explained, but words didn't seem to come to mind.

"It's hard to put into words," Alton explained.

"It's like stepping into a dream you've been dreaming for as long as you can remember, and finding out that the dream is more real than your life," Jaime recalled. Alton nods with Jaime before adding in.

"Leaving that battlefield was like being dragged off to prison. Did you squire for him again,"

"No. I didn't have your gift. He couldn't take a step without stepping on me. I was awful, a complete liability. Until one of the outlaws decided to take on a sixteen-year-old squire," Jaime stated, while Alton smiled bashfully, "It's a good thing I am who I am. I'd have been useless at anything else. I'm not well-suited for imprisonment. Shocking, I know. Some men are. Ned Stark, I imagine he made an excellent prisoner right up until the end. Not me, though. My life has left me uniquely unfit for constraint".

"And have you thought about it," Alton questioned.

"Of course. Every day," Jaime answered honestly.

"And why didn't you escape the day that the traitor was attacked," Alton questioned.

"They were guarding my cell too well. Worried that I would finish the wolf off I guess. Good prisoners breed good jailers, apparently. The Starks are very careful," Jaime stated. Alton nodded, again adding in but in a whisper.

"I know that the wolf didn't die that night. The queen informed that she was planning on having the girl attacked again in a few nights. She hopes that this time she will actually die and not just be wounded. I think that traitor is missing out on a good beheading, but being murdered in a place you are supposed to be safe is even better," Alton explained. Jaime had to reel his anger deep within him, until the right moment. He had to get himself and Bella out of here before they attacked her again. God help Cersei when he gets back, she has caused way too much damage this time. Jaime wished he could tell Robb or Catelyn what was being planned, but he highly doubted they would believe him, and if they did Bella was going to be sent to Winterfell and that didn't seem any better. He needed to get Bella out of camp and brought to his father. He had a plan, and it meant keeping the girl alive and by his son's side where she belongs.

"But there is a way, sooner I think. It wasn't possible until now," Jaime whispered to the boy, his plan finalized in his head.

"What is it," the boy questioned. Jaime looked at the guards. They were far away to barely make it in time to save the boy.

"It's actually quite simple," Jaime said nonchalantly.

"Well, let me help you," Alton said, hopeful that he will escape as well.

"You'll only have to do one thing," Jaime stated.

"Tell me," the boy questioned. Jaime nodded his head to beacon the boy closer to him. The boy gets closer, placing his ear near Jaime's mouth.

"You'll have to die," Jaime said with malice, before he headbutts the boy and starts to beat him to death with his chained hands. A guard runs in to break Jaime away from the boy that is now just a bloodied body. When Jaime gets away, he turns back and wraps his chains around the guards neck. He chokes the guard, turning his head until his neck snaps. Jaime then takes the guard's keys to complete his escape. He ran making his way to the other side of the camp where he knew Bella was being hidden away.