Jaime Lannister could feel the heat of King's Landing beating down on his back as he strode through the gardens of the Red Keep. He thought to himself as he wandered towards his destination on why Robert wanted him to be the one to complete this specific tasks. Perhaps to finally give him a reprieve of listening to the fat king insult his sister's honor with all of the whores coming to and from the royal bedchamber. No, Robert enjoyed lording his ventures over the golden haired knight far too much. Does it matter in the end, maybe Robert just does not care on who he sent. He may just want it done as soon as can be.

Gods know why he wants her to accompany the royal procession on their way to Winterfell, but he would not argue to stretching his legs. As Jaime continues his small self-conversation he rounds a corner of plant hedge to be greeted with the sight of the woman, whose existence alone strikes a hot flash of guilt into most in the keep, sitting peacefully on a bench with a wooden circle of embroidery in hand.

As she swiftly thread the needle through the fabric Jaime could see a small outline of a fallen star upon the silk. He glanced at her face as she concentrated on her project; she was graced with light tan, smooth skin along with the most piercing purple eyes he had ever witnessed. Her ink black hair hung in light waves around her face as she refused to wear her hair in any courtly manner. Her pale yellow dress only accentuating her Dornish features more than usual.

Jaime cleared his throat and the amethyst gems sitting in her beautiful heart-shaped face glanced up at the golden-haired man. She gracefully set aside her work, smoothed out her dress, and patted the space next to her on the bench while giving him a sweet, motherly smile.

"Jaime," her voice rang out light a tempting breeze," "please come sit with me for a spell. With you guarding the king as of late I have barely seen you my friend." And if words could murder he would have bled out right then and there. The Gods only know how she could count him as a friend after he betrayed her father, her family, and herself. But Jaime knew out of everyone in King's Landing, Myria Dayne has the largest heart and soul. She would forgive people who she truly saw honor within them, and she somehow saw some within him.

"How could I refuse the request of such a beautiful lady, especially since I bare interesting news for yourself." Jaime strode over towards the bench and carefully sat next to Myria as she scooted over to make room for the knight's gleaming white armor, quirking her eyebrow at his statement.

"And what sort of news do you bring for me? Is it something to do with your father wishing me to wed Lancel again," She rolled her eyes, "Honestly I do not wish to be married to him. He is such a bore." Jaime chuckled at her tenacity.

"No Myria, the king wishes for you to begin packing for the trip up to the North. He asked that you personally attend to Princess Myrcella along the journey." Myria nodded her head at his words. She herself had been serving as a companion for the little fawn princess ever since the girl was born. The Dornish girl counted Myrcella as her closest friend, practically her sister.

"Good to know I will not be left behind as I had come to believe. After the queen herself told he so harshly that I was not to accompany you lot I feared I was to be married off while everyone was away." Jaime understood her fear. Cersei had always been displeased by the Dayne girl watching over her daughter under the king's orders, and had hatched multiple plots to marry the girl off over the years. Though all of the plots had been stopped as quickly as they were learned of it did not deter Cersei from her goal to have Myria as far from the royal court as possible.

Myria remembered the first time Cersei had attempted to expel her from court. She had been 13 years old and had just flowered a month before when a Frey boy was invited to the palace. He followed the dornish girl around like a lost puppy and when Myria asked Jaime why he immediately rushed to Cersei's solar. She then casually explained to her brother how she wanted to ship the girl off to the Twins to remain in the rainy Riverlands for the rest of her life. Jaime quickly sent the matter to the king, who became enraged at his wife's arrogance. The Frey boy was sent home, Cersei proudly wore a large purple bruise on her face for over a week, and Myria forever kept her eyesight out for anymore suitors coming her way. After the Frey boy she had evaded Loras Tyrell, Lancel Lannister, a handful of Dornish suitors, and even the king's brother Renly.

She knew marriage was an absolute sooner or later, but not to a man the queen threw at her. She wanted a man who would treat her with as much honor as Jaime has given her over the years. Even though she knew much of his kind treatment started as a way to respect her father's wishes.

Myria was snapped from her thoughts as Jaime stood from the bench and offered his arm to his friend. She smiled at his action, swept up her embroidery, and took his arm. Jaime began to lead them out of the gardens and into Maegor's Holdfast towards her room. She was given a fairly comfortable room for a hostage of the crown, large and nicely decorated.

"Are you looking forward to the travel up north? Will you be able to handle the colder temperatures with your Dornish blood?" Jaime jested as they neared her room.

Myria giggled at him, "I believe if I get cold I can simply adorn myself with a fur lined cloak or dress."

"Ah yes, but you do not have any made for the trip do you?" She shook her head at his words.

"No I do not," she concedes, "But it will take us a month of travel from King's Landing to reach Winterfell if we are going the normal pace, so I can sew my own cloak while we move through the Riverlands." Jaime smirked and nodded at her answer. He could not fault her sound logic in the end. They arrived at her chamber door and Myria untangled her arm from Jaime's as he slightly bowed to her before turning on his heel and heading back toward the royal chambers.

Myria turned and entered her room, latching the door shut once she closed it behind her. She walked over to her four poster bed and sat her embroidery upon the sheets. She then wandered over to the small table near the window with a few chairs, a bowl of fruit, and a pitcher of water. Pouring herself a cup she thought on the king's sudden change of heart to bring her along after the queen convinced him to leave her behind when they first planned the trip to Winterfell a week ago. She knew there were very few reasons why he would truly change his mind, since he barely paid attention to the dornish girl throughout the whole 17 years of her existence. Guilt? Remorse over her fate? Marriage? A chance to finally pass her off to some other lord?

Myria steeled her mind before it wandered to any worse case scenarios. She knew at least the king would not put her in harm's way, and if he had a mind of betrothing her then he would find a worthy candidate instead of all the puppets Cersei has thrown at her. She blinked her eyes and shuffled over to her wardrobe and began to pull out the outfits she deemed appropriate for a journey north. She would be prepared for anything the Old or New Gods would throw her way.

She spent the next few hours packing up her needed belongings when a knock sounded upon her door. Myria could hear the giggles of children outside and swiftly walked to the threshold and flung open the door to greet the little prince and princess. Myrcella and Tommen were graced with their mother's emerald green eyes along with her soft blonde curls, but they were unlike the Lannister side of the family with their temperament. They both were soft, sweet, and kind. The most perfect children anyone could ask for.

"Myria! Mother just told us you are coming to the north. We will have so much fun together along the way!" Myrcella rushed over and wrapped her body around Myria's, her head nestled into her stomach. Tommen, the little angel, toddled over and hugged her legs as close as he could.

"I was sad when mommy said no to you coming My, but now I'm happy." Tommen muttered into her thigh. She smiled at both of the Baratheon children and patted their backs.

"Why of course I am coming. I am in charge of your care am I not? How could I let my favorite children go to the cold, scary north alone?" The blondes giggled at her playful tone and released her body from theirs.

Myrcella stuttered out, "I think father wants to marry one of us to one of the Stark children. I hope it's Joff, I would love to have a sister." Tommen nodded along with his big sister's statement.

"I am sure whoever your father chooses it will be well. The Starks are the most honorable family in all of Westeros and anyone would be lucky to join their family," She then turned the children around and started walking them back to their rooms. "Now let's make sure you both are completely packed. Have to make sure all of your things are properly taken care of before we leave." She led the two fawns through the Holdfast smiling at all of the guards and ladies in waiting they passed by. Many people tended to ignore the purple eyed girl even when she was accompanying the royal family. Most treated her like a pariah, as if she was a bug under their shoe. She did not mind at all though. Less people to bother her with all of their pointless problems.

As they approached the royal wing Myria could hear shouting between two people and she knew the voices of the queen and king were not going to quiet anytime soon. It was a common occurrence between the two monarchs and she knew that whatever they were fighting about now could range from the carpets to their children.

King Robert's voice shattered through the air like lightning during a storm,"She will come with and that is final!"

The queen's sharp reply not far behind, "Why allow the little Dornish harlot the privilege!? She has done nothing but-"

"The Dayne girl has been nothing but loyal to the crown for years! It is time for her to have some goddamn peace! Ned will agree and that is the end of it." Robert sighed and Myria along with the children heard him pour a drink. "You've wanted her gone from the court for years now, so why complain to this arrangement?" They did not hear another reply, but quickly saw the queen round the corner her face covered with rage. She turned her gaze up and the rage turned murderous when she saw Myria with her two younger children. She swept towards them, gathered up her daughter and son, and left with them glaring at the girl throughout the whole process.

Myria took in a breath and wandered back to her quarters. She knew whatever the king was speaking of may not end well for herself, since she was definitely within the queen's firing range now.