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"I've always been better with my sword then poetry I'll admit." Jamie replied as he drew the valyrian steel sword belted at his hip. It left it's direwolf scabbard with a silent hiss, the cold dark gray color of it seeming to blend with the night rather then shine as normal steel would. Many wondered why he had dubbed the blade Memory, Jamie would merely point to the crest of House Winsler, set with the words 'We Do Not Forget'. He faced the wildling with his left shoulder slightly ahead of his right, his feet spaced apart to offer both maximum support and the room the fancy foot work of swordplay demanded. Memory found itself held alongside it's wielder's body at a slight downward angle, Jamie's wrist turned ever so slightly towards the wildling." I don't think I like your tone, still I suppose the question isn't out of place."

The Dragon considered his next words carefully, as Kervall would want him to. There was no need for battle between him and a servant of House Damian. She was a wildling and unused to the constant strife of court life. She knew nothing of the history of Westeros, knew not the hate that had grown between her masters and House Winsler. But all of that faded into the background for him. She was still a servant of House Damian, and the enigma she presented had to be revealed. If she was merely his shadow nothing would come of it. However Jamie would not go to sleep with an assassin after him.

"Who are you wildling, why did that whore send you after me." And here Jamie took to pacing around her, naked sword in hand. Being careful to keep within sword range, yet out of the direct way of her spear head." Why do you work for House Damian, what price did you sell your honor for."

Jamie then strode away from the wildling woman, towards the shut door of the dragon pit. The moonlight bathed him in it's silver glow, highlighting the prefect red diamond Memory's pommel was set with, a trick of the moonlight made the handle of the valyrian blade seem covered in blood.

The Dragon looked over his shoulder at the woman, finding despite his words a joy in both her northern beauty and her bold and direct manner. She did not have the easy good looks southern woman were blessed with, but the harshness of her life was there to see for all. It was plain in sinewy muscle, in her warrior's grace, and most of all in her eyes. She was the valyrian steel of womanhood, the rest of the women he had laid eyes on were nothing more then castle forged steel at best. Beautiful to look upon but worthless in a fight against valyrian steel. Jamie could say in all honesty she was the most gorgeous woman he had laid eyes upon, all though her beauty was not the traditional sense of the word. Despite all that though he still felt the suspicions of his mind nagging at him.

"Does the whore desire my death, are you in fact the latest of a series of assassins sent after my family. If that is so I will kill you right here and right now. Your corpse will be the message to the Damians my life will not be so cheaply bought."