A/N I noticed that during Tyrion's trial for Joffrey's murder, someone calls out "Kingslayer". This is just a short fic exploring Jaime's thoughts when he hears that word.
Disclaimer: Game of Thrones isn't mine.
"Kingslayer!"
Someone called that word, that godforsaken insult. For seventeen years people had addressed him with it, in contempt or jest, it made no matter. For seventeen years he had been forced to answer to that name, as the only man in the Seven Kingdoms who had killed his king. The king he had sworn to protect, as people always reminded him. And what a king he was. A man who would burn men for an afternoon's entertainment, slaughter smallfolk by the thousands and burn a city out of spite. People wouldn't kill kings if they were good at ruling.
But for once, that word didn't mean him. For once, he could share it with another as he walked down the Red Keep's Throne Room behind his brother. The Kingslayer brothers. It was a filthy lie, he knew; Tyrion was guilty of many things, but regicide wasn't one of them. Yet for just a few moments, it felt like the burden of kingslayer had been lifted from his shoulders. He wasn't alone in his perceived sin. It felt strange. It felt good.
But too soon, the walk was over, and he had to chain his little brother to the stand before the Iron Throne. And he was no longer the Kingslayer, only a Kingsguard serving his king and the realm. It was, for now, only Tyrion's crimes that mattered.
A/N Hope you liked. I really appreciate reviews.