"You don't understand," said Jaime. "It has to be me."
"No…No… please," answered Brienne fighting off tears. Gods, he's never seen her like this before.
"You are trying to prove yourself, you don't have to do this, not for me, please." she said again.
Jaime like his heart was going to sink.
"My sweet Brienne," he added, resting his forehead against hers, "My sweet, honorable and brave Brienne…I am not proving myself to anyone. I am neither doing this for someone but for everyone. It has to be me. You have to let me go"
Brienne was crying now and, unlike Jaime was expecting, was not fighting him. Physically, he might have not been strong enough to stop her, but right now, something bigger was preventing her from acting. Jaime leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers; then looked at her straight in her bright blues eyes.
"I love you," he said, "I always will" he reached up and kissed her forehead, then turned around and left running towards Maegor's holdfast.
A few months before
So many casualties, Jaime thought to himself.
The remaining force of the army now stood outside the walls of Winterfell as they watched their leaders light funeral pyres.
Jaime's thoughts went to Ser Jorah Mormont, whose pyre was being light by Daenerys Targaryen. He had been such a brilliant fighter; a hero of the siege of Pyke just like himself. Gods; it seemed so long ago now.
Brienne of Tarth stood next to him; strong, honourable Brienne. It was because of her that he came here, turned on Cersei and travelled all they way here to fight for the living. It was because of her that Daenerys and the Starks spared his life. Without her, he was no one.
By now, Jaime was sure enough of his own feelings; Brienne was more to him than a friend or a companion. Actually, he loved her.
It had taken him a long time to figure it out and when Jaime went back and thought about it, he was pretty sure it all started when a gut feeling made him go back to save her at Harrenhal.
Cersei, he thought
How far had he come from her? All these years, she had lied and conspired and murdered and…Her actions spoke for themselves, but when she asked him to go and bring her Tyrion's head, it was the beginning of the end for Jaime.
And now he was here, at Winterfell, unable to admit his feeling to the woman he loved.
Not for from there, stood another Lannister; Tyrion Lannister, youngest son of Tywin Lannister.
And he could clearly see is older brother standing next to the most brilliant fighter Tyrion had ever seen. What a pair they made. By now, Tyrion had pretty much caught on his brother's feelings towards the Maid of Tarth. But, there was absolutely no doubt of her affections.
It had all started the way she had defended him against Daenerys's allegations. And, of course, the way she looked at Jaime. It was unmistakable.
Two nights ago when Jaime stood to knight her; Tyrion guess everyone in the room saw the connections between the two of them…everyone except probably Jaime and Brienne of course.
Where had she been when I needed a champion? Tyrion thought
Gods how much would he like to see her face and kill The Mountain; the face his father and sister would have made…what a great joke!
Tyrion had to contain his laughter. Today was not a day for jokes.
They had won a great victory, but at great cost. His gaze went from Daenerys, to Sansa, to Jon Snow. Who would have thought they would be standing here today, and Cersei all by herself (at least almost), alone in King's Landing. Tyrion knew very well what came next.
The next war was the war for the Iron Throne.
The pyres were almost all gone and time was passing by slowly.
Time to start planning, again, he thought
Tyrion turned around and started to walk back toward the great hall but on his way stopped to speak with Ser Davos Seaworth.
"Ser, I need you to assemble everyone in the great hall. There is work to be done."
Ser Davos only nodded in response.
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