The Lion awakes
Jaime lannister :
He stinks of sweat. It's been a hard day. Winter passed and the hot summers sun burnt the back of his neck. His muscles ached from the weight of his sword. The situation of his companions was worse.
Eleven years old and Jaime lannister proved he was hard warrior. He could easily beat anyone even boys twice his size. He found a sword in his hand as natural as a babe might find a toy. "Had enough for the day eh boy?" Shouted ser Jonas swyft. "I could go on all day ser Jonas. " he replied with his grin "can't say the same for these folks".
"Aye. The day is too hot for this anyway. Go back to the castle. And rhodes! The don't let you're guard down. He wouldn't have been able to twat you unless you had been reckless" he said.
He was happy Jonas left them early today. Not that he hated being in the grounds. He was loved swinging his sword, the feel of the wind as his horse galloped through casterly rock. But he was tired. He was awake most of the night talking with cersei. She always finds something to talk. Mostly it was about how it was unfair she was not taught to fight.
He went back to his room. Had a long bath and dressed up. He knew there was a new singer in the city. He was supposed to perform today. He promised his mother he would be there. Though he hated songs. Most of them were about some fair maiden and some knight falling in love. But he loved the songs about the wars and the great knights. He was hopefull the singer might do the one about barristen the bold and the war of nine penny kings. Or the one about ageon the conquer.
"Jaime!" Shouted his sister from across the hall "mother he is here! Just let him start already "
He sighed. Cersei was never known for her patience. He was wild, impulsive. He liked her for that. Sometimes he would look at her and see himself. Even their mother had a hard time telling them apart.
He sat by his mother. The singer was already bowing to the lady of casterly rock and the Knights who had attend. "Greetings my lady. It's an honour to be performing in the great casterly rock...
"Honour! ! My foot. He knew there was a lot of gold involved. Why would it be an honour to sing? And what would he do with honour" wispered cersei. He frowned "it IS an honour for him. People would recognise he performed for us. I know there is gold involved. But I would put honour before gold any day. " she opened her mouth to say something but thought better of it . Their mother was giving them THE look.
"And today I would like to start of by honoring the Lord of the castle. It's very sad his presence is missing. The song which shows the might of Lord tywin lannister. Hand of the king. Shield of lanssiport. My lady presenting the 'rains of castamear'."
He heard the rains of castamear once or twice before. It scared him. He knew it was about his father. But it always scares him. The song tells about the might and power of lannister but it also has a sad note to it.
And who are you the proud lord said
That I must bow so low
Only a cat of a different coat
I saw the the truth I know
A coat of gold a coat of red
A lion still has claws
And mine are long and sharp my lord
As long and sharp ands yours
It wasn't the words. The sound of the harp. The music ecoed inevitable doom. As if the music has the power to end an entire house. Scare kings...
And so he spoke
And so he spoke
The Lord of castamear. ...
And now the rains weep on his halls
And not a soul to hear.
He felt a uneasy feel in his stomach . Perhaps it was the oysters he had before. "Exuse me mother " he said walking out to the corridors.
He used the privy. He didn't want to go back to the great Hall. The songs were boring anyway. The sun had set and a mildly cool breeze was calming him down. He went down to the archery range to relax.
He found it hard to belive his father had acted with so much cruelty as of to wipe out an entire house. But people praise him for it. So is killing so many people good or bad. He didn't know what he make of his father.
"Seems distracted Jaime? " came a voice from behind.
"Uncle Kevan! Aren't you going to see the new singer " . Kevan lannister was his favorite of his relatives. He was kind and also smart. People say he was a ferocious warrior. But in this time where there a very few wars to be fought. He turned up to be just an another lord.
"Songs and feasts are not really my type. Also I needed some air." He said. "You seemed to miss your mark by quite some distance nephew ".
"I was thinking. ..." he knew Kevan fought with his father in the war. He must have some answers about why his father acted In such a way
"I was thinking about castamere. Father wiped out entire house ryne. ...It makes me uncomfortable to think father can be so cruel. Why did he made such a drastic action uncle"
Kevan smiled. "It was a hard choice Jaime. I was there that day. It didn't happen in one day. Or a month. It was a choice that took years to make. It wasn't like what the singers sing .there was nothing glorious about it. My brother was left with a hard choice. And he took it."
"But why? I've known that they refused to pay their debts...but he could have defeated them and took their gold"
Kevan smiled at him. "Your father is not a heartless man Jaime. Not many people remove the full picture "
"Tell me then" he quipped. Kevan looked at those intense eyes. Every bit of tywin lannister stared back at him. He took a deep breath "sit down young nephew. You're going to hear a great story "