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This one just sprang up in my head without warning and just won't leave me alone. This is a story about Cersei's second-born child with Jaime, Joffrey's younger, reclusive, less smug and much kinder twin who comes to King's Landing for a 'visit' and meets Sansa who suffers at the hands of his brother. He places her under his protection and helps her through hard times in the gilded cage of the Red Keep. As time passes, they start to fall for each other. But as the Game progresses, so does the danger, and his time is limited... or is it?
Disclaimer: I don't own Game of Thrones, just the oc's I create.
Bright blue-green eyes stared across the Sunset Sea as the breeze brushed against his face and swept his shoulder length golden hair back which he usually kept tied back in a low ponytail. He stroked the lion headed handle of his cane as he breathed in and out deeply, his health slightly improving after years of living in the Lannister Ancestral home. Yet he knew that the inevitable will come for him soon enough.
Metal footsteps alerted him of his guards, accompanied by the metal chains clinking from his personal maester, but he did not show signs that he heard them, "My lord, the carriage is ready." the old maester informed him, albeit with discomfort over the lord's decision.
"Thank you, Master Kaden." the young lord said before getting up from his chair with a slight grunt, his cane clacking on the stone floor as he walked with a limp in the direction that led out of his chamber with his Maester walking beside him and his guards behind him.
"My Lord, I beg you to reconsider, if the Queen knew that I put your life in danger with this journey, she'll have my head as well as your guards." Maester Kaden said, trying one last time to dissuade him from going on this trip to the Capital.
"You're not putting my life in danger. I'm the one who's putting my life in danger. Besides, I'm already dying, so why not do something exciting while there's still some sand left in my hourglass." The young lord said with a ghost of a smile as they stepped down the stairs with him needing to take slower steps for each stone slab to avoid injury that will affect his poor health.
"I understand that you hate being cooped up inside of Casterly Rock, but why the Capital of all places. Don't say that it is to visit your brother because everyone knows how much you despise each other. Myrcella and Tommen I understand, they're angels sent from heaven." Maester Kaden said, having practically raised this boy as his son to know how much distance the two brother maintain in order to keep the peace...well one is more peaceful than the other.
"And I'm not?" The young lord asked in a joking manner as they reach the final steps before entering the courtyard where servants bowed to the young lord in respect.
Kaden smiled, "You have your moments, but other than that, you turned out better than the King." he laughed before eyes turned panic, "Don't tell him I said that."
The young lord smiled, "You needn't worry. My lips are sewn shut, now and always." he said as they approached the carriage with a couple horses for his guards stationed in front of said carriage.
The carriage door was opened by his maester who still looked worried, "Are you sure it's wise not to send a raven to the King informing him of your arrival?" he said, still weary of going to King's Landing, or anywhere the brothers ever meet, which is very rare considering their personalities.
"My shit-brother won't care if I send him a light signal to announce my arrival. Whether I tell him in advance or not, the results remain the same, I catch him at his shittiest moment in the worst possible situation." The young lord said as he settled into the carriage with the Maester sitting across from him.
The door closed before the carriage started to move, "The last I heard about what happened in King's Landing, your brother chopped off Eddard Stark's head and started a war. The war is still waging, and will continue until one king dies, and your brother, is even more vile than he was the last time you 'visited'." Maester Kaden said, warning him once again about the danger of coming to King's Landing could bring.
The young lord stroked the lion handle of his cane, his most valued 'toy' that he created years ago, "I'm well aware of the danger. I'm walking into the lion's den this time." he said, tightening his grip on his cane, knowing all too well the reason why this kingdom is being ripped apart.
"Technically, my lord, you yourself are a lion." Maester Kaden stated, earning him a snort of laughter from the lord, "I guess you're right, but the difference between me and the King, one was born as the weakling, while the other sapped the life out him in order to be strong." he said with a dry smile, forever bitter towards the Gods for allowing a sick twisted monster to live while he deteriorates from the inside out.
Maester Kaden sighed, despite how kind and benevolent the young lord is towards other people, he still remains cynical towards higher powers that allow the suffering of others while evil remains. "Well, look on the bright side, you'll see Tommen and Myrcella again, they'll be over the moon the moment they see you. Plus, I heard your Uncle Tyrion is acting Hand of the King while your Grandfather is on campaign." he said, trying to lighten his lord's spirit for the impending doom that awaits them in the Capital.
The young lord smirked, "Grandfather fighting in a war? That sounds comforting."
"Why do you say that? He is your family as well. Are you not his favorite Grandson?" Maester Kaden asked, not understanding his lord's words since Tywin practically dotes on him and have productive conversations with each other. Rumor has it that he was training his Grandson to be Hand to his other Grandson, the King.
"Grandfather is the real power behind the Crown, you know that. You also know that he is one of the most feared lords in all Seven Kingdoms, and despite his age, the years have not made him any kinder." The young lords stated, knowing all too well what his Grandfather is like with all that power at his command. He knows of what Tywin's pet, the Mountain, did to the Targaryen children towards the end of the rebellion, how he bought Robert Baratheon's favor with their corpses to make his daughter Queen, and thus, secure his family to the throne. "Between my Uncle and Grandfather, which would you prefer to be the Hand that leads the Seven Kingdoms?" Maester Kaden's silence to his question was all the answer he needed, "Didn't think so." he said, glancing out the window to see the Rock getting smaller as the carriage continued to move in the direction to the Capital.
"What are you going to say when you see your brother again?" Maeser Kaden asked, spurring away from the topic of Tywin and onto something more crucial.
"I'm going to walk right up to him and say 'fuck you'." The young lord said as he averted his eyes to the maester who gaped at his charge. "It was a joke...mostly" he said with a smile as Kaden nodded silently, dreading this next misadventure that will leave yet another bruise...and it's the young lord he will be treating out of this next chaos.
Looking out the window again, he tapped the top of his cane with his finger, "King's Landing, here I come." He said quietly, looking forward to 'reuniting' with his brother again.
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