Jamie manages to throw a spear at Danyres, but he misses and it hits Drogon. The spear lands into its garguntan mouth right into the centre of the glands which spitted the metal burning fire. THe spear hits the very core of dragon's lifesource and with a deafening roar equal to the sound of a thousand drums Drgo is engulfed in its own flames. Jamie falls down into the water, his armor suit drowning him into a silent and peaceful death than the one he has inflicted on his adversary the mad kings daughter.
But Danerys does not burn, oh poor Jamie with his one fake arm, his lancel and armor of red and gold does not know. She is the mother of dragons. Fire will not kill her. There she lies naked near her favorite dragon amidst the rotting smell of dead bodies and the stickiness of human blood in the air.
"They will come for me", a thought floats through her mind and she faints more out of exhaustion than any real injury. She does not sleep well or at all and is grateful for this unknown force that throws her into the air.
Jamies is saved too, he is not dead as he lies entangled on a patch of river weed downstream. His practices of dressing himself with his one arm have helped him. He had managed to throw away his armor and swim back to safety, all with one arm. He congratulates himself in his mind, he has killed a humongous fire spitting dragon; a feat no means unworthy of a great knight. He could imagine his name written down in history books but the self gratuitous feeling soon passes and he realizes that it was the old Jamie who would have gloated over this hollow victory. The new Jamie's heart is filled with such indescribable sadness that it no longer cares for conquests of any kind. He thinks of the girl and remembers with regret that he was the one who had given the news of her birth to the mad king, and it will be him again who will report of her death to an equally mad queen. It has been a tough life and he wishes momentarily to die in this cool watery grave. It won't be a bad way to go but now is not that time; he must die with his sister just the way he was born with her. He is incomplete without her. People talk of him as if he exists alone but they do not understand that he lives on partly inside his sister. It was part of him that blowed up the high septon, part of him that drove his youngest son to sucide...
With a sudden movement Jamie shrugs off the weeds and moves to the land. He does not know how long he had laid there stupor like alone with his thoughts but now it is midnight and the smell of the dead is nauseating in the air. He walks upstream to where the dragon had exploded. In the dark there are outlines of people who flay their limbs on ground and the injured who walk and then fall again. Jamie ignores them he has spent a lifetime in battle and has become all but immune to men's suffering.
The dragon was easy to find, dark even in the dark night and terrifying even in death. The girl was another matter. He wasn't looking for her body which he assumed would be burnt without recognition. But an insignia, maybe a clip of her hair, a ring, a crown could definitely be found. Kings and Queens seldom die anonymously.
"How are you alive", Jamie mutters as he catches sight of the naked girl with her trademark silvery hair lying next to the mountain of ash that was once her most ferocious dragon.
He approaches her, she is so young and so beautiful. She appears to be sleeping peacefully. He turns her over and watches her body in wonderment and then checks her breathing placing his fingers near her nose.
Danerys wakes up with a start. She stares at him for a moment and he holds his breath, she has the most beautiful eyes he has ever seen. Almost purple.
Danys wrenches herself away from his grip, failing her arms and legs wildly and he tries to control her and grab her so she can't run away but in doing so he becomes aware of her nakedness and ashamed of himself lets her go.
Dany staggers back and falls on the ground a little astounded by his sudden movement and then turns around and lets out the most blood curdling scream ever. Her son is dead.
Jamie waits for almost like an eternity while Danyres cries and beats the dusty ground with her hands, her face full of dirt and mud, her hands caked with blood.
When it appears that she will never stop, he undresses a dead soldiers shirt and fills some water in a lying bascinet and approaches her. Danerys is doubled over on the ground sobbing in her grief, Jamie pats her on her back and pushes the water near her mouth.
"Drink this", just as soon as the words are out of his mouth, Danerys leaps at him like a tigress in fury and he falls back in surprise. Danerys face is contorted in anger, her eyes are bloodshot and her fingers although soft and feeble clutch at his necks in a death like grip. She pins him down on the ground and is on top of him in no time.
"Who are you?" Danys shouts at him, "What do you want"
She is a child, Jamie thinks. "I am just a soldier, I want to help you"
"Lannister Soldier" , Danerys dugs her nails deeper into his neck, "I am going to kill you"
"Lannister, yes but I mean no harm, the battle is over. I just came to pick up the sick and injured and then I saw you. I brought some clothes for you"
There is no weapon in sight so Danerys grabs the bassinet and holds it high above her head in order it to smash it on his face.
Jamie does not fight her; he merely puts his one arm in front of his face in self-defence.
Danerys notices he has as an arm missing.
"Jamie Lannister has one arm missing. You are him", she screams.
"My Lady, listen to me, I think you will find many cripples in Westeros and not all them are the great knight"
Danerys seems to consider this for a moment. The piece of shirt lies near her as he had said but she has no way of knowing if he is telling the truth.
"How do I know if I let you go, you will not hurt me"
"My child, look if I wanted to hurt you, I would have already did, one hand or not", Jamie blurts out.
It was the hard truth and as truths do hit the right stop. Danerys realizes and how ridiculous the situation is, her small and naked self trying to kill a full grown man with bare hands. She lets go and grabs the shirt.
And then as she wears it she sits down again, tired and hurting.
There is a biting chill in the air and the smell of the dead is overpowering.
Danerys no longer seems to be aware of him. "He was my child", she says to no one in particular. Jamie looks at her, he had killed her father and her child, there was no way he was going to let her become captive of Cersei.
"My Lady listen to me, it is not safe for you here, you must leave immediately"
But Danerys sits there staring forever at the pile of ashes; unseeing and unhearing.
More people are shuffling in the dark and Jamies knows that he must get her out of this place immediately.
He squats down and faces her fully, "If you are to live, you must get away far from this place and when there is light, you must go to your army camp, do you understand me"
There is an almost imperceptible nod or so Jamie imagines and he picks her up, she does not resist and he drags her away.
They walk or rather Jamie drags Danerys until they were deep in the woods. He knows this place because earlier he had asked some soldiers to dig some trenches there. It is underground and they will be safe from wind and sight of violent ravenous Lannister soldiers willing to rape and murder the dragon lady who brought dothraki to their homes.
Jamies pulls her down. "It will do for the night. The Lannisters will not come this way, the opposite way is nearer to Kings Landing and they will most likely take that path", he tells her ,"When there is light you must stay in the woods to keep hidden, whatever you do cover your hair, try to pass for a country girl and reach you camp as fast as you can. It should not be very far. Ok"
But Danerys has crossed over, She no longer listens, no longer sees. Her little frames shakes in uncontrollable heaves and she lets out bursts of tears and sobs in intervals. She has doubled up again and is back to the world of grasslands where her people the dothraki lived . She does not want to be queen of Westeros anymore, she wants to war horse hide and eat horsemeat and roam the grasslands on her Drogon and her Drogo nearby.
Jamie wants to leave her, he wants to rid himself of her responsibility. He had tried to kill her some hours back, when she was the enemy and in battle, but now she is just a young girl, this mother of dragons greiving for her child. A wave of guilt overcomes him, so he stays unwillingly and holds her.
Hours pass or minutes it is hard to say. Somewhere in middle of all the grieving Danerys starts screaming again and again.
"Hush, Hush" Jamies covers her mouth , "The soldiers will hear you"
"Make it stop, please make it stop" She cries again and again"Do something, the hurt, this suffocation in my heart. I want him back, I want him back so much I can not breathe"
"Just try to calm down"
"You do not know how it feels like", she is beyond control now
"I do, I lost children of my own. I know how it feels like" Jamies spats out at her.
This seems to reach her.
"Then do something, do something to make it stop. Oh my god I cannot breathe", she pleads and begs him holding Jamie tight clutching at his chest. Her breathing is irregular and come is short bursts. She clutches her heart with another hand in a vice like grip