"I"m going to miss her. She was the closest thing we ever had to a mother," stated Selwyn Lannister.
"I know, me too, at least she's with father now though," replied his brother, Jaime, bending down to put flowers on the graves of their adoptive parents, Sansa Stark, and Tyrion Lannister.
"What do you think our real parents were like?" asked Selwyn.
"I am not sure. Fuck our father though for choosing to die with that sister of his," replied Jaime, tugging his beard in annoyance. The subject of their biological parents always put him in a bad mood.
"Well, he couldn't have known mom would die giving birth to us and leave us orphans," defended Selwyn.
"Perhaps not. You know, no one ever says we look like him. Or Brienne either for that matter," stated Jaime.
"Yeah. I wonder what ancestor we take after. Well, anyway, we best be heading back now. Unless you fancy a longer walk to visit Brienne's grave?"
"Nah, perhaps another time. Let's get back now," replied Jaime uninterestedly as he brushed his hand through his thick red hair.
The setting sun illuminated their hair, making it shine as brightly as the fire of a thousand suns as the two brothers headed back home.
