Chapter 1
The battle was won. Highgarden had fallen. The air is silent with the victory of house Lannister. Jaime knew his mission was accomplished, but his heart was heavy with the thought of his sister and how he would break the news. The news on who killed their son. All this time, Joffrey was suspected of being assassinated on his wedding day by no other than Jaime's own brother, Tyrion, the imp. Jaimes' head was swimming with doubt. The one thing that was clear was that a battle was won today, but the war was far from over. The ride home would have to be immediate, the roads could be dangerous and Kings Landing must be protected. The gold from the dead family of the Tyrells could change the war. The mission was a top priority. The gold had been collected and placed in a room, ready to be loaded into carts. Jaime felt a huge weight on his shoulder. Tired eyes and growing stubble were making him seem years older. The gold was spread out all over the chamber—mountains of it. The Tyrells were an old and rich family, and an extinct one at that. The last sac of gold was being brought in by a Lannister guard when a peculiar individual burst into the room from the shadows. "Well, if it isn't the famous Jaime Lannister, fancy meeting you here," said Bronn with his well known sarcasm. Bronn looked like a mess. Bloodied clothes, a cut on his face, and a look of someone who has had a few too many. "Bronn, will you get a hold of yourself, celebration happens when the war is won," said Jaime with all his responsibilities flashing in his head. "It seems like war does not take kindly to pretty boys, you look like the dead pretty boy I killed a few hours ago, what I'm trying to say is you look bad," said Bronn while laughing at his own jokes, if one can even call them that. Jaime fixed his eyes on the amount of gold pilled all over the floor while thinking if it would be enough, enough to put an end to all this madness. "Bronn, I've had a long day, my hand hurts, and so does the stump of my missing one, is there anything I can help you with?" asked Jaime with that tired look on his face he seems to always have nowadays. "It seems to me like you could use a whore or two, blonde of course, and something strong to drink, very very strong" said Bronn while eyeing the gleaming gold the torch light seemed to illuminate. The guard exits the room with the dismissal of Jaime, the Tyrell fortune has been accounted for. "With this money everything will be fine, or at least better now, I don't have time for foolish things like whores or drinks, I have an army to command, I must be alert" said Jaime while paying little attention to Bronn. Bronn's desire for the gold was evident by the lustful look his eyes held, this job would pay him handsomely, but the fortune sitting in this room was so grand, it could buy him a kingdom. At a time of war, a rich thief could really get around, just with a little fortune he could live a life of comfort for the rest of his days. Nobody had to even know, except it would be completely impossible to get away with it when Jaime couldn't even take his eyes off the bloody things. "War, war, war is such a dreadful thing, makes a person stressed, full of worries and woes, makes a man want some distractions" said Bronn with a hint of serenity in his voice as he approached Jaime from behind. Charm was one of his strengths, it had gotten him through many tough situations, and tonight it would get him a future of riches and opportunity.