Author's note: This story takes place after Jaime has returned to King's Landing without a hand. Joffrey is dead. Myrcella is dead. Unlike the TV Show, he knows about Cersei's affairs with Lancel Lannister and the Kettleblacks. He is no longer in love with her (more like in the books when he receives her letter in the Riverlands and burns it) and has begun to realize that she is more interested in power than in him. Cersei's one redeeming quality has been her love for her children. That is no different in this story. Flora may seem like a predictable nicey character at first but she too will have flaws revealed later in the story. This story has gotten a few unhappy reviews for whatever reason. I will say nothing more to defend it. If you don't like my story please just read something else.

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Flora awoke from the dream to a cold breeze blowing through the branches of the tree where she slept. She didn't mind the cold or the darkness of night around her. It was much colder than this at home and darkness was nothing to fear. It was the dream that had her disturbed. Flora had dreamt of this man every night for months, for nearly a year truthfully. The greensight would not let her forget him. By now she knew every detail of his life. She knew of his love for his sister, his protectiveness of his small brother, of the way he only felt whole with a sword. She knew that he was a man of honor in spite of what people believed about him. And she knew what the future held for him. At least some of it anyway.

Flora waited until the sun had fully risen before climbing down from the tree. She smiled when her feet touched the ground. The grass her was greener and taller her than she'd ever seen. Of course that was to be expected. She'd never been South of the Wall before. There was snow on the ground most of the time back home. She lifted the hood on her ragged brown cloak to cover her hair and obscure her face. She liked this place. She liked the people. They didn't like her. It was best to remain unnoticed whenever she could.

Flora took an apple from the cloth sack she carried and began to eat as she walked. She watched for other sources of edible vegetation as she walked. Most days she was able to find enough. If she were lucky, some kind farmer might offer her bread or cheese. If not she wouldn't starve. She had never needed much food to get by. Flora had been traveling for months. Any day now she would reach her destination and the difficult part of the journey would begin. She came over the top of a hill and saw it ahead in the distance, King's Landing City.

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The secluded area on the beach was Jaime's favorite place to practice using a sword with his left hand. It couldn't be seen from the city walls and no one ever visited here. No one ever came there except for that day. As Jaime entered the open area on the beach he saw a hooded female figure. She was short in stature, not as short as Tyrion but still shorter than most women. He couldn't see her face but he could see that she was facing his direction as if she were waiting for him. Her clothes were ragged so if she were someone sent to spy on him it was a poor disguise.

"Ser Jaime Lannister?" She asked as he approached her.

"I am. Who are you?"

"I am Flora. I came here to help you." She said.

"Did you now?" Jaime wanted to laugh. Was this how Baelish was operating his brothels now? Sending out women dressed as beggars. "Well unless you are here to spar with me, I don't think I'll be needing any help."

She lifted her hand and only then did he notice that she was holding a wooden staff. The length of it had been laid out on the ground behind her. "I will spar with you." She said, pulling down the hood of her cloak.

Jaime couldn't help but take a step back. The woman standing before him didn't look quite human. Her hair was braided around the top of her head in a wild and untamed fashion. There were sprigs of green growing out of her head, Not just adorning her red brown hair, but growing as part of it. Her eyes were just a little larger than they should have been as well. He might not have noticed the large blue eyes if they had been they only distinct feature she had. With the hair being as it was he couldn't help but notice.

"What… what are you?" He asked.

"You are educated, I trust you have heard of the Children of the Forest?" She asked.

"The mythical race that helped build the Wall?" He asked with disbelief.

"Do I look like a myth to you?" She said.

"This has to be some trick. How have you attached leaves to your hair like that?"

"It is no trick." Flora said. She reached up and unbound her hair, allowing the locks and the leaves to fall free. "See for yourself." She took a step closer to him and he reached out and tugged at one of the leaves in her hair. It pulled free with a strand of hair still attached.

While he remained gazing at the hair, Flora untied her cloak and tossed it aside on the beach. "Will you spar with me or not Ser?" She asked.

"You want to use a stick against a sword?" He asked her, amused.

"I'm not afraid of your steel." She said raising her staff.

Jaime unsheathed his sword. The staff hit him in the face before he could even react. The small woman, or child of the forest, or whatever she was, was much more swift and strong than he had expected. Jaime felt as if he were fighting a small version of Oberyn Martell. He had never been any good with his left hand. He tried to block her blows but in a short time she knocked the sword out of his hands. Jaime raised his hands in surrender. "You win."

"You need my help." She said firmly.

"Look even if I believe that you are from a mythical race, how is it that you're supposed to help me? I don't care how long I train against you and your staff. I'm always going to be shit with a sword now." Jaime said. "You can't help me."

"You will not always be shit with a sword. I have seen it. I have seen you lay waste to a hundred White Walkers with the sword called Brightroar in your left hand." Flora told him earnestly.

Jaime wanted to laugh but he held back. "Brightroar? The Lannister Valyrian Steel Sword has been lost a long time you know?"

"Not anymore. I know where it is." She said.

"This is insane." Jaime said, moving away from her. He'd just have to practice some other time. He wasn't going to listen to any of this for a moment longer.

"Tonight you will see a cousin that you have not seen for nine years." She called after him. "I have seen it. I will be in the godswood tomorrow when you are ready to speak with me."

Jaime kept walking and did not look back.

Flora waited patiently in the godswood. She knew he was coming even before she heard his footsteps. She hadn't minded waiting, or she wouldn't have if not for the hunger. It was a lot more difficult to find food in a city than it had been in the wild.

"You were right." Jaime said, sitting down at the heart tree a few feet away from where she sat. "I saw a cousin whom I hadn't seen in nine years. He came to the city secretly. How could you have known that he was coming?"

"I have greensight. I see things in my dreams that men do not see. It is because my mother was of the Children of the Forest. My father was of the Free Folk and he raised me. I learned of the greensight later…" Flora said. "You have been in all of my dreams for the better part of a year. I had to come here. I can help you and you can help me."

"How? Now I'm not saying I believe you, but how is it we are supposed to help each other?" He asked.

"You need Brightroar. Valyrian Steel is forged with blood magic, Brightroar with Lannister blood. That sword is meant to be yours. Left hand or right it will not matter. You will be able to fight with it." Flora said. "I can show you where to find it but in exchange you have to help defend the prince that was promised. The White Walkers will lay waste to the world if you do not."

"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about and I've never believed in blood magic. I just want to know who sent you? Was it Varys or Littlefinger… or maybe even Cersei?" Jaime asked. "What is it you really want?"

Flora sighed. This was going to be a very difficult task. "I want to show you something. Put your hand on the weirwood."

Jaime looked skeptical but he did as she asked. Flora put her own hand on the tree as well. Then she closed her eyes and concentrated hard. She wasn't entirely sure this would work as she had never tried it before. Her mind was filled with images of the future. The dark haired prince was surrounded by White Walkers. The blue eyed Walkers were closing in on all sides. The Prince killed two with his Valyrian blade. They shattered, then three more came and took the place of the dead. Men of the Watch died around him, their ordinary swords doing nothing to stop their enemy, The were reborn as Wights, fighting on the opposite side. All looked to be lost for the Prince until the flaming sword cuts into the horde of Walkers. Jaime is bearing Brightroar and he hacks away the threats to the Prince. The two of them continue to fight until all that is left are the two of them. They stop to breathe, relieved, but in the distance they can see more glowing eyes are coming. Flora pulls her hand away from the tree.

"Seven hells." Jaime gasps. "That was Jon Snow. And those things were White Walkers?"

"Yes, the man you call Jon Snow is the Prince that is Promised. He will deliver us from the White Walkers but even princes can not fight alone." Flora said. "You were once sworn to guard House Targaryen, surely you must want to find Brightroar and fulfill your oaths to House Targaryen?"

Jaime looked confused.

"Jon Snow is your rightful king. He is the son of Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen." Flora explained. She sometimes forgot that not everyone knew the things that she knew. "If ever a king needed guards, he will. Will you do this task or have I travelled all the way from beyond the wall for nothing?"