Jaime cursed as he was shoved for the third time that day by a street urchin in King's Landing's muddy and filthy streets.
"Out of the way, country' boy" a peasant shouted at the once glorious knight. Jaime sighed in frustration. Of course, no one recognized him now. Jaime's famous golden hair were shaved and he had grown a shaggy beard, something that he knew Lord Tywin would never approve of. But, that wasn't at least the worst of it. His right hand, with which he had held a sword since the tender age of seven, was now rotting somewhere in the riverlands. The stump Jaime was left with wasn't any use even at eating. Jaime's pride was deeply wounded and he knew he would never be the same man ever again. The only thing he was ever good at in his whole life was fighting and fucking…and now he had lost all hope of fighting. Only one alternative remained.
Cersei. Jaime's thoughts were constantly occupied by his beautiful twin sister. He had kept himself sane by solely thinking of her kisses, just like he had done back then when he was servicing the Mad King. When that bloody Vargo Hoat had cut his hand and tortured him mercilessly, Jaime was only thinking that he should live so that he could see Cersei at least on last time. That's the only reason Jaime had been pressing the wench, Brienne of Tarth, not to rest at night and to eat while riding so that he could meet Cersei as soon as possible. The wench, who was currently steading him so that he wouldn't fall in the filth and embarrass himself even more. Jaime hated the wench at first, never regarding her as an equal fighter, but more as a monstrous crime of nature. But, after all they've been through, Jaime had grown strangely protective towards her. The Lady Brienne had saved his life and Jaime thought that without her, he could still be back to Harrenhal accompanying Lord Bolton and his leeches.
Brienne didn't look much like a lady now. The armor Lord Bolton had given her, made with castle-forged steel, was hidden beneath a dirty, woolen cloak that smelt like people living in the Mud Gate. The hood kept her face hidden, with only her blue eyes showing their stern look. Jaime wasn't much better though. He looked nothing like the handsome, shining knight of the Kingsguard people had known. The arrogance had left him and the proud look in his eyes had vanished, leaving just a suspicious one with only a spark of life.
That's the main reason why the two redcloaks had stopped them from entering the Red Keep and threatened to throw them in the dungeons, or worse, to Lord Tywin's mercy.
"I am the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, fool," Jaime shouted angrily, a hint of his old self coming suddenly back to life. "This is my escort, Lady Brienne of Tarth."
"The hell you—'' one of the guards started to say, grabbing his sword, but the other one seemed to recognize Jaime and hissed an order to his mate, while sheathing his sword. The first guard stared fearfully at Jaime and muttered an apology.
"Beg your pardon, m'lord," the older redcloak said. "The lad didn't know who you were."
Jaime grunted an answer as he stepped into the Red Keep, Brienne whispering an order to the younger guard. He seemed relieved and started running towards the servant's hall, spluttering Jaime with rainwater.
"I asked him to announce us to your father," said Brienne cautiously, as if expecting Jaime to protest.
"Cersei first. I can't deal with my father right now." Jaime spat, making his way quickly into the half-forgotten labyrinth of the Red Keep.
"But Lord Tywin will surely…" Brienne started, struggling to keep up with Jaime's pace.
"I have to see my sister first. Can you go and inform him of our arrival? Tell him I will meet him when I am presentable again…Brienne," said Jaime desperately looking at Brienne. The Beauty of Tarth nodded and Jaime didn't wait to hear her response. He turned around almost rudely and started running down the halls to Cersei's chambers. Jaime's heart was beating a thousand times faster, knowing that the moment he had anticipated for almost a month was close. He avoided the sideway stared he got from servants and maids. The only thing that mattered was to hold his sister in his arms again. Jaime didn't even care that his whole body stinked and his clothes were ragged. He knew that his twin would never reject him. They had been born together. They were meant to be together always.
Jaime stopped before the wooden door. He could hear the rustling of fabric inside and his blood was thumping in his ears. His eyes watered from the power of his emotions, creating clear, teary paths in his face. The queen's lover took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
Cersei was sitting with her back turned on him. Her long, golden hair were glimmering in the bright sun, their length almost at her waist. Her bedroom had a view to all the city of King's Landing and his twin looked peaceful, even serene, standing there, her face bathed in the morning sunlight and her green eyes the same shade of her brother's.
Jaime thought he had been standing at the doorway for a thousand years, trying to take in the wonderful image. But, then Cersei turned abruptly, probably expecting to see her handmaiden. When her gaze fell on him, Jaime thought his heart skipped a beat. She froze and her mouth opened, in a motion to call her guards. She didn't though, and as she realized who she was looking at, her facial expressions changed dramatically. She looked at Jaime almost disgustingly, as if she couldn't believe that the peasant before her was her twin brother. Jaime felt his stump burn as Cersei's gaze was glued upon it.
"Jaime…is that you?" Cersei whispered, getting up from her seat and approaching him with hesitated steps.
"Yes. I just arrived here. I was riding day and night to come to you. I haven't met anyone else yet." Jaime emphasized the last words, trying to make Cersei understand that he did all this for her. Her reaction wasn't at all the one Jaime was expecting.
"Your hand." Cersei said, reaching out as if to touch him but then stopped her motion, letting her hand fall. "What happened?" she asked, as if she still couldn't believe Jaime was really there.
"That doesn't matter now. I am here. We are together." Jaime said.
"What do you mean it doesn't matter?" Cersei asked angrily, her cheeks flushing. "You are too late, Jaime. You weren't there when I needed you. When…" his sister chocked in her words.
"It wasn't as if I could come sooner," Jaime protested, suddenly annoyed.
" Our son is dead, Jaime" Cersei spat, her voice raising. "And now, with your hand, you can't protect Tommen either." She said, shooting a scornful look at Jaime.
Jaime was speechless. He couldn't believe that the person he loved the most in the world was so indifferent towards him. Cersei didn't seem to care at all about him.
"You must resign from the Kingsguard. You have to become Lord of Casterly Rock and rule beside me." Cersei's face flashed, now looking at Jaime like a wolf its prey.
"No," said Jaime sternly, coming back to his senses. " I won't do that. You were the one who made me join the Kingsguard in the first place."
"Yes, so that we will be together. Now all it takes to be together is to claim your birthright!" Cersei reached and cupped his face, her eyes like wildfire.
Jaime flinched at her touch. He didn't know that woman, that stranger. He stepped back a few paces.
"Excuse me, my queen. I need to speak with Lord Tywin. I shall see you at dinner." Jaime muttered disgustingly, leaving through the door without so much as a glance to his sister. She didn't pursue him. All hope was lost to Jaime.
Jaime would never think he would find himself in this position. He had given up everything for Cersei and now, the second he was less than perfect, Cersei decided she had no longer use of him. Jaime was so angry that if he had his sword hand he would kill anyone on sight. He leaned against a wall and closed his eyes, his hand balling in a fist.
Why did the gods made him love such a hateful woman?
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