Jaime Lannister rides alone on the dirt road. No one is following him, not that he would expect that, though he almost believed that would happen. His sister sending an army to return him to King's Landing. He simply did not care about that, and his mood would have him taking them all on to the death if they even tried. He had dedicated his life to one person, and that person hadn't deserved it. Their love had been forbidden, and yes he did admit that he had truly loved her, loved her like no else could love another person. He still did. She was his other half, his twin, his soul mate. But this time, he was done with her lies. That's what they were all these many years, and he'd been a fool. She was actually so ambitious she would even kill him, or wish him dead. He knew she was not worth his love. He always knew that deep down. He just couldn't help himself, he'd even killed for her, more than once. He always felt in the end she had the best intentions. Slowly, as the walls would topple and the pebbles flew down he realized even more what a fool he was, and each time it happened, he would brush it aside. He had been so very blind. She had never made him want to be a better person. This time again she said she was carrying another child, but was that child even his? He wasn't sure anymore. She seemed to be in bed with Euron now, even if they never coupled. Of course, if Cersei was pregnant, it was most likely his child, but he just couldn't think about that right now.

If he was to be true to himself, Cersei brought out the infection. She was a boil that needed to be lanced. He never believed in his life that she of all people could be capable of pushing him aside for her own ambition. Not Jaime. They were no longer a team, and he could no longer depend on her. Perhaps he should have turned on her when she wished for Tyrion to be executed. She never cared for their brother. Not like Jaime did. Yes, Tyrion did kill their father, but the old man probably had it coming. He couldn't forgive Tyrion completely for that, but he couldn't help but still love him. Then, seeing Brienne did sting. She always knew how to make Jaime want to be a better man, and he could feel her disappointment in him. Her opinion of him meant volumes, and he had let her down bowing to Cersei's treachery again. He still couldn't help but think that perhaps another destiny awaited him. A more noble purpose.

He had nearly died, he felt his own death approaching. The water wasn't deep, but it had been a hopeless cause and he had given up. Bronn hadn't let him die, give up, or feel defeated. Of course Bronn wouldn't have. Riding out alone has made Jaime Lannister feel anew, reborn. He was just one man, but he was one man who had already changed the history of Westeros, and perhaps he had it left in him to do it again.