He was lost in thought thinking of his sister, the war, the kingdom, his brother, and the hand he seemed to be missing, oh did he ever stop think of his hand. He came upon his bed chambers were his companions Bronn was waiting to greet him. "What a night Lannister, I think little of Kings Landing but the whores and booze make the thinking go away" he said with his usual charming demeanor. "Bronn it is quite late, what do you want?" asked Jaime as he rubbed his forehead in light frustration. "Looking for conversation since the whores offer a poor one and the night is too young to call it in" he said with a smile on his drunk face. Jaime thought of the awkward night he had with Cersei and how taking a second for enjoyment could help him clear his mind. "Come in then, I have a great wine from Old Town that was gifted to my nephew for his wedding" he said, with a touch of the pain of his son's passing. Jaime and Bronn entered his room in the tower that was dimly lit and quiet.
