Tyrion had tried to ask Jon for help, but the boy was too deep in denial, he was scared and yet blind. Tyrion had had to do it, the Throne room had always been too much for him, as he approached Daenerys she wouldn't even address him properly, she began making a whole speech about him freeing his brother, once Tyrion stood behind her he Jaime at age 17 standing there, torn between his honor and the possibility to save the Kingdom, now it was his turn, he stabbed his Queen in the back.

Jon had arrived moments later, Tyrion had expected him to kill him, a head for head, instead he protected him from Drogon and when Greyworm finally arrived they were both taken prisoners, he was glad he was still alive but his life didn't matter to himself, he was at peace knowing Sansa would open her doors to Jaime in gratitude for killing Daenerys, they had really underestimated her and now she was at the head board of the Game.

They were on the half way to the North when Jaime had actually begun to recover, Davos didn't speak with him, he had only told him about his understanding with Tyrion, even though Jaime didn't want to leave his brother at Daenerys's armies he also knew that he could never stand a fight, the fact that he was even breathing seemed already impossible, but he was planning on asking for Sansa's help, she didn't like him and he wouldn't be able to offer anything in return except his loyalty, he wondered if it had even existed once.

"Why did you go back?" Davos suddenly had asked him one night as they sat around a fire cooking a squirrel. His tone was rough and filled with anger, the old man could be scary as well.

Jaime had to look away and for the first time he allowed himself to explain his actions

"I went back to save my child. I knew Daenerys Targaryen would lose her mind when I heard she lost her second dragon. Cersei would have died anyway but only then I had a chance to save my child. Wouldn't have you done it?"

"I lost a son and a girl I loved as my own"

"And I lost four" he said in an even lower voice "I don't ask for your empathy Ser Davos; I have nothing but gratitude towards you. I know what I am, I know all the bad I did but I couldn't bare the thought of losing the last possibility of saving him"

Davos said no more and in the following days Jaime noticed the old man had relaxed around him more.

Jaime was brought in chains to Sansa Stark, he had almost laughed, they had to put a chain around his whole body so his left hand could be guarded.

Brienne was nowhere to be seen, it was strange, she must have asked Sansa to spare her seeing him since she was her sworn sword. He couldn't even think of seeing Brienne, how could he? He had hurt her, he hated himself for it, he was not a good man, he would never deserve her.

Davos appeared by his side and explained the contents of his previous letter and the exchange Tyrion had asked for, Sansa Stark's piercing gaze intimidated him, she reminded him of her mother, the damn woman would have been proud.

"Tyrion saved the Seven Kingdoms from any further destruction; the North is thankful, and we won't forget it. Jaime Lannister may stay in the Northern territory until he has recovered completely, afterwards he must leave." Sansa spoke completely ignoring him.

"Lady Sansa" Jaime found himself saying "I know I am in no position to have a word in this but- "

"No, you are not"

"But" he continued despite her interruption "we all owe Tyrion our lives, I must ask you to intercede for his life and freedom"

"The recovery of Jon Snow, the King in the North is and will be our priority in the negotiations"

"But not the man who saved the Seven Kingdoms? My Lady, my brother was never a warrior not even a good fighter, but he did what no else was brave enough to do"

Sansa Stark's eyes pierced his soul, a glint of hatred towards him shined.

"Sansa" Bran Stark suddenly called her; Jaime hadn't even noticed he was there "Tyrion and Jaime Lannister fought for the North in the Long Night, and Tyrion has fulfilled his part with Daenerys Targaryen"

The woman composed herself and spoke again "We will see for your brother's life as if he was one of our own"

"And I will take Jaime Lannister as my sworn sword" Bran spoke once more.

Jaime had to blink a couple of times to process what he had been told. The boy who he was responsible of crippling was asking him to be sworn to him, to protect his life and causes?

Even Ser Davos and Sansa has turned to him in surprise.

"That is if he accepts" Bran added.

"Of course, My Lord" Jaime answered right away.

He could hear Sansa protesting but his chains were taken off and he was standing before Brandon Stark, some one had handed him a sword and he swore a loyalty oath before him.

Only then he faced the rest of the room and found her close to the door, he couldn't help but to stare in awe, he had been such an idiot.

"I'm sorry" he mouthed; she left the room.

"Ser Jaime Lannister" Bran called him "we must speak in private, take me to my chambers"

Jaime pushed his Lord's chair with his good hand in a slow but steady step.

"Why?" was all he could ask to so many questions.

Bran stared back "You did this to Brandon Stark; it is only fair you pay with your service"

"I have no honor"

"You don't? I saw you giving away your own interests to save Kings Landing from Aerys, I saw you be faithful to your sister until the end of her days, protecting Tyrion as much as you could, losing your own hand to save a woman's virtue. I don't see honor; I know you have honor."

Jaime bent down in front of him "I will remain loyal to you until the last of my days"

"I know, arise Ser Jaime Lannister, we have much work to do"