Will poor Jaime ever get some sleep?

Jaime POV

"Cersei, stop complaining. I chose to be a member of the Kingsguard because YOU made me. I am entitled to no inheritance. Casterly Rock belongs to Tyrion." Jaime yelled at her. Seven Hells! Cersei can be so infuriating!

"That little monster would sooner turn our GREAT KEEP into a WHOREHOUSE than even thinking of ruling reasonably." Cersei replied blinded by rage and hate for their little brother she called a beast.

"Maybe Uncle Kevan was right. Maybe you should return to Rock and Tyrion could rule as Regent." Jaime told her waving his arms about. "I swear birthing does something to your brains. You have become more insane every day."

Cersei, the blonde beauty slapped him. He laughed and threw her onto her own bed.

"Who will save you but your own Kingsguard?" Jaime asked with a smirk.

"Get off!" She pushed him back only slightly but it gave her enough distance to be able to flee and open the door.

"Leave. Now." Gods Cersei. How can you be so blind to everything?

"You wound me dear sister. I only mean to think of what is better for you. With Tyrion ruling Westeros, we would all be in a much safer, stable place."

"What you speak of is treason. My son is king-"

"Our son!"

"His uncle cannot be Regent."

"Your loss. Tyrion's tongue could-"

"-be ripped out with yours if you don't stop speaking!" Cersei said slamming the door to her room in his face. He heard her release several sobs though she tried to stifle them.

Jaime Lannister walked to the White Sword Tower where only one of his brothers were sleeping. Loras Tyrell was off guarding King Tommen and Queen Margaery Tyrell while Ser Robert Strong and Ser Meryn Trant were standing outside the Queen Regent's room. Balon Swann was in Dorne for some reason unbeknownst to Jaime. And the oaf sellsword Cersei hired, Osmund Kettleback was rotting in the dungeons of the Red Keep.

Jaime Lannister walked up to his own quarters in the Chamber of The Lord Commander of the Kingsguard. It had been a long day with too many Small Council meetings and Jaime had had too much of his sister's insanity. Jaime hung up his cloak on a peg just inside the door and looked around.

Seven Hells, what have we come to? On the Iron Throne is a Bastard. Ruling as Regent is a Broken Thing and protecting the two is Crippled me.

A single candle was lit on his bedside table. Jaime Lannister removed his armor a little less clumsily now that he was adapting to his incredibly heavy golden hand. He sighed as he poured himself a glass of Dornish wine to help him sleep. Maybe some Essence of Nightshade will do the trick. But then I would have to summon a squire to wake the useless oaf Pycelle. I think I am tired enough. I don't need potions to sleep.

Jaime Lannister removed his shoes and sat on his bed warily. He ran his fingers to his once again clean golden hair.

"Ser Jaime!" A voice said cheerfully.

Jaime Lannister yelped looking up with surprise as a little girl started laughing. The Little Maiden of the Trees had found her way into the Red Keep and was now hanging upside down from the ceiling of his bed.

"Xuan Lien!" He grabbed her and set her down on the ground right side up. "SHHH It's not safe here! You have to go."

"But Ser Jaime, I haven't seen you for days! You said you'd visit me in the trees. Don't tell me you lied!" the little girl cried angrily with her eyes growing wider and watery with tears threatening to fall. He wiped her face.

"No. I didn't lie. I will come visit you. I have just been busy, my little maiden of the trees."

"What is this place anyway?" The little Kinh asked touching everything. She picked up a cup of wine and smelled it then turned away in disgust at the sour smell and repulsed by the possibly bitter taste.

"This is where the Cloaks are. You have to leave or they will lock you up in chains and never let you sleep." Jaime said seriously.

The girl whipped around in fear. "Cloaks are here? Did they take you? Are you hurt? Are you a prisoner?" She leapt into his lap kneeling on his knees and pried his eyelid open and looked into his head checking for any sign of injury.

"I am not a prisoner. It's different for me. I am safe here but you aren't." Jaime Lannister said sadly.

"I don't understand. You told me where you go, I would be welcome and free. I guess things have changed." The little Kinh looked away sadly as a tear fell on the silk carpets from Quarth. "You did lie to me."

Her words pierced his heart like a knife sharper than Cersei could ever throw at him.

"I am sorry, Xuan Lien. I promise I will find a way for us to meet with no one seeing."

"Your promises are like the dirt washed away in the streams. It's worthless and gone and can never be retrieved!" The Kinh replied angrily with tears pouring down her little face.

Jaime had to think quickly before the tiny girl's chest exploded with how rapidly she was breathing. He pulled her into a hug. "How about this? Every night you can come here and visit me, BUT you mustn't be seen by anyone-"

"Especially the Queen."

"Exactly. This is the Red Keep, we have come to a dangerous place and we can't leave for too many reasons."

"Promise me you will never lie to me. Promise me you will never leave, and promise me these will promises you will actually keep." the Little Kinh said calming her weeping.

"I promise, my sweet little Maiden of the Trees." Jaime replied kissing her head. Please. Please don't be seen. Don't be caught by the Queen. Don't be caught by Cersei. Please stay sweet, my little innocent. For me.