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When Brienne came back to same spot her sister had previously shown her, she was not alone. She had dragged Jaime with her. All night it had bothered her that Sansa was here in King's Landing. The worst part was that she married to a Lannister. Lady Catelyn had charged her to protect them from that family and now it would be impossible. Well, not if Jaime did his part of the bargain.
"By the Gods Brienne, where are we going?" asked Jaime…almost complaining.
Finally, Brienne stopped and said:
"There she is." She was pointing at Sansa Stark.
"Yes there she is…and?"
"You made a promise."
"To return the Stark girls to their mother; who is now dead."
"To keep them safe."
"Well…." Started Jaime "Well, Arya Stark hasn't been seen since her father was killed. Where do you think she is? My money is on dead. There is a certain security in dead wouldn't you say? And Sansa Stark is now, Sansa Lannister. Bit of complication; don't you think?"
"Complications do not release you from a vow." Answered Brienne dryly
"What do want me to do? Kidnap my sister-in-law? Where would she be safe? Where would she be other than here?"
Brienne wanted to scream.
"Look me in the eye and tell me you really believe she will be safe here in King's Landing."
Brienne could see that Jaime was searching for a response, and clearly nothing came to mind. Instead, he just looked down for a few seconds then gave her an intense look.
"Are you sure we are not related?" asked Jaime
Brienne let out a loud sign. Really? Really? She though
"Since my return every Lannister has been a miserable pain in my ass. You have the hair for it…but not the looks."
By the gods she could strangle him sometimes. And other times…well others times she actually quite liked him. Brienne actually believed Jaime changed ever since their capture by the brave companions. For goodness sake he had returned to save her from the bear pit.
Jaime turned away to leave but stopped mid-way to face her again.
"Your sister, on the other hand, does have the looks." He said with smirk. "A sister that you never mentioned before. Really Brienne, I'm hurt, after all we've been through."
Brienne walked past him. "We all have things we want to keep private." She said, Jaime following her.
"Yes, I'm sure." He said "She seems very nice." He added "Nicer than you I might say."
"She is."
Jaime laughed.
"Shut up…you know what I meant." Said Brienne
A few days later.
By the Gods this is so hard, thought Jaime to himself as Bronn, Tyrion's sellsword friend was charging at him.
This was a bad idea. He should never have accepted Tyrion's idea. He should just practice by himself away from everyone. And the worst was that he had to pay him. Jaime tried a few times to spin his sword in his left hand. It was heavier than he thought.
Then Bronn had made him change swords. A sparring sword. A fucking sparring sword. The last time he had used that he was nine years old.
And so they sparred. Or at least Bronn did. Jaime tried his best and it wasn't really pretty.
At one point, Jaime had enough. But Bronn kept charging him. It was only then, that a mass of sand blond hair caught his eye. He recognized that hair, he had seen it far too long these past months.
Elaine sat on a rock ledge, watching Ser Jaime and some man, fighting. It made her think of her sister and the story she had told her last night; the one where Brienne bet Ser Jaime on a bridge before their capture. It must have been a sight to see.
And then she had told her about Vaggo Hoat…And Jaime's hand. Gods, Elaine wasn't a knight but her sister was one. She could feel Brienne's sadness as she told the story.
"It's really impolite to spy on people." Said a voice behind her making her come out of her thoughts.
"I wasn't spying." Said Elaine " Spying, implies that one is hiding and watching…I was only watching." Said Elaine. It was, in fact, Ser Jaime himself. He was far more decent looking now. He was actually quite good looking.
"I'm afraid we haven't met properly." He said. "Jaime Lannister." He said, while extending his hand.
"Elaine of Tarth," she said, taking his hand in hers. "I've heard a lot about you Ser Jaime."
"And I…Well nothing really. I didn't even know you existed."
"Ah, well maybe you should have listened to your maesters teaching's during your lessons."
"Brienne never said she had a sister."
"We had a brother as well…Once upon a time." Said Elaine
Gods, how much did Brienne actually kept private, though Jaime.
"So, are you here to teach me a lesson as well? Although, I must confess, I'm not sure if you could."
It was true; Elaine was not as muscular as Brienne. She was tall, had broad shoulders but nothing more.
"Well we all have our strengths and abilities." Said Elaine "Life would be to boring if we were all the same."
"And what is yours?" asked Jaime "Archery? The Bravosi sword perhaps?"
"Gods no. I leave all the physical stuff to my sister. I have no interest for it whatsoever." Said Elaine
"I'm more of a book person. The mind can be stronger than the sword. And a good swordsman knows how to use both."
That comment made Jaime think of Tyrion. It was the sort of answer he would sometimes give. Then, a snort brought them back to reality. It was Bronn. Jaime had forgotten about him. Elaine turned her head a little to face the sellsword and raised an eyebrow at him.
"Oh beg your pardon Missy." He said "Ser Bronn, of the Blackwater." He added, bowing to her.
"No doubt of the great house of Blackwater." Said Elaine.
Jaime had to control his laughter.
"I have been knighted for my great courage on the battlefield yes."
Elaine simply nodded.
"Well, My Lords" she said exaggerating the word Lords. "I must find my sister now. If you would excuse me." She said
Both Jaime and Bronn moved aside to let her pass. Once she had walked away a little from their position, Jaime heard Bronn clear his throat…
"I like her" said Bronn.
Somehow, Jaime didn't like that fact.