I am so sorry this took so long. In my defense, I started college.

Hopefully the length makes up for it. This is the last chapter!

But lets just get to the story.

Jaime

Jaime, Robin, and Anne had been traveling together for weeks, months even, and had grown quite close over that time. For the first time in many, many years Jaime felt as though he had a family that actually cared. He was actually quite surprised at how quickly he had begun to consider the two to be his children, even if they weren't by blood. Anne had seemed to accept Jaime as her new father figure quite quickly, and for the very first time, Jaime could openly act like how he thought a father should. He could openly care about a child as his own instead of just as a 'nephew' or 'niece'. Strange how this adopted family was more like a family than his own blood relatives. Robin however proved a little harder to break through. He was distrusting and suspicious of everyone and everything, but Jaime couldn't blame him. Even still, while he seemed to trust that Jaime wouldn't hurt Anne, he didn't trust Jaime fully.

At night, if they couldn't find an inn to stay at or any villagers or townsfolk willing to let them in, they would sleep out under the stars or in an abandoned building, where Jaime would build them a nice fire for warmth and both Jaime and Robin would make sure Anne was in the driest and warmest place. If there was one thing they agreed on without argument, it was that Anne needed to be protected at all costs. Now that Jaime was there, they had finally managed to get a little more weight on both Anne and Robin, and with the weight came shinier hair, brighter eyes, and more energy. Jaime on the other hand, had seemed to of continued to lose weight. He didn't have much of an appetite anymore.

One of the nights they had to stay outside, Anne had fallen asleep early. She had managed to convince Jaime and Robin to play 'come into my castle' with her. Jaime was sure that no one in Kings Landing would ever let him live that down if they ever saw it. A 40 year old knight, the Lion of Lannister, the Kingslayer, playing 'come into my castle' with a little girl and her brother. Anne had exhausted herself though, and fell asleep shortly after eating the warm meat from the rabbit Jaime had roasted over the fire not too long ago.

Jaime had finally settled down in his spot for the night, his leg throbbing. While it had finally "healed" –rather hideously, in his opinion- it would still cause him pain in the colder weather or if it used it too much. Scar tissue made it look a little bigger than his other leg, and the skin was permanently red around the scar. Robin was sitting across the fire from him, staring into the flames with his knees drawn up and his chin resting on his knees. It was a quiet night and the sky was clear. The only sounds came from the crackle of the fire and the horses grazing a few feet away.

"I know who you are." Robin said suddenly, quietly. Jaime rose an eye brow and simply waited for Robin to continue. He knew he would. "I figured it out a few days after we meet you. You're the Kingslayer. Jaime Lannister." Robin looked at him accusingly, but his tone was even and he made no move to get up and attack him. Jaime had been teaching him how to fight, as best he could with his left hand.

"And how did you figure it out?" Jaime asked calmly. He wouldn't deny it, he knew there was no point.

"A few reasons. For one, your hair. The roots are blonde and I saw you trying to dye them a few days after we met. Then your horse is clearly a well bred one, the kind that knights and soldiers ride, not travelers. You would've had to either have stolen him or have been a knight already. And since you seemed to know him and trust him so much, I knew you couldn't have stolen him. The way you ride, it's as if you grew up in the saddle. You ride like a high born, with your back straight and shoulders back. You talk like a highborn. You never talk about your family, except to say you don't really have one anymore and you fought for the crown and 'went where the king told you'. I took all of that, and the fact that you have one hand and the other one is clearly made of good metal and not cheap, and the only person I could think that would fit those would be the Kingslayer." Robin explained.

Jaime nodded. "Good, you pay attention to who you meet. Do you know why they call me Kingslayer though?"

"Because you killed the mad king." Robin answered it with a slightly confused expression. It was a self explanatory name, technically.

"Yes, I killed King Aerys. But the one thing no one asks is why. No one ever asked me why I kill the king, not until the new dragon queen. Not even the most honorable of knights bother to ask why." Jaime explained. "The Mad King didn't just get his name for nothing, Robin. He burned people alive for the crime of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. When my father, Tywin Lannister, began the sack of Kings Landing, the Mad King was going to burn the whole city down with wyldfire. He thought he would be reborn as a dragon and be able to burn his enemies to death. And he was willing to kill everyone in the city in order to do it, women, children, elderly, sick, it didn't matter to him." Jaime was staring at the flames, remembering Aery's reign of terror over the Seven Kingdoms. Of all the horror Jaime had seen because of him. "Always ask why, Robin. There's a reason behind everything, I promise you that. Sometimes it might just be because someone felt like doing something, but sometimes, it's so much more than just wanting to do something. Always ask why."

"Why didn't you tell us who you were?" Robin asked.

"Would you have trusted me if I told you who I was?" Jaime answered with a question, glancing up from the flames to look at the boy in front of him.

"No, I wouldn't have. I would've waited until you were asleep and probably steal your money and your horse and leave you for the wolves."

Jaime laughed quietly. He would've done the same in his youth, probably. Or at least he would've threatened the same. "Do you still want to do that?"

"Not really. You're not exactly how I expected the Kingslayer to be like. My father had always talked about wanting to fight you." Robin's lips twitched a little, as if he almost smiled. "He used to say that if he ever got his hands on you, he would tie you up and cut off your cock and let you bleed to death. He hated you because you killed his best friend in a joust."

"Well, then I'm glad he never got his hands on me. I would rather keep down there intact and would prefer a quick death over a slow one." He pulled one knee up and rested his chin on it, sighing. Despite everything, he actually felt content here. He felt calm and at peace for once in his life. Robin seemed to be satisfied in his answers for now, and didn't appear to have any more questions. So for the next few hours, the two sat in silence around the fire. Jaime wondered if Robin was going to tell Anne who Jaime really was, or if he would let her continue on believing that his name was Jon and was just a soldier in the Kings old army? He would leave it up to Robin.

The next day, Robin didn't mention the conversation that he and Jaime had had the night before. Because of this, Anne continued to call Jaime Jon. Sometimes it was 'uncle Jon', but she would often get embarrassed when she slipped like that and turn bright red. Jaime didn't mind. While he did honestly like "Ser uncle Jaime" or just "Ser uncle" better, he knew he would never hear his actually son or his actual daughter say it again. And he also knew that he would not be having any more biological children. He was fine with this idea, however, content to live with just Robin and Anne. He had been helping Robin with his sword skills, using sticks they found on the road. It wasn't the best tool for learning, but it was all about movement and speed. Jaime had unarmed some of the best in his prime, before he lost his hand. They practiced early in the morning as the sun rose, then had breakfast with Anne, and they would head back out on the road to wherever they were going next.

But around noon, a strange feeling came over Jaime. It was hard to explain, an ache, a throb, numbness, he wasn't quite sure what it was. But he pulled Honor to a stop and tried to focus on the feeling, trying to pinpoint it. Robin and Anne stopped a few ahead and turned around.

"Jon? Are you okay?" Anne asked, in the innocent voice that only a child can have.

"I'm okay." Jaime told her, but he wasn't so sure. He looked back down the road they had come down. "Let's go this way instead. The further North we go, the colder. And winter is coming." He turned his horse in a 90 degree angle, heading away from the coast and away from the north. The other two didn't question him as he spurred Honor into a controlled gallop. Anne loved when they let the horses run, and both the horses seemed to enjoy running as well. They stopped and dismounted to water the horses and eat a little lunch. And still the feeling was there and Jaime was beginning to have a growing suspicion on what it was.

Several days later…

Jaime knew that he was dying when he realized he could no longer hold any food in his body. Everything he ate would go right through him, and if it wasn't exiting one way, it was going out the other. Anne and Robin had noticed this right away, even though Jaime still did his best to act normal. The lack of food was making him a little irritable and he didn't have as much energy. He knew he didn't have the bloody flux, or any flux for that matter. He had had a flux once, not a bad case of it but he was still one of the very few to be able to say he survived it. But this was something entirely different. It wasn't painful, his body just couldn't hold onto food anymore. He had changed their course back towards Kings Landing though, knowing he couldn't bring Anne and Robin North just to abandon them there when he died. Not if all these rumors of white walkers were true. At this point, he was willing to believe most anything. Dragons were back, so why not white walkers? He had seen proof of the living dead already anyway.

It was when they were a half day's ride from Kingslanding that Robin finally approached Jaime about what was going on. It was late and again, Anne was already asleep.

"Whats going on with you? You don't eat anymore, and whenever you do, you disappear right afterwards." Robin asked, his expression one mixed of concern and suspicion and maybe a hint of irritation. Jaime was exhausted. He didn't feel like sitting there and spending the night talking. He knew he didn't have much longer, and he had still had something he had to do. So he decided to just say it. Robin had a right to know.

"I'm dying, Robin." Jaime sighed. "And so I'm bringing you and Anne to Kingslanding. It smells like pig shit there, I won't lie about it. You don't have to stay there if you don't want to, but it's the only place I can think of that can protect you for the winter. My brother can get Anne a place in court where she has the chance to marry a man with enough money and land to keep her happy, and he won't make just a power match for her. You can become a knight, and be a better one than I was. Or you can head out on your own and find your own way. I just need you to deliver something for me."

"Deliver what?" Robin tilted his head. If he was surprised by Jaime's confession, he didn't act it.

Jaime pulled a book from his saddle bags, which he was leaning on. The book was beaten up, the cover plain leather and the pages looked as though they had gotten wet and then dried. "You need to bring this to Tyrion. When he gets it, tell him to open to the last page."

Robin hesitated, but then nodded. He would not let Jaime down. Jaime gave him a tired smile, before he pulled out his quill and scratched a few more pages into the book by the light of the full moon and the flickering orange light of the flame.

Robin

The next day was a little harder than Robin had expected it to be. He had suspected Jaime was sick for a while now, but after their time traveling together, after all the stories Jaime told them of what he had done in his time as a knight, he had seemed undefeatable. Immortal. But now Jaime was dying, and Robin could see it plain as day. They were in sight of the walls of Kingslanding now, standing on a hill overlooking the great city. To their left, a forest stretched out. The Kingswood, Jaime had told them, where had be knighted. Robin wasn't sure if he would stay in the capitol or not. He had always heard it was a dangerous place, and he wanted to protect Anne. But maybe this was his safest option. Besides, he had to deliver the book for Jaime.

"Aren't you coming with us?" Anne asked, looking up at Jaime with wide eyes. Robin was brought back to the present. The three were standing, having dismounted one last time before entering the city for a final rest break.

"I can't go in with you. But don't worry, you'll have fun. It'll be much warmer and more comfortable in the Red Keep than out here in the cold. And the food is much better too. You'll have a full belly every night." Jaime told her, ruffling her hair. Somehow, Jaime had managed to untangle all the knots from it and even braided it for her so it stayed out of her face. When Robin had questioned him about it, he had simply said his sister was his twin. Robin figured that he must've switched places with her during their lessons as children sometime.

"Will we see you again?" Anne asked. She look devastated at the idea of leaving Jaime behind. She had, after all, begun to see Jaime as a father figure.

"Maybe."

Robin could see Jaime was getting tired. He had noticed it a lot these past few days, the older knight simply couldn't keep up conversation as much as he used to. Now that he knew what was happening, he could see the signs much clearer. Jaime's hair, which had stopped dying as much, had gray in it now. His clothes were even looser on his frame and his face looked thin. He looked much older than he really was.

"Come on, Anne. We need to get moving if we're going to get there before dark." Robin said softly. Before he could pick up his sister and put her on the horse though, she ran forward and hugged Jaime. At first, the old lion seemed surprised and didn't seem to know how to react. But he hugged her back after a minute or two, the stump of his right hand against her back. He still had the golden hand, but had stopped wearing it for whatever reason. Finally, the little girl let go and ran back over to her brother, who lifted her up onto their horse.

In a last minute decision, one that he wasn't even sure when exactly or why he made it, Robin turned and wrapped Jaime in a hug as well. This surprised the older man even more than Anne's hug, but Robin was relieved to find he got a hug back. They didn't speak, but Robin hopped Jaime knew he was thankful for all he had done for him and his sister. They finally broke apart and Robin turned and mounted the horse without looking at Jaime, before he spurred the beast onward and they took off at a gallop. In front of him sat Anne, who looked back at Jaime as they rode away, waving while tears ran down her face. Robin hoped she wouldn't see his.

Tyrion

Over the time since Jaime had escaped, Tyrion had kept himself busy helping Dany set right the wrongs done by Cersei and Joffrey. It was proving quite the challenge, as lands were due to some while others were unfairly gifted lands and wealth that they didn't deserve. Bronn had come back out from hiding at some point and somehow managed to worm his way back into the castle guard. Tyrion suspected it had something to do with Gray Worm being amused by Bronn's lack of respect for rank and blunt humor. Despite the way the Unsullied leader had been trained and how long he had lived that way, he was beginning to show quite a bit of personality.

Tyrion was just starting to take a break and eat a small lunch when his door was pushed open and Bronn came in, followed by two children.

"Don't you know how to knock? I could've been naked." Tyrion protested, putting his wine down.

"If you think you have something I haven't seen, I'd love to see it. But lets not scar the little girl for life just yet." Bronn said, and motioned his two companions in. "These two managed to get in the castle grounds even after they were turned away at the gate. I figure they deserve a chance to speak with you after all the trouble it took for them to get here."

"Can it wait? I was eating."

"No, m'lord." The boy shook his head. His clothes were worn but didn't look too old and his hair was brown and messy. The little girl looked a lot like him, but her hair was neater and braided. The boy was holding a small leather bound book. "I was told to deliver this to you as soon as possible. It's from Ser Jaime."

That caught Tyrion's interest. His brother? What in the world had he gotten himself into now, and how did he manage to rope these kids into it? He got up and made his way over to the boy, who handed him the notebook.

"He told me to tell you to open to the last page as soon as you get it. He said it was important."

Tyrion opened to the last page, and found a note. It was written in the messy writing that he come to recognize as his brother's left hand, though it looked a little shakier than he had last seen.

Tyrion,

I know left without warning and I know I didn't do exactly as the queen told me to. I did not go to the places of the people I wronged to apologize in person. I was going to, I really was. But in my travels, I came across these two children, Robin and Anne. They've been traveling with me since we found each other. They're orphans from the war, and blame it on me going soft, but I didn't want to leave them out there alone with winter here. Find them a place in court, please. Robin will make a better knight than I was, a more honorable one. I've been training him as best I can with sticks and my left hand. Anne would make a good handmaiden to someone who will treat her kindly. They're good kids, give them a chance.

I want you to make sure your queen knows that I did not step foot back inside the city. I may not have kept my promise to go to each of the houses I did wrong, but I didn't go back into the city after I left and I didn't claim any lands. I traveled, but now my traveling is over and I'm back where this whole mess that took over a majority of my life started. That is where you will find my body and my horse, if you wish to return the old horse to the stable. Ser Barristan knows where.

And if by any chance you hear from Lady Brienne of Tarth, and she tries to return a sword called Oathkeeper, threaten to shove it through her arse if she doesn't keep the damn thing! Otherwise, give her my honest regards. It's one of my regrets that I didn't get the chance to see the great, lumbering wench again.

I love you little brother, and wish things could've ended differently.

-Jaime Lannister

Tyrion read it twice before looking back up at Bronn. "Get Ser Barristan and meet us at the stables. Quickly." He ordered, and something in his tone or perhaps in his expression made Bronn listen without questioning him. The man simply turned and hurried down the hall in search of the once great knight who was now an older man. The dwarf looked up at the other two people in the room. Anne and Robin were their names. Children, orphaned by the war, and seemingly adopted by Jaime. "You two stay in here. Don't leave this room until I know whats going on." He said and tried to move past them, but Robin followed him.

"M'lord, wait."

Tyrion paused and looked back. "I said to stay in the room."

"I know. I'll go in and stay in a minute, but you're not going to save Jaime. He's accepted it already. He knows he's dying." Robin said, the look in his eyes not one of a child but one of a boy who had been forced to grow up too quickly. Jaime had often had the same look in his eyes, Tyrion realized. The Mad King had taken any ounce of boyhood innocence from Jaime. And war had taken it from this boy. Tyrion just nodded and turned, continuing on his way. He felt Robin watching him.

By the time he reached the stables, Ser Barristan and Bronn were already there, three horses tacked up.

"Do you remember where Jaime was knighted?" Tyrion asked Ser Barristan as he was helped onto his horse. A good mount, quiet and comfortable. Perfect for a dwarf.

"Of course. But why-"

"Lead us there. Quickly."

The other two men mounted up and they tore out of the city, Ser Barristan sensing the urgency of this. The horses seemed to sense it too, and ran hard and true. When Barristan slowed, they were deep in the Kingswood. The sun was getting close to setting.

"My Lord, why are we here?"

"Look for a horse without a rider. Or for Jaime." Tyrion ordered, looking around. The other two looked confused, but didn't question it.

Bronn was the next to speak, however, not long after. His voice was quiet. "I found him." He dismounted just as Tyrion trotted over. The first thing the dwarf saw was the big brown horse, graying around the face and a little on the thin side. He was grazing quietly beside a tree, unsaddled and unbridled, no hobbles on his feet. On the ground by the tree, was Jaime Lannister. He was laying too still, his eyes closed. There was a smell around him that made the other horses shy away. Barristan dismounted and helped Tyrion down silently. The dwarf made his way over to his brother on legs shaky from riding, and in part from disbelief. He sat down beside his brother's head and put a hand on his throat, but there was no pulse and the skin was beginning to cool. He had been too late. Jaime was dead.

"Honor." Barristan said, and the horse looked up. Tyrion looked over at the old knight as well. "That was what Jaime's squires had named his horse. The oldest one, Peck I think his name is. I heard him talking to another boy saying 'Jaime took Honor'. I said there's no honor in killing your king, and he told me 'Honor' was what they called his horse. And then some other choice names as well, but that's not important right now." The old knight explained. He took a rope from the saddle bags that were laying by the tree and tied it around Honor's neck to lead the horse back to the stables.

"Get him on the horse." Tyrion ordered, his voice dull and emotionless. "We're bringing him back to Kingslanding, then I'll have him shipped back to Casterly Rock."

Bronn and Ser Barristan worked silently. They used some extra rope to make sure he wouldn't fall off and then once everyone was on, they made the journey back to Kingslanding.

They arrived back at the Red Keep late that night, the moon already high. Dany was waiting by the stables when they came in, Gray Worm and Missandei by her side as always.

"Will someone explain?" Dany asked, though to say she wasn't annoyed would be to lie.

"In the morning." Tyrion replied, stiffly climbing down from his horse. Turning to Bronn and Barristan he said, "Bring him the sept and have them prepare the body for funeral. His red and gold armor and I guess the red cloak."

"My lord, if I may suggest, perhaps the white cloak would be more suiting." Ser Barristan suggested. Tyrion looked over at him, confused. "As far as I've been told, you never approved of Jaime's place in the Kingsguard."

"He didn't chose to be a part of the Kingsguard." Ser Barristan said. "But at the trial I saw the truth. In some ways, perhaps Jaime Lannister was more of a knight than the rest of us fools-in-white."

Tyrion just nodded. "The white cloak then." And with that, he turned and made his way back to the castle. He was exhausted and drained, and would still need to figure out what to do with Anne and Robin.

"You've brought Jaime back?" Dany said it like a question, but Tyrion knew it was not.

"He's dead, your grace. Regardless of how you feel about him, he was still a knight, still my brother, and still served in the Kingsguard. He kept his promise of never stepping foot in the city again. He apologizes for not keeping up the rest of his side, but he had gotten caught up in caring for two orphans." Tyrion explained to at least get her off his case about it. "Your Grace, it has been a trying evening and I'm exhausted. I would like to grieve the loss of my brother alone, if you will." He stopped walking.

"Very well." Dany gave in, and Tyrion suspected it had something to do with the fact that she had loved her brother as well, despite his violent tendencies. Missandei gave Tyrion a sympathy look as she passed by, but other than that, no one said anything. Tyrion made his way back into the keep, finding his room and pushing open the door. Robin was still there, and on a couch against the wall Anne was laying down asleep. Robin was sitting on the floor in front of her, looking lost in thought.

"The room next door to this one is empty. You and your sister can stay in there tonight until I work something out with the queen. Did anyone bring you supper?"

"Yeah. Did you find him?"

Tyrion nodded.

Robin gave a soft sigh, and stood up, scooping up his sleeping sister and carrying her out of the room and into the next one. Tyrion closed his door, and finally let the tears falls.

The next day….

Tyrion had spent the whole night reading the book Jaime had given him. It was clear Jaime had started to write it before he ran away from the city. Where he had gotten the blank book and where he had hid it, there was no clue. But it was as if Jaime had written down his life from the moment he became a squire in Kindslanding to his last few days. It spoke of how proud he had felt to be allowed to squire for a member of the Kingsguard, how awed he was by the knights who made up the Kingsguard, his trips with them into the Kingswood and his first kill, the day he was knighted on the field, the tourneys he fought in, being named to the Kingsguard, the horrors of serving the Mad King, killing the king and all that followed it. The conflicted feelings and confusion about his many vows, right and wrong. He wrote about the birth of all three of his children, how much he wished he could be more 'uncle ser Jaime', and watching how once everything seemed steady and good it all came crashing down faster than he expected. Some of the more interesting parts came when Jaime met Brienne of Tarth. It didn't take long for Tyrion to come to the end of the book, back to that letter Jaime had written him.

The sun had come up by then, and Tyrion sighed and rubbing at his aching eyes. How had he not seen it? Jaime was not as horrible as he made himself out to be. He had honor, just a strange way of going about it. He was confused and lost for a time, and no one had bothered to try to tell him what way to go. Whenever he had made his own decisions, everyone seemed to judge him for it.

He skipped his breakfast and instead went to sept. The gray sisters had already prepped Jaime's body, and Tyrion found his big brother laying on the table in the center of the room, his armor gleaming red and gold, freshly polished and his cloak white as freshly fallen snow. Jaime's once golden hair was now streaked with gray, but it shown in a way it hadn't when Tyrion had last seen him alive. His hands were resting on the hilt of a sword laid across his body, a long, sharp blade, the hilt ending with a lion's head. His helm was resting beside him. If Tyrion wanted to, he could imagine Jaime had simply laid down in his armor and fell asleep, though he had never been much of a back-sleeping. He had liked to lay on his side. A few people had come in to pay their respected. Jaime's squires stood off to one side with Ser Barristan, all seeming to hold a silent vigil. A few other knights and soldiers stood around, paying quiet respects to the Lion of Lannister.

"I'm so sorry, Jaime. I'm sorry." Tyrion muttered quietly, wishing with all his might he could've changed this. That he could've been on better terms with Jaime, that he hadn't said the cruel things he had. He hadn't realized how much his brother meant to him until he was gone. And now it was too late. But he could still do something, as small as it would be. He would honor the wishes Jaime had put in his final letter. He would find a good knight for Robin to squire under, and find a nice place in court for Anne. He would make sure that everyone knew the truth about who Jaime Lannister really was. He would tell them of the book. Maybe he would try to have Dany read it, and maybe Ser Barristan as well, though the older knight seemed to have already realized his impressions of Jaime were false. Instead of letting them burn Jaime's body, Tyrion would have them bring him back to Casterly Rock to go under the keep with all the Lannister ancestors. As much as Jaime had hated staying in one place while he was alive, Tyrion knew he would hate to be burned.

Jaime Lannister had rode out of the city on Honor, and he returned to the city on Honor. No one had known the horse's name besides those who worked closest with Jaime. And no one had known the honor Jaime really carried with him until he was no longer there to see them accept it.

Ah, that was a crappy ending. It was pretty long though.

I am considering making another story that will basically be what the book/journal that Jaime wrote is. Different one shots about Jaime's life, his thoughts and opinions and feelings because who can help but fall in love with the misunderstood knight? Let me know what you guys think, and if anyone would even read it!