As she walked through the garden with Alastar, Rylee was approached by Twyin, she bowed her head, "Lord Tywin, I am sorry for the loss of your grandson."

"Are you?" He asked with a straight voice.

"Yes, it is difficult to watch someone die, especially one so young."

Tywin gave her a small smile, "You were allied with Robb Stark, the Boltons killed him while working with us and almost killed you as well, perhaps you wanted some revenge?"

"I got nowhere near the King before or during the reception. How could I have administered the poison?" She smiled playing along.

"So you know he was poisoned." Tywins voice got stronger

She felt Alastar tense next to her and Chadior on her shoulder shift towards the older man, both ready to defend her but she just smiled and gave a small laugh, "Only a fool would think that he choked on his food. I've spent enough time with enough people from all over this world to know poison when I see it. Now unless you have any more accusations to make towards me?"

"No. Thank you for your time." Tywin bowed and began walking past her.

As he got next to her she stopped him, looking at him from the side, "Oh and Lord Twyin, your son, Tyrion, he's innocent."

"How do you know that?"

"Elisians see everything." She gave him a slight bow of her head and began to walk away.

Tywin called after her, "Then do you know who killed him."

"I can tell you only who I know it was not." She called back not stopping or turning around, "And it was not Tyrion."


Rylee sat on her windowsill looking out over Kings Landing when there was a knock on her door. She called for the person to enter and Jaime walked in. He looked at her, skin glowing in the moon light a bronze colored fabric clasped tight to her neck, covering her torso, and going down to her upper thigh before splitting at the sides creating two pieces thin fabric that settled in the center of her legs, one piece hanging off the window, the other laying on the leg she had placed on the ground. Jaime noticed she was in a relaxed state, barefoot, a knee bent on the ledge and her arm resting on it, her hawk perched on her arm, with her head leaned back on the wall. She looked breath taking. She didn't lift her head from the wall as she looked at him, instead just rolled her head against it to look at him, "If you're here to interrogate me about the late king save your breath. Your father already has."

"He has?" Jaime shut the door and walked over sitting on a chair at her small table.

"Yes."

"Did you do it?" He asked uneasily. He hoped she didn't.

She let out a small laugh, "If I had what would you do with me?"

He opened his mouth but didn't have an answer, what would he do with her? She had made it clear when they first met that she intended to kill Joffrey, but how could she have poisoned him when she never left her table, when he was behind her the whole time. Rylee looked back out the window, "It was not me. And it was not Tyrion."

"I know." Jaime looks watches her as she smiles softly, "Are you alright?"

"Just…remembering things." Rylee looked back at him, "Was there a reason for you visit other than to question me while looking upset at something yourself?"

"I was wondering if you could show me some of the techniques you talked about." He looked at her, trying to hide the fact that Cersei had hurt him once again asking him if he would kill Sansa Stark.

"Only if you tell me what's on your mind during." She stood from the window, Chadoir flying to his perch, and walked towards her closet. She grabbed a ribbon, a rope, and two training sticks. When he didn't stand up she wrapped her hair up with the ribbon, "That is my one condition. Your son just died and his mother is your sister. There have to be some things going on in that head of yours."

"Very well." He stood up and walked over to where she was, "But first, why are those things in your wardrobe?"

She laughed, "I was prepared for you to come and ask for these lessons."

He smiled as she tossed him the wooden stick. Jaime rolled it around in his hand, "So do we spar now?"

"Yes, I have to see how you fight to know how to train you." She smiled, "And you must tell me what is wrong during."

He began explaining how Cersei won't even touch him as they spar, and how a comment she made suggesting she has had other lovers while he was gone bothered him. Rylee heard this and knocked the stick from his hand, "I apologize for asking this, but do you think perhaps you were just a love of convenience for her?"

"What do you mean?" He sat down taking the water she offered him.

"This may be painful to hear since you do in fact seem to love her, does she truly love you?" Rylee spoke softly, "How many men was she exposed to growing up, was it mostly just you and Tyrion? And what did she do when you accepted a position in the Kings Guard? Did she wait for you? She didn't always hate King Robert, so that meant she must have had feelings for him to some extent before returning to you. And if she did take lovers while you were gone does that mean you are just her easiest means of getting her satisfaction?"

Jaime had never thought of it like this, perhaps that's why Cersei didn't want him now, was because she had others she could go to now that he was injured. Rylee stood once again pulling him with her, "There was more on your mind you must tell me as we move on to the next section."

"Wait how do you know all of this?" He asked taking her elbow gently so that she couldn't walk away.

"A person hears things and sees things, those who are trained will see the picture in its truest form, and those who are not just see what their mind interprets." She smiled sadly at him, "Do you wish to continue now that I see what is holding you back?"

"Yes. Please." He said letting go of her arm.

Rylee began to reach for his golden hand but stopped looking up at him, "May I?"

He looked to see her hand inches from his and nodded. She took the metal hand into her own and undid the laces pulling it away from his arm. She placed it on the table then looked back at him, "Now we spar again."

"What will removing my hand do?" He looked down at where his missing hand should be.

"Jaime, you must remember, your hand is already removed." She gently placed her hand on where his wrist was stitched up, "The hand you have now is made of gold, it is heavier than your real one so it makes you more aware of this fact and therefore you cradle your arm into your body hindering your movement. Removing that weight will get you more used to using your left hand because you will not feel like your right arm is damaged and needs protecting."

Jaime looks down at her hand on his stump, something he was so insecure about but she didn't judge him for it and that made his heart beat faster for some reason. When he looked back up at her she was smiling and he smiled back, "Well then let's give it a go."

She nodded and handed him his sparing stick, "Continue with what is bothering you."

He smiled and told her about how Cersei wants him to kill Tyrion and to find Sansa and kill her as well. While fighting she noticed his movements were more fluid and he wasn't holding his right arm to his body as much anymore. Once they were finished they sat back down for more water, "You did much better that time, I think it will be enough for tonight though."

"Then what was the rope for?" He looked at her confused as he slipped his golden hand back on.

"A lesson for another night." She smirked.

Jaime laughed, "I didn't know Elisians were like that."

"We're not, we enjoyed being fully evolved in the act." She laughed, "That's why they aren't for me."

He almost spit out his water and she laughed even harder. Joining in on her laughter he sat back in his chair, they hadn't gotten to talk like this since she had taken her place as Queen. Remembering something he asked, "Your mother left for Elisia this morning, why did you not go with her?"

"It is not time for me too yet. We still have much to get in order before I can take the throne." She looked down at her glass, "Plus I actually quite like it here in Kings Landing."

"Really now? It doesn't seem like it would be your style."

"Yes well if I do tire of it my tribe is just a few miles north of here." She smiled at him, "I made an arrangement with my mother that I will stay here for the time being and she will rule until I return."

"Yes you two seemed to be getting along much better at the wedding."

"We came…to terms."

"That's good." He smiled at her, "I should probably go, lest your knights come and find a man in your room in the late hours."

"They will not do anything if I tell them not too. Who I spend my company with and when is my choice, they have no say in anything I do." She stood as he did.

"Still I should go. Thank you for the lesson." He bowed his head and headed for the door.

"Jaime." He turned around and felt her arms gently wrap around his neck in a hug, "I am sorry for your loss. Losing a child…I'm sorry."

He was shocked for a moment but something in her voice told him she knew how he felt, perhaps relating it to the loss of her husband. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and buried his head in her neck, a tear falling from his eye, "Thank you."

They stayed like this for a moment and then moved away from each other. He bowed his head again and left the room. As he walked back to his chambers he wondered what was happening to him, why was he feeling such things for this girl? Was it just his heart yearning for comfort since he didn't have Cersei at the moment?


Rylee had ridden out to the tribe with Morna and Alastar to visit her brother since he was leading them while she was in Kings Landing. The two of them sat in his tent and spoke about the events of the wedding and who could have killed the King. Rylee gasped, "I'm so stupid. How could I have not known it sooner?"

"What? Do you know who did it?" He leaned forward.

"Yes." She looked at Hayden, "Olenna."

He looked shocked, "What? Why would she do that?"

"Would you let your only granddaughter marry that thing?"

"No. What was it you didn't realize?"

"Olenna asked me when I first got to Kings Landing if I had learned anything new since last we saw each other, including about poisons. Then she asked me to pick up a package for her in the market discreetly while I was out on a walk with Jaime, saying it was a gift for Margaery. I gave her the package the day you arrived and she hid it in her sleeve. Then at the wedding I missed most of the ordeal between Tyrion and Joffrey but I looked up in time to see him set the goblet down, next to Olenna. Everyone was distracted by the pie and the next sip he took was the poisoned one." She explained half in disbelief.

"I remember seeing her lean forward while he was cutting the pie. At the time I just thought she was trying to watch." Hayden remembered, "But why would she want Tyrion to take the fall? She seemed to like him?"

"I don't think she planned that part, she just meant to get the poison in the cup somehow and when the cup was placed near her she put it in." Rylee thought aloud, "She must have given Margaery some of the antidote beforehand in case she drank the poisoned cup."

"What do we do about knowing this?" Hayden asked his voice serious, "It could give us an alliance with the Lannisters."

"We have known and been friends with the Tyrells longer, and we could never be allied with Tywin or Cersei, they only protect themselves." Rylee thought, "We keep it to ourselves. I will be a witness for Tyrion to try and help prove his innocence without giving Olenna away. She killed the one who killed Eddard so I owe her protection."

"So you're saying we could be allied with Tyrion…or Jaime?" Hayden looked at her closely.

"Tyrion yes. He is actually very smart and very loyal." Rylee paused thinking about Jaime, "I can trust Jaime for the moment. I don't know if it is enough to say I would ally my people with him, but for the moment him and I personally are."

Hayden watched her response closely, he could see she was choosing her words carefully about Jaime. He had watched them interact, he knew that they had some sort of feelings for each other that they didn't admit to themselves.