Jaime
"Get on with it, you son of a whore. I don't have the whole bloody day," Lord Tarly shouted at the man who had been ordered to dip some raper's head in tar.
Admirable man. Dry, humorless, and as pleasant as father on a bad day, but admirable all the same. The past few weeks with Randyll Tarly and his men had been quite enjoyable for Jaime, as they had allowed him to forget about his father, his sister, his brother, his uncle, and his… No! Not my son...the King. To his credit, the Oaf of Highgarden had finally decided to do something and half of the Reach army was now garrisoning the Riverlands, trying to rebuild what the Lannisters had destroyed. Every day, outlaws hung from the trees and the thieves lost their hands. Little by little, the Riverlanders grew to respect Tarly.
Not even Lord Blackwood showed the Reach Lord any real hostility when we treated with him. I suppose he looked at me with more than enough hatred for the both of us. You'd think I had just burned down his castle and hanged his wife. All the same, Randyll Tarly had taken Harrenhal and put Vargo Hoat's head on a spike. Ryman Frey, heir to the Twins, had died in the battle. Heir to the Twins or not, we're better off without him. There are far too many Freys, as it is. While at Harrenhal, they received word that the Bolton army had retaken Moat Cailin from the Iron Born and returned to the North. At least the Boltons appear capable of standing on their own, unlike our friends of Frey.
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After lengthy negotiations, Riverrun finally surrendered. Jaime had been sidelined by Lord Tarly, but Edmure yielded the castle after having the Rains of Castamere played to him for a few days. And by a horrible singer. He did not know how the Blackfish had finally been persuaded to surrender the castle...until it became clear that he had not truly given up his cause. When they entered Riverrun, the Blackfish was nowhere to be found. Jaime searched every inch of the castle, but found nothing to suggest the Blackfish had ever been there. Seven Hells! Of all the men who could be on the run, it had to be the Blackfish. Edmure would have been one thing and Lady Jeyne would have been but a minor complication, but the Blackfish is a dangerous man... In the end, he had no choice but to confront the former Lord of Riverrun.
"Where is he?"
"Who?" Edmure asked, looking quite pleased with himself.
"Do not provoke me, Ser. You might not find the oubliettes of Casterly Rock so pleasant."
"Oh, but I am not going to Casterly Rock."
"I didn't know fish could fly, my Lord."
"He'll remain in Riverrun," said Lord Tarly, plainly bored with the conversation.
"Riverrun?"
"Much safer for him here than Casterly Rock, especially when the rest of your family's situation is so delicate. He'll be under the supervision of my men."
He could have snarked, he could have complained, he could have even struck the Reachlord with his golden hand, but in the end, he did nothing. Edmure would not reveal the destination of the Blackfish. He didn't do much of anything except make japes at Jaime's expense. It was plain that there was nothing left to do except drop the matter and charge several cavalry groups with finding the fugitive.
"Edmure Tully will remain a prisoner of House Tyrell under the supervision of four of my best men. There is one other thing I should tell you, Ser Jaime," said Lord Tarly, handing him a message. "We received the bird this morning, it seems your Freys will be of even less use than they were before, if that is possible. I don't imagine we'll be able to spare any men to search for the Blackfish. I already gave the Frey host leave to ride for the Twins." Seven Hells.