Jaime

With him walking, he sure missed the sweet noise that comes from his armour. Wearing this for most of the better time of his life, the Kingslayer had grown used to his golden garb and his white cloak. But for the past few years, it had all been different. From boring himself from standing close to Robert, his sweet sister, and children, guarding them away from nonexistent danger, to boring himself sitting in the stink of a cell that the Starks had put him in during his capture.

What a lovely time it is.

He realized that so much had changed during his last time in the Red Keep. Although the people still know him as the Kingslayer, not that it'll ever change, he is now a cripple. A knight who has a Valyrian steel sword but cannot stand to fight with the grade of his weapon. Or, should he say a knight who can barely defend himself at all.

If he cannot stand guard for long to Bronn, a sellsword who styles himself as a knight, how could he even protect the Royal Family as he is the Commander of its Kingsguard?

And so he failed, the king is dead

His son is dead

A poison. Joffrey was killed by a poison from drinking his wine during his own wedding. Another death from a wedding, he mused. It is not a common feat that people are dying in the heat of celebrating a wedlock. But what's more uncommon about the past events is that it is Kings, who are dying in these feasts. From the hands of the Freys, Robb Stark, and at their own care, Joffrey.

Apparently, his little brother is now confined in the black cells for killing the King. A trial will be held to prove his innocence or his guilt for he knew that no matter how will Cersei and his father do it, Tyrion will be and still be deemed as guilty. But despite all these allegations, he isn't fooled.

His brother would never do it. Jaime knew he shared no love to Joffrey, as the boy is hard to love at all, but Tyrion is wiser and better than having himself called kinslayer. But their sister thinks the otherwise, and probably won't stop until she sees their youngest sibling's head up on a spike. At all costs, Cersei will see to it. That's why he is not blind to all the witnesses she paid and threatened just to spit out foul farces about Tyrion. She'll do all for her children, all for Joffrey. Even if the boy is no good, he had to admit himself.

Aside from Cersei's ruthless efforts to put Tyrion down, there's also their father, who will serve as a judge in the trial. Gods be damned, for he knew what is about to go down after hearing his father's involvement with all these. Jaime knew that this is a chance Tywin won't pass just to finally get rid of his least favoured son. He knew better. Before Tyrion could even step inside the hall for his trial, he is already guilty. Good for dead.

Their father also had his own steps to secure Tyrion's loss in the trial. Probably his brother's sole hope- having his son as a witness.

But of course, Tywin Lannister already have his own way before they knew better. The old lion had the boy locked in a chamber in the Tower of the Hand. On a simple reason of keeping him away from indulging himself from wine and any other drink that could make him intoxicated. After a few days of having the boy found at the most random places he could be in the morning, close as dead could be but still breathing, the old lion had enough and ordered Tyus to be confined in a chamber set at the Tower until further notice. The boy had said to argue, but the old lion is the old lion and always had the last word whether you like it or not, willingly or forcefully.

With that, the boy cannot participate in the upcoming trial and cannot even pay a visit to his father in the cells. And as much as he would've wanted to escape, his place is heavily guarded, and the boy is wise enough not to cross Tywin for he knew that it is up for him whether harm would come it's way to Tyrion. A boy can hope.

He finally ceased walking after such climb in the Tower, stopping in front of a door. It was his favourite nephew's designated chamber. Or should he say, cell? Much fancier and convenient. But Jaime knew that even if the room is filled with flowers and all awe, it has the same worth. He nodded at the two guards on the either side of the door to gave him space when he knocked. Jaime waited in silence, but he received no response. He looked at the guards for he might have thought that the boy had his own roguish ways again and had escaped. But the men looked sure and Jaime proceeded to open the door.

Silence

He closed the door behind him as he stepped inside the chambers. He looked around and found nothing suspicious, but the things are messy. A servant must've arrived in here? He thought. Jaime's own footsteps and breathing are all he heard as he walked further. But after nearing the bed, a soft snoring filled his ears. It was Tyus', who's sleeping peacefully with one of his arms sprayed out of the side of his bed. A goblet was on the floor beside his arm, thankfully empty for it might've spilled its content on the carpet. Wine, he assumed.

Jaime stood and watched him in silence for a short while, before deciding to come back later for a word with him. But before he could turn around, he heard the boy groan. "Uncle?"

The bewildered broken voice of his nephew put a small smile on his lips, "yes, it is I."

Tyus sat up while wiping the sleep from his face. "What are you doing here? You didn't say you'd come. You should've said...- so I had received you in a better state."

"It doesn't matter. I think I already saw you in your worst." Jaime japed.

Silence gripped them when the boy didn't respond to him from what he had expected from him. The Tyus he knew would probably throw something at him at the time he's with him. A quill, cup, pillow, gem, probably anything in sight. But now, his nephew just threw silence at him. All nothing and a searching gaze. No doubt he is also affected by what is happening at had happened lately. But he wondered how much.

"I just wanted to talk with the favourite nephew of mine. You probably wanted some company." He continued to stand, awkwardly.

The gaze is still directed at him. Right in his eyes. But it is not as deadly as the ones his father gives him. It is just hollow and cool. "Indeed. Desperately. Grab yourself a seat."

So he did, and the boy put on a tunic and fixed his tousled hair somehow. "Although Podrick often drops by here, I'm still in dire need of company. Especially if it's from my favourite uncle."

Tyus' tone unsettled Jaime. He knew it supposed to brighten things up, but it didn't. It's all forced. He knew the boy too well. The last thing he would've wanted from Tyus is to shield himself from him. From who he really is, much like what he's been doing to all aside from him, Tyrion, probably Podrick and to his lady wife.

His oath to Catelyn Stark immediately comes into his mind. The damned thing should've been solved if the lass isn't missing. But the gods are kind to him. Always has been.

"The honour will always be mine." Jaime had looked around the chambers before he continued, "how are you settling in your new room?" As casual as it gets, it's for a good start.

There was a noticeable pause before the boy answered him. "I'll be bold and tell you that I am glad I was put in here instead of my old ones." Tyus poured himself wine and drank it all at once. "Did you know that days after my dearest lady wife left, you can still smell her from our sheets. Fantastic." Jaime realized that he sounded more like Tyrion now. If his brother would be here.

Yes, Sansa Stark's disappearance bothered him the most, and it is certainly not coincidental. Even from a servant's point of view, aside from Tyrion, she is the one who would've had the hand on Joffrey's death. After all that was done to her family, of course, it would've been her. They literally erased the Starks off of the map. Surely she won't just sit with them and do nothing? But she's a lady, from the family of branded traitors alone in the capital. If it was her, someone helped her in great lengths about the poison and escaping King's Landing.

Jaime then looked at the boy in front of him. Sitting on his bed, still drinking wine, it was all of a familiar sight to watch. Surely he'd seen this before. A young lord, in probably one of his worst states, looking hollow and drowning in wine. It's all the same. Except for the missing lying whores in the bed, the hell of a build the man has and the hair and beard as black as night. He shook the vision away and instead saw his nephew. Tyus is a man grown now. Much different from the boy approaching such from the last time he saw him. The warmth in those odd eyes are missing, and his face is now solemn, instead of the bright and charming ones he had before.

He chided himself of the thought of his nephew probably conspiring with Sansa of doing the crime. Well, from the mess Tyus has become, the loss of such a wife is not well received. In addition to that, the boy suffered from being literally held away from everyone, especially from his father who became the primary suspect in the murder.

Jaime now understood the purpose of wine.

Maybe he could do something to have the two meet once in awhile? It won't hurt to serve his chances of sneaking Tyus out to the dungeons for a short while. Or, requesting such from his father would also work? Jaime doubts that. As if Tyrion mattered to Tywin? Especially his relationship with his own son. He also thought that his father kept Tyus away to put some distance between the latter and Tyrion. The old lion knew how the boy mattered to Tyrion. He just took advantage of the fact.

Another awkward silence embraced both of them before Jaime speaks up again. "Tyus." Gaining the boy's attention with his gaze back at him. "I know you love the girl. You're not fooling me of all people." His tone turned serious and hushed.

"And?" His nephew just quirked an eyebrow at him.

"Why are you here? When is the last time you drank water instead of wine? Are you just going to sit here and do nothing? Why won't you seek her out?" He threw a barrage of questions and suggestions at the boy. Tyus received some scolding, but Jaime gave it not as his uncle, but as a friend. The truth is that he hated seeing the boy, especially Tyrion's son doing what Robert did before. Lyanna Stark died. But not Sansa. He still has a chance if he does act on it.

"If I caught her then what? What in the world would happen if I take her back here, uncle Jaime?" Tyus' response is all calm, but there is a particular fervor in his voice. "I'm sure you knew better, and I'll tell you this for once, uncle. My father and my wife are both innocent of the things all of you accuse them. I'm not going to convince you, for I am just telling you what I know and what I thought out of what happened."

Jaime shifted in his seat from what he have heard. He's not here to acquire evidence from the boy, to help the upcoming trial upon the death of his King. He is here as an uncle, who seek the company of the boy he knew ever since he was born. His troubled nephew, who he had taken a liking and found himself sometimes wishing, that his own seed had turned out like him. But they didn't, from what the gods had judged him and Cersei of all that they've done.

"And uncle, I must remind you that I am merely trapped in this room." Tyus gestured at their surroundings. "I don't even have any weapon with me and a regular sized window to appreciate the sights brought by the Tower. Pity."

Yes, the room basically didn't have a window aside from the small ones positioned high enough that he have to raise his arm just to reach it. Just for the purpose of the sunlight. Jaime sighed, his father really got the boy covered. Offering no chance of escape knowing that Tyus is highly capable with that.

"And you haven't seen your father ever since the wedding. I take it."

The boy just smiled sadly. "My, yes." He put down the cup before continuing, "It's my fault, really. Should've sneaked up at the cells before I got locked up. While I still can. But well, I chose to act like a fool and spent my time drinking the shit out of me." Tyus stares nowhere and chuckles. "You should've seen how grandfather looked like when he saw me back then. There, I finally became an embarrassment. Ha! Such a great feeling."

Yes, it is, my dear nephew. Jaime also knew the look all too well. He was a recipient of it before. And still, today, whenever his father saw his armour and white cloak, he never ceases to notice a glint of it every once in a while.

He decided to change the matter, "I'll take the pleasure and bring you the news that your father's trial is in a few days. He is given a chance to defend himself in the eyes of both gods and men. Tyrion can present his own witnesses to prove his innocence." While finishing, Jaime took a piece of a grape from the plate Tyus handed to him.

The boy just snickered but his face is still serious, "piss on that. Podrick already told me about this." He leaned closer to him with a hushed voice. "You and I both know that my father is deemed guilty from the time his arrest was ordered by Joffrey's mother. I cannot be his proper witness in that damned trial for Tywin Lannister kept me here. And you, uncle. I know you think that my father is innocent as a babe, but you won't present yourself either."

Jaime just stared blankly at the boy. It seems that the barrels of wine haven't got in my nephew's head after all. He knew himself Tyus is right. "You're saying he's good as dead, Tyus. Such a foul thought of a son to his father. There are judges on trial other than the father. I think he has a chance." He tried to be sympathetic at least.

The boy looked incredulously at him. "So you've thought. Yes, I'd like to think as such, but did you know that your sister might have threatened the whole Red Keep just to get people pose as a false witness for your brother." The boy sighed. "It's all hopeless if you'd only depend on that fucking trial for my father's safety."

It rang a bell in Jaime's head. If you'd only depend on that trial...

Is there another way?

... of course.

A/N: Sorry if this was rather short. It should've been another part of a chapter, but it blew up again. Anyways, new chapter!

Mr. Black64- Thanks for your response. Sorry if I didn't make it clear that he withdrew from playing games with Tywin after the atrocity of RW. But that's what I would've liked to imply from the last chapter. Huehueheu

Mpowers045- He will SEE her again! ;)

Also, if anyone has the same concern, you'll see more of those dwindling obedience the next chapters. I'm ready to explain lol. So again, just leave a note or a review if it bothered you.

Lastly, sorry if you won't or didn't like his actions and response after all that had happened. He is not a gary sue or some shit. He also got some shitty demons in him. Feels and all that. Whether it is bullshit or not.

Thanks for taking the time off reading this story! Much Luv