"A family meeting?" Jaime asked his brother.

"My favorite kind," Tyrion responded in his own manner. They were drinking a strong Dornish red and Tyrion swilled it in his goblet as he spoke. Jaime's intent in visiting his brother had been to get well into his cups but it had only been a few and Jaime keenly felt their effects. He was far drunker then he would have been before he was a captive. He had lost almost two stones worth of weight. None of his clothes fit right. Though Allyria, his father and the maester were doing their best to fatten him up. "Things just aren't right until he has told us how much he loves us." Tyrion wore his best smirk; it was greatly enhanced by the lost of his nose.

That had taken some getting used when Jaime first saw his brother. He had tried everything not to react to it, but he was sure Tyrion had seen some kind of revulsion anyways. It didn't help that while Tyrion lay in his sick bed their father had taken his whore and had her publicly flogged.

Jaime was very suspicious of this meeting as Tywin had been uncommonly kind. "Do you know what he wants?" Jaime asked.

Tyrion shrugged, "ask you wife." He swilled his glass again, studying its contents intently before downing it and slamming the empty glass on the side table. "Who knew she would be my greatest competition. Your wife has seriously outplayed Cersei. In comparison she has made a poor showing indeed." He leaned forward clearly wanting to tell Jaime something important. "Do you know she was spying on me to my own father?" Jaime shook his head. "I didn't either, until it was her that knew you had escaped from the north before me. I was the bloody Hand and it didn't occur to him to tell me." The last sentence his voice had dropped an octave and it almost came out as a growl.

"If Allyria wants to be Lord of Casterly Rock that's fine with me, I never wanted it in the first place, just so long as she stay the woman and me the man." He didn't really feel that way but he wanted to change the subject and make Tyrion laugh. It worked.

Tyrion's smile was almost as gruesome as any scowl now. For a moment Jaime thought about telling him about his arm but changed his mind. He hadn't even told Allyria yet. The less people who knew the better he had decided after seeing the maester again this morning.

"So how are things going?" It was nice knowing Jaime could talk to his brother about his complicated situation but that didn't mean he wanted to. He grimaced and groaned in response. "So no return to paradise then?" his brother asked.

"Well you certainly didn't make things any easier." Tyrion cocked in eyebrow questioningly. "Did you really threaten Tommen?"

"Ah…" Tyrion's face bore the light of recognition. "She told you about that huh."

"Yeah, she seemed to think I might want to know about someone threatening to rape my blood." He had almost said son but stopped himself and Jaime didn't know why.

"I would never," Tyrion started to answer but Jaime waved him. "I know." The elder brother said with a smile. No harm done, not to me at least Cersei on the other hand… "I know you would never hurt him, or any of them." You have always looked up to me but incest holds no interest for you. "I can't even understand why you would say it though."

"Our sister went to far."

Jaime laughed at his reply. "She always goes to far." He leveled a stern look at his little brother. "It's a family trait I believe." Tyrion burst into laughter and Jaime smiled again happy to see his brother really happy for the first time since they left the vale probably. Jaime ran a hand through his newly shorn hair, when she shaved him Allyria had also seen fit to sheer his hair right along with it. It felt prickly against his palm. Having had long hair for as long as he could remember it was a jarring experience the first time when he had always been used to hair as smooth and soft as silk. He was thinking about what he had just said, you for example, how many times did you tell Allyria to be careful? Yet you gleefully ignored your own advice and rode into an abyss I am unlike to be able to protect you from. "Our sister won't let you get away with threatening her children.

Tyrion waved his concerns away, "Did you miss the part of the story where our dear father rode in on a literal white charger to save the day?" he asked ironically.

"As far as the battle goes you did fine on your own I hear."

"Tell him."

"I did," Jaime replied softly. It always surprised his how much Tyrion still tried to win their fathers approval even after all these years. It always made Jaime upset, especially now as he could see the surprise on Tyrion's face when he learned of his brothers support.

You're avoiding my question." Tyrion poured them both another glass of wine.

"Allyria is…" Instead of finishing the sentence Jaime drank his cup in one swallow.

"Yes, Allyria your lovely wife. I gather you have not apologized then?" Tyrion said in between sips at his goblet.

"I didn't think of that," Jaime said sarcastically. "Oh Tyrion you always have been so much smarter then me,"

"Ah, so you did apologize then and it didn't stick." Tyrion reached over and poured Jaime another drink before Jaime could half-heartedly tell him not to. "It will likely take more then one brother."

Jaime didn't answer except with a shrug. As trustworthy as his brother is it would be bound to get back to Allyria and he would be in trouble all over again.

"I can't help you if you don't share," Tyrion waggled his eyebrows suggestively as he spoke. "We both know I have far more experience with woman then you do."

Ah, but mine have always been more difficult. Jaime smiled at his brother and downed his final drink regretting it immediately. "I will see you tomorrow." Jaime got up and shakily tried to make his way to the door. At one point he reached out for the wall trying to stabilize himself. He heard Tyrion guffaw at his drunkenness and Jaime even laughed sheepishly.

Eventually he made it to the door though. That was nothing to the two flights of stairs between his room and Tyrion's room. What seemed like a five second trip before all the drink now loomed infinitely on.

Jaime didn't share with his brother in part because he hated court rumors that was true enough. Also he wasn't quite sure how he felt. He knew he had been very concrete about it with her, but the second his heart rate began to slow he began to think seriously over what he said and he became upset by it. As far as he knew he had told her the truth of his feelings, and yet a voice in his head kept reminding him that Lannisters lie. How the hell did I get so good at lying I told one so good I fooled myself? I love her right? Yes. I am happy that she is with child? Bit earlier then I would have liked but yes as well. It was like he was running a checklist in his head going through everything he had said last night. He couldn't come up with a single lie he had told her and yet there was an unshakable sense of ill ease.

In the meantime he had been doing his best to avoid Cersei. He knew Allyria wouldn't want to hear of them spending time together. Maybe in the end that's what bothered him. He was tired of doing things because that is what other would want him to do. He had spent thirty years of his life doing whatever Cersei wanted or needed of him. He was damned if he would spend the next thirty doing the same with Allyria. Loved her he did but Jaime was finally going to be his own man. Yet, Jaime was unsure just what the hell he really wanted. A small part of him still wanted to run away with Allyria to the summer isles and leave all this behind.

Finally Jaime reached the door to his chamber, and yet he stood there just looking at it. 'The door won't open by itself boy,' Jaime heard his fathers voice in his head. Jaime laughed at that, but then he got mad. He started to wave his right hand around shaking it vigorously from the elbow down. "This is your fault." When he had been with Maester Frenken this morning he had been told he would likely never be able to swing a sword like he used to. "You'll regain full range of motion," the broad shoulder man had said to him carefully, "but it will always be weaker." Jaime had felt his stomach drop in that moment. He had taken wounds before but none that ever really damaged him. This one would take away the only thing that Jaime knew. When he was younger Jaime had been left handed, with a surge of hope he had gone to the yard to practice with what had been his shield hand for as long as he could recall. It was miserable and Jaime was miserable all over again. "Couldn't just let me be left handed." He yelled at the ceiling now as if daring his father to come down and talk. To answer for all those humiliating moment from Jaime's childhood when he had had his other hand tied behind his back all day.

He heard a scuffle behind him and for a moment Jaime imagined his father had heard and was coming down. He turned to greet him, giddy with drink Jaime began to laugh.

"Jaime?" a bleary voice asked.

"Your not my father." He said in response just a little to loudly.

"Well now that's out of the way. Are you going to come to bed?"

"Oh, it's my lovely wife Allyria," Jaime parroted back Tyrion's words.

"Gods Jaime you are pissed."

Jaime looked himself up and down and then did the same to her with a hard look. "No I am not I assure you."

"Your drunk Jaime, it's just an expression." She took his hand and began to lead him inside.

"Oh," he nodded sloppily, "yeah, yeah I am." She laughed and it was light and tinkled and Jaime liked it. Once they got in the room Jaime decided he wanted to walk on his own and shook away his wife's arm. She must of thought he was rather rude for even drunk, Jaime registered her huff of indignation. He did all right, he made it to the bed and the flopped. He was half on his left side half on his back. He tried to right himself so he could start the process of getting undressed. That seemed to be beyond his powers however and he gave up. He shrugged awkwardly in the bed. He wasn't really cornered if he slept in his boots, it wouldn't be the first time nor the last. Allyria would take them off if she cared to.

Presently he got his answer, she did care. "Oh, now you need my help." She walked over then roughly grabbed one of his boots and yanked. He scooted several feet down the bed but his foot was free. Jaime tried a half smile, the one who used whenever he needed to charm someone. "I don't think I have ever seen you drunk before."

"No I imagine not." She grabbed the other boot and tugged but this one was a little more stubborn. "My brother has many fine qualities I am sure you will agree that there are many I should wish to emulate. His propensity for holding his liquor has never been one I envied however." Both shoes were off now and Jaime wiggled his toes in their stockings. With little fanfare those were removed next.

"Nor his propensity for whores either I see." Allyria remarked.

"Perhaps if I had been less skilled at swordplay I would have found woman more interesting."

"I would find that offensive ordinarily but I find that I agree with you."

"What?" Jaime said in mock wide eyed surprise. Her hands were working on the laces of his breeches. Thanks to the long starvation he had recently endured the massive amount of wine in his veins had little effect on his bodies cravings. He sighed happily. "I forget that you were once a vestigial virgin above noticing men before the king forced you to marry a sinner like me. YUNKGH." She had lightly tapped him in the groin, it didn't so much hurt as surprised the hell out of him.

"Careful what you say about me. You should be nice, out there you're the Lion of Lannister, but in here." She tugged at the waistband of his breeches, "you are at my mercy." Jaime tucked his chin to his chest so he could scowl at her but she only laughed.

"A lesser man would make you swallow your words, literally." He smiled at his own lewd suggestion.

"By that you mean yourself if you weren't so drunk you could sit up?" Nothing he was saying seemed to be having the effect he wanted it to. She ran a hand suggestively up his thigh and Jaime almost shivered in response. He was being teased and he hated being teased. This time there was not much he could do about it though, and even less if he wanted to actually bed her tonight. "You are so drunk I could whatever I want to and you wouldn't even remember it in the morning."

"If I don't remember it then it must not have been very good." She laughed again.

"Challenge accepted." Jaime felt her hands on him, freeing him from his breeches and in a moment they were replaced with something much warmer and wetter. Jaime breathed deeply and happily.

He woke in the morning naked as his name day, bleary eyed and with every bone in his body sore. Allyria was giggling in the background and he felt her fingers stroking his forehead. "Not so loud," he whispered hoarsely. His chin was barely sticking out of the furs, he was trying to look at her but the light hurt his eyes. She laughed again and the sound rattled in his head. He slowly snaked an arm out of the coverings, "shh," he forcefully pushed his finger awkwardly onto Allyria's lips. She kissed them in response. Jaime blinked several times clearly trying to firm up his visions. Allyria looked much more solid now but she still seemed to vibrate at the edges. "So where did you learn all that?" he asked his voice was barely audible.

She cackled loudly and Jaime winced and then scowled at her for what he considered very rude behavior. "That's actually what I was thinking about, how we learn about lovemaking."

"Have a tutor before me hmm?" He asked with one eye closed trying to decide if he wanted to go back to sleep. "Very industrious of you, faking your maidenhead like that."

"No of course not, unless you count the kitchen maid who liked to talk."

"No," Jaime answered firmly but quietly reaching out of the warmth to pour himself some water. Her hair had fallen in her face, Jaime pushed a strand out of the way to see her eyes more clearly. "She is the one who told you about that though?" Allyria nodded vigorously and the strand was right back in her eyes. Her cheeks tinged beautifully with color and Jaime had the urge to kiss her.

"Do you want to know why I was laughing?" He wasn't sure he was imagining it or not but she seemed to turn even redder.

"You want to tell me and I have no objections to hearing it."

"You and what you must have been like that that first time."

"What?" Jaime spluttered water everywhere.

"You're always so smooth and, oh I don't know efficient about lovemaking, you're passionate too," she added hastily. "It's just hard to see you as anything but experienced. Yet at one point you must have rutted awkwardly against some woman moaning mindlessly." We both know that some woman was my sister.

"What makes you think it went down like that?" He spoke in away that made it know he was not pleased with that image.

"I don't know, that's just how I picture it," she wore a mischievous smile.

Jaime decided to change the subject. "Did it bother you knowing I was experienced?" He never really thought about it until now and was suddenly interested in the answer.

"Not really, I think it's best that one person knows what they're doing, don't you."

Jaime nodded at her astute explanation.

"If I remember right you were quite good so I wouldn't worry to much about it."

"Do you mean that first night or last night?" She wore a wicked grin that Jaime loved. He laughed at her even though it hurt.