Another piece inspired by a LionessoftheNight fanart ( post/170399622095/j-b-alydaoftherock-i-wont-kneel-by?is_highlighted_post=1).
When Brienne walked outside into the yard, they were no longer there as Jaime had said they would be.
Wandering through their home, she had started to wonder where they could have gone to, when she heard voices coming from their bedchamber. She wasn't yet close enough to be able to distinguish the words Alyda had uttered, but Brienne was sure she had heard Jaime's amused chuckle in response. A small smile tugged at her lips as she walked closer, her conjectures as to what they were up to whet by the increasingly clear voices. She stood there, quietly spying through the half-closed door so as to not disrupt the scene: Alyda was proudly standing on a chair, part of the curtain cloaking her shoulders as her father knighted her with the wooden sword Brienne had gifted her. Unconsciously, her hand slowly reached her mouth, partially hiding the smile growing on her lips as she observed the satisfaction and commitment on the round little face, their daughter's eyes fixed on Jaime as he spoke the investiture words. Brienne followed his voice then, and her eyes found genuine pride and adoration hidden behind his diverted expression.
Jaime had handed the sword back to her daughter and was helping her from the chair, when the door opened. Alyda ran towards Brienne the moment she had recognised her, proudly announcing she had just become the second female knight in the history of all Westeros after her mother. Brienne smiled in pleasant surprise and took their daughter's hand as she congratulated her. His eyes followed her inquisitively as she avoided to face him, but when she finally looked up, he saw emotion dampening her gaze.
Brienne feigned annoyance at the teasing glint in her husband's eyes, but her smile had never faded.
Jaime grinned at her in delight, his only hand reaching for her.