I have been feeling not so great about this story lately. I don't know why, but maybe it is because I have not been listening to music while writing. Hopefully this chapter is a bit better. :D
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Thinking of him
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Jaime looked at his father, who now stood in front of him with his sword in hand. Tywin growled, "Fight me." His son shook his head and went to one knee, "I cannot fight you anymore." He watched as his father yelled at his guards, "Leave us!" The guards turned their horses and quickly disappeared behind the tree line, leaving the father and son together. Jaime spoke first,
"For years, I have always been your golden son, the son that could do no wrong, the son that was perfect to give heirs for Casterly Rock. You are so blind, father." Tywin shook his head, "No." Jaime continued, "Joffrey was a monster, father. He was from my own seed, don't you know?" Again, Tywin shook his head, trying not to listen, "Jaime, stop this-"
"I created that monster and I regret it. Tommen and Myrcella are also mine-don't look away from me! Look at me! Look at what I am now!" Tywin looked down at his son, who was now on his knees before him, looking up at him with sad eyes and a defeated face, "I helped kill my sister and I admit that I wanted Joffrey dead. Now you know, that I am not the perfect golden son that you always wanted. Tyrion was always the one." Tywin frowned and yelled, "That little monster was never perfect!" Jaime chuckled, "No, never perfect. But which one of us are? Tyrion is small, but he is smart, he knows how to survive, he is kind-you never gave him a chance to show you just how perfect he was to give you heirs." Tywin wanted to hear no more,
"Stand and fight me or I will have no choice but to kill you now."
Jaime nodded, "That sounds good, actually. I have nowhere to go, no one left to love. Do it." Jaime leaned back, looking up at the sky and waiting for his father to stab him through the chest, but the blow never came. He closed his eyes, but then heard his father speak, "Just go." Jaime opened his eyes and straightened himself, "What?" Tywin placed his sword back in its sheath and ripped a pouch from his belt, throwing it at Jaime as he hissed, "Leave and don't come back." Jaime opened the bag and saw gold dragons,
"But-"
"I knew of you and your sister, but I never wished to believe it. I won't kill you. I won't kill my eldest son."
He took out a dagger and cut his palm, making blood smear across the blade, "They won't believe I killed you if I don't go back to them with blood on the blade. Jaime, leave Westeros, leave this place and find your tall wench." Jaime nearly smiled at the thought of Brienne, but he shook his head, "Why are you doing this?" Tywin chuckled, "Because I finally realized that I was never a good father to any of you. Cersei is dead, Tyrion gone, and you were my last hope. But now I know that I cannot let you spiral into the same ruin I find myself. Leave and find that giant and have yourself a family. Raise them well and maybe someday you shall return to Casterly Rock and become its Lord." Tywin wrapped his hand with ripped cloth and then placed his gauntlet back on, "That money will buy you ships passage."
"Don't you want to know where they went?"
Tywin was beginning to turn away, but he stopped and looked back at his son, "No. I-I was going to ruin them. The girl would have been mine and I was going to kill the Hound, but I find myself weary. Perhaps I shall continue on my way when it gets dark. By then, you will be gone at the nearest port and they will still be running north. I know where they are going and I will find them." Jaime heard the sadness and darkness go in and out of his father's voice and he finally realized that Tywin's shadows of the past and present were beginning to be too much for him to handle.
Jaime nodded and tucked the pouch of coins into his shirt and vest, "Father-"
"Go now."
Without a second glance, Jaime picked up his sword and ran away, into the trees and away from his father. If only he knew that would be the last time he would see him. Tywin made sure Jaime was gone before walking back through the trees and into another clearing where his guards were waiting with his own horse. He looked up at the nearest guard and held the dagger up to him, "Dispose of this dagger, Captain. My son will not be a burden anymore." The guards looked at each other, "You killed him, my Lord?"
Tywin nodded, "Yes, I killed him. Had I not, he would run us down and stop us. The girl and the others are heading North. We will rest and then pick up when it gets dark."
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The men did not question their Lord and Master.
A few miles away, Tommen sat in the corner of his chambers, rocking back and forth as he listened to the guards walk back and forth outside. His uncle Kevan knocked on his door soon after and entered to find the boy King on the floor. He shook his head, "That is not very Kingly." Tommen looked up at him with blood shot eyes, "What does it matter? I-I did something bad and I should get my punishment-"
"Oh, stop that nonsense! Do you really think you did such a thing without your own knowledge? You did not kill your mother, Tommen, and I think you would remember if you did."
Tommen looked at him and seemed calmer, "But grandfather said-"
"Your grandfather can sometimes be mistaken. I do not believe you killed your mother and in fact, someone planted this dagger in your room before you came to bed. With me standing in as Hand of the King, I can assure you I will look into this matter, child." Tommen did not mind being called a child, since he was always supposed to grow up quickly to become a good man and King. He stood and wiped his face, "What can I do now?"
Kevan smiled down at his King, "Let me help you rule and in return I will prove you innocent." Tommen frowned, "You cannot prove it." His great uncle chuckled, "Try me."
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Sansa jumped down from Stranger, holding Sandor's cloak close to her body, "You want me to be honest?" Sandor growled and dismounted, "Aye! You've been crying the whole way here." Sansa gestured to herself, "I'm cold, wet, and wearing only a dirty cloak! We should have fought back, Sandor! Not run away like-like-"
"Children? Which you are acting like a child right now. I saved your life, Sansa. I saved both of your lives!"
Jon and Tarrent stood alone near their horses and Tarrent looked at Jon, "Do they argue often?" Jon shrugged, "They don't seem like they would, but then again, Sansa always got her way growing up and I'm sure Sandor likes to make the rules. They must argue sometimes." Tarrent smiled, "I hope I meet a girl to argue with and I want her to look like Sansa." Jon rolled his eyes, "Stopping making looks at her, boy. She's gonna be your mother one day."
They turned back when they saw Sansa marching their way, "Incredible! I was in captivity with his monster of a brother and he is nearly ten times worse when it comes to talking with! If he asks where I went, tell him I went to lose my breakfast because he made me ill!" She ran off into the woods and not long after, Tarrent heard her coughing and losing her last meal. When Sandor returned from making water he looked around, "Where is she?" Jon was fixing the saddle on his horse and shrugged, "Said something about retching or something like that."
Sandor growled to himself and rushed into the woods to find Sansa curled up against the base of a nearby tree, crying into her arm. Sandor's eyes softened and his mood turned into worry as he slowly walked towards her, "Sansa?" She lifted her head and looked at him, "I-I am sorry for being ill. I can't help it." Sandor nodded,
"It's alright. Here, I found this in my pack."
He tossed her a thin gown that he had found in the Winterfell castle while they were there and he had forgotten about. Sansa smiled and quickly stood, dropping the cloak and pulling on the thin gown. She walked to Sandor and hugged him, "I am so sorry for yelling at you. The baby-I heard it can change everything." Sandor nodded, "Don't worry about that, little bird. Worry about your health and the babies health." She smiled as he let her go and reach down to pick up the cloak she dropped before putting it back on her shoulders, "We have to keep moving."
As he began to walk back towards the horses, Sansa placed her hand over her heart and closed her eyes as he stomach fluttered. This was what feeling loved felt like.
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I decided to end it there. So many things have been happening here...several hospital visits for my mother and I have been helping the house out a lot. Please expect chapters to my other stories soon...but it will take a bit of time. Thank you! Death will come in the next chapter!
