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Jaime Lannister I
Red Keep, King's Landing, Crownlands, Year 284 AC
Elia and Queen Rhaella granted him leave from his vigilance so he could rest and so Jaime returned to the White Sword Tower to do just that. As he entered, he saw Ser Arthur seated at the weirwood table, a cup of wine in his hand as he seemed lost in his thoughts but quickly noticed Jaime entering and so he smiled. "Ser Jaime, are you done with your duty for the day?"
"I am." It was weird to see Ser Arthur without a white cloak…the last time the Sword in the Morning was not with his cape was nearly a decade ago at that Tourney Jaime's father organized in honor of Prince Viserys' birth, a tourney which the Dornish knight won after defeating Prince Rhaegar in the final match. Such was the knight's display and fame from his title that Aerys invited him to the Kingsguard.
Jaime still remembered it well, it was the final day of the tourney, while Cersei had been crying for a failed betrothal in her room, Jaime had been watching with awe as Ser Arthur was invested a knight of the Kingsguard…in a ceremony similar to Jaime's own five years later…many people clapping and cheering…a sense of pride lurking around…
"Could you take a seat, Ser Jaime? I wish to have a quick word with you." To be honest, Jaime was quite tired but he still did as Ser Arthur asked and took a seat in front of the Dornish knight wondering what the subject of the conversation could be. "Why did you…set aside your cloak?"
Oh, this… "I wasn't the only one…Ser Barristan did the same." Once the older knight heard all of them had set their cloaks off to be judge by the Regency, he did the same as a gesture of solidarity for his sworn brothers though Jaime knew the man's true thoughts…
"But you did it first." Ser Arthur pointed out. "Why?"
"I do not know…" Jaime admitted. "I just…feel like I'm soiled…for waiting so long to act…for falling to prevent anything…until there were so many lives at stake that it was unbearable for me to continue obeying without question…had I done something before and perhaps there would have been no war at all…"
"I have been thinking the same as well…" Ser Arthur said, his eyes not focused on anything but his thoughts. "Perhaps if I killed the King when I first heard him rape the Queen…all this trouble would have avoided…Rhaegar would be alive…this weird Regency not even thought of…"
So Ser Arthur had the same feelings of guilt and regret as he did…that was…mind easing to some extent…he had feared scorn by his sworn brothers but it seems he got none… "Well…at least now we might know what a true dragon and viper look like…"
Ser Arthur smiled at his words, taking a sip of his wine or water. "Targaryens and Martells joining forces after nearly two centuries of vicious war against each other…is indeed an interesting combination, one that will catch many off-guard."
"Indeed…" Jaime nodded as he thought of what plans his father could have…one thing he knew for a certainty, it would be something to improve House Lannister's position, it always was. "I didn't get it fully right but…did Rhaegar truly raped Lyanna Stark?" This was something that had been bothering him for a long time and even more after Stark returned from Winterfell.
"It depends on the perspective…" The knight said grimly. "They both got drunk and lusty so it was somewhat consensual at first even though they were not themselves, especially Lyanna Stark…but then she understood what was happening and begged for him to stop but he did not because he knew she would get pregnant and he needed his Visenya…"
"Wait so Lyanna Stark had a child by Rhaegar?" Jaime asked surprised but then again he shouldn't be…
"A stillborn boy…not a Visenya as he hoped or has the stupid prophecies predicted…" Ser Arthur said bitterly, his grip in the cup getting tighter. "So much suffering and stupidity for a Visenya that never came to be…"
Neither man said a word afterward…they just stayed there for a while…in silence…until Jaime could not handle it anymore… "Ser…do you believe that you will be reinstated in the Kingsguard?"
"I would hope so…" The older knight admitted. "I would wish to not fail the son as I failed the father…but I will take the punishment if the Regency finds it fit of me."
"It would be a shame if they decide to punish you…it was not your fault…" Jaime said. "I have come to realize that the vows of the Kingsguard were not made with Aerys in consideration."
"I fully agree with you on that regard Ser Jaime, else none of us would be here as we are." The Sword in the Morning said. "But at the end of the day, we are all guilty of something." Jaime could not deny that…he was guilty of a lot of shit… "And in the end…you seemed to have proven me wrong in my original statement to you…when we first patrolled the Red Keep…perhaps you can still prove your worth as a knight and serve the realm to the best of your abilities." Remember what a knight stands for…
"You know what happened here?" Jaime asked surprised.
"A few people told me about the wildfire plot…" Ser Arthur admitted. "I would have done the same as you but luckily there was a Brandon Stark to get some poetic justice for his father's murder."
"Indeed…Brandon the Kingslayer or Brandon the Dragonslayer does have a nice ring to it."
"It does." Ser Arthur chuckled a little. "Anyway…you should retire because unlike me, you are still a Kingsguard and you have a duty to fulfill."
I'm still a knight, a knight of the Kingsguard with potential to prove my worth…I can still be Aemon the Dragonknight somehow because I already am like Ser Gerold, Ser Barristan, and Ser Arthur. They are not more than I. "Indeed I should…Goodnight Ser Arthur." Jaime said as he stood up, ready to leave for his cell.
"Goodnight Ser Jaime."
"And Ser Arthur…I hope that we can patrol the Red Keep again sometime soon…"
The knight nodded. "I hope so too."
Jaime slept well that night…better than in many nights before…the simple fact that Aerys was not around anymore and the war was finished, at least for the time being, helped a lot in that regard. The conversation with Ser Arthur also helped a lot too if he was to confess…he broke his fast with all of his sworn brothers…there was some tension in the air but nothing too serious and then he and Ser Barristan left for their respective duties while Ser Arthur and Ser Oswell stayed in the White Sword Tower.
While walking towards Maegor's Holdfast he spotted Brandon Stark exiting it. "Lannister you can't sing the Rains of Castamere anymore."
"Is that so?" What is this fool talking about?
"You have no cloak of red nor gold…" Stark had a smirk in his lips after saying the lamest jape in the world…he was a fool but he seemed to know exactly when a jape was needed…
Jaime ended up chuckling… "Very funny Stark."
"You know me well Lannister." The Northerner slapped his back. "Good luck with your duty."
"To you too, Stark." They separated and Jaime immediately began wondering what was Stark supposed to do while no meeting was happening? Sit and wait? No…that fool would find something to do I have no doubt…
As he made his way to his destination he couldn't help but think that for the first time since he became a Kingsguard knight, he actually felt good…he finally woke up in the morning looking forward to doing his duty without worries. This was how it was meant to be in the first place…Aerys was the problem. But despite it being like this now, doesn't erase the previous three years.
He arrived at King Aegon and the Princess Rhaenys' room door and relieved the two Gold Cloaks who were outside, positioning himself next to the door, standing vigil to make sure no one could reach the King and his sister. Elia arrived not long afterward and a smile drew itself in her face. "Ser Jaime did we not agree that you were free for today?"
"We did?" Jaime asked confused, failing to remember such an arrangement.
The Princess giggled. "We did…but I see you are committed…"
Seven Hells… "Well…I'm already here so…"
"Why do you not join me and the children for the day instead of staying there?" Elia asked. "You can do your duty that way as well. It's also less boring this way."
She wasn't wrong in that regard, it could get pretty boring just standing there like a tree… "Perhaps…it will not be such a bad idea My Princess…"
Elia whose smile never left her lips opened the door and Princess Rhaenys exited the room with haste to catch her mother's skirt fabric. "Mother! Let's play, play all day!"
Elia picked the little Princess up and kissed her cheek. "Of course we will play my love and today we have someone else to play with us." Elia turned the little Princess towards him and he couldn't help but smile when the little girl beamed with the prospect of having him as a playmate.
"Ser Jaime, let's play!"
"Alright, little Princess, I'm yours to command." he said with a bow.
"Jaime, Jaime!" The little King said as he walked towards the group of people with a bright smile despite looking like he was going to fly to the ground. "Play! Play!" It was so weird to have a King who was barely more than a babe but he seemed like a nice lad with most of Rhaegar's looks so perhaps everything could turn out well for once?
"Of course, Your Grace, I'm yours to command as well." Jaime bowed to his King as well.
"No!" Rhaenys said with a puffy face. "I command you only!"
"My…we have some greedy girls around here…" Elia said with a stern face as she looked at her daughter's face. "What have I told you about greedy girls Rhaenys?"
"They are naughty…"
"Exactly but you are not naughty are you Rhaenys?"
"No…"
"Then what are you going to do?"
"Command Ser Jaime!" The girl laughed as her mother shook her head and laughed as well. Jaime laughed too, the girl was happy and carefree and seemed to warm everyone's spirit.
It was a good thing that he stopped Clegane from harming them…which reminded him of what Elia actually retained from that episode…she never pressed it forward not even when his father was trying to get the best out of her but she was smart so there was no doubt she knew more than what she allowed everyone else to know… "I think I can handle both the King and the Princess, Elia," he said mostly to the children more than to Elia but also to get those thoughts out of his head. "But someone will have to learn to share if she wants to play with me more…"
"Ok…" The little Princess agreed. "I will share you with Egg."
Jaime picked the King up and the little one giggled as he was lifted. "So…what shall we play first?"
The morning passed quickly as it always did when one was having fun…he played a lot with Elia's children and slew lots of evil dragons called Rhaenys while helping the King in his quests to find the captive Princess Mommy as the lad called Elia. Then unexpected news came… "My Princess, the Lannister party has arrived." A servant announced from the other side of the room's door. A feeling of uncertainty filled Jaime as he did not know what to expect from his father…
"Send for either Jasline or Nysah to come here and take care of the children," Elia commanded as she stood up and cleaned her orange dress and looked at him. "Ser Jaime, could you please stay with the children for a while longer until one of my ladies can replace you? I know you wish to see your family but…"
"Do not worry, My Princess, my family is not going anywhere…" That wasn't a lie…he knew that much… "I can stay a little bit more and help the King slay a few more dragons."
The children giggled as they got to their respective positions while Elia left the room with a smile on her lips. Lady Jasline Vaith arrived about ten minutes later and he went to meet his family since it was expected of him to do so. He was just arriving at the Throne Room when he saw her again…
She was wearing an emerald green gown of the color of their eyes. It showcased her slender and gorgeous figure, her curly golden hair was spread widely over her back, her smiles were fake but necessary…that was his sister indeed, his only love in life…And the reason he suffered so much for three years…the sister who preferred Rhaegar over him and wanted Jaime to be some sort of consolation prize…
He had mixed feelings about seeing her…for one he wanted to fuck her till she screamed in ecstasy and for the other, he felt angry for everything he endured for a love that would never be corresponded. Elia saw him approaching and motioned for him to get closer and so he did, never leaving his sister's eyes who were on his as well. "Ser Jaime." The Dornish Princess said with a smile which made him leave his sister's eyes. "You came to see your family right?"
"And guard you and the Queen of course but unfortunately she cannot move much due to her pregnancy," he replied after not seeing the poor woman there. "Uncle, sister."
"Jaime." Cersei said as she extended her hand for him to kiss which he did despite his mixed feelings. Her skin was as soft as he remembered and he wondered if her breasts still felt the same…Rhaegar never tasted them but who knows if he lived longer…
"Where is My Lord father?" he asked curiously because he did not saw him there. "I was thinking I would see him again."
"Lord Tywin was not in the best of health to travel and assume his position as Advisor, currently." His uncle explained and Jaime was caught off guard by that…Was his father as unhealthy as his uncle proclaimed or was this a scheme of his? "He nominated his daughter, Lady Cersei as his replacement for this first council and perhaps a few more meetings if his health remains as it is."
"Well, My Lord please give him the wishes of a quick recovery on my behalf, the Queen Dowager and the King." Elia said, her expression with a fake smile similar to those Cersei gave… "Now the servants shall escort you to your respective rooms which are already arranged in accordance with whatever needs My Lord and My Lady can have."
"My Princess, I have brought two companions with me to help me in my affairs, official and private if it does not trouble you or the Queen." Cersei began with a smile as she motioned for Melara Hetherpoon and Jeyne Farman to step forward, their heads bowing for the Princess. It had been a while since he had seen them and frankly, he kind of missed them as much as Cersei and Tyrion. Especially Melara whose eyes shifted between Elia and him. "I would very much appreciate if at least a room for them could also be arranged if no problem is found of course."
Elia did not show any signs of being surprised but there was no way she was not. "Of course! They will have to wait until such a room is prepared however."
"Do not worry My Princess, they can certainly wait." His sister assured. "I have no more pleads to make so I would like to retire if I may." she is still bold as ever…
"Of course." Elia gestured for two servants to give directions to the prepared rooms.
But before his uncle and sister left, she came to kiss him and in whispers, she told him: "Meet me in my room tonight…we have much to talk about…"
He knew what the conversation would be about…two years ago, his cock would be hard already by the simple notion of entering his sister's warm cunt but now…it was flaccid. Why was that? Is this scorn?
The rest of the day passed quickly…he played some more with the King and his sister but his thoughts were consuming him from within…Rhaegar was the one she wanted not me…Night came and he was relieved from his duty by two Gold Cloaks and he, despite it all, made his way to Cersei's room not before searching for Jeyne Farman to know where his sister's room was actually located. This was because Melara was too smart to not sniff something she should not and no one could fully trust the servants.
He was surprised to see his slow pace as he walked to meet Cersei…as if his body did not wish to go there…Jaime Lannister was definitely not right…he should be struggling to contain his cock in his breeches with each step and instead here he was…thinking on how his cock was flaccid…Did his time as a Kingsguard to Aerys take his lust away? Did his time hearing Queen Rhaella be raped made him a eunuch somehow? And whose fault it was that he had to endure this? It was pretty easy to answer…the same person who wanted Rhaegar over him…perhaps it was because of that that he was like this…
The door in front of him opened…he didn't even notice he had been standing in front of Cersei's room for some time… "Jaime?" she said annoyed after seeing it was him. "What are you doing there? Get in!" he did not…he stayed where he was…he had a bad feeling…His sister, however, got impatient and dragged him inside. "I was beginning to think you would not be relieved of your duties…or that you could not find my room…" she said as he noticed that she had nothing on her but a crimson robe. He looked at his little friend and he was getting a little bit hard but that was it…usually, by now it would be out sniffing for the pussy…
Cersei closed the door and took off her robe, revealing her naked body…her naked slender body with those nicely shaped teats with dark pinkish nipples…and she kissed him in the lips as countless times before…and tried to make her tongue enter his mouth for she always loved to be in command of everything but when his mouth did not open, as both of them were expecting, to be honest, she broke the kiss and looked straight at him with judging eyes. "Jaime? What is wrong with you?"
"I don't know…" Was all he could reply…What is wrong with me indeed…I guess I have some clues…
"You do not know?" she asked, a scoff following her question. "Could it be that the cloak you donned left you a eunuch? Must I check if that eager lad is down there?"
"He is there I can assure you of that." he replied.
"Perhaps one of those…lip services of mine that you love will cure you of your eunuch disease." she said with a smirk as she knelt and began to untie his breeches.
He would not mind her suggestion…nearly three years ago that is…No…he was not right at all…and she mentioning their last time made him remember all his suffering and all his rage… "No." he said as he took her hand away from his crotch.
His sister quickly glanced at him with confusion in her eyes. "What do you mean no?" she asked. "Don't you love me anymore? Has your cock turned to ice?"
It could very well be ice by now but why would you care? It's not Rhaegar's…Jaime couldn't help but sarcastically smile at that. "You ask me if I don't love you anymore and I ask you if you ever loved me in the first place?"
"What?"
"You heard me well Cersei, have you ever loved me as I have loved you?" he insisted, he wanted the answer to come from her lips even if he knew what it would be…and how much it would hurt him.
"You are out of yourself today brother dear…" His sister dismissed as she stood up and picked one of his golden curls, reducing the distance between them. "Of course I love you, you fool, we are twins, we are one and the same, we are meant to be together…"
"Would you have done the same as I did then?" Tell me! I want to hear it from your lips!
"What do you mean Jaime? I do not understand what you are talking about!"
"If I asked you to join the female version of the Kingsguard so that we could be together…would you have accepted? Would you have forsaken the Rock for me as I did for you? Would you have forsaken becoming Queen for me?"
"Jaime I do not know where this is coming from but you never wanted the Rock, you said so…"
"TELL ME YES OR NO!" he shouted angrily at her avoidance of his question. It had always been this way with her and that annoyed him. "Would you have forsaken the Rock or Queenship to be with me?"
No answer came…as he expected…Cersei remained quiet and thus he confirmed his suspicions and smile made itself to his lips. "Not only would you not sacrifice any inheritance or crown for me but you also think of me as just a compensation prize after Rhaegar Targaryen."
"Rhaegar is dead Jaime." she said in an innocent tone as if it could change anything and his blood began boiling.
"Yes and that is precisely why you are here naked in front of me!" he countered bitterly. "Because he is dead and not here to put his cock inside you as you want so much."
"You know I would still be here naked for you…" she insisted. "And don't give me that tone Jaime! You are being a prude!"
"BUT HE WAS YOUR FIRST CHOICE NOT ME!" Jaime roared.
"So that is why you are making this ruckus now?" His sister asked with a cocky grin. "You are jealous? Jealously does not suit a Lannister we…"
"Don't bring father's wise statements here!" he dismissed. "How jealous are you of Elia Martell, Cersei?"
"Excuse me?"
"How jealous are you of Rhaegar's wife?" he insisted and he would continue for as long as she kept trying to avoid giving him an answer. "You said jealously does not suit a Lannister so answer my question."
"Jaime…you are pushing this too far!" Cersei warned him with a very angry expression. "I love you but you are leaving me very angry so let's just stop this discussion before people start pouring at my door wondering what is happening. If you don't…"
"What do you know or care about people Cersei?" he asked. "You never cared for them before so what does their opinion mean to you now?"
"And I'm the only one who does not care for some peasants? What have you done for the people pray tell me? Have you given them money or better lives? Titles for them to brag about? No, so do not bring me that weak argument!"
What have I done for the people? Jaime smirked at that but his anger was boiling as never before. "I have saved the half a million inhabitants of this fucking shit smelling city!" he retorted with an angry tone. "You know of what I have saved them from? The Mad King. That mad fucker you forced me to guard wanted to burn them with wildfire because he was losing a bloody war he started because of his madness and stupidity. That mad fucker burnt innocent people and raped his wife afterward and I had to watch them scream in agony nearly every fucking day! And all for what? To be a replacement for Rhaegar in case he bored you or for you to soothe your ego by being able to fuck more than one guy? You don't love me because we are twins or because we shared a womb and were meant to be together, no that's me who loves you that way. You are just a selfish bitch with a big ego and I'm a fool for polishing it all the time!"
The slap didn't hurt him at all, he had been expecting it ever since he began speaking without any restraint, no, it only made him more resolute in his decision. This was why his cock was flaccid, it was telling him that he would not be a pawn of his sister anymore no matter if he loved her or not. Lions are no pawns, his father said to him once and for once Jaime agreed with him. "How dare you call me a selfish bitch!"
"I just did," he said mockingly. "What are you going to do? Slap me again? Go ahead if you will." he presented his right cheek to her and she slapped it as he smiled. "That's all? It's not even half of what I had to endure this past three months while you played with yourself while thinking of Rhaegar Targaryen inside of you, screaming his name with pleasure while I screamed and begged for someone to save me from this madness I got in because I love you."
He never saw his sister so angry before, she became pure rage, slapping him countless times, trying to get rid of his cocky smile but failing and getting even angrier and thus groaning. Now it was her who was screaming. "YOU LITTLE!"
"Whatever punishment you try to give me will only make me stronger, dear sister, because it proves I'm right!" he said laughing. "It hurts, doesn't it? Losing a pawn to soothe your ego?"
"GET OUT OF MY ROOM YOU DISGRACEFUL MONGREL!" Cersei screamed. "GET OUT AND GO FUCK THOSE HALF A MILLION PEASANTS YOU ARE SO PROUD OF SAVING BECAUSE I COULDN'T CARE LESS ABOUT THEM, YOU UNGRATEFUL PRICK! GET OUT!"
Jaime nodded with a smirk and exited the room and as he did, the door was closed so abruptly behind his back that everyone surely heard it especially when a lioness' roar echoed as well. He couldn't care less about it because he felt good with himself…no more would he be a compensation or a pawn to anyone, he was Ser Jaime Lannister, son of Tywin Lannister, and a lion and a lion is neither a spare nor a pawn.
He was also a knight and he had values and vows to follow. It hurt him to do this given that despite it all he still loved his sister more than a brother should but she never truly loved him as much as he did love her and she would just keep playing him around like a doll who could be thrown off at any time. Perhaps this could bring her some humility…perhaps she could still change and…well…it did not matter anymore, he made his resolution.
Upon entering the White Sword Tower, he once again found Ser Arthur seated by the weirwood table but Ser Oswell was also there that night… "Lannister…I haven't seen you in a while…" The Riverlander knight began before his eyes and Ser Arthur's eyes began wondering what happened to his face... "What happened to your face? Were you stung by bees while on duty?"
"Perhaps I was Ser Oswell…"
His sworn brothers looked at each other and then at him. "What did really happened Ser Jaime?" Ser Arthur asked concerned.
"I just resolved some things I had to resolve, that is all." Jaime replied not wishing to tell them what really happened, they did not scorn him because of him almost killing the King but they certainly would if they knew of his relationship with his sister…
"What sort of things?" Ser Oswell insisted.
"Let him be Oswell, he does not wish to speak about them so let us respect his decision." Ser Arthur concluded, making Jaime sigh in relief. "Whatever it is, it does not concern us. If he tells us about it or not, it's his choice."
"Thank you, Ser."
"No problem, Ser Jaime." Ser Arthur said with a smile. "Would you take a seat?"
"I guess I can do that..." Jaime said as he seated next to his childhood hero.
"I see that I'm at disadvantage here so…let's have a toast to whatever Ser Jaime resolved." Ser Oswell proposed as he placed three cups in the table and picked the Arbor White flagon from the nearby cupboard. "And a toast that this flagon does not have two-centuries-old Dornish red."
Jaime did not understand this reference but Ser Arthur did, if his scoff meant anything that is. The older man picked the cup of wine after it was filled by Ser Oswell and lifted it. "A toast to you Ser Jaime."
Jaime lifted his as well. "A toast to me," he concluded as they all drank. I'm proud of myself…I have finally found my call in life…and I'm no longer a pawn, I'm Ser Jaime Lannister, a knight of the Kingsguard. "But I hope we are not turning into a bunch of drunkards…"
Thank you for the reviews:
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Radomir's Renegades: No problem. Yeah, some of her visions are pretty easy to guess, I didn't want the readers to be faced with only nearly impossible to guess visions and some that may seem like easy ones but have more than one meaning.
Ros is actually one of the few things DnD did good in the show, at least for me, she was smart and a good person but got herself in the wrong place with the wrong boss. Did they really soil their cloaks at the end of the day? I can tell you I have some plans to resolve their situation but it's complicated no less.
I'm quite surprised about being able to finish this Chapter as I wasn't expecting to finish it in under a week. Jaime's POV got too big and so I ended up scrapping a second POV out.
This one is an eventful POV for Jaime, a lot went through for him, including being acknowledged by his childhood hero, understand how much he cares for the Targaryen children but most importantly...yeah...grow out of Cersei's manipulation...This has been building up since his first POV in Part 1 and culminated in his first POV of Part 2 but I'm not sure if I went overboard with it...Jaime ended up feeling a bit of douche but given his cocky and proud personality, I don't think he is OOC here. Basically, his character development from AFFC happened 16 years before due to the different circumstances but is Cersei the evil one here?
Thank you for sparing time reading and I hope everyone has a nice day and stays safe.