Jaeron XXIV

It felt strange to him. Being back in company that only knew him as the bastard son of Eddard Stark that is.

How many times had he received a harsh glare from Lady Catelyn to remain out of sight whenever they had visits? How often had he accidentally bumped into someone and they had jokingly said he looked exactly like the Lord had when he was said age? How often had he heard them snickering when they thought he couldn't hear? He had not expected to have gotten so accustomed to being treated like a normal person whilst in Greywater Watch, and he especially didn't think he would become accustomed to being treated as a King which he had since they had let it out there. The difference striking him like someone had just smacked him across the face so hard he was seeing stars.

Despite this, it was a welcome change, reminding him of where he had come from and where he was now. So far, the information is controlled and it is beginning to seep from its cage. From the rulers of Dorne knowing, to two House's in the North knowing, and with Beric Dondarrion and Edric Dayne now spreading the information in their ventures. It was only a matter of time before someone with a spy picks up on it before everyone will know, depending on how it is put. If the Lannister's find out first, there was no doubt in his mind they would do everything they could to squash it to secure their now rule. And if anyone else were to find out, whatever plans they had in motion were going up in flames before they had even made a move. He felt awful doing it because he now knows what it feels like to be outplayed after what happened with Torghen, guilt eating him deep inside that he still had no clue on the matter. The man had seemingly disappeared into thin air after fleeing with Sansa.

"Well, the plan was to head for Riverrun next, but we've come to a standstill."

He kept his face poised as he looked at his brother, silently asking for further information. Robb looked to his uncle who was still staring at both him and Arthur like a child being told they could have unlimited sweets. That was something that would need to be addressed. Whilst it was him who brought up the Blackfish wearing the white cloak, ultimately that was Arthur's decision in who got inducted as his Lord Commander. All Jaeron had to do was authorise it.

"We received this raven a few hours ago, it arrived from Riverrun."

The older handed him over a small piece of parchment, unrolling it to read the words on there. Having to strain to make out the wording as it looked like someone of three name-days had written it. It was eerily quiet, but he could feel the anger now seeping in to the uncle and nephew, Arthur seemingly sensing it too as he walked over to read over his shoulder. It took a second for him to understand the wording on it, reaching up to pinch his nose tightly and cursing under his breath.

"Jaime fucking Lannister has laid siege to the castle in question. Wonderful."

Behind him, he could feel the Knight tense a little at the name, suddenly remembering that it was his own Kingsguard who had Knighted Ser Jaime in the first place. He didn't talk about the Lannister much, clearly either regretting the decision to do so or wondering where he went wrong.

"We need those men, and we need your grandfather in on it all to add to the legitimacy of the claim-"

"So you are going for it? What happened to wanting nothing to do with it and only wanting revenge for what happened?"

Why was he joking in a situation as such? He was about to retort back but soon noticed that his brother was biting his lip which confirmed he was simply just trying to divert the topic.

"Nothing has changed. I want nothing to do with that damnable throne. However, if we come out the other end of this it will fall to me to hold it as first in line. And I won't be able to hold it if I don't take precautionary measures to secure it beforehand. Because one way or another, we need to get the Lannister's away from the crown."

No one responded to these words, all remaining silent as they thought carefully on it.

"Do we know roughly how many people are holding the siege? Or what defence's they have?"

"Nay, like I said, we received this hours ago."

Jaeron rolled the scroll back up and handed it back to Robb before turning to Ser Arthur.

"Find one of the wargs who has a bird who came with us, Ser. Have them send them to keep an eye out and to give a report. It doesn't need to be accurate, just a guidance will do."

Nodding, he left the room to carry out the order bestowed upon him.

"Ser Brynden, what can you tell us in relation to your family's castle that we can use to our advantage?"

Clearly, the Tully Knight was surprised by the direct referral, still looking to him warily. Whilst he had been made aware of the truth, he knew it would've been a shock to him. Almost as much of one as when he had been told alongside his siblings and the Lady. They'd all had time to get used to it, but the Blackfish was being thrown in at the deep end and being buried under knowledge that was believed to be falsified. Currently, without Hoster's oath of fealty, he was committing treason against his House. Remembering Catelyn's lecture on her family values. Family before duty, and duty before honour, no matter the case. Right now, he was probably thinking of a way to word this without it being too incriminating.

"Riverrun is built on a small island with a large trench surrounding it that can be filled with the release of the dams that block the three rivers which flow around it. Whilst it isn't deep when filled, the bed it leaves is treacherous from the plants which can wrap around someone to trap them, to the dirt turning sticky to the point one cannot pull free. This combined with not many people knowing how to swim means it is almost impregnable-"

"Hence the siege. If they can't take it immediately, they can take it over a lot of time."

Robb's slight interjection was met with a small nod from his uncle.

"We have three options then. We either break the siege, we prolong it by getting supplies through some means, or we leave it. The first option is difficult but not impossible given the correct strategy. The second is considerably more difficult as they will be prepared for such a thing to occur unless there's an underground system like Winterfell has its crypts which span for who knows how many miles. Logically, the last option is our best but it makes us look bad for leaving one side of a family out of it which could leave an opening for another House, and we also would not be as fortified."

His brother was shocked at his observation, and from the way the Blackfish's eyes widened, he had also been thinking carefully on the matter at hand.

"We need to go with the first option. Arthur should be back in a few minutes. Luckily, he had the sense to cover his hair with his hood there so he's not recognised. Dayne men should be arriving soon but I messaged Allyria for them to arrive at Seaguard. They should be there by the end of the week. We need to strike quickly, meaning we need to get there quickly. What is the quickest route to Riverrun from here?"

"Through the Twins is the quickest way to do so. Said castles are about four days away if we ride hard and fast in the next few hours. From there, we could meet up with the Dayne men at Seaguard provided your estimation is correct. Then to Wendish Town, past Raventree Hall, and finally to my ancestral Seat."

This time, he didn't hesitate to give the information, because it was to free his brother and nephew from their current captivity. The first question had an answer that could be considered treasonous, this one was not. Ideas spinning in his head as he thought carefully on the matter.

"There is a way we could end it immediately-"

"No. I will not use either Rhaegon or Lyrax like that unless I have absolutely no choice-"

"You don't need to use them, just show them. That would probably be enough. Do you not remember Luwin almost fainting when he saw them on our laps right after they had hatched?"

He did remember. The Maester rarely showed any expression other than a kind one, that being one of the rare times this cracked. Breathing deeply before looking his brother directly in the eyes.

"They're my biggest strength at the moment. From a strategic point of view, it's stupid to use the largest weapons first as everything else is miniscule in comparison. Also, they're very much still young. Aye I've bonded with Rhaegon and I have mounted him like my ancestors did, but they are only going to get considerably larger."

Robb opened his mouth as if he were going to retort but closed it as he thought on the words. Jaeron knew where he was coming from. He wanted it to end soon and with what they have behind them they could do so. But sometimes, ending a war too soon without taking the correct steps leaves seeds of dissent which can create a cycle. That is the last thing he wants and especially not something he needs.

"Our best bet is to use the terrain to our advantage. We need to consider the option that the moat wasn't filled in which case we can use the trench as a trap. But if it is filled, then we'll need to use whatever is surrounding it. We could try to break the siege by splitting them all up and taking them out one by one. Only problem is by doing so it prolongs it all which could be catastrophic. If we take them all on at once, it will be what they are expecting and therefore will be prepared for such."

Now, he noticed the slightly older male was looking around elsewhere, clearly having a plan forming in his head. He was about to ask but Arthur came back into the room right then with Catelyn following close behind. She smiled lightly his way which had him feeling strange. Whilst they were at an understanding with one another now, past grudges aren't easy to forget.

"Elissa is sending her eagle as we speak, we should be getting a response in a couple of hours."

"That quickly?"

Robb was surprised, and he could see Brynden was too, likely trying to see what they could use said gifts for.

"She'll see through the eyes of the eagle. It's a quick flight for a bird from here to there, even more so if we move now."

Whilst it wasn't technically an order as of yet, the tone of his voice was enough confirmation. And he was correct, the closer they were, the quicker they will get information. With the thought in mind, Arthur reached into a pocket in his tunic and lifted out a small tub, opening it and taking a scoop of the paste. The scent immediately making him feel ill as he remembered having to smear it through his own hair to avoid detection when he was heading to Starfall. Within a minute, his hair had turned from black streaked with silver to medium brown once more, making sure to toss it up so it looked unkempt.

"How do we explain the eye thing? Not to sound rude but both yourself and Arthur have purple eyes which only those with Valyrian descent have-"

"I'm basing it off the rumour of me being Ashara's son which will explain mine own. Arthur on the other hand is playing a bit more of a dangerous card. He's using the descent from an ancestor card. Specifically Princess Saera Targaryen. Daughter of King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne."

"Wasn't she the one who was sentenced to join the Silent Sister's for laying with men prior to marriage and generally causing havoc for her parents?"

Nodding lightly at this, he continued.

"Aye, she was sent there. I believe she was also sent to the Citadel but she left and fled for Lys before settling in Volantis if the tales are to be believed. She had numerous children, both sons and daughters, it makes sense there would be someone popping up down the line with a lineage going back to her."

Catelyn gave him a look at this, silently asking if it was him who thought of that one. All he did was glance to the Knight out the corner of his eye to confirm that he had not and was simply going along with it. Whilst he's become adept with politics, he wasn't someone who could weave through them like needle and thread on fabric. Jaeron looked to Robb now, awaiting the order to be given. He gulped hard before nodding.

"I'll explain to the Lord's and the armies to prepare to move within the hour."

Arthur followed him outside, clearly sensing a talk of some kind needed to happen now. Fear was eating him up deep within. He'd grown up with stories of the Blackfish, and he knew of his prowess. Being in the same room as the man was humbling. It was a feeling Robb would've been feeling too with Arthur being here.

"Have you heard anything regarding Sansa?"

Catelyn's voice cracked a little, and he was surprised it wasn't brought up earlier.

"What's happened to Sansa? Is she not in Kings Landing betrothed to the Lannister bastard?"

He bit his lip hard now, and it didn't take long for Ser Brynden to catch on. Looking to him sternly and awaiting a response.

"Someone I trusted was seen accepting a pardon from Joffrey before escaping with Sansa. We don't know where she is but I do have people trying to pinpoint her location. It was a massive blow, but I do know where she is not. She's not in Kings Landing, and she's not with any of the other claimants. The moment I hear any word regarding her whereabouts, I will alert you both with all the detail I can muster."

There were some tears now in the Lady's eyes, but she had been equally as shocked regarding the betrayal as he had. Nodding in a silent thanks. His own voice wavered a little at the words and he silently cursed to himself for breaking his court mannerisms Howland had worked for months for him to master.

"I believe you received Ser Arthur's offer, Ser Brynden?"

That seemed like a good place to start. He felt like he was back in Sunspear speaking with the Martell brothers again with this. Whilst it was a visit that was needed as it meant there would be less people to fight against, he really shouldn't have threatened them. At the time, he had not seen why that was a bad thing. But now that Prince Doran had not responded to the betrothal offer to his daughter it was obvious that he had just backed himself into a corner. It was one he was going to need to work on to get out of.

"Aye, I did. I have also been made aware of who you really are."

"Does it bother yourself? That I'm one of two known Targaryen's still alive?"

The question had the desired affect as his lips pursed in a little. Catelyn was certain her family didn't hate his own, had only deflected when their values challenged it. But she had not seen members of her family for a long time, and time can change opinions and facts.

"Please Ser, air out your queries and I will do my best to answer them whilst we are awaiting on Robb coming back."

He had made sure to word it as such that it was a request, but he was under no illusion that the man wouldn't see through the honeyed language. It was an order, and he knew he would feel duty bound due to his values to respond.

"What proof do you have the claim is legitimate? What are you planning on doing if you do end up being the one standing at the end? How would you rule? How do I know I can trust you considering how you were brought up? And how do I know you aren't making it all up to usurp Robb?"

Catelyn froze a little at the words and was about to retaliate, but he simply looked at her and nodded. Purple meeting blue for a moment before nodding obediently and leaving the room so it was just the two of them. It was only now that Jaeron sat down, signalling for the other man to do the same which he did so a little cautiously.

"In regards to the claim, the word of Lord Eddard, Lord Howland, and Ser Arthur as they were there. Also, the word of Allyria Dayne alongside Edric Dayne, their wet nurse Wylla and her brother Orran. When my uncle got to that tower and found my mother bleeding out after me having to physically be cut from her, numerous letters between all parties. Some from Princess Elia, some from my mother, and some from my father. All confirming they were okay with it all and there was no bad blood there. Other than these letters, copies of the documentation proving my parents marriage signed by the High Septon at the time which Ser Arthur was witness to alongside Ser Gerold and Ser Oswell. Two crowns were there, one that has not been seen since Daeron I was killed on Dornish soil in retaliation for his taking of Dorne and the other being my father's. Lastly, this sword was left."

His hands moved to the side to unbuckle the cover of the hilt; the sheath hidden in a slightly larger one which clipped on courtesy of the blacksmith at Greywater Watch just before they left. The cover fell off when the final clasp was removed to reveal the sword underneath. It didn't take a second before he recognised the hilt.

"It can't be-"

"Aye, it is Dark Sister. Would you like to examine it to prove so?"

It was amusing seeing childhood wonder dancing in his eyes now. For someone who clearly was incredibly serious, it was a reminder that he was someone who got excited by some things too. Unsheathing it and handing it over so he could look at the blade. There was no denying the metal it was made of, Valyrian steel looked completely different to regular steel with it's dark grey colour and bright blue ripples that came from it being folded in on itself hundreds of times in its forging.

"To answer your next two questions. If I am the one who is remaining at the end, I would take precautionary measures. I wouldn't kill anyone without a reason to do so if it weren't on a battlefield. I would listen to counsel and I would remain as fair as I could given the situations. In regards to Robb, I will admit that if you had asked me a few years ago, I would've admitted there was a fleeting thought in my mind once or twice, but my love for him immediately overshadows this. Back then, I still believed myself to be a bastard that at most could hope for a Knighthood or the Wall to try and build a name for myself other than the stain on Lord Stark's otherwise perfect honour. Now that I know the truth and what really happened, the singular driving force I have is revenge on those who wronged not just my family but the Stark's. I am just as much a wolf as I am a dragon, Ser. My real siblings were both butchered simply due to who our father was. Whilst the Stark's are cousins by blood, we were raised as siblings, and I love them all fiercely. I would never do something to harm either of them."

The older was still staring at the sword in complete awe, but he could tell the words had registered in his mind.

"I don't expect for you to accept immediately or even in the near future. It is an offer, not a command. Ser Arthur speaks highly of you, and I trust my Lord Commander implicitly. You have been made aware of a truth that hundreds if not thousands will immediately deny as being so because it affects them. I would like an answer prior to the claim being made though. Now, I think we had better go and find Robb. The report should be coming back any second now too."

Brynden was shocked, that much was obvious, but he no longer seemed to have a resentment towards him which was a start. Handing the sword back over to him as he buckled it back into place alongside the covering and leaving the room. When they entered, he could see the Lord's and Ladies suiting up to move from Moat Cailin. Some were giving him strange looks but he ignored it. If he was getting strange looks now, the ones he would be getting when the truth does come out will have them looking like he had grown another head like Maelys the Monstrous reportedly had. It was Robb who found them and he simply nodded to confirm they were going to be riding out within the hour. Just as they were leaving, Elissa walked in. Some sneering at her and some calling her a filthy frog-eater. But she paid them no mind before confirming there were around ten thousand holding the siege, and all seemed to mostly be on the eastern side.

The next four days they all rode hard and fast. He remained behind Robb at all times as right now, he was the one leading the armies and he needed to make an impression. Eyeing Lord Jon Umber who had taken to wrapping thick linens around his hand where Grey Wind had bitten two of his fingers off for refusing orders. A part of him wanted to call his brother out on the move, but he couldn't exactly talk as he had threatened the damned leaders of Dorne which was now backfiring on him massively. They need alliances, but he needs to seriously consider it as whoever he ends up married to would be Queen. Not a small title to take up in any way.

He was accustomed to being in the Neck now, and he knew how to avoid certain things. How to spot if a bog was filled with something called quicksand, how to accurately guess how deep a stream was as those were apparently deceptive. To how to avoid areas where there was more likely to be lizard lions waiting on their next meal to come along. Whilst he doubted they would be able to take down horses, the chance was still there and they weren't going to risk it. It was steadily getting warmer and he could tell Robb was not enjoying it in the slightest. He was used to the warm yet damp weather that was common in said area of the North, and he wished he could say something to have him be comfortable, but there was nothing there other than simply grinning and bearing it.

On the morning of the fifth day of which they had been riding, he could see two castles up ahead. It didn't take a genius to figure out which castles these were. Robb sending approximately two thousand men down the riverbanks to act as a garrison just as a precaution as they got closer to the Twins. His brother was nervous, that much was obvious. Whilst in the North, their own men were duty bound to follow them due to them all being vassals of House Stark, they weren't in the North anymore. Now, they were in the Riverland's. They were duty bound to rally for Hoster, but if they couldn't get to Hoster due to this siege now in place, it would all be for naught. At least, until Catelyn stepped up after they had set up camp.

"I'll negotiate with him. I've known Lord Walder since I was a little girl. He wouldn't dare to harm me under something as miniscule as crossing a bridge. I should be back in a few hours."

Robb noticeably let out a breath he had been holding at this before nodding to his mother, Jaeron doing so as well to give her consent from his end too. She had negotiated with Varys for him, and he didn't doubt she would get to an agreement with the man. He walked over to his own tent that he was sharing with Arthur, the Knight quirking an eyebrow up to silently ask what was currently happening. Not much could be said though because it was now just a waiting game. Ten thousand men they were going up against. Clearly Jaime wasn't taking any chances with this.

"Will you be joining?"

Arthur sat down atop the pile of furs which he also did.

"I want to, but Dawn is far too noticeable. Plus, he will recognise me."

"Do you regret it? Knighting him?"

It was silent for a few minutes before he shook his head in the negative.

"I don't regret Knighting him, but I do regret not saying anything to stop him being inducted into our brotherhood. None of us were stupid, we all knew he was brought in to slight Tywin. Have you heard the saying of not pulling the lions tail?"

Jaeron gave him a blank look, confirming he had not heard the saying before now.

"A lot of people say so. Ever since what Tywin done with Castamere, they know his ire and that he will stop at nothing. It's no secret he despises Tyrion, and he made it clear he wanted Jaime out of the Kingsguard from the second he was accepted in. Jaime is not like his father. Whilst he was incredibly vain, he wasn't corrupted by power like what would be expected of the eldest son of someone so ruthless."

"Yet he stabbed my grandfather in the back."

It got scarily quiet at these words.

"We should prepare then because I will be joining Robb. Is it normal to feel terrified right before a battle even though one has been preparing for them for months?"

The Knight snorted at this question

"If you weren't terrified before a battle, I would be worried. Only an idiot isn't. We can spar in the meantime to get your body movements up to scratch beforehand."

He would've been an idiot to turn an offer as such down. Jumping to his feet and removing his swords before realising two Valyrian steel swords would be too noticeable. Frowning deeply, he placed Dark Sister under the many furs in case anyone stumbled upon it. He doubted it, but it was too risky at the moment. At least with Longclaw he could be honest and say he had been gifted it as a thanks for saving Jeor Mormont's life. Some of his nieces were here, him recognising Dacey almost immediately with her mace strapped to her back. A few people stopped what they were doing as they spotted him, once again ignoring the taunts coming his way. They would be eating their words soon for that, and he could use it to his advantage to make it out to be someone who does not hold such remarks as treason. There had been far too many rulers who were like that and it had not ended good. They fought for what felt like hours, to the point where the sun was now high in the sky and not simply above the horizon like when they had arrived. Only stopping when they spotted Catelyn riding back to camp. Her face was guarded as she approached and this set dread deep within him. What now?

"Are we able to cross?"

Her eyes darted to the ground for a second before looping her leg back to dismount before walking over to Robb, Jaeron moving over towards them to await a response after sheathing Longclaw again.

"We can with certain conditions."

"What are these conditions?"

A horrible feeling began to make its way into the King now, realising it must be a rather large toll the man wanted.

"Lord Walder has granted your crossing. His men are yours as well. He will keep a few hundred to hold the crossing just in case. You will take on his son Olyvar as your personal squire. In time, he expects a Knighthood."

That seemed fair so far, so what had her so nervous currently? But then he remembered she had said conditions, meaning he was asking for more. It was Robb who broke the silence with this as he asked, Catelyn looking to the ground for a moment before looking him in the eye before moving to Robb.

"Arya will marry his son Elmar once she comes of age."

He wanted to snort aloud at this. There is no way Arya would agree to that. She was adamant she wanted to be anything but a Lady. If she had the choice, she would've likely gone for a Knighthood. But alas, as she was a girl, this couldn't happen.

"When the fighting is done, you will marry one of his daughters, whichever you prefer. He has a number he deems as suitable."

There it was; the reason for her being so nervous. Whilst marriage alliances were going to be needed, he had expected one of a much higher calibre so they could get more men. Hand raising to cover his mouth as he bit down on the inside of his cheek to avoid yelling in frustration. Clearly, Robb was having a similar thought process on the matter.

"Can I refuse?"

"Not if you want to cross."

Could they risk it? Losing such a valuable asset as the Warden of the North and Lord of Winterfell to a Frey? One thing was for certain, they needed to get across that bridge to meet the men who would be arriving as Seaguard any moment now. For all he knows, they could've already docked and were awaiting his arrival. He is the biggest pawn politically, Robb being second. Bran was now betrothed to Meera Reed as Howland had finally agreed to the offer which left Rickon. His brother turned to him now, silently asking for confirmation. There was no other way around it, they needed to take this hit for whatever plan Robb has to work. Therefore, he nodded a little.

"Then I accept."

That was it then, they now had one less political ploy they could use to their advantage. But they still had a massive boon in the form of his legitimacy. It took them two days to arrive at Seaguard and much to his relief, the Dayne men were already there. Some giving him looks as they were some of the few in on it, but he shot them a glare to confirm it wasn't out yet amongst the Northerners. Their forces were now just shy of nineteen thousand which would certainly be helpful. He'd heard Rodrik speak about it on occasion. Numbers don't win battles, they just aid. After almost another week of them riding, two rivers were seen which conjoined and once atop a hill, he could see the castle of Riverrun in all its glory at the mouth.

The moat was filled much to his relief, meaning that for the time being Lord Hoster and Edmure Tully were safe. Taking note of the banners. Westerling, Marbrand, Swyft, Lefford, and finally the golden lion on a red field that confirmed Lannister.

"What is your plan brother?"

Robb looked down for a second before looking him in the eye.

"You'll be staying behind Jon."

It felt like a punch to the gut. What did he mean with that? They were playing it off as though he had come to help, and they couldn't do this if he was remaining behind. Opening his mouth to retort but Robb silenced him with a scowl.

"Īlon daor risk se dārys va se ēlī vīlībāzma gō īlon māzigon naejot nūmāzma aōla." (We cannot risk the King on the first battle before we come forward about yourself.)

He closed his mouth at this before nodding, understanding where he was coming from. When the truth is out, he will need to fight. But prior to the reveal, it would be far too risky just in case he fell. It would all be over before it even began. With the thought in mind, he clasped Robb's arm tightly.

"Good luck, Stark."

Then he walked away in search of Arthur. Eyes glancing to the nearby forest where he could feel both Rhaegon and Lyrax lurking in the trees. It was a miracle in itself that no one had come across them yet, and this needed to remain the case. He needs to be the one who reveals his identity, no one else. An hour or so later, he heard thundering hooves outside of the tent they were sharing confirming the charge was on, nerves eating him up once again.

"He'll be okay, Jaeron. I know a fighter when I see one, Robb is definitely one of them."

The words had little effect on him, but he was glad for them all the same. The sounds soon disappeared as they were too far away from it to hear everything that was going on. Catelyn appearing not long after biting on her bottom lip so hard there was a thin trail of blood on her chin.

"At least there's a garrison in case it fails-"

"Garrison? What do you mean?"

Confusion took over him now, Robb hadn't told her?

"He sent two thousand men ahead, my Lady. Just in case-"

"He sent those two thousand men to occupy Tywin's camp so there would be no reinforcements. Did he tell you differently?"

He felt like a boulder had just fallen on him at this. No wonder Robb was looking to him oddly, and it stung deeply he had not told him what he was really doing. They had promised to do everything together once they had reunited so why had he gone behind his back with this one? These thoughts span in his head and were only broken by the sound of hooves returning after what seemed like minutes but was likely much longer. Walking out to be faced with their own banners returning. He couldn't see his brother at first, but he soon appeared with something strapped behind him. What? This was answered as he jumped off the horse and he realised the something was in fact a someone. With a sack covering their head he couldn't make out who it was. Robb pulling them off the horse and removing the sack. A face he recognised well from when he had rode into Winterfell.

Jaime Lannister.