Here we go, another chapter! This is completely from Jaime's POV. This story is going to have three different POVs. Dany's, Jaime's and Jon's. Not necessarily in this order. Sometimes I may decide to write two chapters one after the other from the same POVs. But Dany, Jon and Jaime are the main characters of this story. This story is Dany-centric in a way because everything kind of revolves around her and her choices, what will bring her not to burn King's Landing as opposed to Canon, but it will follow both Jon's perspective on things and Jaime's and it will try to resolve both Jon's identity crisis and the whole situation with Cersei for Jaime.

Also, I'm sure you'll be happy to know that I mostly planned out the rest of this story except for the ending and let me tell you, I'm very excited for things to come. So this story will be finished.

Hope you'll like this chapter, tell me what you think!

Chapter 2

Jaime Lannister woke up barely two hours after falling asleep, with a pounding headache and a dry throat. He had too much to drink last night.

It took a few moments for him to remember why exactly he had drunk that much. The feast, to celebrate the defeat of the Army of the Dead, and then the after-party. Brienne. The Dragon Queen…no, Daenerys.

Jaime sighed. He was glad he didn't let the alcohol numb his senses enough for him to forget why sleeping with Brienne of Tarth was a very bad idea.

Jaime respected her too much to do something like this to her. He knew Brienne's feelings for him were deep and true but Jaime couldn't reciprocate them as she would wish. He wished he could. Brienne was exactly the kind of woman Jaime wished he'd love. Kind, brave, honourable, just.

But Brienne deserved better than him. She was too good, too innocent in some way, for a jaded man like him. Brienne saw the best parts of him but she tended to turn a blind eye to the worst. He could never be the man she thought him to be, not the one she deserved. And blurring the lines with sex would be enough to destroy the purest, least complicated, relationship in his life and he couldn't allow that to happen.

Jaime had therefore kept drinking his sorrows away long after everyone else had left the great hall. He had long resigned himself to the fact that his heart, as much as he wished it weren't so, would always belong to his sister, his other half. He might have left her behind, he might have gone north to fight the army of the dead but his heart had stayed with her like always. He was cursed to love an evil woman who would never love him the same way. Cersei was too selfish to really love anyone but herself, not even her own children, and Jaime had always been aware of that. And yet, he couldn't stop loving her. She was like an addiction he couldn't rid himself of.

He had still been in the middle of brooding and drowning in alcohol – though he would deny he would ever do such a thing – when the Dragon Queen had showed up.

He still didn't know what had prompted her to seek his company last night but Jaime couldn't say he regretted that she did.

Jaime could see why so many people followed her. Why his brother followed her and believed in her. There was something so charismatic about Daenerys Targaryen that was impossible to ignore. Rhaegar had been that way too. A true leader, who inspired people to follow him, to lay down their lives for him even. Jaime was reluctant to admit that even Jon Snow shared this same quality. That was probably one of the reasons Jon and Daenerys seemed to gravitate towards each other.

Not so much of late though. Jaime wasn't really paying attention to it but even he had noticed the obvious distance between the former King in the North and the Mother of Dragons.

Not that Jaime had spent time speculating about it, but he wondered if this distance between them was due to Jon Snow's family. After all, they hadn't tried to keep secret the fact that they didn't approve of Daenerys, especially Sansa Stark.

Jaime never had too much of a good opinion of the Starks in general. Ned had been an honourable fool, too easy to judge others who felt couldn't live up to his impossibly high standards, Robb had been an arrogant, naïve child playing at being King, and from what little he had seen of Sansa Stark, she had gone from being a spoiled, selfish child to a cold, still very much selfish, manipulative woman. He didn't know Arya Stark at all but there was something deeply unsettling about her that didn't inspire too much confidence. She looked like someone who would kill you without remorse and smile about it afterwards. She looked like a coldblooded killer.

Not that Jaime had any room to judge. One of the Starks still alive was a cripple because of him. And his intent had been much worse when he threw Bran Stark out of that tower. He wouldn't have cared if he had died. In fact, he was hoping he'd die so that his secret affair with his sister would remain…well, secret.

Jaime didn't care that the Starks and the Northern Lords hated him. He deserved that hatred, he could freely admit that.

What he couldn't understand or agree with, was the hatred towards Daenerys.

Jaime hadn't been the biggest supporter of Daenerys Targaryen at first. They had met each other across a battlefield and she had burned alive most of his army, men under his protection. He had even tried to kill her, to end the war quickly.

He had thought her like her father. Another mad Targaryen, burning men alive for sport.

But his opinion of her had started to change when he had first seen her at the Dragonpit. Daenerys Targaryen had been willing to halt her war for the throne for the good of humanity, because she knew that there was something more important than a chair at stake here. Jaime had learnt later than she had even lost a dragon saving a bunch of foolish, reckless men – Jon Snow among them – who had ended up trapped beyond the Wall to capture the wight they had then showed in King's Landing.

Those didn't sound like the actions of a mad woman.

Seeing her here then, fighting bravely on her dragon against the army of the dead and the Night King riding the dead dragon she had lost, and all the people, all her men sworn to her, dying to save Winterfell and the North… Jaime knew she deserved all the devotion her people showed her.

And just last night she had named the last bastard son of Robert Baratheon left alive as Lord of the Stormlands and had legitimized him as a true Baratheon.

That she had also decided to spare Jaime's own life, the man who killed her father…it really showed what kind of person she really was.

She was a true queen. And she deserved to rule not because of her name but because of her actions. Everyone could see that.

Well, everyone except the people she had come to save, it seemed. Jaime knew the Northerners were stubborn and proud but he didn't know they were also ungrateful.

And then last night…

That was the first time Jaime had talked to Daenerys Targaryen without other people present. Just the two of them. And what he had seen had surprised him.

Under all that 'Dragon Queen' persona, the one that exuded power and authority from the tips of her silver hair to her dainty feet, there was just a woman. A woman with her own insecurities and vulnerabilities. A woman who was clearly in pain. Who was in mourning. Whose heartbreak was plain to see in the depth of her violet eyes.

She lost one of her dragons a second time, she lost half her army – men under her responsibility that he was sure Daenerys cared for – and she had lost Jorah Mormont, who Jaime knew from Tyrion, had been one of Daenerys' closest advisors, a man Daenerys deeply cared for and that had clearly been in love with her. And whatever was happening with Jon Snow was clearly weighting on her as well.

All of those things together would be enough to make any normal person go a little crazy.

But Jaime had noticed that Daenerys was also extremely strong, just like her mother. She had a strength of will and a determination that was probably the reason why she went from exiled princess living on the streets in Essos to the most powerful person in the world.

She was also the person she least expected to understand why he had killed the Mad King. But she did and she didn't blame him. The daughter of the man he had killed had been one of the few people who had offered him understanding and acceptance.

Jaime found himself smiling at the thought of her before catching himself.

But he knew what feeling he was experiencing for her now. He had felt it before, for her brother, for Arthur Dayne, for Barristan Selmy. Admiration.

Jaime Lannister admired Daenerys Targaryen. What a strange world they lived in.

Still, Jaime was also a man and Daenerys was considered the most beautiful woman in the world for a reason.

He had noticed she was beautiful before, of course. Only a blind person wouldn't notice. And Jaime wasn't blind. Her beauty like her silver hair and violet eyes was one of Daenerys' distinctive traits.

But he hadn't cared. It hadn't mattered to him. What did he care that the Dragon Queen was beautiful?

But he had felt it, last night. It had felt the effect that beauty could have on a man. Talking with her all night, accompanying her back to her room, he had felt it. Like a spark, a tiny glimmer of a feeling he just couldn't ignore.

But he needed to. The last thing he needed to complicate his already complicated life was to somehow develop feelings for Daenerys Targaryen of all people.

Still, he needed to talk to her and he needed to talk to his brother as well. The war against the dead was over and he knew Daenerys was still set on conquering the Seven Kingdoms and remove Cersei from power. Jaime knew that Cersei was beyond saving. Cersei had signed her death warrant when she had lied about sending help north and instead employed the Golden Company.

Jaime couldn't save her. But he could, at least, try to save the child Cersei was expecting. His child.