Thank you for the reviews, Rakaia, hoopznyoyo, FlimFlam3, and of course my most loyal reader, Princess Rosalind of Underland

Always planned more chapters! Just wasn't sure I'd post them since so few seem to like this fic, but I'll keep posting for the few that do (And because this story is one of my best written and I'd feel bad abandoning it here)

"I'd totally add another chapter each getting their individual tortures, then a final one where each gets to watch the other suffer!"

That may happen, or at least some of that may. Got some pretty fitting and horrifying tortures planned for both.

"Maybe a huge Tyrion-like demon or a Daenerys one! Or the three kids! Ya gotta really twist that knife XD"

At least one of the kids will be making an appearance at some point!

Fear gripped through Jaime. He tried to move away, but the creature was much quicker than him. With ease, it scooped him into its hand and began to walk. A large, empty, unmoving wheel stood mere feet away. Jaime gulped in fear. There was nothing he could do to stop what was to be his fate.

He tried to go away inside, just as he had so many times as a young Kingsguard in Aerys' service. Focusing on the mundane had been one way of doing this. So help him though he could not seem to focus on anything. The terror and fear were far worse than anything he had ever experienced, even in King Aerys' service.

He reached up to feel his hair, running his fingers through it had always helped to calm him in the past. It was then that he noticed that his hair was wet. He would have assumed it was from sweat. He was sweating more than Sandor Clegane racing to get the last piece of chicken during a feast. However, as he moved his arm he observed what seemed to be droplets of rain falling on his skin.