Just a warning this chapter veers more into M Rating graphic material. The remainder of the fic and the vast majority of it I still feel best reflects T Rating.

Jason

The market smelled of fish and Jason would reek of it for days, as he joined the sea of man navigating through the bustling streets filled with merchants selling her wares. He carried with him a writ from his master, granting him permission to wander the streets unsupervised. A small privilege he enjoyed. Two children in ragged rags sang bawdy songs for a growing crowd and his lips twirled down lightly as he understood the ruse well. It wasn't an efficient strategy, but serviceable for their goals. Jason rolled his eyes as one conspirator knocked over a cabbage cart and the owner cried out. "My cabbages!" Street urchins swarmed the turned over cart like a cloud of locusts devouring his wares. A couple of watchmen chased them off with thick spears. Most of the older urchins evaporated into the air, save a slow one. Meereen was unforgiving. Blows rained down on him, and no one flinched as the body stopped moving and Jason followed suit. A man had to keep his head down and mask his feelings. Though he made no mention of the one hiding in the alleyway behind him.

They are simply starving.

Hunger makes beasts of them all.

Jason played with the coins in his pouch and figured he might spare one or two after he made his purchases for the day.

The urchin, beaten to death, looked roughly the age of Lucio. He taught Master Renshans three youngest children: Lucio, Leah, and Moraq. He took great pride in Lucios progress with sums and Leah was writing in full sentences. And Moraq tried his best. Their eyes lit up with every little thing they discovered. It was beyond rewarding watching them progress. Every child had great potential. Tya made an exceptional student and she would be an amazing teacher if given the chance. I loved teaching her everything I learned.

His tunic was simple, but it marked him as high as a slave could rise. A steward or tutor for the Masters of Meereen. He wore a single green slash around his waist. The urchins could make fine students as well. Jason lamented they would never have the opportunity to experience the joy books provided. A solution existed for any ailment. It only required the right approach. How could they hope to make progress with so few minds thinking? Instead, they fought over scraps like animals. Children should not live like this. The world shouldn't be so debased. He thought of Tya and the long ugly lashes on her back that brought tears to his eyes. Every lash spoke of his failure as a brother to protect her.

I've considered killing Master Renshan with poison. There were no shortage of plants which proved fatal, but the masters eldest son was worse than Renshan and would prove just as cruel. And there was no guarantee he wouldn't get caught. Jason shivered, thinking of the potential death all three of them would share. Any slave that dared to lay a hand against a Master suffered terribly entrails ripped and left hanging on a wooden post or pulled apart by elephants.

Jason kept his head down and went through his routine. It was paramount he didn't attract any attention to himself.

And when he was done his shopping, he gave some of left over coins to one performer. Maybe he can get a warm meal. Jason imagined he had a sister he performed for, or maybe a mother. It was a sweet dream. Out by the docks, ships from Bravos docked into port. A city of ex slaves, it was tempting to slip away and join them. Once an offer had been made. "Bravos is a land of honey and wine. You could live free." Jason recalled the sweet notion. But mother and Tysa could not join him. Three of them couldn't get a writ to venture out of the manse. And he couldn't enjoy the feeling of freedom knowing they remain in bonds.

At least I remain close to Mother and Tya.

It was one of his small comforts.

Some servants met him in the manse's courtyard when he returned and informed him Master Renshan demanded his presence.

I wonder what he wants? Jason wondered. It was not a good thing to be summoned, but Jason dreamed it was something banal.

And he hoped it with all his heart.

Jaime

"Let me ride with you." Jaime asked. "I shall slay the usurper for you."

"My prince." Ser Darry said. "We must depart." A host of Dornish and Lords of the Reach lay outside the walls of Kings landing, awaiting Prince Rhaegars command. Ser Barristan, astride his battle horse, opened his visor and looked at him with pity. He bristled. No man pitied a Lannister especially not himself.

Prince Rhaegar chuckled. "You shall do a great thing, Jaime, by protecting my family. Keep them close."

"My talents would be better served on the field."

"You will do as our prince commands." Ser Darry declared. "I apologize, my prince, for Ser Jaimes' lack of decorum."

Prince Rhaegar chuckled with amusement. "Tis well ser. A prince should hear such impertinence, as my fair lady often tells me." And twisted his white steed to face him.

"Things will be different when I return." His voice spoke with a quiet nobility that made tears form in his eyes. He would die for him. "I have put off too much for far too long." Prince Rhaegar gripped him on the shoulder. "Have faith Jaime, it's always darkest before the Dawn." He twisted. "Come sers, let us chastise Cousin Robert." And departed from the Red Keep, a river of color and banners. Prince Rhaegar, the Last Dragon looked incredibly regal with the knights of the kingsguard at his side.

Jaime woke in a pool of his drool on the filthy sandy floors. He spat out the sand and curled back up on the ground. The clothes he wore were rags, unlike his prior garments. Renshan didn't bother being generous with him and had removed his bed. The Dawn Prince Rhaegar promised never arrived, and Jaime knew it never would. It died in the swirling waters of the Trident. I lost…I actually lost a fight. He took the dive to the disbelief of the crowd and his disgust, but he could not let Tya die.

Beaten.

Cowed.

I'm tamed.

Any attempt to escape would lead to her punishment or death. Even if he craved Cersei lips and hearing her voice, it was not a price he would pay. Her eyes burned just as brightly. She has our eyes. And so he obeyed without question. The Son of Tywin Lannister brought low. A Man of the Kingsguard. Jaime mused with bitterness in the thrall of some soft coincounter like Renshan. If only he had gone with Prince Rhaegar on the Trident, Demon of the Trident or no, he would have slain Robert and ended the Rebellion. He would have been a hero. I am a hero. Jaime knew. I saved them all.

"Ser Jaime Lannister." A woman's voice mocked, hiding in the shadows like a craven. Who dared mock him? Someone with a death wish mayhaps? How amusing. He squinted his eyes as he could see her face fully when she came by the brazier."The son of Tywin Lannister wallowing in filth." His smirk crumbled to nothing at the ghost and his hands shuddered as he felt something he had long since forgotten.

Shame.

"No…No..No." Jaime spluttered. "You aren't real." He shook his head rapidly. "A ghost, nothing more." A ghost like Ser Arthur Dayne or Prince Rhaegar. She was rotting in the ground with all the rest.

"You remember me then." Her blue eyes cut him down like Valyrian steel as she chuckled. "Oh, I'm very much real. You've met my daughter, Tya."

The watery soup almost came out of his gut as he felt green. His voice was a pathetic meow when he spoke. "Tysha." Tyrion's wife. He twisted away, overcome with the feeling of guilt. His trusting little brother. He looked up to you and you broke his heart. Jaime thought and winced. It was the worse thing he had ever done, and the only thing he would take back. Aerys. Cersei. He would do it all again, but what he did with Tyrion…

"What the fuck do you want?" He hissed, lunging for the bars, dirty and ragged like some filthy animal. All beasts were afraid of him. He cut down any man with a sword in his hand.

"Nothing." Tysha replied. She did not even flinch. "There is nothing you can offer me. I came to see Tyrion's brother. Curiosity little more. I laid with a guard to visit." She sneered. "It was tedious." And Jaime felt very small as she leaned forward. Unafraid of how close she was to him. Even the strongest guards were afraid of him. "Once, I thought you were so brave when you saved me from those robbers and chased them down like a knight of song. What a stupid girl I was."

Jaime said nothing, looking at his feet.

"How fares my husband? Did he ever remarry?"

"He loved you." Jaime said.

Tysha laughed. "Did he? He named me a whore as he beat and choked me. A golden chain he wrapped around my throat until my vision blurred. My own husband, who I loved. The two dozen guardsmen were tame compared to him." Her tone was casual as she detailed everything done to her as he gripped his temples and scalp, trying to forget. Blood flowed from his nails. But he could not forget with the ghost of the past standing right in front of him in the flesh. "And what did you do as I screamed? As I lost the ability to weep?" He flinched. Nothing I did nothing. I went away inside. "Brave Ser Jaime turned his back. I was your brother's wife, ser."

"You were after his money." Jaime repeated his fathers words.

"I loved him." Tysha said. "He was kind and sweet and made me laugh." She sighed. "I don't love him anymore. It died that day, but for the forenight we were wed, I was happy. We were happy." And it was true he saw the love in their eyes. It was true and honest, and it pleased him seeing Tyrion happy. His life was a hard one.

"I didn't know." Jaime confessed. "I didn't know what he would do. I thought-"

Her eyes widened lightly. "You told." She reached through the bars and dug her nails into him. He didn't pull away from the pain. "your brother worshipped the ground you walked on and you told your father the butcher of Castamere. Pray tell what did you think would happen?" Not that. Why would he think his father would have done that? Why did everyone always think that? Did they think their fathers are capable of such? It always surprised him what his father was willing to do.

"What the fuck do you want me to say?" He roared. "I can't do anything about it now? Do you wish me to cry, to meow and beg for forgiveness like a whipped dog? What good would that do?"

"I want nothing from you!" She raised her voice a pitch. "There is nothing you can give me. My daughter spends her nights raped by a beast, and my son is being stripped from me sent to some Magister in the Free Cities. I shall never see him again."

Jaime laughed until tears flowed. "Your lying, Tya, is fine. I saw her the day past." They had made a deal him and Renshan, and he wouldn't break it. It was his leverage to control him. And he wouldn't send the boy away either. It was another piece to use against him. The woman had lost her wits.

Tysha chuckled. "You are stupid as a rock. He does, because he can, as all powerful men do."

"Oh, and you wish me to kill him?" Jaime mocked her with a lazy smile. Still not believing her lie, and it was a lie Tya would have told him otherwise.

She turned her back to him as she laughed. "You couldn't kill him ser. A monster men may name you a killer without equal, but you are a hollow husk of a man. A coward. You are no man. Men are brave." Every word cut deep into him, worse than any blow. Worse than any word spat at him in court. "There is no greater coward than you, ser." He lunged for her and wrapped his arms around her throat. No one had ever called him a coward. A man without honor or shame, but never a coward.

"Shut up!" He hissed. "Shut your fucking mouth!"

She didn't even struggle. "Make me! Snap my neck. Snap it you foul bastard. Be a fucking man." And he realized why she came to him. To die. She came to die. He released her as she cursed him and his family. She cursed him to the Seven Hells as she fell to her knees sobbing hard, ugly tears. "My babes, my babes. They take them from me." And he believed her. Tears flowed from his eyes as he wept like a soft-hearted girl. He wept for Tyrions children. He wept for his shame. I failed him, I failed him completely. My little brother. My trusting baby brother.

"I'm so sorry. I'm sorry." He sobbed a pathetic sound and almost reached out for her, but thought better of it. There would be no comfort from him. Every word that came out of his mouth would be poison to her ears. She pulled herself up and left, her sobs fading the further and further down the hallway. Even when she was long gone, he heard Tyrions wife and her hard ugly tears. "Coward." He whispered. A cowardly, tamed lion.

The crowd roared as he brought his opponent with bronze skin to the ground in a pool of crimson. Today was a holiday celebrating one of their queer gods and the crowds swelled even in the blistering heat. He told me I could kill him. Renshan says jump, and he asks how high. The man ruled him and pulled his strings like a puppet master. He rapes Tya. He rapes her. And what could be done? What could he do? Nothing I can do nothing. She would have to endure as he endured the Mad King, or Cersei endure Roberts drunken moods. We all must endure.

He dreamed a memory long since dead as a ghost swirled around him. Ser Arthur and all of his sword brothers. Prince Rhaegar tall and beautiful as the day he left for the Trident. Prince Elia smiled with her babe at her breast. Prince Aegons skull was intact. Princess Rhaenys held a cat and giggled. Queen Rhaella shook her head judging him. A woman that had to be his mother shook her head with pity All of them watched him and judged him as the memory played out.

A smile grace Tyrions face. "I love her, Jaime, and she loves me. She actually loves me."

Jaimes lips twirled upward. "I'm happy for you, brother." He squeezed his shoulder. "Truly." He left him with his blushing bride. The faint sound of songs filled his ear from their abode. Happy sounds from a good union. He rode for the Rock and told father everything. It would be better coming from his own lip and he could soften his Lord Father's anger. Father didn't even twitch in anger and Jaime knew everything would be fine.

"You shall tell him she was a whore. A woman you hired to pleasure him."

Jaime bristled. "They hold love, father, and not a single offer for Tyrions hand has been accepted. Not even with all the gold in the world. I'm no longer your heir, I think this union could be a good thing." The sound of children would be heard in the Rock once more. Boys would swing swords as the girls played with dolls.

His father stood up from behind his desk, and his shadow loomed large. "She's a gold digging whore Jaime." His voice was curt and distant as he didn't even bother to look at him. "The marriage will be annulled, and you will speak of this to no one. It'll be as if it never happened. No one will mock us for your brother's poor judgement."

"You would have me lie to my own brother?"

"You shall do as bid for the Lannister name." The tone brokered no argument. "That pathetic rag you may wear, but you are still a Lannister. You are my son and you shall do as I command."

Jaime sighed and nodded his head.

He didn't know what he would do. He didn't think he would have her raped, but he did nothing. It was better for them all if she was just a whore. Better for him if Tyrion thought that instead of knowing the truth. Tyrion would hate them all if he understood it was real. Though It's what they deserved.

Tyrion joined the ghosts swirling around him. "You lied to me, Jaime! I loved her!"

"You swore to protect the king!" Ser Arthur said.

"My family ser, why is my family dead?" Prince Rhaegar asked.

"Kingslayer."

"Man without honor."

"You could have saved me." Princes Rhaenys held up her cat.

"Save me Jaime. You can still save me." Tya called out to him. "Save me ser."

"Ser Green Eyes." The voice laughed. "Screaming what a pathetic whelp you are." His friend joined him with the laughter as the door opened. "Pretty thing, though." Both were drunk from the celebration. How slow you both look. Jaime lunged for them, killed one with his own sword and the other one he smashed his skull into the wall.

"Jaime." Pieces of skull scattered like leaves in the wind. "My name is Jaime!" His head looked like a smashed watermelon as he ventured down the halls towards the cells that housed the other pit fighters clutching a sword in his hand. A chance of a good death or a chance of redemption. "Yo-" Jaime slashed and walked away from the corpse, falling to the ground. A chance to do one thing right or to die in the attempt. But none of it mattered. Only one thing mattered. Jaime, my name is Jaime. And there were no other men like him in the world. Only him. And he was no tamed lion. Down the bowels of the pits he ventured into the dark earth trying to avoid patrols, but pouncing on those that spotted him. He was leaving a trail of blood and death behind him. The bodies were piling up and Jaime knew the alarm would soon be raised if it wasn't already. Even if the entire city seemed to be drunk on wine and beer. "Behind-" The guard said his last words as he sent his head flying and Jaime killed his friend with a slash. He felt alive for the first time in months. Nothing in the world made as much sense as this.

"Thank you, ser." Jaime mocked as he took the key from his belt and unlocked the door. They chained the pit fighters together against the wall. A room filled with killers. A lesser man might have been afraid. All of them stood up as he ventured into their company boldly as they mumbled his little monicker. "Ser Green Eyes." They said. "Ser Green Eyes." Jaime heard with some respect and amazement. Though he noted suspicion in their eyes and he couldn't blame them.

"Why are you here?" The biggest man in the room asked. His face was covered with tattoos.

Jaime smirked. "To set you free, of course, and kill some soft men in their manses."

A man with a colored beard scoffed. "Such is a death wish." And some men nodded their heads in agreements like sheep.

"Aye." Jaime nodded." Many of us will die. Maybe all of us. But all of us in here are dead men. We shall all die one way or the other in these pits. Why not be bold with our lives?"

Men shouted about glory in the pits or fear for their own kin in the city and Jaime could feel the crowd turning against him. Tis smart of them. I have no plan. Though it appalled him aswell that they were afraid and tamed.

"BY WHAT RIGHT DO THE WEAK COMMAND THE STRONG?!" Jaime shouted. "By what right do soft fat men command real men with fire in their hearts? By what right? It's a mockery to the Gods." He twisted as the voices quieted. "There is no glory fighting for the entertainment of sheep." Men nodded their heads. "They fuck our women, they kill our kin. Let's kill them instead,. Let's take everything they hold." He thought of Tya and her brother, and his eyes burned. Lannisters abused for too long in this squalor. They stood above all others. "Let us drag these fat men out of their homes and restore the natural order of things. I offer you all of their riches. Anything you can claim for your own. Look around you, the entire city is drunk. Now is the perfect time to seize the day. Men are bold. Do men stand before me or simpering women?"

Jaime gazed around them as the large tattooed man voice rumbled. "I'll follow the Killer of Meereen." He chuckled. "I want to feel silk on my skin." Jaime released him first and any man who wished to follow them. Every man broke their chains. Men boasted about how they would sleep in the Great Pyramid tonight. Jaime joined them as they marched out of the cells, taking up any weapon from the dead guards and the hallways turned red with blood and he was beyond happy. Drunk guardsman were easy prey. Every corpse that fell, some of the guilt, seem to leave his chest as they poured out into the streets. He moved faster and stronger than he had in any fight. I could beat Ser Arthur Dayne with Dawn. And he wouldn't stop until someone killed him or he strangled Renshan in his bed and rescued his niece.

I'll save you Tya, I'll save her Tyrion.

He still had a chance for honor.

Tya

The monster's seed dripped down her inner thighs.

Tya went elsewhere as he used her for his pleasure. She wasn't stupid and shed no tears, nor did she protest as he touched her and did what men do. He hurt her, but she was dirt. Dirt had no feelings. Jaime named her a lion, but he was wrong. I'm dirt. I'm always treated like this. The men in her life had failed her. Once she hoped Jaime would help her, but he let her get whipped before bowing his head in submission. He submitted to him! Tya seethed. Even beasts bow to power. Jaime is weak as dirt. Jason, her other half, walked by and said not a word and went about performing his duties as if she were invisible. She didn't care he was being sent away. I hope they beat him! Tya wanted to die, but couldn't muster the will to do so.

Renshan grunted as she pleasured him with her tongue and mouth. Swallowing all of him. Tya wanted to gnash him with her teeth and rip off his manhood in an act of defiance. But she was too frightened and accepted it. "Fuck." He cried and pulled out. Soft hands played with her budding breasts. She whimpered.

"You like that, don't you?"

"Yes, master." Tya replied meekly.

He commanded her to remain on the soft bed as one of his sons entered hysterical and out of breath, like some woman staggering from the ale. Renshan laughed. "Slave Revolt." Tya heard him say. Was it some jape? Tya wondered. Outside, she heard sounds and screams coming from the courtyard and the streets, but it could be just rowdy men celebrating the Feast of the Moon. Master Renshan didn't seem to believe his son, cuffed him on his head and sent him away, mumbling about his idiocy. She pleasured him some more as the sounds grew louder and louder and Master Renshan turned around from her trembling. He's afraid. Tya knew it had to be a revolt, and it inspired her. Somehow, she knew her beast had to have had a hand in it. How could I doubt him? He was merely biding his time like a natural predator. I'll make it up to him for doubting him. Her hands didn't even tremble as she grabbed the vase by the bedside and smashed against her masters skull. Master Renshan didn't die instantly as she hoped, but crumbled to the floor. When he tried to get up, she smashed the vase with all of her strength again and again, laughing as she did so. It took forever for him to die as she grabbed a broken shard and plunged it into his throat. Is it supposed to be this hard to kill a man? She gazed at his corpse for a long moment, memorized by how frail and weak he looked. Why did she bow so meekly to such a man?

"I'm not dirt." Tya whispered. "I have worth."

The loud screams outside frightened her and Tya shook her head and ran as she always did when she was a girl for her brother's protection. Jason's arms always comforted her and the voices outside frightened her. Strange violent men existing behind every pillar. Every shadow would ravage her and she ran, knowing if she were too slow, what would happen to her. She knew the room where he would be when she tried to open the door. It was barred. "Jason!" She called out and thumped her hands against the door until her hands went red. "Jason, it's myself Tya!" Behind the door, she heard furniture being shifted around as the door creaked open and a familiar hand wrestled her in before restoring the barricade.

"Tya-"

She buried herself into his chest, forgetting for a moment Jasons failure and his weakness. The resentment evaporated for a moment like rain in the smoldering heat as she sought the security his arms provided. The moment didn't last long as she pulled away when she noted the three little monsters with their fathers eyes in the room with them. "What are they doing here?" Her voice cracked like a whip.

"They are children, Tya. For Gods sake, they would be killed if left outside."

"Good! It's what they deserve!" Tya said, meaning every word. "Lets send them out!" It sent the monsters into a round of tears as they hugged one another.

Lucio, the eldest a boy of 9 wept the loudest.

"Please don't send us out Jason. Please." Lorea begged, still holding her doll.

"No one is being sent out." Jason said calmly. "Everything is going to be fine." How could Jason defend them? They had their masters look. They were part of the same wretched line and needed to be ripped root and stem. Now, they would know what it felt like being dirt? Helpless and powers as she had spent her entire life. It was perfect. Justice is what it was! If Jason wouldn't send them out, she would kill them by her own hand. I killed the father, what was his spawn to her? All of them would grow up to be just like their father and everyone who spat on her.

Tya scoffed. "Fine, I shall be the man and do it myself."

Jason grabbed her hand before she made it a step. "Enough Tya, I know you're hurting." He spoke down to her like she was a girl of five. "But we cannot blame children for the sins of the father. It would be wrong to harm them."

She shoved against him. "Wrong," she laughed. "I know very well what wrong is, brother of mine. Wrong is what he did to myself while you did nothing." He bristled at the truth. "Wrong is how we have lived our entire lives. This is justice. If you won't do it, I shall." And she would carry it out. She wasn't dirt anymore and she wouldn't be denied anything ever again. Her twin would protest, but would stand aside. He won't choose monsters over his own sister. She still clutched the bloodied shard, a perfect weapon as any. I shall slay them with the same weapon as the father. Jason smacked it out of her hand and wrestled her to the ground. She fought, she clawed and bit, but he was stronger and pinned her down. "I HATE YOU! She thrashed like a lion against his iron grip. I'm a lion like Jaime.

"It's okay, It's okay Tya." Jason said in an understanding voice that only infuriated her more. It was a betrayal that cut deep. He was her other half, and he sided with the little monsters. He sided with them, and her hatred burned into a smoldering rage. Hours passed before a calm descended upon the estate with the occasional gut wrenching scream. None of them got a lick of sleep as the sun rose above them, a fresh round of shouts descending into the courtyard.

"MAKE WAY FOR THE KING OF MEEREEN!"

Jaime

The courtyard to Renshan's manse had seen better days. Shall you be alive, ser? You best hope you are dead. Jaime mused as he dismounted his white stallion. One of the Mereenesse a man by the name Salazan, told him it was custom for a king to be carried by a litter, but he was never one for tradition. King. Jaime thought beyond amused. Brief lives and long hours. Crowns were tedious things, but when the crowd chanted his name with admiration and love in their eyes, it was hard to refuse them. If he refused, they might have torn him to pieces. The mob is fickle and the line between love and hatred is thin And Jaime knew another man would wear the crown and he would likely kill him, fearing him and the popularity the mob held for him. They think I'm a hero; they love me, they actually love me. And it was a pleasant feeling, being appreciated by the masses. But the one thing they love more than a hero is to see a hero fail, fall, die trying. In spite of everything you've done for them, eventually they will hate you. Jaime had learned that lesson all too well when the honorable Lord Eddard Stark judged him in the throne room.

He offered them a practiced wave, enjoying every second of their love.

No one in Kings Landing looked at him like that.

A crowd of former slaves followed the procession of pit fighters to Renshans Manse. Throughout the city, groups roamed like beasts slaughtering one another. Jamie hadn't bothered to establish a sense of order yet. His hold on power was rather tenuous. They demand blood, and we shall pay them handsomely. Maybe when he secured some of the sell swords to his banner and established a new City Watch, he could exercise his power more forcefully. Confirm on the victors their gains of spoils and grant them the legitimacy they sought. The free people of Meereen sought shelter in her temples or whatever sanctuary they could. They went to bed drunk after a hard day of celebration and woke up to a changed city. Slaves became masters. And free men found themselves in bondage or dead. Fires spread throughout the city a headache in the making, but Jaime didn't care a lick. Tyrion's family was all that mattered. All of Meereen could burn to ash and he wouldn't lose an ounce of sleep. Maybe a little sleep. Jaime thought. I'm not a monster. "Come out, in the name of Ser Green Eyes King of Meereen." Drax declared with a booming voice. "Come out or your lives are forfeit." He had no desire to harm anyone. Well, save Renshan, of course, but who wouldn't?

The survivors emerged from the abode. Some members of the household, but Jaime didn't pay them any mind. When Tysha came out, he let out a small breath in relief. Her eyes were dead as Drax commanded her to kneel, and she refused to move. "Are you mute woman?" Drax asked, fuming prepared to strike her. Jaime intervened and saved Drax's life by doing so. I would have killed him for laying a hand against her.

"Not that one." Jaime voiced. "She need not kneel." And he sent Drax away as he went to converse with her out of earshot as the crowd behind them looked puzzled at his reasoning. His arm entangled with her own. They must think I'm fucking her.

"Ser Jaime." She mumbled.

"Where are your children, my lady?" Jaime asked.

She straightened, and her jaw clenched defiance on her lip and held her silence like a brave fool. "I don't mean them any harm. No one will harm any of you again."

"You did this for us?" Tysha laughed. "You expect me to believe such?"

"Believe what you will." Jaime replied. "But your tears moved me." He placed his hand to his heart and smirked. "I'm a sentimental man and you are family, my lady." Tyrions wife would suffer no more hardship. Come on, my lady, I mean you no harm? Though he didn't blame her mistrust, it was smart of her. He did come from a dangerous family. The words on her lips vanished when she noted Tya turning the corner with a boy that must be Jason. Tysha threw herself at her daughter, weeping. Tya shed no tears and brushed aside her own mother. A cold act even for a granddaughter of Lord Tywin.

"Jaime!" she cried out. "You came. I knew you loved me."Blood soaked her skin, and she looked like a true lioness and she looked beautiful. You are Tyrions, daughter. Jaime thought with some shame. "Kill them." She begged. "Kill them." He hardened at the fieriness in her voice. And gestured to the three little heads hugging behind Jason's legs. Jason wasn't as tall as himself, and he didn't look a warrior, but he had the classical Lannister look: fair skin and bright green eyes with blond hair as fine as gold. Jason gave little away with a neutral look that would have made Tyrion proud. Though he saw nothing of Tyrion in him.

Jaime raised a brow. "And what have they done to earn you ire?"

"They are Master Renshans. I want the line ripped root and stem!" She seethed.

"I would rather kill the man himself."

"You are too late for I've already done so." Tya said. And it was a shame. He was rather looking forward to killing the man. Behind the fierce tone, she looked on the verge of tears, and it pierced him with a sense of overwhelming guilt. I would have killed him slow for you.

"Oh sweetling." Tysha reached for her daughter, only for her hand to be swatted to the side. She flinched in pain at the rejection. Jaime wished he could have killed the man before he touched her. Maybe he should kill the children? It would grant her some justice and help her sleep at night. Tya suffered enough. The children were living, breathing signs of his failure. Why shouldn't he kill them? And he could think of no reason save it felt wrong.

As he considered whether to grant the request, Jason voiced. " You cannot judge the children for the sin of the father." He said calmly. "If you kill them ser, my life must be forfeit as well."

Jaime recoiled.

Tysha called out her sons name and begged him to relent, but he refused with a stubborn glint. Tya didn't say a single word as Jaime shook his head. "Why?" Jaime asked bewildered.

"I have a soft spot in my heart for children. Tis wrong to kill them."

And Jaime smiled as he recalled Tyrions affection for bastards, cripples and broken things. It brought him around as he agreed with him. "Eloquently put." He said cheerfully. Tya scowled, displeased by his command. Jaime offered to make the children her servants to command at her whim, and that seemed to satisfy her. It seemed poetic as well that the Masters children should serve them. Jason didn't object and nodded his head in agreement. He embraced them both, wrapping his arms around them and pressed them forward to the sight of the crowd. "Smile." He whispered to them. "They love brilliant smiles." The crowd of onlookers looked puzzled and amazed as he declared. "Good people of Meereen." Jaime declared. "I bring before you my nephew and niece. Your prince and princess!" He raised Jasons hand. "Prince Jason, my heir, and his sister Princess Tya!" They had a moment of silence before they shouted praise and love for them, showering them with flowers and broken shackles. The adoration of the crowd seemed to soothe Tyas bitterness as her eyes lit up like Cersei on her wedding day with Robert in the Sept of Baelor as she basked in the glow of the masses. Her wave was natural. Jaime thought of Cersei as they cheered. I'll come home soon Cersei, but I need to get these two settled in first. And it would be nice to play the hero king for a time.

"King Green Eyes!"

"King Green Eyes!"

"Prince Jason!"

"Princess Tya!"

Jaime could certainly get used to this as he flashed a wicked smile. These people certainly know how to recognize men of quality.

Authors note: Yep, as some of you(okay a lot of you) guessed it's Tysha! And Jason and Tya are Tyrions kids. Jaime really does love his incest. Now Jaime is a king and they do have such short lives. Poor guy. Next up we head back to Westeros to a hopefully more peaceful wedding for Robb Stark in Winterfell with Jasper Arryn and his wards traveling to participate. All of the Starks and Arryns are under the same roof save Ned who remains in Kings Landing.

I've also been working on the next chapter in advance so it should come sooner than this one. As always I enjoy reading the comments!

Atp: Yep, you are right!

Mithatha SA: Yeah Jasper is a flawed guy thats for sure, but everyone in asoiaf has flaws so I tried to fit him into the cast of characters.