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Beta'd by RhaenaTargaryen

Thank you to everyone who commented on the previous chapter. :) Sorry for the long wait - had some real life things as of recent that have killed my desire to write but its slowly coming back now.

RhaenaTargaryen, yup, Jaime definitely wouldn't have gotten away with that excuse on anyone other than a Kettleback brother! And Bronn did lock him in, but there are other ways out lol. So it won't be a death sentence, just a really really annoying thing for him to deal with! lol.

Princess Rosalind of Underland - Thanks lol, that line is actually a quote from the show too I think. It just seemed fitting for here.

garcianoah650 and Bubblelaureno- I don't want to spoil anything, but much of this fic will be centered around babies/children so Cersei will definitely be a mother at some point! :)

"Meet up with me where we met up last time," Bronn called after him.

Bronn must mean the brothel. He supposed it was as good a place as any. Cersei would certainly never think to look there, as she had no clue of his recent voyeurism exploits. He'd never been known to visit such places - except, of course, back before Tyrion had fled King's Landing and he'd needed to retrieve him. He himself never partook, no matter how much the whores tried to tempt him. Even now he refused to touch the whore Bronn had come to refer to as his.

He left the dungeons and headed up the stairs to Maegor's Holdfast. He would enter the Godswood from there and straight out the throne room, while Bronn would go further down the dungeons to where the dragon skulls were and take the secret, or rather not so secret - damned Tyrion and his big mouth - passageway out there.

Since he was the one going through Maegor's Holdfast where the royal chambers were, he would have to get coin, but how? The King's chambers were off limits, unless he wanted to cause further pain to Cersei. She'd not even allowed Tommen to redecorate them when he'd taken up residence after Joffrey's death.

The Queen's chambers, Cersei's royal apartments, would have to do. Cersei had a lot of jewelry she kept that she never wore. He would simply steal some and pawn them on the road.

He turned and walked at a hurried pace towards his destination. There would be guards and he would need to dispatch them. A plan quickly formed in his mind, and he hoped it would work.

When he arrived at Cersei's chambers there were not one but two guards, outside the doors. One of the Kettleblack brothers, once again. The other was a young,pimply faced boy that looked like a wind could knock him down, newly appointed to the Queensguard. The boy wouldn't likely be a problem. The Kettleblack on the other hand would prove to be a problem as though they were were not bright, but were stubborn. If Cersei had ordered him there, getting him to leave might be a problem.

Was this Osney? Or Osmond? Or Osfryd? He knew there were a bunch of brothers with all similar names including the OS prefix. He didn't know, nor did he care which brother he was to deal with, he just hoped they wouldn't give him any trouble.

"The queen ordered me to retrieve an emerald necklace from her chambers. Step aside," he informed them.

"Why would she send you, and not a maid?" Osfryd asked doubtfully.

He surmised this must be the one of the three brothers that was less dimwitted. He would have to play up to the truthful rumors about them. "There wasn't one nearby."

"And why would the queen not have a maid nearby?" Asked Osfryd doubtfully.

"Why do you think?" He shot back, giving his signature smirk.

Osfryd shifted uncomfortably and blushed. "Oh," he replied dumbly. "Very well then."

Jaime forced back a laugh. The Kettleblacks were so damn gullible. Thankfully, Osfryd failed to notice the blood stain on his side, nor did he protest once Jaime shut the door behind him.

His wound was still bleeding and he was feeling rather lightheaded. It was just a flesh wound, or so Bronn had claimed, but he needed to stop the bleeding.

He quickly headed to the large spacious closet and pulled apart the golden handles keeping it shut. Reaching inside, he grabbed the first dress his hands found, thankful that it was a pale green one he'd never seen her wear. Instead of tying it around his waist, which not only would be difficult to do with one hand, but which he now realized would be obvious, he stuffed it under the gap in his armor. As he did so, he took a quick glance, looking for her jewelry box, but also trying to memorize everything, as he was sure it would be a long time before he ever stepped foot in her chambers again.

Were it not for his armor, he'd for certain be dead. Cersei had known just the right spot to hit, the tiny gap in his armor where his tunic was exposed. If he'd been armorless would her dagger have pierced an organ?

Cersei had two jewelry boxes. The one he'd seen her with on the day he'd returned to King's Landing, which was on her bedside table, and another, larger box further away.

He headed to the one beside her table first, and quickly rummaged through the jewels inside.

After a moment he realized something - these were jewels that were sentimental to her.. Among them Lannister lionheart necklaces, both hers, and Myrcellas. Another Lannister necklace, even more ancient than those, with three separate embellishments, separated by fancy, but worn golden chains. He'd not seen her wear it since Joffrey's ill fated wedding.

He continued to shift through the jewels, finding the diamond brooch he'd given her for their thirtieth nameday. He also came across the sunstone one he'd given her on their last nameday. Why wasn't she wearing that now? Come to think of it, her wardrobe had been lacking any sort of color in recent times.

Soon he came across an especially expensive emerald and ruby necklace he'd gifted her after agreeing to join the Kingsguard, thinking he'd never again have access to coin to do such - which, of course, had not been the case.

He spotted several more items he had gifted her before stumbling upon a ring he'd gifted her on their first nameday after she and Robert married. She'd worn it for months before remarking that she had many other rings, and it would look suspicious if she continued to wear it. The ring had two peridot stones to represent their birth month - and unbeknownst to everyone else, their twin relationship - both family and romantic wise. The peridots were surrounded by tiny rubies and the gems were placed upon a solid gold band to represent their house colors. He'd spent hours with the jeweler getting the specifications right.

Much other jewelry too, not all of which had been gifted to her. The ring Joffrey had been wearing when he died, Myrcella's favorite bracelet, their mother's most worn brooch.

Not only were their jewels here, but there were several seashells as well, collected on the shores of Casterly Rock. He spotted something on the bottom, tucked away. The seashell he had given her many years ago as children at Casterly Rock! The same seashell she'd been holding and wistfully gazing at when he'd returned to King's Landing years ago. He almost smiled before remembering the horrible situation he was in. He reasoned that he would not find anything here that he could feel right selling - this was clearly a box that only held that which was most precious to Cersei. So he moved over to the other jewelry box.

Opening the other box he found that as expected, they were all expensive, but non sentimental items, mostly given by Robert, or their father at various parties or events. Some given by other lords and ladies, who'd also had no inkling of what she liked.

He found not only several topaz, sapphire, and moonstone jewels - which he knew she was none too fond of; but also various different jewels containing her favorite gems which were emerald, peridot, diamond and rubies. He surmised that either she didn't like the style of those, or didn't like the gift giver. He found of all things a sapphire necklace, full of various types of all different sapphires, all of them blue, - as though Cersei would ever wear such a thing. Had Robert gifted this one to her? How could the stupid bore have not known that of all the jewels sapphire's were her least favorite? Blue was not a favorite of hers, in spite of it being the same color as the waters they'd played in so many times as children.

Red was her favorite color, followed by green, and not just green of any shade, but emerald green that sparkled like her eyes, and finally gold to match the golden sunshine of her hair.

He quickly looked for something to carry the jewels in. The only thing he spotted was, unfortunately, Cersei's purse. Well, far as he knew she had no sentimental attachment to it. He grabbed it and shoved the sapphire necklace, as well as several other necklaces, rings, bracelets, and brooches in it before securing the buttons and starting towards the door.

'Shit I've taken too long, everyone will be on high alert by now looking for me.' he thought, realizing he hadn't been rushing nearly as much as he should have been. It was strange though, for everything seemed normal. Perhaps Cersei was still unconscious? That must be the case, otherwise, there would be guards swarming every room in the castle in search of him. He knew that he had to leave now, for surely she would not stay unconscious much longer.

Just as quickly as such a thought occurred, and right before he could upon the door, it opened on the other side. He was face to face with a Kettleblack.

Osfryd eyed him anxiously, speaking in an urgent tone. "The queen has taken ill. She is requesting your presence. Downstairs in the dungeons. Maester Qyburn is attending to her."

"Of course, I'll head right to her," he replied. He was flooded with relief that she was conscious, but confused. She'd stabbed him, and he'd choked her. Why was she requesting his presence, rather than, if not his head, demanding he be brought before her in chains? Perhaps some sort of amnesia? Regardless of the cause, he could not chance it. He had to get away now, or risk imprisonment when she did recall the events.

Osfryd mirrored his own confusion back at him and Jaime was even more confused, till he remembered he was holding Cersei's purse. "The queen requested earlier that I bring her purse, as well," he said, hoping the lie would suffice.

"Of course," Osfryd nodded.

Leaving the room, Jaime quickened his pace, walking as fast as he could without arousing suspicion. He decided rather than go all the way out of the godswood, into the hall, and out the yard, he would take the secret tunnel that led directly from the godswood to the throne room. It would save him some time. He was nearly there when he heard a voice.

"Ser Jaime?"

Reluctantly he turned around and found himself facing one of the elder members of the Queensguard, a stocky bald man older than him, instated before him, whose name escaped him.. "Yes?" He asked, readying himself to draw his sword if need be.

"The queen is in a dire state and calling for you. Have you not heard?"

"I haven't. But I assure you I'll be with her shortly," he said, turning to leave.

"Why are you carrying the queen's purse? And where are you going? There is nothing that way," said the guard.

He glanced back and gave the quickest excuse he could think of. "Regarding the purse, before she took ill she asked that I bring it to her. As for the rest." He shrugged nonchalantly. "I have to piss. The queen would be none too pleased if I had pissed in her chamber pot, would she?" Cersei was very particular about things like that, and it was common knowledge that a maid had once been whipped for daring to use her chamber pot.

"But there is no privy that way," the guard protested.

"Surely you have a cock. So surely you know that we can piss anywhere we damn well like. A privy is for a woman or a shit."

"That is very unbecoming of a knight. Will you truly remove your armor and piss on the floor like some wildling beast?"

"Indeed I will. Now unless you want me to piss on you, I suggest you take your leave."

The guard gave him one final disapproving frown before scurrying back from wherever he came from.

He waited until the guard was out of sight before making a dash to the secret exit. He quickened his pace, and made it to the secret tunnel without being detected by anybody else.

He soon found himself in the throne room. To his surprise and delight, it was empty. The same would not likely be true once he made it outside, but he doubted the outdoor guards would give him any trouble - they'd not likely heard yet that the queen was calling for him.

He was correct - the guards barely nodded at him as he left. The fools. If they'd only known. He headed to the castle stables, hopeful that he'd left his beloved horse Glory here, rather than at the other castle stables.

As the sun was starting to set now, he realized at least an hour, and perhaps nearly two, must have passed since he'd first confronted Cersei. In truth he wasn't entirely sure of the time, it felt like a lifetime had passed since what he'd done and it also felt as if he'd just held her in his arms a moment ago. It all felt very surreal to him. He briefly wondered if he should go back and check on her. 'She had woken up and was even calling for me. She is fine,' he reassured himself.

He knew Cersei, she would send her soldiers out to look for him on the road, if she remembered what he had done. If he rode, he'd have to avoid the main road. He felt lightheaded though and didn't think it would be a wise decision for him to ride. He supposed he'd have to consider taking a wagon, though that bore its own issues - wagons were slower, and he'd have to stick to the King's Road.

As he approached the stables he was shocked to see a small brown wagon with two horses all ready to go, and blocking the entrance. However, there appeared to be nobody on said wagon to ride it. He wondered if he should take his chance and climb aboard. He could be far enough away that whatever errand boy was currently distracted either eating, pissing, or fucking one of the maids or stable boys, or horses for all he knew, would never catch up to him.

Doing just that, he hoisted himself right up on the seat. He placed Cersei's purse next to him and was reaching for the reins when he felt cold metal press against his throat.

He reached for his own sword, but an arm grabbed his only hand before he could.

"Who is this?" A familiar voice asked.

"Bronn?" Jaime asked, flooded with relief and shock.

"Lannister? Bout fuckin' time."

"What are you doing here? How were you able to get this carriage all ready? Why did you wait?"

"Seven hells! You're asking more questions than Lollys. Get us the fuck out of here first!"

"Of course," he said. "Out the front gate, then?" He asked rhetorically.

"Fuck no! Unless you wanna answer to guards. There's a narrow path outside where Varys' Quarters used to be," said Bronn.

"And where would that be?" He asked, struggling to remember where exactly Varys had resided, and not recalling any hidden path outside the Red Keep this close to the throne room's entrance.

"For fucks sake, get in the back and let me drive," said Bronn, the frustration in his voice evident.

Jaime would have protested this change, but he felt strangely tired. He just wanted to close his eyes for a moment. So he obliged, jumping out of the seat quicker than a dire wolf, while Bronn entered the front from the other side.

As Jaime made himself comfortable in the back of the wagon, the frenzied excitement of escape dissipated, and now all that was keeping him awake was the fear of getting caught. It was not until they were safely off the castle grounds that his anxiety lessened

"Why were you waiting for me in the stables? I thought we agreed to meet up in the brothel," he said.

"I thought of it. I probably could be there by now getting my cock sucked by that busty blonde. Nearly left a while ago, cause you were taking so fucking long. Thought you might've gotten captured."

"So why didn't you?"

"Simple. You get captured. The Queen either puts you to death, or imprisons you. Either way, I don't get my castle or coin. You don't get captured and I leave, good chance that wound, which is bleeding again if you weren't aware, causes enough blood loss that you pass out on the side of the road somewhere. You either get captured, or sleep a never ending sleep. Either way, again I don't get my coin or castle."

"Good points. Wait. Did you say my wound was bleeding again? How..shit!" he replied, examining the wound which had now completely soaked the dress he'd used as a bandage. "You told me it was just a flesh wound!"

"Meant it didn't hit any organs." Bronn glanced back at him. "Guess you'd better hope the midwife at the brothel has some know how of how to stitch that thing up."

"Guess I'd better hope," Jaime sighed.

"It's not bleeding too bad. I saw more blood when Kayla was raining blood from the sky," Bronn said.

"When…what?"

"Kayla. Flexible girl at the brothel. Does this thing when on her moonblood with her legs up in the-"

"I don't need to know more," he said as they began to pass in front of the ruined Sept of Baelor.

"It's a rather fun story though. Anyway, you'll probably just need a few stitches," Bronn reassured him.

A few moments of silence passed and Jaime took in the sights of King's Landing, knowing that he might never see it again. He couldn't honestly say there was much outside of the Red Keep that he would miss. The city stank and his favorite people all resided in The Red Keep. His food, clothes, and anything else he desired were either sent there, or the laborers were. He was ashamed to admit that he couldn't even tell which building housed his tailor, or his shoesmith.

"So, how did you manage to secure that wagon for us, without any stable boys protesting?" He asked, breaking the silence. He glanced back, relieved to see that they were far enough away now that the Red Keep was no longer visible in the distance.

"How the fuck do you think?"

Jaime sighed. "What did you do?"

"Well I would've offered him a coin to look the other way. But I didn't have much on me and what I do have I need. So I killed him."

"Seriously?"

"Dead men don't ask questions," Bronn said simply.

"Bronn!"

"Don't worry your pretty little blond head. The stableboy was one of those orphans Cersei took in after his parents died in the Sept explosion. No one will miss him."

"It's not honorable," Jaime protested.

"If I was honorable, I'd be dead ten times over," retorted Bronn.

"How long till we get to the brothel? Cersei could have men out searching for us now."

"If she did, they'd have found us by now. We're on the King's Road."

"I can see that. How very wise of you," he replied dryly.

"Well I ain't the one they'd be searching for, now am I? Maybe you should lay down, wagon backs tall enough that they won't see you then."

"If I lay down, I'll surely fall asleep. Or pass out from blood loss. Talking to you is the only thing keeping me awake. My eyes keep shutting."

"So pass out," Bronn said.

He sighed. "Fine, I'll lay down. But you didn't answer my question."

"You've been to the brothel too. You should know how long it takes. I'm not the god of time," Bronn said.

"I haven't been to it nearly as much as you," he replied, laying down on his back and curling his legs to his stomach as there wasn't enough room otherwise to lay down.

"We'll probably arrive in less than an hour. But don't get too cozy. We can't stay more than the time it takes you to get stitched up. The queen will be sending men looking for you."

"The last place she'd have them look would be in a damn brothel."

—-scene break...

"Wake up!"

Jaime's eyes opened. He stared in confusion as Bronn hovered over him.

"Go get a room."

"I…what?" He asked groggily. He sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as the memories of the days earlier events came back to him. "What about my wound?" He asked.

"Had the brothel's midwife stitch it up right out here."

"I slept through that," he said incredulously.

"You slept like a drunk man who'd just fucked eight whores."

"I thought you said we couldn't stay the night," he reminded.

"Got no choice. Midwife thinks you're too weak for travel. Says you at least need to spend the night. And you're supposed to eat something, too," Bronn said.

"Very well then." He grabbed the purse and exited the wagon. He turned back towards Bronn. "Do you need any coin?"

"Not now. I got enough for a room. Tomorrow you can pay me."

"Are you coming?" Jaime asked.

"It's been a hard day. Think I'm gonna visit the brothel first."

—-scene break...

"It's four silver stags a night, sir. Will your wife be joining you?"

'Wife, why would he think that?' He wondered. Then he remembered the purse he was carrying all the jewels in.

The innkeeper was starting to look at him suspiciously now, he'd best come up with something quick.

"Yes, she's just shopping at the nearby stores. You know women, can't keep their hands away from pretty clothes. Knowing her she'll be there all day." He lied.

"Without her purse, eh?"

'Well, shit. Best think quick again. ' thought Jaime.

"Yes, I told her I wouldn't have her spending quite so much this time. So I took this and let her have a tenth of what was in it."

"Good thinking, gotta keep your women controlled. You know, there's a brothel next door. You could have some fun while the misses is out."

"Perhaps later, I'd like to retire to my room now, please Ser," Jaime replied, secretly disgusted by the innkeeper's attitude.

"Of course. Room four. It's the first room on the left. " He replied, handing Jaime a key. Jaime handed him coin for the room. It was nearly all that had been in Cersei's purse. He'd have to take some of the jewels to a pawnbroker later for more. They were all worth far too much for a night here, and paying with them might arouse suspicion.

He headed to the room and entered. It was small, but at least clean. He was so exhausted he doubted he'd have cared if it had been dirty. Ignoring his hunger pains, he laid down on the bed and fell asleep immediately.

I will let you guys choose - do you want another Jaime POV chapter or a Cersei POV chapter next?