Conversations with the not so dead

Author's Notes: Been a while since I added a chapter, hope you all enjoy this encounter. As always, don't forget to review! :)

Rating: M; it's Game of Thrones, anything less is not Game of thrones :D

Summary: Companion piece to my other fic, the Raven's Plan. A series of conversations from minor characters perspectives.

Alton Lannister

He'd been avoiding his cousin since Jaime returned to Casterly Rock...but it was unavoidable that they'd run into each other...eventually.

The fear of it was with him with every step he took in Casterly Rock. He avoided Jaime at every given turn; going out of his way to remain hidden in the lower floors and avoiding the family floors. The world had changed and chaos and madness were the norm now. The Dead and the Long Night were coming and that was all that was important now.

But he still remembered being a prisoner of the King in the North...he remembered just how brutally Jaime had murdered him.

And there wasn't anything he could do about it. Tyrion was Lord of the Westerlands now, and it was well know that he only truly loved two members of the family. Gerion and Jaime...and Gerion was long lost to old Valyria.

So what was he suppose to do to protect himself? Keep hiding? Gather his things and run?

It ate at him every day, what is Jaime going to do to him when they meet?! What will he do to keep me silent?

Alton sighed deeply and unhappily as his stomach fluttered, the discomfort that had been with him since the first day getting worse. He continued walking down the dimly lit and empty corridor. He continued on his task, bringing messages to the master at arms. The corridor ended and he reached the stairs, going down two floors. He looked back and forth down the new corridor keeping an eye out for Jaime. He didn't see him and so he moved forward quickly. This floor was one more traveled than the previous one. He quickened his pace fearfully. He had to be quick about this. He looked behind him as he turned a sharp corner.

He came to sudden and uncomfortable stop as he bounced off something hard and unyielding. He blinked and then looked at what he had run into.

That was when the floor fell out from underneath him...his fear reaching all new heights.

"Watch where you're going!" Jaime Lannister's arrogant and angry voice ordered. He stood there the same as always, beautiful and arrogant. He was wearing Lannister red with the golden lion stitched across his chest. He was even wearing his sword on his belt.

A Lion for a Lion. One with very sharp and unforgiving claws.

"Umm..." he felt faint and his tongue weighed as much as a siege tower as he was confronted with his murderer.

The arrogant and angry look on Jaime's face was just as he remembered it. The prideful Lannister was just as prideful as always.

"...you should look where..." Jaime trailed off as his face suddenly turned white, "Alton..."

Alton flinched at his name, and gulped audibly, "Ser..Ja..Jaime," he mumbled hesitantly.

A pained expression was painted on Jaime's face. The haughty look had completely disappeared. If that wasn't enough Alton thought he saw guilt there was well.

They stood there staring at each other and Alton was suddenly very fearful for his life as he realised that they stood alone in a very empty corridor.

Finally, Jaime broke the silence, he gave Alton an uneasy smile, "Sorry isn't really enough, is it?" Jaime stated in a pained tone.

Now Alton was bewildered...was his cousin, the arrogant Kingslayer trying to apologize? That almost sounded like an apology.

"Uh..." he still couldn't form words.

Jaime snorted, regaining some of his haughtiness, "I'm sorry I murdered you," he apologized in a deeply pained tone.

"Um..." nope, nothing to say. No words could be said as his tongue remained frozen with fear.

The haughtiness disappeared again and the guilt was written all over Jaime's face, as Alton continued to cower wordless in front of him. What could possibly be said in such a situation like this?

Jaime sighed uneasily, "You don't have to be afraid of me. I'm not going to hurt you...not again. I have enough crimes I have to pay for, you're one less that I have to be guilty about now. One thing undone, one less I mistake in my very long list of mistakes..." he trailed off after a moment, "You're not going to say anything?"

Alton gulped fearfully, "Wha..what can I say?"

Jaime raised his hand to his brow and rubbed at it, "I'll talk to Tyrion. I took everything away from you last time, but now I can make it up to you..."

Alton blinked in surprise, What's happening? I'm lost...

"...see to your duties, we're Lannisters, we pay our debts..and I owe you a debt that has weighed heavily on me for a very long time." Jaime announced, evenly, the guilt looked frozen on his face. He nodded once and then walked away. His shoulders were slumped for some reason.

Alton stared after him till Jaime disappeared from his gaze. He blinked once at a complete loss.

What just happened?

Author's Notes: Hope you liked this. Please don't forget to review! :D