Wasn't feeling very motivated to continue posting this on here, but I recently went through all my old reviews on ao3 and copied them here, and now feel a lot more motivated! Might even have the next chapter or 2 out before the end of the year. Will soon (probably today!) send the next chapter to be beta'd!

Beta'd by RhaenaTargaryen

Thank you for the reviews on here of the previous chapter RhaenaTargaryen, Princess Rosalind of Underland, and Kelly200.

Princess Rosalind of Underland: Thanks! I'm so lucky to be your friend too! If it wasn't for you, I'd probably have given up on this fandom and ship by now, especially after my ao3 ban! And as you know, Jaime won't be drunk for much longer, just hungover now! lol

RhaenaTargaryen, thanks! I'm glad you like the descriptions! Wish I could draw, I'd love to draw fanart, or wish I had a fan who would do some lol.

Cersei opened her eyes, wondering where she was. She was lying on a cold, semi-hard uncomfortable surface. Crickets chirped nearby and in the distance, something hooted. She felt something crawling on her and let out a yelp. She slapped it off of her, unable to see what it was in the darkness. As she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, it all came back to her. She must have fallen asleep before she could wake Jaime.

It was all his fault. If he hadn't passed out. If he hadn't drunk so damn much. Still, she decided to be nice and wake him by shaking, rather than slapping.

Once she heard the sound of him groaning in pain, she breathed a sigh of relief. He grabbed his head, grimacing, and asked where they were.

Instead of answering him, she smirked as she repeated the words he had told her many times before. "You shouldn't have drunk so much." She almost felt sympathy for him. Almost. Men were supposed to have a higher tolerance for alcohol, but that had never seemed to be the case for Jaime.

"Are we in Pentos now?" He asked, confused.

"She shook her head before remembering that it was pitch black out and he could not see. "No. I have been waiting here for your drunken stupor to pass." Well, it was true, after a fashion. He didn't need to know that she'd been sleeping while she waited. Grabbing the sack, she got up. "Come on. We should be able to make it before morning. I don't want the crowds seeing us in this state."

"It's coming back to me now. I wasn't trying to get drunk! That beer was all I had to drink on that boat. I was saving the water for you!" He protested.

"How noble of you, but I don't think you needed to have quite so much."

"My ankle. It hurts. I don't know if I can walk on it."

"Well, you haven't a choice. I want to reach Pentos by morning."

"Walking in the dark like this? No. It isn't safe. I could step on something and trip again."

"It isn't safe to stay here either. Remember that there may be a man out looking for us and that sword of ours. Perhaps now that you are no longer drunk you will be more careful," she said.

"I am not sure how that is of any relevance. It's not as though being sober would have given me the ability to see in the dark. As for the man, how long was I out for? If he-"

"How would I know how long we were out for? Does it look like I have any way to tell time?"

"We?" asked Jaime. "Did you pass out too?" He asked, concerned.

"I meant you. Now get up! I bandaged the cut. You should be fine."

"I..." he started uncertainly.

"Just grab the back of my shirt and walk where I walk," she sighed.

Jaime followed her command, slowly getting on his feet. He stumbled around in the darkness until he grabbed her shirt. Slowly they began to walk the remaining way to Pentos.

It was still dark when they first spotted lights far off into the distance. Pentos! Of course, there would be lanterns ablaze to illuminate the city. She probably would have appreciated the sight more if she hadn't been so exhausted. Her feet were aching ever so much. With every minute that passed, she was growing more annoyed and impatient with Jaime's slow pace.

"I can't believe we finally made it!" He exclaimed, breaking her out of her thoughts.

She refrained from commenting that they had not made it yet and with his slow pace it would be some time before they did. It was a happy moment and she didn't want to spoil it. He may very well plan to leave her once they arrived. He may even go back to find that beast of his, but for now, she felt grateful. Even if he didn't care for her anymore. he at least had cared enough for their child to insist Tyrion have her brought back. All that mattered now was the child inside her womb.

As they walked the remaining way to Pentos they made small talk, discussing what foods they would eat, and what things they would buy. Cersei wondered if there would be elephants. In response, Jaime wondered if there would be lions, and Cersei remarked, that, of course, there would be lions. They were still lions: death, name changes, and crumbling kingdoms could never, would never change who they were.

Once they finally stepped foot in Pentos, she breathed a huge sigh of relief. This was definitely a city! Straight up ahead was an inn just a short walk away. The sign on the inn read "Pentos Inn". Well, they wouldn't get any credit for creativity, but at least this confirmed that they had made it to Pentos.

Next to the inn on the left was what looked to be a clothing store, to the right of the inn was a brothel, and next to that was a pawnbroker. They'd apparently arrived in the less respectable part of Pentos, which seemed to be the part Tyrion had mentioned to them. The pie and the long nap hadn't sated her and she was so tired and hungry. She just wanted to sleep. They'd stay here for the night, then move on to a better part of town, If he didn't leave her by then that was. Well, he wouldn't be getting far with no coin, and she would see to it that he wouldn't get his hand on any of the jewels either.

In his excitement, Jaime grabbed her hand. He struggled with his emotions as they held hands and took in the sight. He was full of mixed emotions. She'd lied to him a thousand times. She'd slept with Euron Greyjoy. She'd promised to help the North, and then told him he was the stupidest Lannister when he'd planned to follow through with the said promise. Worst of all, she'd sent a man to kill him! Yet at that moment. he neither could contain his excitement, nor hide his relief. This had been his dream for years, though of course, he'd always hoped it wouldn't be under such dire circumstances, and not because she had no other options.

Cersei smiled at him and nervously asked if he was ready to go to the inn and how they would pay for it.

"Tyrion put some of the coins I'd been carrying with me in the sack. It should be enough for a room."

Cersei began to speak but paused. They had seen their first person in Pentos. A balding, middle-aged man was leaving the brothel with a grin on his blotchy face. She lowered her voice, "We can't use that!"

He gave her a confused look. "Why not?"

"Westeros coins? It will arouse suspicion."

"Pentos has travelers from Westeros all the time," he argued.

Cersei sighed, "It's not...well...do we have anything else?"

"We could give him one of the jewels and ask for him to pay back the difference," he suggested.

"That would arouse even more suspicion! Ugh. Forget it; let's just go in." She reached into the sack and took out some coins. "Wait. Here. Is this enough? You should know how much it cost since you've been here before."

"It was a long time ago. But I think that should be enough."

They made their way into the inn. It was a very bare-bones type of place, with little in the way of decor. A small, wooden desk stood in the back of the room. The innkeeper behind it was a thin, curly-haired brown-headed, olive-skinned man who looked to be in his late thirties. He greeted them warmly and Jaime asked what sort of room a silver stag would afford them.

"We haven't got much left at this time of night, nor will this coin afford you much," the innkeeper informed.

"What will it afford us?" asked Jaime.

"A small room on this floor. With just the basics."

"The basics?" asked Cersei.

"One single bed and a small fireplace."

Cersei nodded, the disappointment that they would be staying in such a simple inn, obvious on her face. "What time is it exactly?" She asked, curiously.

"It's just past four in the morning, or four at night, whichever you prefer to call it," replied the innkeeper. "Would you like to be woken up come sunlight?"

"No." Cersei and Jaime both replied in unison. She wanted to sleep for as long as possible, and it seemed Jaime did too.

"Alright then. The room is yours until noon. It's down to the left, number thirteen carved into the door," he stated, handing them a key.

"Wait. Do you have any food? We didn't get a chance to have supper," she said, a bit embarrassed.

"The kitchens are closed for the night. I have some mint tea and two blood oranges, which I'd planned to eat soon. I will let you have some tea. " He paused, "Are you pregnant?" he asked, eying the protective way in which she had her hand on her belly.

She smiled, "I am indeed. Six months along."

"Then you may have one of my oranges, as well as the mint tea for you both."

She hated mint tea, it was the same flavor as the stuff used to clean one's teeth, and she had never understood the appeal of it. Nonetheless, she accepted graciously and thanked the innkeeper as he handed them to her. The blood orange at least looked fresh, ripe, and had no blemishes. She couldn't help but feel a bit insulted that he hadn't even charged a copper for it. Did they look so poor that people were now taking pity upon them? Her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. She made a note to find the baths as soon as they awoke.

She handed Jaime the sack as she took the orange and the tea. As they carried the back to their room, she couldn't help feeling annoyed that there was no servant to carry the items. She kept a close eye on Jaime, making sure he didn't dare open the sack and take any of the jewels. She made a mental note to wait until he fell asleep before allowing herself to. In truth she wanted nothing more than to sleep and wake up to breakfast in bed, followed by a bath drawn by her servants, but those days were gone forever.

Once Jaime unlocked the door and they stepped inside, she glanced around the room. It was far beneath any room that she had ever stayed in before. Mysterious stains decorated the bedsheet and pillow, of which there was only one. The bed was small. She and Jaime would not be able to avoid touching as they slept. She felt nervous at the thought. Her thoughts quickly turned to the last time he had shared a bed with someone and it upset her that it wasn't her. A part of her wanted to seduce him, make him forget all about that Tarth maiden turned whore, but if her resulting uncertainty from their argument on the boat wasn't enough to halt that idea, her aching bones and intense urge to sleep certainly were. Perhaps tomorrow, when she was more well-rested.

Jaime frowned upon seeing the small bed. His drunken sleep hours ago hadn't helped his weariness any. After days of sleeping on floors made of wood or dirt, he wanted nothing more than to lay down in it and sleep as long as possible. He knew however that Cersei was used to sleeping in King and Queen sized beds. Would she be safe to share such a small bed with him? No, it would probably be too risky, he didn't want to chance her falling off and possibly losing the baby. It would have to be the floor for him tonight again.

"You can have the bed to yourself. I'll sleep on the floor," he said with a weary sigh.

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