Hello my dear readers! Sorry for not updating anything for six months. I didn't abandon you nor this baby, I have a busy life and my free time is becaming scant lately. I thank you for adding to favorite/alert this story and my profile, it help me to continue and I know you like it. Here it is the last chapter for this 2nd part of this story.

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Chapter 10

JAIME

The wolves are dead, the Starks are dead, they told him, not knowing if Lylian was alive.

"The Young Wolf's body was hacked and mutilated and his wolf's head was sewn it onto his headless corpse." a costermonger declared at the roadside inn where they spent the night. "And someone cut Lady Catelyn Stark's neck, and dumped her naked into the Green Fork." The man did not recognize the bearded one-handed knight with the big bat on his shield, no more than any of them, so he said things he might otherwise have swallowed, had he known who was listening.

"I've heard that Lady Lylian Lannister was there when everything happened. It is said she killed more than one Frey." The innkeeper said surprised. "And she could escape, but with serious wounds. Maybe she died while she was escaping."

"Woman can't fight against men-"

"She was a Northerner, and the woman in the North are like wildlings. They fight too. Lady Lylian is not like our southern women." The innkeeper insisted.

"May the Mother protect her." Murmured a Septon.

"The Kingslayer will not like that his wife was wounded by the Freys. The Lannisters always pays their debts."

"Some people say they have seen her. Some saw her at Dorne and others at the Free Cities." swore an archer in Lord Rowan's livery.

Jaime sat silent through it all, letting the words wash over him, a horn of ale forgotten in his one good hand. She woke up, she's alive, Jaime thought relived, but his thoughts changed to worry about her disappearance. Lylian. My wife. My Wild Wolf. The reason why I'm still alive and now nobody knows if she's alive. He could see her clear as day, she was fighting and killing the ones who kill her brother and mother, and trying to escape from The Twins with several wounds on her tiny and slender body. She must be alive, she is a good fighter and strong. She will surely look for revenge for the death of her family. Then his thoughts turn on the last time he saw her, unconscious and ill.

They had been at Brindlewood when they had the news of The Red Wedding, from a red-faced tub of a knight named Ser Bertram Beesbury, whose arms were three beehives on a field striped black and yellow. A troop of Lord Piper's men had passed through Brindlewood only yesterday, Beesbury told them, rushing to King's Landing beneath a peace banner of their own. "With the Young Wolf dead, Piper saw no point to fighting on. His son is captive at the Twins."

They rode hard the next day, at Jaime's insistence. His wife is missing, and he needed to find her, Jaime promised to rescue her, he can't broke anymore vows to her.

When he saw the city before him, its watchtowers dark against the gathering dusk, Jaime Lannister cantered up to Steelshanks Walton, behind Nage with the peace banner.

"What's that awful stink?" the northman complained.

Death, thought Jaime, but he said, "Smoke, sweat, and shit. King's Landing, in short. If you have a good nose you can smell the treachery too. You've never smelled a city before?"

"I smelled White Harbor. It never stank like this."

"White Harbor is to King's Landing as my brother Tyrion is to Ser Gregor Clegane."

Nage led them up a low hill, the seven-tailed peace banner lifting and turning in the wind, the polished seven-pointed star shining bright upon its staff. He would see Tyrion, and their father. Especially their father, he need to find Lylian and take her to Casterly Rock.

He was frightened for her wife's life, to the point that if Jaime finds out that Lylian was dead, he would march against the Freys, and kill personally Walder Frey. She must be alive, she must be, Jaime thought.

The first thing Jaime will do when he sees his wife is to take her to Casterly Rock and put her safe, then he will give all the sons and daughters she wants, and will protect them with his life. Jaime wanted to start a new life with Lylian, only with her and their children, far from all the secrets and lies.

The Gate of the Gods was open when they reached it, but two dozen wayns were lined up along the roadside, loaded with casks of cider, barrels of apples, bales of hay, and some of the biggest pumpkins Jaime had ever seen. Almost every wagon had its guards; men-at-arms wearing the badges of small lordlings, sellswords in mail and boiled leather, sometimes only a pink-cheeked farmer's son clutching a homemade spear with a firehardened point. Jaime smiled at them all as he trotted past. At the gate, the gold cloaks were collecting coin from each driver before waving the wagons through. "What's this?" Steelshanks demanded.

"They got to pay for the right to sell inside the city. By command of the King's Hand and the master of coin."

The captain of the gate looked the northmen over suspiciously. "Who are you lot?"

"Lord Bolton's men, come to see the King's Hand." Jaime answered.

The captain glanced at Nage with his peace banner. "Go straight up to the castle, and see you make no trouble." He waved them through and turned to the wagons.

King's Landing streets milled the usual crowds; gold cloaks in their black mail, bakers' boys selling tarts and breads and hot pies, whores leaning out of windows with their bodices half unlaced, gutters redolent of nightsoil. They passed five men trying to drag a dead horse from the mouth of an alley, and elsewhere a juggler spinning knives through the air to delight a throng of drunken Tyrell soldiers and small children.

Riding down familiar streets with two hundred northmen, a chainless maester, and an ugly freak of a woman at his side, Jaime found he scarcely drew a second look. He did not know whether he ought to be amused or annoyed. "They do not know me," he said to Steelshanks as they rode through Cobbler's Square.

"Your face is changed, and your arms as well." the northman said.

The gates to the Red Keep were open, but a dozen gold cloaks armed with pikes barred the way. They lowered their points as Steelshanks came trotting up, but Jaime recognized the white knight commanding them. "Ser Meryn."

Ser Meryn Trant's droopy eyes went wide. "Ser Jaime?"

"How nice to be remembered. Move these men aside."

It had been a long time since anyone had leapt to obey him quite so fast. Jaime had forgotten how well he liked it.

They found two more Kingsguard in the outer ward; two who had not worn white cloaks the last time Jaime was here. One of them was Loras Tyrell. "Two new Kingsguards."

"We have that honor, Ser Jaime." The Knight of Flowers shone so fine and pure in his white scales and silk that Jaime felt a tattered and tawdry thing by contrast.

Then Ser Balon saw the stump. "Your hand..."

Jaime made himself smile. "I fight with my left now. Where will I find my lord father?"

"In the solar with Lord Tyrell."

"You!"

The last of the northmen had dismounted, Jaime saw, and now Loras Tyrell had seen Brienne.

"Ser Loras." She stood stupidly, holding her bridle.

Loras Tyrell strode toward her. "Why?" he said. "You will tell me why. He treated you kindly, gave you a rainbow cloak. Why would you kill him?"

"I never did. I would have died for him."

"You will." Ser Loras drew his longsword.

"It was not me."

"Emmon Cuy swore it was, with his dying breath."

"He was outside the tent, he never saw -"

"There was no one in the tent but you and Lady Stark. Do you claim that old woman could cut through hardened steel?"

"There was a shadow I know how mad it sounds, but... I was helping Renly into his armor, and the candles blew out and there was blood everywhere. It was Stannis, Lady Catelyn said. His... his shadow. I had no part in it, on my honor..."

"You have no honor. Draw your sword. I won't have it said that I slew you while your hand was empty."

Jaime stepped between them. "Put the sword away, Ser."

Ser Loras edged around him. "Are you a craven as well as a killer, Brienne? Is that why you ran, with his blood on your hands? Draw your sword, woman!"

"Best hope she doesn't." Jaime blocked his path again. "Or it's like to be your corpse we carry out. The woman is as strong as Gregor Clegane, though not so pretty."

"This is no concern of yours." Ser Loras shoved him aside.

Jaime grabbed the boy with his good hand and yanked him around. "I am Jaime Lannister, brother of Queen Regent Cercei, you arrogant pup. I can share few words with my sister and my nephew to remove your white cloak if I want. Now sheathe your bloody sword, or I'll take it from you and shove it up some place even Renly never found."

The boy hesitated half a heartbeat, long enough for Ser Balon Swann to say, "Do as Ser Jaime says, Loras." Some of the gold cloaks drew their steel then, and that made some Dreadfort men do the same. Splendid, thought Jaime, no sooner do I climb down off my horse than we have a bloodbath in the yard.

Ser Loras Tyrell slammed his sword back into its sheath.

"That wasn't so difficult, was it?"

"I want her arrested." Ser Loras pointed. "Lady Brienne, I charge you with the murder of Lord Renly Baratheon."

"For what it's worth," said Jaime, "the wench does have honor. More than I have seen from you. And it may even be she's telling it true. I'll grant you, she's not what you'd call clever, but even my horse could come up with a better lie, if it was a lie she meant to tell. As you insist, however... Ser Balon, escort Lady Brienne to a tower cell and hold her there under guard. And find some suitable quarters for Steelshanks and his men, until such time as my father can see them."

"Yes, my lord."

Brienne's big blue eyes were full of hurt as Balon Swann and a dozen gold cloaks led her away. Why must they misunderstand every bloody thing he did? Aerys. It all grows from Aerys. Jaime turned his back on Brienne and strode inside the castle.

The Tower of the Hand was guarded by Lannister household guards, who knew him at once. "The gods are good, to give you back to us, Ser," one said, as he held the door.

"The gods had no part in it. Catelyn Stark gave me back. Her, and the Lord of the Dreadfort."

He climbed the stairs and stormed into the solar unannounced, to find his father sitting by the fire. Lord Tywin was alone, for which Jaime was thankful. He had no desire to flaunt his maimed hand for Mace Tyrell.

"Jaime," Lord Tywin said, as if they'd last seen each other at breakfast. When his saw him well, "Lord Bolton announced me of your return."

"I need to know where my wife is." He asked anxious. Jaime closed the door softly.

When Lord Tywin noticed his missing hand, his father pushed himself out of his chair, breath hissing between his teeth. "Who did this? If Lady Catelyn thinks -"

"Lady Catelyn held a sword to my throat and made me swear to return her daughters. This was your goat's work. Vargo Hoat, the Lord of Harrenhal!" Jaime explained quickly. "Right now, my priority is Lylian's life. I've heard a thousand of stories of her but nobody knows if she's alive or…" Jaime couldn't say that word, he has high hopes of his wife is alive and somewhere, hiding herself.

Tywin breathed heavily and look to the fire first before looking at Jaime. No, no, no… "Before I continue, is better for you to sit down."

When his father told him this, he felt his guts in his throat. Jaime didn't want to sit, since his return from Harrenhal he heard about the Starks being killed at The Twins, and his wife…

"What happened at The Twins? What happened to my wife?" Jaime insisted.

"As soon as I knew from the eunuch you escaped, I sent men into the Riverlands to look for you. Varys put out the word as well, but quietly. We agreed that the fewer people who knew you were free, the fewer would be hunting you." His father began to explain. "As soon as we know about Robb Stark wed with Jeyne Westerling and not with one of Frey's granddaughters, I decided to take advantage of the treason. The plan was killing Robb Stark and his men and recover your wife, but it turns awry. Catelyn Stark was slayed and your wife got hurt in the process." When Jaime heard that from his father, his chest comprised even more. "Apparently, your wife killed one Walder Frey's… grandchildren? Son? And she received a bolt. Walder Frey has to stop them to get her killed." Jaime felt how his chest swelled with a mix of anger and pain. "And apparently, when some of the Freys took her to heal her wound, she managed to escape. The last sight of her was mounted in a horse with an unhealed wound on her back."

His fury was hardly contained. I'm going to kill all the fucking Freys for hurting my wife, Jaime thought.

"FIND HER!" Jaime roared as loud as a lion. She can't be dead, Jaime thought, I returned for her. "She must be somewhere!"

"I have scouts searching every corner of Westeros. I spread the word with Varys, but quietly. She's is being hunted too for killing several of Frey's men."

"What about the rumors you've heard? People said they've seen her on Dorne and the Free Cities." Asked desperate. Lylian must be alive, Jaime thought desperate.

"The Martells should tell us and I send scouts to the Free Cities." His father explained. "They will find her."

Jaime lost control of his life. He broke Lylian's heart more than once and the vows he made himself for her; then the obscure secret that had with Cercei, and soon after that, he lost his child with Lylian and this almost consume his wife's life; now his wife was badly hurt and missing.

I will have the head of the one who hurt her. I will have a golden hand and use my left to destroy them, Jaime thought.