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"You're pacing."

"Am not."

"Jaime. You're literally speed-walking from the window to the table and back. That's pacing. Will you at least tell me what is going on? You're making me anxious and it's not even eight in the morning..." Tyrion sighed and watched as his older brother stopped in his tracks and laughed.

"I really am pacing, aren't I?"

"You really are pacing, Jaime. Why won't you just listen to what your brother has to say?"

"I rarely do. It gets me into tricky situations. Such as this gallery opening and tonight's ribbon cutting. Why did you think to sign us up for it, anyway? All it did was fuel rumours about the mystery woman I am apparently dating ... completely ignoring all common sense and decency in actually reporting that I am not dating anyone..."

"...yet!"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You really want to tell me that you don't plan to date Brienne?"

"Well, that is not really up to me, is it?" Jaime sighed and finally sat down, staring at the rapidly cooling coffee in the big white mug in front of him.

"This is a very mature thing to say, I must say, I am impressed," Tyrion said mockingly, but let it go when he realized that Jaime's expression hardened.

"All I can say is that the more I learn about Brienne, the more I wanna find out. Everything about her is wholesome, it is just a welcome change from anything I was ..."

"... into before? Yeah, can't say too many great things about your taste," Tyrion laughed.

"Very funny..."

"Don't I know it ..."

Jaime ran his hands to his blonde mane and sighed. He was wearing his favourite jeans, dress shirt and sky blue woollen sweater. It was his go-to and feel good outfit, naturally, he had set aside a more formal attire for the ribbon cutting that night, waiting for him at a conveniently located luxury hotel two blocks from tonight's venue.

"I wish you would not have signed us up for the event tonight. This way, everything will inevitably feel rushed," Jaime silently complained.

"We need positive publicity - you know that Cersei's and Robert's messiness is dragging the family name in the dirt again ... as if we needed another controversy. I am just glad they cannot hire us for their inevitable demise. Picking up the pieces after a family feud does not sound like something I would enjoy."

"Me neither, Tyrion, me neither," Jaime sighed and finally took a sip of his lukewarm coffee, only to grimace with disgust at the temperature.

"At this rate, you're better of turning this into an iced coffee, you know?" Tyrion laughed and Jaime could not help but join in. The laughter echoed into his core, shaking off some of the nervousness he had been feeling ever since he got up after a night of restlessness and weird dreams full of darkness and unrecognizable shapes.

"So ... why are you nervous? It's not like you've never seen her before?" Tyrion asked and Jaime halted in his tracks. "I mean, honestly Jaime, what's holding you back? We've all seen the way she looked at you, we've all seen how you were clearly checking her out. You were enamoured, even though you - badly - tried to hide it. So ... what is it?"

"I don't have the best track record and quite frankly, it appears that neither has she," Jaime said quietly.

"That doesn't have to be a problem, does it? Didn't you say you don't know whether you'll actually meet today? You see how it goes and if you're both ok, then you'll do it and if not, offer her an exit strategy. That's the least you should do - especially when you would not let me choose a socialité or a model to accompany you to tonight's event. I heard Melara's daughter was available, the Sand's are making all kinds of noise with their various talents at the moment..."

Smirking, Tyrion shoved a grape into his mouth and chewed noisily.

"Pass," Jaime said and shook his head.

"Didn't think you'd bite but I had to try. When are you meeting up?"

"Eleven."

"You're gonna be there by ten sharp and wait, right?"

"Precisely."

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Welcome back my lovelies to a special edition of our newsletter, coming to you from King's Landing headquarters with a development that has us all shocked. An anonymous but well-respected source has told us exclusively that they've learned about the imminent ending of Cersei and Robert Baratheon's short-lived marriage. As you might remember, Cersei and Robert eloped a short while after Cersei Baratheon split up from Jaime Lannister - now it appears that this romance is over. Donesooooo! A Lannister spokesperson could not be reached for commentary but judging from the recent incidents involving Cersei breaking a court order, we would consider it to be doubtful that those two will rekindle their relationship.

Jon Snow - you might remember him from our last bachelor list - is rumoured to be in a relationship with Ygritte Firekissed, the director of the "Dragondance" trilogy. Are we now a little bit sad, lovelies? We've had to take Jon off this year's eligible bachelor list that was still in the making - we take suggestions as to whom we should add, drop us an email or a tweet!

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"I am glad you called me, no it's fine ... yes ... yes absolutely. Sure. I would love to! Uh-hum. Yeah, that sounds lovely. uh-hum..."

Margaery and Sansa shot Brienne a glance as the latter was slowly pacing across the living room, her phone in hand, listening to whomever it was that had called. Margaery waved at their friend to get her attention but Brienne remained focused on the conversation and stuck her tongue out.

"Yes. Call me once you've landed. Ok. Yes. No, do not worry about it. Ok. Yeah. Good. Talk to you very soon. Bye."

As Brienne turned around, she was met by two intently staring friends whose eyes shot question marks across the room.

"That was Jon," Brienne explained.

"Ah," Sansa grinned, "did he tell you then?"

"Yeah, he wanted to be sure I heard before the press did. That didn't work out quite so well, did it now?" Brienne laughed, made her way toward her bedroom and opened her small dresser.

"No, it did not. Don't be annoyed you learn about it so late, I am family and this man is so quiet and just ... Jon, I had no idea until yesterday. Arya wasn't as happy, she gave him quite a talking to." Sansa grinned and sat down on the bed, Margaery in tow.

"I, for one, am sad," the Tyrell announced before she flopped down onto the bed, "those dark curls of his ... I would have asked him out but he was never around for me to do it. That's an opportunity that I wasted..."

"Oh, I am glad you did, Marg," Sansa grinned and her friend raised an eyebrow at her, "I do love you, from the bottom of my heart, but I do not need to you be my sister-in-law..."

"Oh, be glad I can't reach any of the pillows from here, Sansa, be very glad..." Margaery threatened but then burst into a fit of laughter while Brienne was shaking her head at the scene. She started pulling outfit choices out of her dresser that were met with various comments.

"Boring!"

"Oh, hell no, Brienne!"

"Do you want to scare the guy off right away?" (This was directed at one of Brienne's favourite blouses and she felt very offended.)

The comments turned into an affirmation as Brienne pulled out a powder blue blouse and black skinny jeans.

"Now, this could work..." Margaery said quietly.

"I don't think it could work, it will work," Sansa added. Brienne convinced them that she should at least not be towering over the potential date and opted for black ballerina flats.

"Yup, this will work," Margaery said and shoved Brienne on to the bathroom to style her hair a little bit. Ten minutes later, Brienne and Margaery emerged from the bathroom, Brienne's blonde hair in soft waves and some mascara applied (she had protested everything else until Margaery let it go) and another five minutes later, Sansa and Brienne were on their way to the restaurant. Margaery had excused herself, citing necessary rest time before the evening's event.

"Are you nervous?" Sansa asked.

As soon as they had started walking toward the restaurant which was conveniently located merely four blocks from her apartment, Brienne's stomach had turned into one big knot and her hands were sweating profusely. Putting up a brave face she said,

"Very."

There was no need to say anything and Sansa just entwined their arms and guided her friend through the hustle and bustle of a busy Saturday morning in King's Landing towards 'Seven Golden Flowers'.

Thinking ahead, Jaime had reserved one of the nicest tables at 'Seven Golden Flowers' which was tucked into a corner of the restaurant, not directly at the large window front. He was pretty certain - being 98% per cent sure a certain very tall blonde would be entering the premises momentarily - that Brienne would not be happy with a too open display, especially given the fact that everyone that was female and under the age of 40 seemed to be eager to find out whether or not Jaime was actually dating. In fact, there had been two women within the first ten minutes of sitting down that had approached him and Jaime got increasingly annoyed. Thankfully, Tyrion had stepped in and volunteered to entertain them for a moment before politely sidelining both of them.

"Remind me again, why choose a busy restaurant? Brienne appeared to be rather shy and with you being eyed from various corners of the room, she'd be seen no matter what ... if you ended up on the same table, that is. I feel like this plan is flawed..." Tyrion said and took a large sip of his fruit smoothie. (To combat against flu season, he had said.)

"If we choose not to actually ... know who we are, she'd have all these people as shields. She could even choose not to show up, at this point, it's pretty much up to her," Jaime replied.

"You haven't really answered my question earlier ..."

"Which one?"

"Would you have asked her out, had you not known there's a big fat chance she's who you're chatting with?"

"She .. yeah. Yeah. She's so interesting, you know?" Jaime shrugged his shoulders, unable to explain further. How did you describe a feeling, really?

"And just so ... tall ..." Tyrion snickered, "I would need a pedal stool to reach all the desirable places ... or a comfortable flat surface..."

"Tyrion!"

"Yes?"

"No."

"Drinking and lust. No man can match me in these things. I am the god of tits and wine," Tyrion said and pretended his fruit smoothie was a Dornish wine, pretending to clink glasses. Jaime huffed.

"You know it's true Jaime, don't you scold me. That's what I do. I drink, and I know things. Especially about women," Tyrian winked at his older brother in an attempt to jokingly mock Jaime's inexperience in comparison to - what their father kept saying for years - 'the broken Lannister'.

"Thank you for taking care of those vultures earlier," Jaime snickered.

"They were quite disappointed they weren't your type," Tyrion grinned.

"I bet they were. Too bad, eh?"

"No, actually not. They wore too much makeup. I am pretty sure they were those ones that constantly lie about their age. If they start there, how low will they go ..."

Tyrion's sentence was interrupted by a sudden movement Jaime could not really contain. The colourful wind chimes above the entry door softly alerted them to someone coming in and despite the noise in the frequented restaurant, this little noise for this particular person entering the building caught Jaime's interest. Brienne ducked away from the low-hanging wind chimes as she entered the building and quickly untucked her navy-blue coat. Right behind her, a slender redhead appeared and Jaime could not help but notice his brother shifting in his seat excitedly.

Jaime watched intently as Brienne and Sansa patiently waited to be seated and as anticipated, she, too, opted for a space that was not as open and accessible, yet had a good view of most of the restaurant. As they sat down, Brienne looked around quickly before retrieving her phone and unlocking it before she started typing on the screen keyboard.

Knightsblue: I'm here. I am super early, I am sorry. Are you here yet?"

Jaime's heart began to pound even harder as he watched her place her phone on the table in front of her and tapped her fingers on her right thigh. All of a sudden he didn't know what to do. He was lost. Should he confirm? Should he tell her he was running late only for her to then suspect any man that came in could be her chat partner?

Tyrion sensed his discomfort.

"You know what? Why don't I go over and say hello? Undercover-style? I have the tickets for tonight, Margaery asked me to be sure Sansa gets one and now - oh how convenient, right dear brother? - she's in the same restaurant. Sometimes the Gods have mysterious ways to make things happen, don't they?" The dwarf jumped off his seat and slowly made his way toward Brienne's and Sansa's table.

Golden_Phoenix: I am here.