Hey guys, another time has passed. This time we will see everythin from Jaime's view before we see what Brienne did with little Joanna, I hope you enjoy :)

Jaime tried to not think about Brienne.

Really.

He knew she wouldn't send a raven to let him know everything about her journey. If she was successful.

Jaime knew she couldn't.

But he desperately wanted to know.

Was she doing well?

Did Podrick everything to serve her right?

Did she already found and save Sansa?

They already knew that it had been Littlefinger who kept the girl at the wedding. Littlefinger sold her to the Boltons after he had married Lysa Arryn, and their last news was that Sansa Bolton was missed. Cersei still wanted to find her, wanted to kill Sansa.

Jaime believed in Brienne, knew that she'd found and saved that girl.

He stood in his rooms, lost in his own thoughts, watching the ocean in front of Kingslanding.

"You miss her."

Cersei. She stood right behind him, and he hadn't heard her coming. He was so lost in his thought's for god's sake.

"Who do you think I miss?"

"Lady Brienne. You miss her. I need to fill your head with other thought's don't you think?"

Jaime looked at her. He didn't understand what he'd loved about her some time ago.

Cersei had changed.

He'd changed also. Jaime realized a while ago that he wasn't in love with his twin anymore. But what could he do? She owned him. He was a one handed man, a Kingslayer, a man without honor. He couldn't leave her, couldn't betray her. They were together since they were children. Even in her mother's belly, they were together.

There was no place for Jaime but at her side. He knew he didn't want to be with her, he also knew which woman he wanted at his side. But he didn't deserve that.

"What do you expect me to do?" He just asked and turned around to watch Cersei. As always the last time, she had a glass full of wine in her hand, watched him with a bitter smile. She'd been so beautiful recently, but Jaime couldn't find anything now.

"We received a present from Dorne." Cersei showed him the gift, as they arrived at Cercei's rooms. A handmade red viper with Myrcella's necklace in his mouth. A warning Cersei believed. And Jaime did too.

"Our daughter is alone in Dorne. Surrounded by people who hate our family. It is a warning."

"No letter?" Jaime asked.

"They blame us for Oberyns and his sisters dead. I will burn their cities if they put any harm on her!" Cersei jumped from her chair and screamed.

"Please be quieter."

"Our daughter is in danger, and you just worry that I'm too loud?" She asked him in disbelieve, and Jaime raised his eyebrows. "They must not know that she is our daughter. You know that."

"Then she isn't your daughter. You have never been a father to her!" That hurt more than Jaime wanted. But it was true, he knew it best. He wasn't allowed to be a father.

"If I would be a father to them, every child of mine would have been stoned to death!" Jaime argued in anger.

"And was it worth while?" Cersei watched him for a moment. "Our oldest child poisoned at his own wedding. Our only daughter had been shipped to Dorne. Our baby boy engaged with that smiling whore from Highgarden!" She sat down again, Jaime watched her, looked at his feed to hide the tears burning in his eyes.

"I make sure that it will become better."

"You never made anything better," Cersei argued. They didn't watch each other anymore.

"I travel to Dorne," Jaime decided. "And bring our daughter home."

Cersei just laughed. "You just can't beg Prince Doran to give her back to you! She is engaged to his son!"

"I don't want to beg him." Jaime had other plans. He looked for a moment at Cersei, he would bring Myrcella back to her. He would.

And so he did.

He just took Bronn with him.

Everything went as well as it could. The got caught. But Prince Doran was gracious. He allowed Jaime to take Myrcella with him but didn't break the engagement. He decided to sent his son with them. Myrcella was happy about it. She seemed so in love.

Until they were on their journey home. Myrcella told him, she was happy that he, Jaime Lannister, was her Dad. The truth to be told, that was the happiest moment in his whole life.

And then Myrcella died. In his worthless arms.

He wasn't himself after that. And when Cersei told him to go to Riverrun, he was glad that he could finally leave Kingslanding, and his twin for a while.

After he'd pushed the siege, the Frey's had started so damn poorly, he went into his tent to get a little Rest.

"Ser Jaime?" One of his men called him.

"What?"

He was tired, he wanted to rest.

"A woman, dressed in a black armor wants to speak to you, She said her name is Brienne of Tarth, and she has your sword."

Within seconds, Jaime was fully awake.

"Let her come in," he called and waited.

It didn't take long until Brienne came into his tent. She stood at the entrance and waited.

"Lady Brienne." Jaime couldn't say more. He wanted to, but his feelings were so overwhelming. It had been years since they'd seen each other and now he realized how much he actually had missed her.

"Ser Jaime."

She came one step closer, her eyes full of emotions. "I've heard about your loss, I'm so sorry."

No one told him that before. Everyone told Cersei, she was Mycrellas mother.

But not him. He was the uncle. Uncle Jaime.

But to loose Myrcella in his arms was so harrowing. Jaime didn't tell anyone. And now there was Brienne and said how sorry she was. For him.

He could just nod. Wasn't even able to say one word. His eyes burned with tears, he could barely hide them.

After a while, he cleared his throat and tried a smile.

"How are you, Lady Brienne? You look healthy and well." His voice sounded raspy.

Jaime just couldn't speak about Myrcella. Not now.

"I'm fine," she tried a smile, too.

But Jaime saw it in her eyes, there were many unspoken words, so he closed the distance between them.

And he embraced her. He couldn't let it go, Jaime just needed to feel her, her arms around him. And she did respond.

"I missed you, Mylady," Jaime whispered into her neck. Brienne was a bit taller, but it didn't matter. To him, she was beautiful and everything he needed.

"Same."

Brienne's voice was full of emotions, so he held her a bit longer. They were alone, they would take the time they needed.

He pulled away, just a little and watched her face.

God, he loved her eyes. They were beautiful. Like sapphires. Jaime put his right hand on her cheek and caressed her softly. He could see she wasn't able to speak either, so after a moment, he kissed her. To taste her lips again, after years, felt incredibly good. Again, she did respond, and for the first time in weeks, Jaime Lannister felt alive again.

Jaime and Brienne held each other for a long time. But they needed to talk, Brienne was here for politics and Jaime was too. They weren't on the same side, but they managed it.

After they talked, Brienne tried to give him back Oathkeeper, but Jaime refused to take it back. He smiled at her, she was so pure.

"It's yours, it will always be yours."

She looked at him, nodded and put the sword back on her armor.

The last time he'd seen her was at the river. She was in a little boat with Podrick.

They waved at each other and Jaime watched her until he couldn't see her. He wished he'd kissed her one last time but still felt her lips on his, her arms around him. Seven hells, he loved Brienne of Tarth.

When he arrived back at Kingslanding, his last child Tommen was dead.

And he felt dead, too.