Jaime

From my balcony I could see my father ride into the woods for a hunt. This would mean that Casterly Rock would be mostly empty for several hours if not well into the evening. And Cersei was attending her lessons well into the afternoon. Now it was my turn to see my baby brother.

With fewer people in the castle, I could be more careless with my movements and noises than Cersei had been. I unlatched the lock and opened the door all the way, knowing no one would come by. Cersei had told him the room was dark and the light from the corridors would only help him. Just as she had said a lone cradle sat in the center of the room with it's tiny occupant hidden in blankets. As I drew closer I could hear the soft cry of a babe, the cry of my brother. I peered over the edge of the cradle to see an infant with one green and one black eye. His face showed that he was troubled by something.

"Hello Tyrion," I said. "I'm your brother, Jaime."The baby turned to look at me. His expression of discontent melted into a grin. From beneath the cloth a tiny hand reached skyward. I knelt down so I was closer to him.

"Are you stuck?" I asked seeing him struggle to reach me from beneath the blanket. I pulled back the cloth, freeing his upper half. It was warm and the blanket was made from a coarser cloth that could only be irritating his infant flesh.

As I moved my hand over him he captured one of my fingers in his puny hand. His grip was strong, and I could have easily pulled away if I wanted to but instead I let him hold the finger. He seemed so happy, as though this was his proudest achievement. And perhaps as an infant this could easily be just that. He pulled my hostage finger to his mouth, I acted as an aide as I guided it towards his lips. His small mouth wrapped around it as he suckled. His mouth was warm and wet, and like any babe completely void of teeth. Slowly the suckling intensified, and he was beginning to let out small whimpers. I drew back my finger fearing that it was upsetting him in some way. But that was a poor decision on my part for he only began to cry.

"Shh..." I cooed. "It's alright." This of course did nothing to soothe him as being told to hush wasn't at all what he wanted. Carefully I lifted him from the cradle, making sure to keep him somewhat covered. It was now that I truly noticed how small his body seemed in comparison to his head. He seemed like such a sad little thing to me. I held onto him, cooing instinctively in hopes to somehow stop his crying. I let him take my finger once more, remembering how that had pleased him. It did stop his howling but tears still slithered out from his odd little eyes. I hurried from the empty room and down the hall all the way to the stairs where I was faced with Cersei.

"What are you doing?" She snapped seeing Tyrion in my arms.

"I think he's hungry," I replied. "I was going to the kitchens."

She only sneered. "Father hasn't returned from the hunt yet. I doubt they'll be any sort of raw meat for a beast like him to consume."

"He doesn't have teeth, Cersei. Just how is he to eat anything?" Her eyes darted to my hand and the finger in our brother's mouth.

"It seems to be eating you just fine without teeth." I tightened my grasp on him.

"He isn't eating me," I argued. "He's suckling because he's hungry."

"For blood."

"No, for milk. Which I am going to get him." I shoved her with my shoulder, moving past her and further down the stairs. She didn't follow but continued to her destination. As I hurried past room after room the few servants who did remain in the castle gasped once they saw that I had Tyrion. "He's a Lannister just as I am," I muttered as I hurried past. When I reached the kitchen word had spread that I was on my way there. The staff had had time to prepare themselves for my demands. "Milk," I said. "My brother is famished." A serving girl silently disappeared and then reappeared with a jug of milk. I stared at the frozen workers as they kept still. "And is my brother, an infant, expected to hold such a heavy object to his own lips?" I snapped. No one spoke. "Fetch me a ladle damn you!" With my demands met I headed to a table where I began to spoon milk into Tryion's hungry mouth. Eagerly he drank what I gave him, it seemed almost as if he had not eaten since he was born. I soon found that I had fed him the entire jug of milk. I looked down at him in my arms, his eyes glued to the now empty jug. "I'm sorry," I said. "You've eaten it all." At first he seemed to want to start crying again but he seemed to understand me in some way. His scrunched little face softened and he let out a meek yawn.

"I suppose you've grown attached by now." I heard her before I saw her. Like a cat lurking about in an alley Cersei emerged from the shadows. I looked up to meet her scowling expression. "Father won't be pleased," she sneered.

"Why not? He is our brother and if father wanted him dead he could have done it by now."