The keys rattled and the door to Tyrion's cells creaked open. Jaime held the torch a little closer to Tyrion's face to get a better view of his face. Tyrion immediately shielded his eyes from the brightness of the torchlight.

"Come on, are you frightened of a dwarf? Do it you son of a poxy whore." His voice had grown hoarse from disuse.

Jaime smirked at his brother. "Is that any way to speak about our lady mother?" He moved forward with the torch still in his hand and Jaime seemed to notice that his brother hadn't noticed that it was him and not someone else. "This is even more ghastly than my cell at Riverrun, though not quite so damp."

His brother seemed breathless at the sight of him. "You?"

"Well, most of me…I left a hand at Harrenhal courtesy of the Goat." He lifted his arm to show him his ghastly stump.

Tyrion started to laugh hysterically. "Oh, gods," he said. "Jaime, I'm so sorry, but…look at us and what mess we've gotten ourselves in."

Jaime leaned in more to get a better look at the long and stitched gash of a scar across his face. "An impressive scar."

Tyrion turned away from the glare of the torch. "They made me fight a battle without my big brother to protect me." Jaime frowned a little at the realization that he caused this all to happen to his little brother.

Jaime smiled sadly. "I heard you almost burned the city down."

"A filthy lie…I only burned the river." It was silent for a moment until Tyrion spoke again, "Are you here to kill me?"

"Now that's ungrateful. Perhaps I should leave you here to rot if you're going to be discourteous," Jaime teased.

"Rotting is not the fate Cersei has in mind for me."

"Well, no, if truth be told. You're to be beheaded on the morrow, out on the old tourney grounds."

Tyrion laughed. "You'll have to help with my last words, my wits have been running a low lately ever since I was in this horrific cell."

"You won't need last words, Tyrion. I'm rescuing you."

"Who said I needed to be rescued?"

"You know, I'd almost forgotten what an annoying and stubborn little ma you are. Now that you've reminded me, I'll let Cersei cut your head off after all."

Oh no you won't." He waddled out of the cell. "I've lost all since of time. Is it night or day up above?"

"Three hours past midnight. The city sleeps."

The corridor was poorly lit that Tyrion kept on stumbling and then cursing. "I here you're going to be a father…again."

Jaime couldn't stop his lips from curving into a happy smile on his face. Tyrion smirked at his smiling face and said, "Judging from the smile that's on your face, I see that the rumor is true. Good thing about this is that I actually like the mother of this child."

"It will be my firstborn, Tyrion."

Tyrion turned his head towards him and confusion spread over his face for a second and then he cached on. "Oh, I see…don't tell our sweet sister that or you'll be in my place on the morrow."

Jaime chuckled a little. "The eunuch dosed the guards' wine or so he swears to me, but not enough to kill them. Go down into the sewers, then from there to the river. Cersei will send men after you so change your name once you get to the Free Cities."

"Another name? Of course and when the Faceless Men come to kill me I'll say 'Oh no, you have the wrong man I'm a different dwarf with a hideous scar across his face," His brother said sarcastically.

Both of them laughed for a little bit. Once it was silent, Jaime kneeled down and hugged his brother tightly into his arms. Tyrion hugged him back just as tightly.

"Thank you, Brother," Tyrion said, "for my life."

"It was…" Jaime's voice was a little solemn, "a debt I owed you." Jaime had to force himself not to burst out the truth to Tyrion and come clean to him. He is my only brother, he thought, I can't lose him…my child will need a witty and clever uncle; my family won't be complete without him.

"A debt?" Tyrion cocked his head. "I do not understand."

"Good, some doors are better left closed."

"Oh dear," said Tyrion. "Is it something grim and ugly behind it? I'll try not to weep and cry about it. Tell me."

"Tyrion…"

Jaime was scared now because Tyrion wouldn't leave the subject alone and when Tyrion wanted to know something, he wanted to know it now. Jaime's fear must've been shown on his face because Tyrion urged, "Tell me."

Jaime couldn't take it anymore…he had to come clean because the secret and lie was practically killing him on the inside and out. He looked away in shame of what he did. "Tysha," he said softly.

Tyrion's face hardened in suspicion, "Tysha? What of her?"

"She was no whore, Tyrion. Father commanded me lie to you because she was a lowborn and he expected that the only reason she even married you was because of your name and your gold. She spoke the truth…she was what she seemed. A crofter's daughter, chance met on the road."

Tyrion's facial emotions dropped for a moment and then became impassive. Jaime could not meet the eyes of his disappointed and angry brother.

"My wife," he croaked. "She wed me."

"Like I said Father said it was only for your gold and because of your name…a Lannister of Casterly Rock. All she wanted was the gold, which made her no different from a whore…so it would not be a lie, not truly…he said that you required a sharp lesson. That you would learn from it and thank me later."

Tyrion shook his head and he choked. "Thank you?" His brother scoffed and his raised his voice. "He gave her to his guards. A barracks full of guards. He made me…watch. More than watch actually, he made me take her too. She was my wife, Jaime!"

"I never knew that he would do that to you. You have to believe me."

"Oh, must I?" Tyrion snarled. "Why should I believe anything you have to say? She was my wife!"

"Tyrion-" He began, but was interrupted by Tyrion's hand coming in contact with his face and knocking him over. His brother had slapped him or actually backhanded him across the face. The slap was a hard one and it was strong enough to knock him over. He felt a little proud of his brother's strength. Jaime was squatting, unbalanced. "I…I suppose I earned that," he said as his fingers lightly touched his cheek and felt a tinge of pain from them.

"Oh you've earned more than that, Jaime. You, my sweet sister, our loving father, all of you earn more and will get more. I can't even begin to tell what you've earned. But I swear to you that you'll have it. A Lannister always pays his debts." Tyrion's voice was spiteful at every word and Jaime knew that Tyrion was right like he always was. Tyrion waddled away, nearly stumbling over one of the guards.

A dozen yards away, he saw Tyrion try to open the gate and fail because it was locked. Jaime came up behind him, "I have the gaoler's keys."

"Then use then." Tyrion stepped aside. Jaime unlocked the gate and pushed it open and went through it. He looked back over his shoulder. "Are you coming?"

"Not with you." Tyrion stepped through the gate. "Give me the keys and go back to the loving wife you don't deserve. I will find Varys on my own." Tyrion stared up at him and tilted his head to the side. "Jaime, can you fight left-handed?"

He knew what his brother was trying to do to him. "Rather less well than you," he said bitterly.

"Good, Then we will be well-matched if we ever meet again. The cripple and the dwarf."

Jaime handed Tyrion the keys. "Did you kill him…did you do it?"

"Do you really want to know," asked Tyrion. "Joffrey would have been a worse king than Aerys. He stole his father's knife and gave it to an assassin to kill Brandon Stark with, did you know that?"

"The thought came to mind."

"Once he came into power, Joff would have killed me as well. For the crime of being short and ugly as of which I am most guilty of."

"Answer the question, Tyrion."

Tyrion laughed. His laugh had a hint of madness and bitterness in it. "You poor stupid blind crippled fool. Must I spell everything out for you?" Silence. "Very well. In all your life you had two women who you think loved you. Cersei is a lying whore who's been fucking Lancel, Osmund Kettleblack, and probably Moon Boy too. And your loving new wife is still in love with Robb Stark and she has many secrets that she'll never tell you. Your love is a mere shadow compared to his love for her. Even in death…he still puts a wedge between you and her. You are blinded by her beauty and your love to see anything clearly and no matter what you do, say, or how many children you give her…he is the one and you're just a replacement. I am the monster they all say I. Yes, I killed your vile son and I don't regret a single thing."

Jaime saw Tyrion's hideous grin in the torchlight. Jaime turned and walked away from his brother in anger. As he stormed back to his chambers, he became deep in his thoughts. He came into their chambers and smiled sadly at Guinevere sleeping peacefully on the bed. She was still naked which surprised him, but made him aroused by the thought and sight. He took off all his clothes and slipped into their bed and under the sheets. He very badly wanted to wake her up and see if she's up to certain activities. He felt himself grow hard at the thought again. His eyes glance to the rise and fall of her firm and swelling breasts on her chest. He looked down at her swelling belly and smiled like a happy in love fool. How could he say all those things…, he thought, Gwen does love me and I know she still loves the damn Stark boy, but that is because he was her first love… but I intend to be her last though.

. . .

Guinevere tossed and turned in Jaime's arms. She would whimper ever so often and could feel Jaime's arms tighten around her every time. Her eyes popped wide open and she awoke gasping for air as she bolted straight up. It was just the beginning of sunrise when she awoken. She looked around the room and Jaime's hand touched her shoulder. She flinched at the contact and Jaime immediately sat up straight. She stared straight ahead, tears wielded up in her eyes. When Jaime tried to touch again, she jumped away from him and off their bed. She ran to the bathing chamber and bolted the door shut. Her whole body started to tremble, but she didn't know why though. She couldn't see anything in the dream at first. What woke her up were the screeching sounds of a woman and a horrific image of her. She was blurry at first until she screamed at Gwen and Gwen could see her face clearly. The woman looked to be in her mid-life, her chin was pointy and her skin was pale as a ghost and it had claw marks on her, she had long grey hair with a hint of auburn that was shiny and thin, her eyes were like sapphires that were filled with sadness and rage, she was freighting for a woman, she was very thin and Gwen could almost the outline of her bones, and she had on a ripped and torn long white gown with splattered blood across her chest. A scarf or shawl was wrapped around her neck. She screamed at Gwen, but it was more like a screech to Guinevere. Jaime's insisting knock on the door had brought her put of her thoughts.

"Gwen? Guinevere, open the door. What happened?" he said through the door.

She kept silent and sobbed silently against a wall. Jaime kicked the doors open and came by her side. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around her and she cried into his chest and held onto him for comfort. She let her terrified tears stream down her face. He stroked her hair in a soothing way.

"Tell me…" he urged.

"I can't, I made a promise to someone," she said. I made that promise to Ned, she thought, and I don't plan on breaking that promise now.

"Why not," he asked. "Does anyone else know after all I do have a right to know since I'm your husband?"

She shook her head. "No one knows. I would love to tell you everything, but…there are some things better left unspoken of."

"Who is the person-"

"Ned Stark," she said softly as her tears dried up on her face and she stopped crying.

Jaime seemed to understand now because he didn't reply to her, but just kept silent and held onto her. Suddenly the doors came in and Lannister guards came through. Jaime quickly grabbed a blanket from somewhere and wrapped it around her body. She looked down and saw that he had his breeches on. Jaime stood up as one of the guards said, "My lord, it's your father…he's dead. The Imp had escaped and killed him. He must've gotten in through a secret passage."

Jaime froze at the guards words and so did she. Her eyes widened a little at the news. She could see in the corner of her eye that Jaime was going to break down, not in tears, but in anger because of something he didn't tell her. She remembered the bed have more weight on it and felt Jaime's eyes on her, but she didn't want to open hers and see what was happening because she knew that he wouldn't tell her. She finally felt his naked body move closer to hers and his hand touch her swelling belly. It had been four moons past since she found out that she had been with child, Jaime's child.

"Leave." She commanded the guards.

Once they left she had realized that they were now Lord and Lady of Casterly Rock…Lord and Lady Lannister. People would be calling her that from now on which completely annoyed Guinevere.

She stood up with the blanket still wrapped around her body and she cupped Jaime's cheek. Her eyes searched his face for some emotion. How could Tyrion do something like, she thought, why did he do this… maybe he was framed for this and he didn't do it. All these questions kept swimming in her head, desperately wanting them to be answered. She suddenly remembered Jaime being gone for a very long time and she didn't want to ask the question, but her curiosity was killing her.

"Did you set him free, Jaime," she asked softly.

He looked up and she could see in his eyes the answer. "Yes…yes I did."

She embraced him immediately and stroked his blonde hair like he did to her not too long ago. "It's not your fault," she said sternly. "You didn't know that he would do this and you didn't give him the idea to."

"I told him something that my father did and…"

"It wasn't your fault. Tyrion made this choice by himself. He killed your father, not you. No matter what you said or did…it was your father that Tyrion really hated and he murdered him." She insisted.

Jaime let go of her and smiled sadly at her as he combed his fingers through her dark curls. As his hand cupped her cheek his thumb touched her cheekbone. She noticed more of his face. Her hand came up to his face and touched the short cut that looked like a bruise on one of his cheeks.

Confusion spread over her face as she asked, "Who did this to you?"

Jaime slightly flinched at contact of her delicate fingers on the bruise. "Tyrion gave it to me." He smirked at her. She gave him a look as she stood up and went to go and get a wet cloth. She sat back down and brought the cloth up to his face and started to gently clean it.

As she was cleaning it he asked, "Are you happy? With me?"

She was a little surprised and a taken back by his question. "Yes, I am. I will be happier with you when we get the hell out of here and are able to start our lives together at Casterly Rock."

"Do you still love him?"

She frowned and looked down. "Yes, I did."

Jaime forced her chin to look up at him. "Do you love me?"

"Yes, I do." He smiled at her answer and kissed her. The kiss was loving and romantic. He wrapped his arms around her waist. "I am Lord Commander," he mumbled as he was kissing her. "I have to see where the passage leads and…"

"I know. We'll talk later." She said as she broke their kiss.

He smiled sadly at her and kissed her forehead. She went back into bed as he got dressed. She felt his lips place a kiss on her lips just before he left. She fell back asleep fast.

. . .

She was lounging on one of the crimson velvet sofas when she jumped at the sight of the fireplace's bricks moving to one side. A blonde woman came crawling out of it. When she stood up, Gwen noticed that she was very tall and she was wearing amour like a knight.

"Brienne?" she asked hesitantly.

The blonde woman nodded. "Yes, my lady…that is my name."

Gwen smiled at her. "I've heard many things about you from Jaime."

"As have I. I am sorry, but I was told to do this by Ser Jaime." She frowned as Brienne continued, "I was ordered by him to take you away to Casterly Rock. He said that he would come later, but to bring you first and make sure that the both of you are safe and protected." She gestured towards her belly.

Guinevere looked down at her belly as her hand went protectively on it. She didn't want to leave Jaime, but this wasn't about her anymore or him and what they want…it was about the safety of their unborn child.

She looked back up at Brienne and she was waiting for her answer. She nodded in understanding at her.

"Travel lightly, my lady. Hurry we don't have much time."

Guinevere only packed a trunk that was filled with three gowns, jewels, some books that Tyrion gave her, and the blanket she had been working on for the babe. She was deciding whether or not to put the sigils of Stark and Velaryon on it. She shrugged it off and Brienne led her into the tunnel and she slightly jumped at the sound of the bricks moving back in their place.

Her eyes went to the fireplace to get one last glance at their chambers. As the bricks were sliding back into their original place, Guinevere softly whispered, "Goodbye, Jaime."

~Fin~

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