Long, long, long overdue update. Sorry, guys! I have had far too many distractions the past few weeks. I will say, now that the show is back on, I'm much more motivated and inspired to crank out some chapters :) And this one is a long one, to make up for the wait.

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Chapter 113

Sansa helped Rickard and then Gerion climb onto the large feather bed in the chamber adjoining the one she was sharing with Jaime. Julianna was already in the bed, fluffing her pillows and settling herself in for the night, while Sansa did the same for the little boys that would sleep beside her. The children could have had separate rooms – the newly rebuilt Tower of the Hand was certainly large enough - but had Sansa wanted her children together and near her. She was still uneasy about having them in the Red Keep. She reminded herself that many of Jaime's men were standing guard outside their doors, as well as Tommen's across the hall.

"Lady Margaery is very elegant, Mother," Julianna murmured as she settled back against the pillows.

Sansa smiled to herself as she tucked the bedcovers around the boys. "Yes, she is. I always thought she was very beautiful." She remembered how she had wanted to be just like Margaery Tyrell when she first met her. How she had envied the Rose of Highgarden. Sansa knew now that she had been so blinded by her beauty and her friendly manners, that she had been unable to see her naked ambition for the throne. An ambition which overshadowed all of her good points and led Margaery to hurt those around her.

Sansa would never forget the pain Margaery had caused Tommen when she and Ser Loras had unceremoniously dropped him off at Casterly Rock. She knew that Tommen was uncomfortable seeing Margaery again. He had only been a little boy when they were wed, and he had so wanted her to love him. He was too little to understand romantic love and Sansa suspected he sought a more motherly love and comfort from Lady Margaery, but he wanted her love all the same. And she had abandoned him without much of a farewell. Margaery's reaction to seeing her little husband again had not been lost on Sansa. Tommen had grown tall and strong and as handsome as Jaime. She wondered if Margaery regretted leaving him behind.

"She's not more beautiful than you, though, Mother," Julianna said and Sansa looked at her in surprise.

"Mama's the most beautiful," Rickard chimed in as he snuggled under the covers beside Julianna, while Gerion nodded in agreement.

"Thank you, Sweetlings," she said, leaning over to hug and kiss each of them. "Get some sleep. We have a long day tomorrow. You don't want to miss the tournament because you need a nap." It was far later than the children ever went to sleep, but she had indulged them and let them play with their cousin while Jaime and Tyrion caught up with one another. Sansa and Margaery had spoken of nothing of substance – the beauty of Lys and what was planned for the coronation tournament.

Sansa frankly doubted that the children would sleep much. They were so excited to be in the Red Keep and all three were abuzz with anticipation for the tournament the next day. Sansa remembered the tournament of the Hand she had attended so many years ago with her father when they first came to King's Landing. She had been so excited to see real knights in battle for the first time. She stroked Julianna's red hair and tucked the bedcovers around her. She deserves to see the beauty and excitement without all the ugliness.

"Goodnight, Mama," the boys called out, curling up beside their sister.

Sansa gently closed the door. She saw that Jaime was already in bed and waiting for her. She untied her robe, and slipped into bed wearing only her nightshift. She saw her husband watching her carefully, though his eyes were bright and glassy. He and Tyrion had both been in their cups when Sansa and Margaery declared it time to retire for the evening. Sansa didn't mind. She saw how much the brothers had missed one another and how much pleasure they took to be in each other's company again. Of course, Jaime had devoted a not insignificant part of the evening making Lady Margaery uncomfortable. Though he did so with the utmost politeness. Sansa had kicked him more than once beneath the table when she thought he went too far.

Once she climbed into bed, Jaime smiled at her drunkenly before pulling her into his arms. Sansa smiled to herself and tucked her head in the space between his neck and shoulder.

"You were very brave today, Sansa. Coming back here after everything that happened," Jaime said, kissing her temple.

"And you were very foolish," she scolded. He chuckled in response, which only increased her ire. They'd not been alone since their arrival in the capitol, and Sansa had not had the opportunity to express her displeasure. "It's no laughing matter, Jaime. What possessed you speak to the Queen alone? She could have done anything to you. She could have killed you or ordered her men to take you prisoner. Have you forgotten what happened at Casterly Rock?"

"Of course not," he said after a moment. "If we're to live here in Westeros…at the Rock... I won't look over my shoulder for the rest my life. I won't have you or the children looking over your shoulders. I needed to know where I stand with her."

Sansa nodded against his shoulder and tilted her head up to meet his eyes. "And where do you stand with the Queen. What did she say to you?"

He laughed softly to himself. "She made it clear her pardon is not out of any fondness or compassion for me. I'll always be the oathbreaker that murdered her father and cost the Targaryens their throne." Sansa stiffened in his arms. We'll never be safe. She smiled despite herself and sighed as Jaime playfully nuzzled against her neck. "She won't hurt me. For Tyrion's sake and…yours."

"Mine?" she asked, startled. "What does the Queen care for what I want? I begged her to pardon you before. I told her how much I loved you and…I asked her to allow us to leave Westeros and never come back and…she ordered you executed for treason and…" Sansa didn't like to think about the Queen's plans for her – to marry her to Littlefinger. She was glad that the former Master of Coin was dead, even if she was still unsettled by the memory of having killed him – even after all these years.

Jaime held her tighter as he spoke. "She seems to regret that. Not condemning me to death, or course, but what she did to you. It seems she identifies with your situation – forced to marry a man you didn't love for the sake of politics."

Sansa turned to meet his eyes. "I love you now," she said, speaking the obvious. Sansa had no doubt that Jaime knew how she felt about him, but she felt compelled to say it.

"It seems the Dragon Queen is not so blind that she did not see that. She fell in love with the Dothraki horse lord her brother sold her to as well. I assure you – we're quite safe." Sansa hoped he was right, for all their sakes. "Enough about the Dragon Queen…how are our little cubs?"

"They're very excited for tomorrow."

Jaime sighed. "I suppose we must attend?"

Sansa rolled her eyes. "Of course we must. That's why we came here and didn't sail for the Rock. Jon and Arya will be there tomorrow. And Bran." She didn't say anything more, but she knew Jaime was uncertain about seeing her younger brother for the first time since…the tower. They never spoke of what Jaime had done to Bran, but she saw Jaime's regret whenever she received a letter from Arya or her mother that mentioned him. She saw how much he wished he could undo the past. Jaime wasn't a man who regretted anything, but she knew he regretted that moment in Winterfell so long ago.

"I know how much you've missed them," he said tentatively. "It's been years since you've seen any of them. And the children will finally be able to meet your family."

Sansa sat up and gently cradled Jaime's cheek in her hand, leaning forward to lightly brush her lips over his, wishing to leave him in no doubt that she loved him. She felt his arm slip around her waist and pull her against him once more.

"You are family, too, Jaime. And while there are things in the past that I may regret…I know that it all happened for a reason. That every bit of the past is what brought us here." Jaime let out a shaky breath and Sansa held him tighter and silently prayed that all would go well during their stay in King's Landing.

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Jaime rubbed his temple, trying to rid himself of the dull ache in his head that reminded him of his evening with Tyrion. The courtyard was filled with the heads of all the great houses of Westeros. What a spectacle. Not even Robert threw tournaments like this. He wondered if Margaery Tyrell had been consulted to plan the event. The excess had her mark all over it. Jaime looked at the lords and their ladies, decked out in the finery of their houses, as they awaited their turn to enter their designated boxes in the arena. All were expected to make an appearance, showing their allegiance to the new Queen. Tyrion believed this event would unify the Realm. Jaime wansn't so sure.

Julianna absently tugged on his hand as she waited to see the arena. He looked down at his little lioness and smiled. Sansa had dressed Julianna and the twins in crimson and gold to show their allegiance to House Lannister. Jaime looked down at his own crimson attire and thought it a bit much. Perhaps because he'd worn the armor of the Kingsguard for so long, he'd never given much thought to his house colors. He allowed that Lord Tywin would be proud of the sight of Jaime and his children, were he alive to see it.

Sansa was smoothing non-existent creases from her own gown of grey and silver, though it was tied with a sash of deep crimson. Jaime was struck by how beautiful she looked, even if she was more covered up than she had been in Lys. She had hesitantly asked him if he minded her wearing the colors of her own house as well, since there were so few Starks left. He was surprised that she thought he would care what she color she chose to wear.

Jaime considered Tommen, who was standing with Tyrion across the courtyard. The boy was wearing the colors of House Baratheon. Though they were the colors the boy had worn for most of his life, Jaime knew that he was having a difficult time of it. He doesn't want to live a lie anymore. He wants everyone to know who he really is – that he's my son. Jaime shook his head, knowing that was impossible. Sansa had helped Tommen with the elaborate ties on his doublet and hugged him tightly afterward, whispering something in the boy's ear that Jaime couldn't hear. Whatever she said had made the boy smile. She knows what to do and what to say to lift the boy's spirits. She's good with him. She understands him. Better than Cersei or I ever did.

Jaime was distracted from his thoughts by a flash of grey and silver that all but flew across the courtyard and into Sansa's arms. He was pondering whether he should pull his sword, when he heard Sansa speak. "Arya," she whispered, and Jaime saw the tears forming in her eyes. He recalled a morning many years ago when the Stark sisters were similarly reunited before his eyes. Though this time, they had both known that the other was alive and well, Jaime knew they had not been certain of ever seeing each other again.

Jaime looked Arya over and saw that Sansa's wild little sister had grown into a lovely young woman. Though she would never be the proper lady that her sister was, she had grown up. The little hellion he had come to care for and considered to be his sister. Arya turned her head toward Jaime and smiled.

"Lady Arya," he teased, "How good it is to see you again."

She rolled her eyes at his false courtesy. "You as well, Ser Jaime. It has been far too long since we were in each other's company."

Jaime grinned as words he was accustomed to hear flowing from Sansa's mouth escaped Arya's. It seems Catelyn Stark has taught her some courtesies. He walked over and hugged her affectionately. "I've missed you as well, little sister," he murmured quietly. Sansa had told him about Arya's words to Jon Snow. Jaime knew that Arya had pleaded for his life and urged Jon to betray the Queen's trust and help them to escape Casterly Rock. Her eyes narrowed a bit, though she didn't seem to mind the nickname.

"Is that Aunt Arya, Father?" Julianna asked, tugging on his doublet. He and Sansa had both told the children about the family they would meet in Westeros. Julianna had been intrigued by stories of Jaime teaching her lady aunt to fight with a sword – not that she was interested in such things herself. Arya's eyes widened as she looked at her niece.

"She's gotten so big." Arya turned to Sansa. "She still looks just like you. Even more now."

Jaime rested his hand on Julianna's back and encouraged her forward to meet Arya, while the boys watched curiously and gripped Sansa's hands. He bit back a laugh as his proper daughter took in the sword at Arya's side, her nose wrinkling in disapproval. He knew his daughter well enough to know that she thought the sword made Arya look less elegant in her gown.

Arya knelt down to speak to Julianna, and his daughter couldn't help smile as Arya called her a proper lady. Jaime wagered that Arya meant it as a pointed comment directed at Sansa, but little Julianna wasn't old enough to hear the teasing in Arya's tone. She only heard a compliment.

"Why do you carry a sword?" Julianna finally asked. "We're in the Red Keep. All the knights will keep the peace. Nothing bad will happen here."

Arya looked up at Sansa who shook her head. He knew she wanted Julianna to believe that as long as they were there. "You're right," Arya said grudgingly. "I've just grown so used to carrying a blade that I don't feel right without it. We don't have knights in the North. But I'll have no use of my sword here."

Julianna smiled up at Jaime as Arya met the twins and he saw so much of Sansa in his little girl at that moment. Sansa the way he imagined she was before he knew her – happy and hopeful and not doubting for a moment that the future held nothing but wonder. Jaime vowed to do all that he could to keep her that way.

"Why aren't you competing today, Father?"

Jaime laughed at the thought of competing in a tourney. "I'm afraid I am far too old for that, Lioness." And minus a hand.

"You're not that old, Father," she insisted.

"Perhaps not," he whispered, leaning down to address her. "But your lady mother would never permit it."

"Why wouldn't mother wish you to compete? You would win and crown her the Queen of Love and Beauty."

He smiled at his daughter, seeing that she had no doubt he would win the tourney, were he to compete. Jaime decided not to tell her how unlikely it was that he would prevail with only one hand and being decades older than most of the men competing. "I could also get hurt. It can be dangerous."

"But you-"

Jaime took her hand in his own, silencing her with a gentle tug toward the entrance to the tourney grounds. "I would much rather spend the day with you, watching your first tourney." Jaime knew she wanted to argue with him, but Julianna reluctantly nodded. He felt eyes on him and met Sansa's gaze. She trailed her fingers over Gerion's golden curls as she moved towards him, moving close and brushing her fingers over invisible creases in his doublet.

"You may not be competing today," she began, so quietly that only Jaime could hear her. "But, you've more than proven that you are every bit the warrior that you were before." Before losing your hand. She didn't voice it aloud, but he knew that was what she meant. "And, Jaime, you will always be the bravest warrior I have ever known…my golden knight."

Jaime felt a warmth in his chest at her words and rested his hand on her waist. Sansa looked at him sharply, and he knew she would not allow him to take liberties with her in front of all of Westeros. He felt his mouth quirk up at the sides and leaned forward, his hand reaching for her hair.

"Just a little something here," he murmured, adjusting a lock of her hair, as if it were out of place. "You will always be my Queen of Love and Beauty," he whispered. "No other woman here is worthy of the title." Sansa smiled softly and slid her hands up to his shoulders.

"You're not really going to do that here are you?" Arya asked in disbelief from her kneeling position on the ground, as she spoke to the twins. "After all this time, you still kiss her in public?" Sansa closed her eyes in exasperation.

"We'll finish this tonight," Jaime whispered, releasing her as she turned on her sister.

"We're doing nothing improper, Arya. I was simply…straightening Jaime's collar. We must all look perfect today."

Arya rolled her eyes and the twins giggled as Jaime and Sansa each swept one of them up into their arms. Jaime took Julianna's hand and followed Sansa and Arya into the arena.

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Though she knew it was all a show for the smallfolk – a kind of theater – Sansa couldn't help the excitement she felt building inside her as she, Jaime and the children stepped into the box marked with the banners of House Lannister. She looked at little Gerion and saw that he was beaming with pride to see the sigil of his house.

The banners of House Stark flew beside those of House Lannister – because of Sansa, no doubt. She looked over at the half of the viewing box marked with the howling wolf of the North and saw that Jon was already there. She had thought he would sit with the men of the Night's Watch, but perhaps he had reconsidered and chosen to sit with them instead. Then, Sansa saw who Jon was with and felt the sting of tears in her eyes for the second time that morning.

So many years had passed since she last saw Bran. Not since she, Arya and her father left Winterfell to come to King's Landing. When she last saw him, he had been a little boy lying unconscious after being pushed from the tower. Sansa looked back at Jaime and saw that he was distracted with the children and had not noticed the other occupants of their box. Not yet, anyway.

Sansa set Rickard on his feet and while he quickly scrambled to join Jaime and his brother and sister, Sansa slowly approached her own brothers. Jon was just as she remembered him, but Bran had grown so much. He was a man grown now, not the little boy she remembered. She saw Robb in him. And her mother.

"Sansa," he said and she nodded, wiping the tears that were threatening to fall.

She sat beside Bran, knowing that he could not stand to greet her, and hugged him tightly. "For so long…I thought I'd never see you again. Any of you."

Bran nodded against her shoulder. "I thought the same."

She didn't know what to say and rose to embrace Jon as well. "Thank you for helping us escape," she whispered.

He patted her back and nodded towards her children. "You've had two more babes."

Sansa smiled and looked over at them with pride, though she felt anxious when she saw Jaime's eyes. He was looking at Bran and she could see the turmoil and uncertainty that he was feeling at the sight of the boy he had harmed so long ago.

"Lannister," Jon said, stepping toward her husband and children, though there no malice in his voice. "I see you've taken good care of her, and her babes."

"They're mine as well," Jaime replied. "I didn't get the chance to thank you for your assistance. At the Rock, I mean. I know you did it for her but…I am grateful as well."

Jon nodded at the reminder of what he'd done and Sansa wondered if he still thought it dishonorable to have helped them escape, against the Queen's wishes. Sansa knew that Jon wasn't really her brother – that he had Targaryen blood in him – but she didn't know what he felt about that. He was still her brother as far as she concerned and she wondered if he still considered himself to be a Stark.

She turned at the feel of Jon's hand on her shoulder. "I must join my men. Bran and Arya will stay here with you for the tournament." Jon looked at Bran over her shoulder and spoke to her in a low voice. "In some ways…he's not the same but…you'll get on fine."

Sansa nodded nervously, watching Jon leave them. She reached for Jaime's hand and squeezed it reassuringly, before leading him toward her brother. She looked beyond Bran and saw that the Northern Lords were seated in the stands beside the Stark banner – their own sigils flying. Many of them nodded at her – and at Jaime. She knew that they had gained some respect for Jaime when he fought beside them against the White Walkers and it pleased her to see that they had not forgotten.

"Bran? Do you remember Jaime Lannister? My…we are married now."

Her brother tilted his head up to look at Jaime and she saw faint recognition in his eyes as he nodded and said hello to Jaime.

"Of course he knows who he is, Sansa. Bran knows all the great knights of the Realm," Arya answered, speaking as if her sister were utterly ridiculous. "He used to talk about Jaime all the time – because he was the youngest man to join the Kingsguard. Don't you remember?"

"You're right. I'd forgotten," Sansa said. Truthfully, she had not forgotten. She remembered it clear as yesterday. She wanted to gauge if Bran remembered Jaime pushing him from the tower. If he did, it was obvious to her that he had not told anyone. Jaime squeezed her hand tighter, but she knew it wasn't on purpose. He's afraid. He's afraid that Bran remembers his most dishonorable act. The moment he's most ashamed of.

"Your sister's been looking forward to seeing you again, Bran." She could hear the disquiet in Jaime's voice, though he was saved by the loud horns blowing, signaling the Queen's arrival and the start of the tournament.

As all in the arena scrambled to take their seats, Sansa squeezed Jaime's arm reassuringly. "It will be all right." The turmoil in his eyes tore at her heart and Jaime simply nodded, though the children distracted him soon enough with their questions.

Seven trumpeters stood before the royal box, beside a crier who called for all to stand for the Queen. Daenerys Targaryen rode into the arena on a silver mare and her Queensguard followed on white horses. Julianna gasped in delight from her spot between Sansa and Jaime. They each held one of the twins on their hip, so they could see all that was happening, and even shy little Rickard was thrilled to see the knights in their finest armor.

"Is this going to take all day?" Arya asked from her seat a few feet away and Sansa gave her a look that quieted her, though she was clearly bored at the whole thing. Sansa looked past her sister to Bran and wondered what he was feeling. Bran always wanted to do this. To be a knight and compete in tournaments. Sansa wondered if he still longed for that – something that could never be – or if he was satisfied to serve the Realm as the keeper of the Queen's dragons at the Wall.

"Tommen and Uncle Tyrion," Rickard said quietly in her ear, pointing to the Royal box.

Tyrion had decided that it would be best for Tommen to sit with him and his family in the Royal box, along with Shireen Baratheon. Not only would it further dispel any rumors that Jaime was his father, but it would show that the boy's brief time as King of the Realm was forgotten and that he now acknowledged Daenerys Targaryen as the rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Sansa noted that Tommen was seated far from Lady Margaery – Tyrion's doing no doubt – and was speaking to the girl he would one day marry. But for the greyscale that marred one side of her face, she was rather pretty. More importantly to Sansa, she seemed a sweet, kind person, who did not thirst for power. Just like Tommen. Sansa was satisfied with the bride Tyrion had selected. She would not have seen him wed to another Margaery Tyrell or anyone else who would hurt him.

"Why can't Tommen sit with us?" Rickard asked, though he'd already been told.

"Because, he gets to sit in the royal box with his betrothed and Uncle Tyrion," Julianna informed him. "He's so lucky. I wish I could sit with the Queen."

Sansa met Jaime's eyes and smiled. The trumpeters and the crier began announcing each great house that was present at the tourney and the lords and ladies of that house stood and bowed for the Queen, while any who had made the journey from their lands clapped and cheered. Arya was right, this is going to take forever.

"I'd rather sit here," Gerion declared. "We're here for House Lannister and the Westerlands. Representing your house is better than just sitting with the Queen."

Sansa smiled and looked at her little lion, happily perched on his father's lap. He was dressed all in crimson with a golden lion stitched on his chest. He'd specifically asked Sansa to stitch a "roaring lion" on his tunic for the tournament. She reached over past Julianna and smoothed her hand over Gerion's golden curls and he smiled at her before turning his attention back to the trumpeters.

Jaime took her hand and kissed it. She expected him to release her, but he kept her hand in his as the great houses of the Realm continued to be named. The lords were very different from who they had been before the War. Many of the high lords had been killed. Sansa smiled as House Tully was announced and her Uncle Edmure and Roslin bowed for the queen, two of their children holding their hands. She had missed her friend and knew that she would have to find Roslin and Edmure at the feast that night.

The many smaller houses of the North were announced, and then House Stark, and Sansa felt not a small amount of pride when Arya stood beside Bran and bowed for the Queen. Bran was formally recognized as the trainer of the Royal Dragons which made her children's eyes widen with delight. Tyrion had entertained all of the children at supper the night before with stories about the Queen's dragons, and assured them that the dragons were traveling South with the Night's Watch for the tournament.

"House Lannister and the Lord and Lady of Casterly Rock and their children."

The trumpets played again as Jaime, Sansa and the children rose to their feet and faced the royal box. She had noticed a number of curious looks in their direction since they entered the arena, but Sansa felt it most acutely now that all eyes were on them. She supposed the War of the Five Kings was, more than anything, a war between the Starks and the Lannisters. Sansa knew taht her marriage to Jaime was intended to end House Stark and allow the Lannisters to take control of the North. Though, the smallfolk may not have known that.

Sansa had read the songs that Lady Genna had sent with Ser Addam – songs of Jaime's bravery against the White Walkers and songs telling their love story. Just as she had thought back when they were betrothed, the songs spoke of his loving her from afar while she was to marry his wicked nephew, King Joffrey. And then, when the King chose another, so the songs went, Jaime was free to admit his love for her. A love so great that even the gods themselves would not stand in the way of their marriage, and he was released from the Kingsguard to take her as his wife.

They were a bit heavy-handed for her taste. Though, Sansa allowed, she was not the same girl she was. Jaime had proclaimed them "complete rubbish." But Julianna had been enchanted and all but swooned as she read the words of her parents' love story. Sansa had not the heart to tell her just how much was untrue. Julianna was only a little girl, but Sansa wondered how many others were similarly naïve about she and Jaime, as she saw the smallfolk in the stands far across the arena craning their necks to get a look at them, as the five of them bowed for the Queen. Sansa looked at Jaime with raised eyebrows as the crowd screamed for them and she wondered how many had come from Lannisport for the coronation tournament.

"They're certainly fans of the both of you," Arya said, looking at the crowd in wonder once they resumed their seats.

"Everyone wants to see the Lord and Lady of the Rock," Gerion told Arya, as if she should know such things already. "The Rock is the grandest castle in all the Seven Kingdoms."

"It is that," Arya replied, unable to keep the smile off her face when confronted with Gerion's pride for his House.

Once all the lords and ladies had been presented to the Queen, her dragons were to fly across the arena. Tyrion had told them as much the night before. The trumpets began to play and Sansa prepared herself, recalling the last time she had seen the three dragons circling Casterly Rock. She knew her children were excited to see the magical creatures, but Sansa would always think of them as the fearsome beasts that could have burned them and the Rock to the ground. She was amazed that Bran was able to control them as completely as Jon had described in his letter. She wondered how her little brother had developed such power.

Rickard gripped Sansa tightly in fear as the screams of the dragons began to fill the air. She was afraid herself, but knew that she couldn't let the children see her fear. "It's all right, Sweetling," she murmured quietly, holding him against her.

"Bran won't let them hurt you," Arya said, resting her hand on his shoulder. "They won't do anything he doesn't want them to do. I saw for myself on our journey here from the North."

Rickard hesitantly turned to Bran who nodded encouragingly. "I've gotten better at controlling them the past few years. They won't hurt you. I promise." Sansa smiled at Bran in thanks and encouraged Rickard to join his brother and sister at the railing to watch the dragons as they came into sight in the distance.

"Mama, come look!" Gerion called and she knelt beside them at the railing in front of Bran and Arya.

"They're so big," Julianna said, clutching her little brothers' hands as the dragons began circling the arena. The black and red dragon blew fire up into the air and the crowd cheered. Have they all forgotten how the Targaryens conquered Westeros and burned Harrenhal to the ground? Sansa was glad the children weren't afraid and enjoyed the spectacle. She knew she had Tyrion to thank for that – he'd made the sight of dragons sound like the most exciting thing they would ever see in their lives.

The three dragons continued to circle high above the arena, though they would occasionally fly lower so the crowd could get a good look at them. One of the dragons flew rather low and in their direction. The children pointed and laughed in delight as it blew fire in the air and flew closer. Sansa looked behind her at Bran and saw that his eyes were closed in concentration. He has control of them. When she looked back, she saw the green dragon flying towards Jaime, screaming as it prepared to breathe its deadly fire. Sansa waited, and realized that the dragon wasn't going to change its course. It's going to burn him alive.

She knew she was right and rose to her feet, running to stand in front of Jaime, though she was shaking in fear. Please let me be right about this. Please don't let us die this way. Jaime grabbed her by the waist and pulled her out of the way, shielding her with his own body, having also realized that the dragon was attacking. Though, in the end, it wasn't necessary to move out of the way. As Sansa suspected, the moment she stepped in front of Jaime the dragon had turned upward, flying higher into the sky.

"Uncle Bran won't let the dragon burn you, Mother," Julianna said, clearly thinking them silly for being afraid.

Sansa looked at Bran. She's right. Bran wouldn't let the dragon burn me. But he was going to burn Jaime. She looked at Jaime and clutched his hand tightly. She looked at her brother again and knew in her heart that Bran remembered Jaime pushing him from that tower.

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Next chapter: The Coronation Feast and Arya may see Gendry again…