Game of Thrones: New Era

Chapter 4 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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Jaime

Jaime stood rigidly at the prow of his ship as it pulled in to King's Landing's harbour. He could see the assembled crowds, all waiting to greet him. Amongst them he could see his King, his father and his sister. He glowered as he saw Cersei; recalling her foolish mistakes, her arrogance and what it was going to cost them if they weren't careful. Also assembled were the other Kingsguard, which also added to his fury, for he could see Gregor clearly, standing amongst them.

'Cersei has got a lot to answer for, putting that animal amongst our ranks.' He thought furiously. 'She has taken leave of her senses entirely it seems.'

Shaking his head he took the lead and disembarked from his ship, Podrick, Ser Balon and the other soldiers on board the ships all disembarked too. As they assembled on the dock, Jaime, with Balon following him, made their way forwards to meet the crowd. Coming face to face with Tommen, Jaime bowed.

"Your Grace, we have returned successfully." He announced. "Dragonstone has fallen and is once more under our control."

Tommen nodded and replied. "You have my thanks, Lord Commander, I am glad to see you return safely too. We are facing many issues in addition to our main crisis. I sincerely hope you can aid us in unravelling these mysteries and ensuring true justice is done."

It was his emphasis on the word true, Jaime noticed, that got a reaction. Apart from a brief flicker, Tywin did not respond to the statement. Cersei however openly glared and looked as if she would speak up, but thought better of it.

Deciding to pay her no heed, the ultimate insult to her, he instead turned to his father and bowed again.

"Lord father."

Tywin nodded. "Welcome home, Jaime, as our King has said, there are many mysteries and issues to be resolved."

Jaime sighed. "Indeed, more than some seem to think. I will begin at once, starting with my own men…I will meet with the Kingsguard in the White Sword Tower...now."

Cersei looked shocked at his abruptness, but truthfully he didn't care. Ignoring the welcoming and cheering crowds, celebrating his triumphant return, he bowed again to his father and King and began to make his way, accompanied by his men, back towards the Red Keep.

He could still see the looks in Tommen and his father's eyes, they could tell he was distracted and, in truth, he was. He was just glad they didn't bring it up, it wouldn't go down well, he knew. The last thing he wanted to do was start an argument, especially in front of a large crowd.

"Ser Jaime, welcome back." A voice caught his attention.

He spotted the one who spoke and nodded in return greeting The speaker was a Dornish man of four and thirty, of medium height with a toned build, tanned skin, light brown hair and grey eyes.

Jaime smiled gently. "Victarion Fowler, my thanks."

The man bowed and Jaime thought about him as he resumed his march. Victarion was a strong warrior from Dorne who Jaime came to knew in the time between assuming his duties and leaving for Dragonstone.

He knew Victarion was an impressive fighter, capable of wielding a sword and a spear at the same time. Like Ser Robert Hightower, Jaime knew Victarion was Kingsguard material. In fact, given half the chance, Jaime would have had Victarion replace the deceased Ser Arys, rather than Gregor Clegane.

Jaime looked around at the Kingsguard; all of them, that were present, now assembled at the White Sword Tower. Taking precautions he of course ensured that someone he trusted, namely Victarion Fowler, was watching Tyrion's cell during this. He observed his fellow Kingsguard Ser Tobias and Ser Kaleb, Ser Robert Hightower, Ser Balon. Then of course was the absent Loras Tyrell.

'I must find Queen Margaery before it becomes necessary for him to return from Dragonstone...He must not find out about this, or he will do something rash, I know it.' Jaime considered to himself.

Of course he now had to put up with the presence of Gregor Clegane in this tower, thanks to Cersei's foolishness. Standing up he spoke.

"Gentlemen, we have some serious matters to oversee. Not only are we charged with defending our King; some of you are aware of your...other duties, regarding my brother Tyrion." He paused for a moment before announcing. "As it stands, we also have to consider the disappearance of our Queen. A matter I intend to help investigate personally."

He looked around the table as he spoke; everybody seemed to take his words on board; yet he noticed something odd, Ser Tobias seemed troubled. After giving his instructions to them, as well as warning Gregor about following instructions to the letter, on pain of death, Jaime asked Tobias to stay behind.

Jaime could feel Tobias' eyes upon him, the man was confused.

Finally Jaime spoke. "Ser Tobias, is something troubling you, you look distracted. I hope you understand you can trust me and, if possible, I could help you."

Tobias sighed at that, running a hand through his hair, finally he spoke.

"Very well Lord Commander, to tell you the truth, it's Queen Regent Cersei's new handmaiden...I know her, it's my half-sister, Jenna Bolton." He revealed.

That startled Jaime, he had no idea that she was even in the capital. This certainly troubled him; knowing of her illicit attempt to seduce Tobias when they were younger, but it was clear that wasn't all that troubled him.

"Go on?"

Tobias sighed and shook his head. "I've been thinking, about my mother's death...Something doesn't sit right with me about it."

Jaime pondered for a moment. "What was the official word given again...they said she, jumped from the Sept's roof and committed suicide. You have doubts?"

"I have no doubt she met her end falling from the roof of the Sept." Tobias replied. "But I don't believe she jumped...I think she was pushed."

Jaime raised an eyebrow at that. "By Lady Jenna Bolton?"

Tobias nodded. "I've been suspicions of her ever since, she acted strangely both before and after the death...which occurred after her penance walk. Also, those scars on her face, she didn't have them before my mother died."

Jaime sighed; he couldn't let this lie; something would have to be done about this, he reassured Ser Tobias of this and knew it was one more thing to look into.

Jaime was still glaring as he considered everything, and how many of these problems seemed to be connected, as he entered the chamber. Nobody had seen him arrive, he was certain of that; he had arranged to meet her specifically. Yet clearly the person he was meeting with had different intentions for their meeting than he did. He shook his head when he saw Cersei, sitting waiting for him, her gown deliberately cast off the shoulder and a smirk on her face.

"I wondered how long it would take you to come to your senses, Jaime." She said.

He shook his head. "Cover yourself Cersei; it is unseemly...Besides, I am not the one who has lost my wits."

She started, shocked by his sharp tone and his words themselves. "Jaime, what is this, you called me here to correct the mistake you made last time we were alone..."

"No Cersei, I called you here, to discuss certain issues that are plaguing us at the moment, which involve you directly no doubt."

She straightened up, surprised and he continued.

"I know you well enough Cersei, so do not try to deny, or wriggle out of this..." He remarked, a dangerous edge to his voice. "What do you know about Queen Margaery's disappearance."

Cersei glared at the mention of Margaery's title. "That girl is a slattern; she has been unfaithful to Tommen, she has slept, is sleeping, with other men; we have proof..."

Jaime shook his head, disgusted. "You have letters, that don't really prove anything. Honestly Cersei, you are so transparent it's pathetic."

"How dare you!?" She gasped.

Jaime continued. "You accuse Her Grace of crimes you yourself are guilty of, not only that, you jeopardize the Kingsguard, by appointing an animal to our ranks, when you should have appointed a suitable warrior, like Victarion Fowler."

"I did appoint a warrior, Gregor is a loyal warrior who..."

He is a beast who should be put down." Jaime snarled. "Even if I have to do it myself."

With that he turned and left the room, his mood thunderous, not even caring as Cersei called after him.

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