Hello my dear readers! Here is the 1st chapter of this story, starting with Jaime's POV. Also, I changed the story's cover to represent this 3rd part, you'll see why *thumbs up*.

I have to thank all of you who are following this story and/or left a review *smiling brightly*. Thank you, thank you, thank you... ^_^

As always, I don't own A Song of Ice and Fire books and Game of Thrones TV show, except for my OC. And my apologies in advance for the typos, English is my Second (Foreign) Language, Spanish is my first.

Enjoy Chapter 1!


Chapter 1

JAIME

With his good hand, extended the new gift from his father. A longsword.

The pommel has a golden lion's head with ruby eyes that shine like two red stars. Its scabbard glitters gold and is decorated with a row of lion's heads and smoldering red rubies. The blade has grey-black and red ripples through the steel, with the red almost as dark as the grey. It was made of Valyrian Steel.

"Magnificent." Jaime commented admiring the sword.

"Mmh-mmh…" Lord Tywin expressed agreeing with him.

"Looks fresh forged." Jaime observed.

"It did."

"Nobody has made Valyrian steel since the Doom of Valyria."

"There are three living smiths who knows how to rework Valyrian steel." Tywin explained to him while he returns to his chair. "The finest of them was in Volantis, he came here to King's Landing at my invitation."

"Where did you get this much Valyrian steel?" Jaime asked curious.

"From someone who no longer had need of it." Lord Tywin answered nonchalant.

Ice, the sword of Ned Stark, Lylian's father, Jaime thought looking shocked to his father. "It was by rights my wife's sword. It belongs to her family for a long time."

"She will not hold a sword, nor return to The North." Lylian will not like this decision. "Now we have two from the original."

"Two?"

"The original weapon was absurdly large. Plenty of steel for two swords."

"Well, thank you." Lord Tywin inclined slightly his head accepting Jaime's gratitude.

When Jaime returns the sword to its scabbard, his Lord father helped him. Jaime still feels clumsy with his left hand. "You'll have to train your left hand." Lord Tywin told him.

"A decent swordman knows how to use both hands."

"You never be as good." Lord Tywin remind him.

But not useless. "No. But as long as I'm better than everyone else, I suppose that doesn't matter."

"You can't fight anymore."

"Where's that written? Ser Arthur Dayne could slain five men with his left and other five with his right. If he could, why can't I?" I will not be a useless man who can't fight.

"Your duty is being the Lord of Casterly Rock. Rule the Rock, not to fight." Tywin told him stern.

"I will not set foot in Casterly Rock until my wife is found."

"I have servants looking for her harder, and nobody has found her. All they told me that Lylian Lannister is de-"

"She must be on hiding! Look harder." He spat angry. Jaime didn't want to hear those words. He still has hopes that his Wild Wolf is alive, hiding somewhere. "Lylian is clever and a good swordsman. She may already know who planned all this plot against her mother, brother, and her. The Freys are hunting her too."

"I will make sure she's not get killed, and the ones who hurt your wife will pay for hurting her." Lord Tywin assured.

"I will be the one who pay the debts against the men who tried to kill her."

Jaime wanted the heads of those Freys who hurt Lylian so badly. He wanted them to suffer the worst of the worst. The Seven Hells would be a child's playground compared to what Jaime had in mind. But first, he needed to learn how to fight with his left hand.

"I understand your fury, but we need the Freys for now. Once they take Riverrun, you can fulfill your vengeance." Yes, the Blackfish escaped from The Red Wedding. He was the only survivor in the slaughter, beside Lylian. "You have to wait in Casterly Rock and rule in my stead."

I will not set foot in Casterly Rock until my wife is found, Jaime thought. "No."

"No?" Tywin asked confused.

"No." Jaime insisted.

"I don't believe I ask you a question." Tywin said with his stern tone.

"That's my answer. I will not set foot in Casterly Rock until my wife is found."

Tywin looked at his son severely. "I will keep you informed, if that is satisfactory to you. Now go, I have to finish my duties."

Jaime grabs his new sword and left his Lord father solar.

Jaime loved that his father gave him a sword, even though it was made from Ned Stark's sword, which now was Lylian's sword. She will be furious when she finds out, but I'm going to take care of the sword for her, is her sword not mine.

He looks at his stump covered with a piece of red silk, and grimaced. I must do something about that. If the late Ser Jacelyn Bywater could wear an iron hand, I should have a gold one. Lylian might like that. A golden hand to stroke her dark hair, and hold her hard against me. His hand could wait, though. There were still things to tend.

A fortnight has passed, and Jaime felt like a stranger. People found it hard to recognize him, and only a few knew who he was. His new appearance was to blame. His hair was now short and slightly bristly, though some hairs were starting to turn grey. His face was free of his beard, but it was still thin and hollow, with scars and lines on his forehead, eyes, and cheeks that made him look older. His clothing also fit badly, hanging loose on him. Jaime was no longer the Lion of Lannister. He was another unknown person.

Once he arrived to his bedchambers, Jaime kept the Valyrian sword in a safe place and then call one of his servants.

"Where is Lady Sansa?" Jaime asked.

"Some people have seen her praying at the Godswood, Ser Jaime."

"Could you look for Brienne of Tarth?"

The servant nodded and left his bedchamber.

One of the first things he did after his stump was completely healed and his fevers ended, was having a word with Loras Tyrell. Jaime hated speaking with him, all his presence was annoying; he has the same age as Lylian, good-looking, skilled knight and courteous, however is short-tempered and impetuous. The boy is me, with his arrogance and empty chivalry, Jaime realized.

It was hard to convince Loras Tyrell of Brienne's innocence, but finally Loras accepted to speak with Brienne.

"Ask her." Jaime came to a decision. "Go to her cell. Ask your questions and hear her answers. If you are still convinced that she murdered Lord Renly, I will see that she answers for it. The choice will be yours. Accuse her, or release her. All I ask is that you judge her fairly, on your honor as a knight."

Ser Loras stood. "I shall. On my honor."

"We are done, then."

Days passed and Loras become more accepting of her innocence in the death of Renly, giving the order to release her. As for Jaime, once he heard the news, he makes sure that Brienne has all the comforts.

When Brienne arrived, Jaime was sitting alone in his desk, seeing his wife's drawings and songs she wrote. "You wish to see me, Ser Jaime?"

Jaime returned to one of his wife's drawings to the drawers of his desk. "Yes, Lady Brienne." She looked as ugly and awkward as ever, Jaime noticed. Someone had dressed her in woman's clothes again. But this dress fit much better than that hideous pink rag she wore at Harrenhal. "Blue is a good color on you, my lady," Jaime observed. "It goes well with your eyes." She does have astonishing eyes.

Brienne glanced down at herself, flustered. "Septa Donyse padded out the bodice, to give it that shape. She said you sent her to me." She lingered by the door, as if she meant to flee at any second. "You look..."

"Different?" He managed a half-smile. "More meat on the ribs and fewer lice in my hair, that's all. The stump's the same. Walk with me." Jaime gave his arm to her.

As if his arm was going to bite her, Brienne grab his arm and Jaime led her to the Godswood.

"Where are we going?" Brienne asked.

"To the reason of our vow."

Luckily, when both arrived to the Godswood, Sansa Stark, now Lannister, was there praying in silence. "Look." Jaime pointed at his sister-in-law to Brienne from afar.

Brienne look where Jaime was pointing at, her eyes opened like plates. "There she is."

"Yes, there she is."

"You made a promise." Brienne remarked.

I know I made a promise, but is useless now. "Return the Stark girls to their mother, who now is dead."

"To keep them safe."

"Well, Arya Stark hasn't been seen since his father was killed. Where do you think she is? Possibly she's dead already. There's safety in death, wouldn't say? And Sansa Stark is now Sansa Lannister. A bit of a complication."

"Complications doesn't release you from a vow."

"What do you want me to do? Kidnap my sister-in-law? And taking where? To The North? Where should be safe than here?" Jaime asked her exasperated.

Brienne look at him sternly. "Look at me in the eye and tell me if you think she would be safe in King's Landing."

She wouldn't be safe here, nor in any place in Westeros. She is one of the heirs of Winterfell, her claim is too valuable. "Don't be a miserable pain in my ass. I have another worry, to find my wife. And my wife has the same importance as her sisters. I leave on you where would be the safest place for my sister-in-law, but take into account that my father is the Hand of the King, and her husband will look for her." Jaime argued before leaving her there alone with Sansa Lannister.

While he was walking through the garden, he was thinking on paying a visit to Tyrion. But then, he remembered that his little brother was now the Master of Coin, and he is married with Sansa. Tyrion is busy with his duties.

While Jaime was thinking on training his left hand to fight, his feet took him to Lylian's favorite place. He was in the balcony with the view of the Blackwater Bay.

Jaime stood there, seeing the infinite ocean in front of him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, filling his lungs with that salty smell of the ocean.

The smell reminds him of Lylian. He saw his wife smiling at him. Scolding at him. Kissing him. Concentrated while she was reading something or drawing. Mounting him while she was moaning…

He lost his firstborn, their first child together. And now, his wife is missing. I need to look for her. But then his thoughts turn to his missing hand. Will Lylian accept me without a hand? Without my sword hand I can't look and protect her. Where are you Lylian?

When Jaime took a deep breath and closed his eyes again to enjoy the smell of the sea, he heard Lylian's voice singing in his head. In the distance, he also heard a strange sound with a man's voice, but the voice of his Wild Wolf was still strong and clear.

…We come from the land of the ice and snow, from the midnight sun where the hot springs flooow… The hammer of the gods… W'ell drive our ships to new lands…To fight the horde, and sing and cry… Valhalla, I am coming…

Jaime was confused by what he was hearing. When Lylian stopped singing, another strange sound filled Jaime's head. The sound was familiar to him, but he couldn't identify it. Suddenly, the sound stopped. "I'm not ready for that." Jaime heard Lylian say in a low voice. In all of a sudden, the image of the same blonde woman with blue eyes appeared in his head...

Jaime opened his eyes, surprised for what he saw. That blonde woman… She has the same voice as Lylian… Why is she in my mind? Who's she?