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Selfishly, he opted to not tell her of his discovery. They continued to talk until they were so close to the land that he needed to tell her so that they could bring the boat in safely.

"Finally!" Cersei exclaimed.

Though he was saddened their talk was to come to an end, he couldn't deny that he was somewhat glad to see land, no matter how small. "It is a sweet sight. I can't wait to finally stretch my legs. And rest."

"Rest? You've been doing nothing but resting this whole time," she complained.

Not wanting to get into another argument he ignored her remark. He had more pressing concerns anyway. He hadn't remembered the small island having this many trees or it seeming so large. He shrugged these things off. It had been over a decade ago that he had last set sight on the island and his memory wasn't the best. After all, he had once mistaken Tarth for Estermont.

Cersei's voice cut through, making him forget such worries. "I am exhausted! I think the only thing that has kept me awake so long has been hearing of your time in the North. Though I still don't know how the Night King was defeated."

"I'll tell you after we eat and rest some." Cersei hadn't been happy to find out that Arya Stark was still alive. She would be equally unhappy to know Arya would be forever known as the hero who killed the Night King. He'd forgotten all about that. It would at least be an easier topic to tell her about than his brief relationship with Brienne.

"I suppose there probably isn't much to tell. He was probably just no match for the dragons," she replied. If she only knew. He was dying to tell her but knew that it probably would put her in a sour mood, so he decided to wait.

The rest of the way was rowed in silence. Finally, they made it to the shore.

As he dragged the dinghy to shore, Cersei walked some distance. He watched as she stretched her legs and glanced around, turning her head in every direction. back towards him, frowning. "This seems bigger than a patch of land. It even has banana plants! Are you sure it's uninhabited?" He secured the dinghy to a nearby tree before turning towards her. "Quite sure. It's not that big. It's not even a tenth of a mile." In truth, he wasn't so sure about that. He was starting to seriously doubt that this was the small island he had found so many years ago. He decided it best not to voice his concerns, telling himself there was no need to worry her. In truth, he didn't want to face her wrath.

"Well, it seems much larger. Will they all be this big?"

"The next two are far smaller, and the final one just a bit smaller."

"That's a lot of islands to stop at. There has to be an easier way. I do not think I can row for days and days like this. Perhaps we could make our way to Sharp Point and steal a sailboat."

He didn't get a chance to protest or argue that point before she continued. "What time do you think it is? It seemed the sun came up quite a while ago and I've had to go several times since then. And now I do again."

"I think it is probably around two, or perhaps three in the afternoon."

"Well, you had better be right about this place being uninhabited." Quickly she removed her small clothes and headed behind some trees. "I will be right back."

Cersei had looked rather embarrassed and he realized that this must be even more difficult for her than he imagined. She had certainly never had to piss in a water jug before or squat down in between trees to do so. Well, maybe as a young girl when they'd been on the shore of Casterly Rock, but that had been her choice. He, however, had been on plenty of rough trips. Most notably his travel in chains with Brienne, and his ill-fated trip to Dorne. Both trips had happened so many years ago, yet both were still painfully fresh in his mind. Cersei, however, was used to comfort and ease. This was new for her and she was pregnant to boot. She must certainly be having an even harder time than she was letting on.

Suddenly a blood-curdling scream knocked him out of his thoughts. Cersei! He unsheathed his sword and rushed in the direction of the scream.

When he found her, she was standing and looking up at a tree. "He couldn't see a sign of any life other than the two of them. "Cersei. Why did you scream?"

"Someone attacked me."

"I don't see anybody here."

"They were in the tree, throwing bananas at me."

"In the tree? Did you actually see somebody?" he asked amused, clearly not believing her.

"No. But I heard laughter and a bunch of bananas are on the ground around me as you can see, one even hit me in the head!"

"They are probably just naturally falling from the trees. You are under a banana tree after all. As for the laughter, I think you're just tired and hearing things. We've been awake for nearly twenty hours now, after all, and you are pregnant. You must surely be exhausted."

"I am tired but I am not seeing things! There is definitely somebody here. And furthermore, that's not a banana tree. Bananas don't even grow on trees!"

"Well, fine, call it a banana plant then. You clearly must be under one or you wouldn't have gotten hit with bananas."

"Banana plants don't have branches. That is a tree, dearest brother."

He sighed in frustration. He couldn't remember what he had been taught about banana fruits but surely she had to be wrong. "If somebody were here then tell me, sweet sister, why don't I see or hear them?"

"Perhaps because you're the blindest and deafest Lannister as well as being the stupidest?" she suggested angrily.

"Or perhaps you're just completely mad," he huffed, walking away.

"Wait! I still have to-"

"And what do you want me to do; hold your hand and say good girl as you go?" he asked in frustration.

"Guard me as you are meant to. You still have Widow's Wail. You can attack whomever it is."

"There is nobody here!" he replied, frustrated. "But fine."

"Turn around," she instructed.

"How shall I defend you if I cannot even see you?"

"I...ugh fine." With that Cersei squatted down and took her piss as he kept watch. Even though the two had shared many things, this was certainly a first for both of them.

She finished and adjusted her dress. He smirked at her. "See. Nothing happened. I told you there was nobody here." No sooner than the words came out of his mouth he was hit by not one, not two, but three bananas in a row.

"Ow!" he yelled. Cersei turned to look at him just in time to see one last banana hit him in the head. "See, I told you!" she exclaimed triumphantly.

"Maybe they are just falling," he suggested.

"How stupid can you be? As I've mentioned, that isn't even a banana plant!" she protested, just as a banana hit her in the face. It was followed by laughter coming from the trees.

"Did you hear that?" she asked.

"I...what...Cersei, look!"

They watched as a monkey carrying bananas darted in and out of the branches above.

"I told you!" Cersei said.

"It's just a monkey. You've probably upset its home."

"Just a monkey? You assured me the island was uninhabited. That was supposed to mean animals too," she said.

"I didn't know. I was certain it was. Somebody must have brought it here," he lied.

"Or they were always here. And look, there's more!" she stated, noticing and pointing to a group of monkeys relaxing in a tree further away. "You sent us to monkey island!"

"Is that really an island? I've not heard of it."

"No, you fool! I'm telling you that you sent us to a place filled with monkeys!"

"Would you rather still be rowing? Look, they are small, and won't be of any harm to us. They are An annoyance, yes, but let's just ignore them."

"Fine. But if they keep bothering me, then I will expect you to do something!"

"What would you have me do? Look, let's just get closer to shore and hope they won't bother us there."

"Fine." With that, the two walked in silence and were soon back at the shore.

Cersei broke the silence first. "I am just as hungry as I am tired. I do hope you plan to catch us some fish before we sleep."

"I'll do my best, but you do realize a fire would attract too much attention?"

"What are you saying, that we shouldn't build one?"

"Of course we shouldn't. We don't want to risk being spotted if Daenerys flies over. Which I do think is unlikely, but possible."

"How am I to eat then?" she asked.

"Many fish can be eaten raw."

"I don't like raw fish! Euron tried to get me to eat that garbage and I nearly vomited all over him! You cannot seriously expect me to eat whatever is swimming in the filth of Blackwater Bay raw!"

"We've no choice. Why were you trying raw fish with Euron?"

"It's apparently an Iron Island delicacy. Qyburn later informed me that it is ill-advised for a pregnant woman to eat any raw fish."

"I've not heard such a thing."

"Qyburn told me it was. Do you dare question his knowledge?" As she spoke his name, her voice broke and he could surmise that something awful must have happened to Qyburn. Other than Euron, he hadn't given much thought to Cersei's allies. He had simply figured Qyburn must have gotten crushed in the rubble, but he realized now how odd it was that he wasn't with Cersei when she died. Neither, come to think of it, had Ser Gregor been with her. He decided he would wait to ask her about it as he didn't want her to get even more upset.

He reconciled that it wouldn't be too much of a risk if they only kept the fire running while they ate. It would ease Cersei's comfort albeit a little. Besides, raw fish was rather nauseating, and in their situation, he needed to make sure she didn't lose any fluids. "I'll make a fire as soon as I catch something, but we must put it out after we eat."

She sighed in relief, "Good."

"Or perhaps you could start the fire while I go catch some fish?" he suggested. As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized what a stupid suggestion it was.

"Me? I don't know the first thing about doing such. You can thank father for that. He never thought I should learn that particular skill. So I suppose you are useful after all."

"I can teach you sometime. I'll be back as soon as possible with some fish. I'll be sure to strip down first so I don't soak my clothes."

Cersei watched as he walked a bit of a distance away. He stripped naked and Cersei took in the sight of her brother's naked body for the first time in many months. There were scars she hadn't noticed, scars from the battle, she assumed. She realized she still didn't know why the scar on his side had been bleeding when he came to her. Had somebody in the city figured out who he was and attacked him? The scar was healed now, so she supposed it mattered not who had caused it, but she was a bit curious. She supposed she would ask him about it, either while they ate or tomorrow.

Even with his new scars, and in spite of his beard, she thought he looked quite handsome. He looked toned, perhaps even more so then he had as a youth fresh in the Kingsguard. He'd clearly been very active training and fighting the undead, and his physique showed it. If she weren't so hungry, tired, and concerned for the baby she had still not felt kick, she would have jumped his bones right then.

As Jaime set up the net he pondered why this island seemed different than the one he had traveled to many years prior. There had been no banana trees, or banana plants, as Cersei called them, on the Island he had remembered. There had certainly not been any monkeys. He was now absolutely certain this was not the small island he had found all those years ago. This meant that they were likely further south on course than he had thought.

He watched as the net slowly caught fish, thankful that Tyrion had given him a casting net rather than a pole. He'd not used a fishing pole since losing his sword hand all those years ago, and he wasn't sure he would be able to. With the net, it was more down to luck. It may perhaps take longer but he'd be at least able to work it one-handed, albeit with some minor difficulty.

Once he caught what he felt was enough fish, he secured the net and brought them back to shore. He got dressed and glanced Cersei's way to see if she was watching him dress. She was not. She was laying down and seemed to be asleep. In spite of their current situation, she looked at peace. The sun shone brightly on her hair and the maid's dress she was wearing blew lightly in the wind. He remembered a time long ago when she had come dressed to him in similar garb. The night she had first given herself to him. Even now it brought a smile to his face. Just like the wine she still loved, a habit which he planned to stop, she had only gotten better with age. He wanted to wake her with kisses, but then he remembered everything that had transpired these past few months and forced himself to get to work building the fire.

He soon gathered two sticks to build a fire and immediately set to task. He was having great difficulty. He realized now that he hadn't done this since losing his hand. He couldn't seem to get the needed friction without holding both sticks.

The noise he was making must have awoken Cersei because the next thing he knew she was rubbing her eyes and asking him what he was doing.

"Trying to build a fire."

"Perhaps once you succeed we could keep it going all night? That dragon bitch is probably plenty busy enjoying the Iron Throne and watching everybody quake in fear. I doubt she will look for us," she suggested.

"It's not that cold out, so not worth the risk. Daenerys isn't all we have to worry about. Anybody could pass by on a boat or ship and spot us and we don't want any trouble."

"I guess you're right. At least winter doesn't seem so bad."

"Winter hasn't fully hit yet, remember what I told you before?"

"That it hits North first."

"Yes. That goes for Essos too from what Sam told me. Braavos will be just as cold as Castle Black, but there's still time till it hits Pentos and yet longer till it hits the other cities.

Some time passed and he still wasn't having any success starting the fire. He felt useless. Cersei had rowed them all the way here and now he couldn't even build a fire for them. He'd failed her. There was only one possible solution. "Cersei...I...I need your help."

She looked at him, confused. "With what?

"Building the fire."

"Haven't you made many fires?"

"Not since..." He lifted his stump up.

Realization dawned on her. "I haven't the first clue what to do, but I suppose I can try if you tell me."

"I just need you to hold this for me. Hold it tight and then when we get a spark..." he explained the rest to her, giving her one of the sticks.

It took over an hour, but working together they managed to make a fire. He immediately set to work cooking the fish. When it was done he made sure to only take two, letting Cersei have the rest if she wanted.

"I've never had fish that tasted so bland before," she remarked after a few bites.

"Well, we don't exactly have spices here."

The two ate the remainder of the meal in silence, he having two fish, and she three. She declined a third helping and, given her complaints, he was surprised she'd even had seconds. Clearly, she had been very hungry.

Finally, they were both finished, and they each took turns washing their food down with some of the water they had.

No sooner had that finished than Cersei broke the silence. "There's still some hours till sunset but I'm so tired. I'm going to try to sleep again on this uncomfortable ground."

"I can go get the sack Tyrion packed our food in. You can use it as a pillow."

"Bring the food here too. Assuming those stupid monkeys haven't stolen it. And Jaime..."

He turned to look at her.

"Thank you for dinner," she said.

"Thank you for rowing us here. I wish I could have helped." he turned and went to retrieve the stuff.

As Jaime walked away, Cersei went to go pee again. Once again, a monkey threw bananas at her. She would've ordered Jaime to run the little beast through with a sword if it hadn't been up high up in a tree. Since that wasn't possible, she decided to gather up all the bananas the monkey had thrown at her. She gathered bananas thrown then and earlier, plus some additional ones. Her shoulders and back ached from her earlier rowing but she would be damned if that monkey got the better of her. Unlike the ones on the plants, many of these bananas looked to be at almost perfect ripeness to eat. That stupid monkey must have been saving them until they ripened. Well, too bad, they were hers now and he would get no chance to retrieve them. She felt triumphant as she carried them back with her to where Jaime was now waiting for her.

"Why are you carrying a boatload's worth of bananas?" he asked, confused.

"I figure they will make a nice side for breakfast tomorrow. And I need to have one now to get the taste of that terrible herring out of my mouth," she said, setting them down nearby.

"I...well alright I guess. It seems a bit much but I suppose we could take some with us."

As he ate her banana, Jaime nervously brought up the matter of how they would keep warm with no fire. "We should cuddle. I mean because it's a bit chilly and we have no fire. It will help us to keep warm."

"Cuddle. How cute. I was really hoping you'd change your mind and keep the fire burning, but fine," she replied.

The two went to bed, side by side, facing each other. This time their legs were intertwined as well, and she rested her makeshift pillow next to his chest. Jaime draped his good arm around her as she settled in, which was somewhat new for them. They normally slept holding hands. This, however, would be better for warmth.

After a moment Cersei spoke, "Jaime? You still awake?"

"Hmm yes?"

"The baby still hasn't moved."

"Tommen was a still baby too. I'm sure he or she is fine."

"But the baby probably died when I did and what if the priest only brought us back?" she asked, her voice breaking.

He kissed her tears away as he had done many times before. He was the only one she ever showed such vulnerability to and this gave her more comfort than any words could. She moved to lay her head on his chest, preferring that over the makeshift pillow. She fell asleep listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

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