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Jaime picked a pretty dress. I hope his cover isn't blown yet.

Thank you! I only wish I could draw so I could draw the dress!

"Don't think she did it on purpose but still."

She didn't do it on purpose, they're both just very clueless about these things!

Oh no hope they won't get recognised by some of the other westerosi refugees. Suppose this way they can find out a bit about what happened after they left tho. As long as they're careful about it.

I think I mentioned it before, but at some point, they probably will find out what happened after they left. :)

Chapter as usual beta'd by RhaenaTargaryen

Entering the tavern, Jaime found Cersei's back was turned. He watched as she grabbed a glass of something which he only hoped wasn't wine. Wasting no time, he made his way to her.

He sat down across from her, and she greeted him with only a "Finally," before returning to her drink. He noticed that there were two plates on their table. One of them was empty. The other looked to be mostly full. On it was broccoli, a biscuit, and a pathetically small portion of steak.

"You finished your meal already?" he asked. Not waiting for a reply, he grabbed the fork and loaded a bite of steak onto it, thankful that Cersei had been considerate enough to have cut up the meat for him. He would have been too embarrassed to ask.

Cersei put her glass down and grabbed the fork from the other plate, lightly poking his hand with it.

"Ow! Cer...Saerlena, what the hell?" he exclaimed, nearly forgetting to use her new name due to the intrusion.

"That's mine!" she informed.

"You didn't order for me?"

"I did. But you took too long. You always take too long," she remarked, and he couldn't help feeling as though her complaint wasn't entirely about today.

So that had been why the portion of steak had been so unimpressive. "I need to eat!" he protested.

"Go order another meal, and while you wait for them to bring it you can have the broccoli and the biscuit. This steak is just too good to share."

He defiantly ate the piece of steak he had grabbed before agreeing to do just that. Cersei paused from her meal just long enough to give him the coin for it and inform him to order a piece of apple cake for her.

"Give the clothes here before you leave. I won't risk some thief snatching them off your seat," she said.

Catching sight of the emerald green beside him, Cersei gave him a pleased look. "I see you got my clothes as I asked. I knew you wouldn't disappoint me."

"Of course. Be careful, the underclothes are folded inside of the dress, he replied, handing the clothes to Cersei. With that he took his leave.

—-

He sat down across from her and forced a smile. Now was as good of a time as any to tell her where his heart lie. He just hoped she would be receptive, and apologetic for sending Bronn to kill him.

"I ordered chicken and carrots. And your apple cake, of course. It should be here shortly. I could have brought it myself, but, well you know," he said, gesturing to his missing hand. "So we're paying a little bit extra."

"Chicken. Great choice," she said, sounding disinterested.

He didn't have the heart to tell her that he'd only ordered the chicken because he'd felt too awkward to ask for her help with the steak

"So, how are you feeling? Has the babe kicked lately?" he asked.

She continued to eat, ignoring his question.

"Is the babe alright?" He asked, worried about what her silence meant.

"How should I know? She or he kicked just a while ago, so they are alive, at least," she said.

"That's a relief," he replied. He paused as an awkward silence hung in the air. "So, funny story about the clothes. It turns out you didn't give me enough money, and well, we kind of have to go back there and pay the shopkeeper after we eat."

"Clothes?" She asked in a dangerously low voice.

"Yeah, you know. The shirt and shoes I'm now wearing and the dress next to you?"

In return, he was met only with the sounds of her chewing. When she swallowed and reached for her cider instead of replying to him he could take it no more.

"Are you feeling unwell?" He asked.

"I feel fine, given the circumstances."

"What then?" He prodded.

"What do you mean, what then?"

"Why are you acting like a bitch from the seven hells?" He asked, exasperated.

"You knew her measurements."

"Huh?" He asked, confused.

"The Land manatee."

"How…?"

"How did I know? Do you think word wouldn't have reached me about the glorious set of armor she left King's Landing in?"

He sighed. "Alright, so what does this have to do with anything?" He asked.

She grabbed the dress and shoved it onto the table. "Can you not see that it is at least two sizes too small?"

"You didn't tell me your measurements."

"I trusted that you would know them and you assured me just as much! How could you not know my measurements?"

"I thought I did know them. Are you sure you haven't gained weight?" The words were out of his mouth before he could stop himself.

Cersei gave him a death glare before returning to her meal.

"I…I'm sorry…I didn't mean. You are beautiful, I just, I don't know how I got them wrong."

"Well not only was your trip a waste, but you also said you didn't have enough money to pay. I wonder what sort of interest we will be charged because of your foolishness."

"Hopefully none. He didn't mention anything of the sort."

They ate in silence for a while before Cersei spoke again. "Stuff must cost more here than I'd thought it would. I had no idea on the price. How will we know if we're being cheated or something?" She asked.

"I wish I knew," he replied.

"But you were here before."

"Once for barely a week. I didn't exactly stick around long enough to be buying things."

They continued to eat in silence, both wondering what the other was thinking but too scared to ask. He had finished the green beans and biscuits and Cersei the steak when the rest of the food was brought to them.

With the chatter of the nearby patrons the only noise around them, he attempted to start a conversation by asking Cersei what she thought of Pentos.

"Not impressed. I expected more."

"Well, I think the better part of Pentos is further in. We should be on the west side of Pentos if I'm correct. Perhaps tomorrow we could travel to the east side. We need to look towards the future and where to settle."

"Not anywhere in Pentos. It's too risky."

Yesterday he would have disagreed, but after his talk with Belonar, he was inclined to agree with that assessment. They would have to discuss it more in-depth later. once they both had time to think. He also realized that now was as good a time as any to inform her that Arya Stark had killed the Night King. Now that many from King's Landing had arrived here It wouldn't be long before she found out. It would be better if she heard it from him.

"I am not in the mood for jokes, Jaime," she replied, rolling her eyes. Arya Stark killing the Night king? She couldn't even fight! Could she?

"It's not a joke!"

She searched his face. Damnit, he was serious. "How...how?..." she asked, speechless.

"With her Valyrian steel dagger."

So she could fight? Her anger rose. That hideous cow must have taught her. "But how did she get close enough?"

"I'd have to start at the beginning. It shouldn't take too long to tell though."

"I suppose it should be an interesting story. Did she die during it?" she asked.

"No. I would have mentioned it before if she had. When we were on the dinghy I told you everybody who died "

"I thought you might be omitting some of the deaths."

"Why would I do that?" he asked.

"To save them for a time when I need cheering up?"

He rolled his eyes. "She's never done anything to us. Us to her on the other hand...well..."

"The Starks made themselves our enemies the moment Ned made his intentions to tell Robert clear." She paused before continuing. "Would you change it if you could, threaten Bran into silence instead?" she asked.

"No. It would be too risky that he would have told. I don't relish in the boy's fate. Especially not after what he's become. Will you let me tell the story now?"

"What he's become? A cripple, you mean?"

"No...not that. Would you like me to tell the story? Or would you rather talk about the Stark boy?"

"It's always something with those Starks, isn't it? No. I care not to hear of the boy. Tell me of the war."

She did wonder what Jaime had meant by "what he's become". Had the boy become bitter and resentful? Well, she supposed it made sense. He had lost both his parents and two of his brothers. He must be pretty angry. Well, at least If he decided upon revenge one day he'd have no hope of finding them.

"I suppose I should start from the beginning. When the time came to fight, everybody not fighting went into the crypts. The r-"

She interrupted him, "What?"

"Were you not listening?"

"I was listening but I think I did not hear correctly. Repeat that for me."

"When the time came to fight, everybody not fighting went into the crypts."

She interjected, "So you all decided that the best place to hide from the Night King was a place where dead people are kept?"

"Aye."

"But doesn't he reanimate corpses? Or so I've heard."

"He does. It wasn't Jon's wisest decision."

"It didn't work out too well, did it?" She asked, smirking.

"No, it didn't."

"Such a pity that fool is probably sitting on the Iron Throne right now."

"Daenerys is sitting the throne. Unless somebody killed her," he reminded.

"Well, I hope if somebody did that she met a most painful end."

"We can only hope. Now would you like to hear about the war I actually fought in?" he asked, annoyance obvious in his tone.

"Were you just one soldier among thousands, or did you actually play a major role?" she retorted.

"I...alright. Maybe I was wrong to leave. But I made a vow. If only you would have told me of your plan."

"Do you regret it then? Leaving me."

"In some ways, yes. But I would have never made such promises to help the North if you'd kept me abreast of your plans!"

She marveled at that. Perhaps she should have told him. They were twins, two halves of a whole. They shouldn't have secrets from each other. Then she reminded herself it was because of this very reason that he should have known without her having to tell him. Did he really think her foolish enough to help the North?

As they finished their food, Jaime began to tell her of the final battle. It wasn't long before she knew how those who had fallen had perished. She'd been none too happy that Jorah had died a hero. Varys' manner of death on the other hand, she found quite satisfying. Served him right for his betrayal.

She finished her honey water just as Jaime swallowed his last bite of food. "We should get going. I'd still like to see a maester today."

"Would you like to go there before returning to the shopkeeper?" Jaime asked.

"Of course not. Wearing these clothes for this long has been terrible enough. I'm to assume it won't take us long so let's just head to this shop you mentioned."

With that, they headed out of the tavern and onward to the shop to pay off their debt. Cersei made a note to shop around a bit tomorrow. It would be useful to know what the pricing normally was so that they could be sure not to get cheated. She knew that the crown she had sold had already netted them a huge profit. The jewels she had yet to sell were worth quite a lot as well. However, she feared it would not be enough to afford a house as large as she'd like, or a servant to do the dirty work. She certainly didn't want to have to clean a privy or anything of that nature.

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