My apologies for it being so long since I've updated. Real life has really been kicking my ass lately. Just got over pneumonia too! Didn't even know you could get that in the summer!

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Cersei let herself in first, Jaime trailing behind her as the bell atop the door signaled their entrance.

She glanced around, neither impressed nor unimpressed by the surroundings. They were in a medium-sized room. Paintings of different men lined the walls and to the far left of the room, an old woman sat in a rocking chair knitting in front of the fireplace.

The woman looked up and greeted them. "You must be here to see my son, healer Flaeros. He is on a house call. But I expect he shall be back any moment now."

Cersei plastered a fake smile on her face and agree to wait. Something she would have been content to do in silence, but Jaime had never done well in silence and just had to engage the old woman in a conversation. It wasn't long before Cersei had the misfortune of knowing everything about the men in the portraits on the wall. One had apparently been this woman's husband, and the rest of them her husband's ancestors.

Over an hour later Cersei was saved when a short, clean-shaven, gray-haired man, perhaps a decade older than them, entered. Noticing their presence he greeted them warmly and inquired as to who they were and what they were here to see him for.

Using their fake names, Jaime Introduced them and informed him of Cersei's pregnancy, as well as what had happened to his foot. They settled on a price to be paid after both examinations, and Flaeros led them into another room.

Two chairs occupied the room, along with a large, rectangular table with narrow legs where it seemed the one being examined was meant to sit.

Flaeros addressed Jaime. "I will see to that foot of yours first. I trust you have both seen a healer in recent times?"

Both stated that they had. In truth, of course, neither had ever been to a healer, however, Belonar had before told that they were not much different from maesters. Cersei wondered how Belonar had known they were not native to Essos. She would have to inquire Jaime about it later. If the truth were to become known it would certainly not be good for them. He needed to be more careful.

"Take off your shoe. I will be right with you. I just have to wash up first."

Jaime was sitting on the exam table, barefooted, when Flaeros returned just a few moments later, carrying a small bucket with a rag inside. "What exactly happened here? I know you mentioned you cut it, but how and on what?"

"On a rock, I believe. I-"

"He was drunk and wandered away barefoot," Cersei explained for him.

"I see," He stated, giving Jaime a disapproving look much to his embarrassment and her amusement. "Well, at least he only managed to cut the one. Just let me get a closer look and I'll let you know what sort of treatment if any is required."

He took a few minutes examining Jaime's foot up close."Well, I have some good news and I have some bad news. Which would you like first?"

"The bad news," she answered for Jaime.

Jaime disagreed. "The good news."

"The good news is you won't have a missing foot to go with your missing hand."

"Very funny," replied Jaime, clearly not amused.

"I am sorry for the jest. In truth, the good news is that your cut is not deep enough to require stitches. If it had been just the tiniest bit deeper you may well have needed them. Now as for treatment, I believe I can prevent an infection from happening by cleaning it, then applying and reapplying a simple salve every day underneath the bandage. I can do that now for you and you can return daily. Or I could also sell you some of the salve and instruct you as to how you or your wife can apply and change the bandages for the other days."

"I can do it myself after the initial one," Jaime informed him. "How much is the cost?"

"Wait! What is the bad news?" Cersei asked worriedly.

"His ankle is sprained. It's only a minor sprain, but I would advise minimal walking and plenty of rest for the next week."

"Very well then," replied Jaime.

"I'm afraid that is just not possible. My husband here has many things to do," she said.

"I see. Well if he doesn't rest it will take longer to heal."

"But there will not be any permanent damage, will there?" She asked, concerned.

"I don't believe so. It's only a minor sprain after all."

Flaeros cleaned and bandaged up Jaime's foot, all the while instructing him, how to properly clean it and the correct amount of salve to use.

Meanwhile, Cersei was refraining from rolling her eyes. This healer must see a lot of stupid people if he felt the need to inform on how to clean and dress a wound.

Finally, Flaeros was finished. He turned towards Cersei, "I must wash up again. But please be ready for me when I return."

"Of course,"

"Thank you," stated Jaime.

As soon as Flaeros left Cersei turned towards Jaime, excitement shining in her eyes. "It has been a month now since I've been examined. Qyburn said that it was too early to tell, but that there was a small chance that perhaps I could be carrying twins. Do you think he will be able to tell?"

"I have no idea," replied Jaime in shock. Two babies would be wonderful and certainly make Cersei much happier, but he was worried enough about how they would handle one. He knew nothing of how to be a father, he'd been one for all of a moment before Myrcella had died in his arms, and he'd tried with Tommen but failed there as well. What if he failed this new baby, or babies just as bad?

"Well, I hope it's twins. Qyburn said there was a chance. A chance greater than for most women, because of my age and the fact that I'm a twin."

"Did he say if the chance would be even greater since I'm a twin as well?" Qyburn had known that he was the father, hadn't he? Or had she never intended to tell anybody? He'd remembered that during their talk on the boat, he'd asked if she really intended to tell the world he was the father. She had deflected, accusing him of having been fucking Brienne for years.

"He didn't say, but I would assume so," Cersei replied.

Flaeros returned a few moments later. He asked Jaime if he was sure he wished to be here for the exam, as most men did not.

"I'm not most men. Aye, I'm sure."

"If you're sure. I only request that you remain quiet while I do the exam," He turned his attention towards Cersei. "How far along are you?"

"A bit over six months."

"You do not look it," he replied.

"I carry well and keep fit, unlike most other women."

He said nothing in response. Silently he did his exam. When he was finished he informed her that her baby was doing very well.

Jaime watched as relief flooded Cersei's face. It was, however, was short-lived.

"Though I am rather skeptical that you're six months along. When was your last moonblood?" Flaeros asked.

"About six months ago," Cersei said.

"No spotting or anything of the sort since then either?"

"No." she paused. "Well, yes a little in the first two months of my pregnancy."

"I see. And was this when your moonblood would normally come?"

"I believe so, but it could not have been my moonblood. It was too light a flow and my m...healer had already informed me of my pregnancy by then."

Flaeros looked at Cersei incredulously. "And your healer told you that you were pregnant? How far along did he say?"

"At the time? About two, maybe three weeks along."

"To detect a pregnancy that early is not possible. Who was your healer?"

"Nobody you would know. He was from the south." Well, that much was true, she just had left out that it was the south of Westeros, not Essos.

"I understand not why he would inform you of such a thing. It is simply not possible to be certain that early, especially at your age."

"He was very skilled and had ways to detect such things even that early." Cersei defended, raising her voice in anger towards the end. Jaime figured she was thinking how dare this nobody doubt Qyburns abilities.

"I do not believe you are six months along, but rather closer to four," said Flaeros.

"That is not possible," Cersei argued.

"It is what your size and symptoms indicate."

"You're wrong. My healer had kept me most informed before his untimely death. According to him, I should be six months and one week pregnant now."

"I suppose we will see when the baby comes then, but I am most certain you are a bit less than four months along."

"I am most certainly not! Now, do you have a privy? I must use one."

"Of course. It's the last room down the hall." He turned towards Jaime "I'll go get the salve from my supplies and be waiting in the parlor for my payment. So you're informed, you have the option of paying in installments over a set time period with interest, or all at once."

Once Flaeros left the room Cersei turned towards Jaime. "He was wrong about my pregnancy and we do not need to use some stupid salve that probably does nothing. You will leave with me and ignore any of his demands of payment."

"Of course, there will be a payment. We will not become criminals on our first day in Essos!" He protested.

"I understand. We cannot arouse suspicion," agreed Cersei reluctantly.

He breathed a sigh of relief. He intended to pay the man anyway, but he didn't want Cersei to give him trouble over it.

"I really must use the privy now, but I am trusting you to pay that clearly inexperienced uninformed idiot our first and only installment. We simply will not return for the rest. We'll be long away from Pentos by then, anyway."

With that, Cersei left the room. Alone with his thoughts now, he thought of what the maester, or rather healer, had said. It made sense to him much as he hated to admit it, but he had no time to dwell on the matter as he had to pay Flaeros before Cersei finished in the privy.

He exited the room and paid for both their examinations and his salve. In return, Flaeros handed him both the salve and a week's supply of bandages. Jaime stood, leaning on his good ankle, and waited impatiently for Cersei to return. He couldn't wait to get home, or rather in this case, to an inn. He just wanted to rest and wake up refreshed and think about things. Especially now having heard such news from the healer. The news made him sick to his stomach and he willed himself not to vomit.

Finally, Cersei rejoined him. He said goodbye to Flaeros's mother who was still knitting, and they exited the building.

Cersei was last out the door and in wild fury she slammed it behind her. They began their walk back to the inn in stony silence, this time neither reaching for the other's hand.

"You only paid him the first installment, correct?" Cersei asked after a moment.

"I paid it all. He deserved payment for his time spent examining both of us. And for these bandages and salve which I intend to use."

"But he was incompetent! A clearly inexperienced fool! His salve will probably do nothing for your foot! And worse, he was wrong about how many months pregnant I am!"

Jaime looked her dead in the eye, "I'm not so sure that he is wrong."

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