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He reached Saphira, hidden behind some trees with Maudria standing guard. When he reached his partner, he saw that both men had been bound and were currently asleep, something that was without a doubt Maudria's doing.
"He was being protected by the other, I didn't want to kill him" offered Maudria as an explanation of the presence of another man next to Jamie Lannister.
Eragon nodded, not surprised by the presence of the two men. But his eyes were on who he assumed was Tyrion's older brother.
Everything about him expressed wealth. He wore a rich armor, with golden plates and a nice deep red colour. Eragon also noticed a golden hand which surprised him. He had known that Jamie was a good swordsman but he didn't know he had a missing hand. Usually, the loss of a hand was synonym of retirement or death for a knight. To build a reputation with a such a handicap was a testimony to his skills.
The man next to him couldn't be more different. His clothes lacked the richness from the Lannister but looked fitting. His sword wasn't overly decorated. It was a long and thin blade. Maudria had found several daggers, which were laying next to him. All were of the same style, simple but efficient weapons. He didn't know who this man was but he looked different from the regular Lannister soldier. And once again, he was caught in the middle of the Westerosi politics, with the life of two people laying in his hand. The night would be long and full of discussions, that was now a guarantee.
After his latest discussion with Daenerys, which had ended with cutting arguments, Eragon had preferred to remain at a safe distance from the camp. Maudria has found a quiet place to settle and had brought Jamie and the other prisoner with him. Eragon and Saphira stood a hundred feet away from him, where they would have some privacy and time to discuss without being too much bothered.
But it seemed that even Saphira's presence wasn't enough to guarantee Eragon some tranquillity and once more, he had to supress a groan. The day had been tiring enough as it was and he didn't want to deal with more problems.
They saw a lone figure walking in their direction before stopping at a safe distance. Even though he stood at a very reasonable distance, Eragon and Saphira didn't have any trouble to recognize Tyrion Lannister, waiting to be invited;
Saphira merely chuckled "It's the small man, let him, he's funny".
"Should I remind you that everyone is a small man for you Saphira," replied Eragon's amused. But as Saphira had pointed out, Tyrion Lannister had indeed come to talk and was asking their permission to come closer, which Eragon quickly gave.
Seconds later, Daenerys' Hand was with them. Instead of the usual looks of fear Saphira produced, Tyrion's eyes were filled with his excitement at being so close once again of a dragon. Their previous encounters had completely removed the few fears he had concerning Saphira.
"Evening Eragon, Saphira" started Tyrion
Quickly, they replied though Eragon spoke for Saphira who didn't want to invade Tyrion's mind. But he knew she appreciated the small gesture nevertheless, that many would forget.
They quickly discussed today's events and the logistic involved but Eragon felt that this wasn't the purpose of Tyrion's visit. He could feel the tension in his small shoulders and his voice lacked his usual carelessness.
"Daenerys certainly made a few enemies today," started Tyrion;
The crux of the problem was finally open. The reason of Tyrion's visit had been plain to see, both of them knew it. But still, it had taken him a few minutes to approach the subject and to open up.
"You expected to conquer Westeros with friends on all sides?" asked Eragon with some sarcasm.
"Of course not. But I never expected this" he finished, making a wide gesture with his right arm to show the ash-covered plain.
Eragon didn't comment, remembering the Burning Plains. Today, a few hundred men had died here, burnt alive by Drogon or cut down by the Dothrakis. The day they faced Thorn for the first time, thousands had died. Saphira and Eragon had fought during hours, killing hundreds just by the two of them. It was also the day Hrothgar had died, killed by Murthag.
It was truly impossible for him to compare this day to today's fighting. So Eragon decided to remain silent and to let Tyrion talk.
"I believe in her and I believe in her ideas. But sometimes, it feels like my task is to extinguish fires lit up by both my sister and the queen I serve."
"Can you not help her to see reason?"
"Do you always manage to win arguments with Saphira?" retorqued Tyrion which made Saphira grumble. "Sorry, didn't mean to say that" added Tyrion hastily, understand what he had just said.
But Eragon, instead of being angry was now laughing. "If only you knew half of it. She wasn't threatening, she was just laughing. Dragons can be incredibly stubborn, especially this one" finished Eragon while patting Saphira's side.
Truly, the dwarf was a breath of fresh air for Eragon and Saphira. Few would have dared to say anything like this to Saphira. And Eragon understood the predicament he was in.
He saw Tyrion's look and quickly shifted to offer a small place next to him and with a wave, invited him. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but it didn't take Tyrion more than a few seconds to make up his mind and to come next to Saphira's warm paw and to tentatively put a hand on her side.
For a while, nothing broke the silence except for Saphira's low and deep breathing.
"Thank you Eragon. For this, and for your help with Daenerys. I know you only seek to help her relation with her dragons and that you don't want to take a side with the throne but still thank you. It's been difficult for me, especially since my brother was on the battlefield today, but on the opposite side. I saw him, trying to led the men before trying to …" whispered Tyrion lost in his thoughts. He snapped out of his stupor and quickly added "Never mind He probably made it though."
Tyrion didn't see it but Eragon suddenly felt more uncomfortable. Tyrion's brother had indeed survived the battle but hadn't escaped properly like he believed. Instead, the knight was only a hundred feet away, under Maudria's watchful guard, bound and silenced, with Tyrion being none the wiser.
Lost in his thoughts, Tyrion pulled his wine sack to take a few more gulps, before turning to offer it to Eragon. He saw no point to refuse and accepted before taking a few gulps himself. This was certainly better than anything he had experienced at the Wall. It seemed that Tyrion took great pride to always have good wine close to him, as he had noticed that the wine present in Dragonstone had also been sensibly better than in Winterfell.
As he made a gesture to give the pouch back, Saphira started to grumble, making Tyrion jump in fright.
"Don't you dare forget me Eragon, it's been months since I've had anything noticeably tasteful" threatened Saphira.
Meanwhile, Eragon looked apoplectically at Tyrion, knowing how hard it would be to deny Saphira now.
"Saphira would like to have a taste, if that's possible," translated Eragon. He hoped he would agree, because he didn't know how she would react to a negative answer. He didn't need another political disaster, caused by a sack of wine.
Still stunned, Tyrion could only nod and watch as Eragon got close to her jaw, where she lazily rolled out her tongue. With a laugh, he simply poured the remaining of the wine to Saphira.
She purred happily. "There wasn't much in there," she concluded sadly. "It was good though. Not dwarf level but certainly better than the piss we've been served in the forever-cold-frozen lands".
With a mental shrug, Eragon went back to Tyrion. Still in a daze, he took back his pouch.
"So, your dragon likes my wine," he concluded with a dejected tone eying his now empty bag.
And Eragon simply laughed.
The next morning wasn't as cheerful. His wards protected him from most of the smell but he couldn't miss the charred corpse littering the field. The Dothrakis had started to gather them, or at least, what remained of them while Eragon, Saphira, Maudria and the Eldunaris had been discussing the next course of actions.
Tyrion had left Eragon and Saphira late at night, to reach his personal place, with the promise to see them in a formal setting with Daenerys around.
He'd have to deal with Jamie Lannister rather sooner than later. The first point, and probably the most delicate one, would be to find the right approach between the executioner and the counsellor.
"Remember Sloan" said Saphira gently
"You don't have to remind me of this, I remember perfectly well the mess it created. Crossing Alagaësia by foot, alone and taking a decision without Islanzadi 's approval," grumbled Eragon. "But still, I've never regretted my action. I knew, just like I know now, that it was the right thing to do."
"But the situation is infinitely different here "advertised Umaroth who had learnt about this incident during their trip from Alagaësia to Westeros. "This is not a random butcher from a small town. Your hostage is the brother of the current queen, brother of Daenerys's advisor, allegedly a skilled swordsman, coming from the richest family and finally, the murderer of Daenerys's father, in an act that gave him the name Oathbreaker."
"I know, but we can't sit idle when a war is brewing North and that two factions are pushing for a throne. What do you think I should do?" enquired Eragon.
"This is not a situation we can dictate. You're meant to be the leader of the Cast soon, and as such, will have to take difficult decisions. We will gladly assist you but the decision is yours to take," explained Umaroth wisely.
He went silent for a few seconds and rose from his position, close to Saphira's side, slowly stretching his limbs and started walking. He passed by a few Dothrakis. They were tending their horses, gathering corpses and some were still sleeping, in the open, under thick layers of fur. Some offered him a node or acknowledged his presence by a small gesture that he would mindlessly return.
Without him noticing, his feet brought him close to where Maudria stood. The elf was there to welcome him. The two prisoners were still there, bound, asleep and hidden from the rest of the world.
He noticed their breathing, even.
Without a movement of doubt, Eragon dived into Jamie Lannister's mind, to understand the man he was. This would be his path of action. Just like with Sloan, he needed to understand the man Jaime Lannister was. Eragon softly started to navigate through his memories, as gently as possible. Jamie might remember some of this but would probably consider it as a dream.
He saw parts of his childhood, his harsh but very rich education, the bond he shared with his twin Cersei and his deep affection for Tyrion. The important aspects were easy to spot, in his completely open mind.
But the more he explored his mind, the more uneasy he felt. His relation with Cersei was turning into something more personal, intimate. Incest was quite frowned upon in Alagaësia but he didn't know in Westeros. The child was becoming a man, a soldier, a knight. However, all the memories seemed to lead to one major event, which was getting closer, but Eragon didn't want to rush. The consequences could be terrible for Jaime's mind, and he wanted to remain caution and quiet with his observations, to understand as much as possible, to understand to the best of his knowledge the current situation. As Umaroth had pointed out, he had probably picked the worst candidate to be his prisoner. But he was getting closer to the memory. He had never felt such a process. Jaime Lannister's mind was a funnel, with one memory being at the end of it.
The scene was set in stone in the Lannister's mind. Eragon had never seen such precision on an old memory coming from a human's mind.
He saw a man, deranged, standing on a chair made of swords. It was quite stylish. But he quickly understood that this man, was Daenerys' father, the Mad King, when he saw Jaime bowing with his white cape. Absently, he tried to find some common points with Daenerys, but except for the eyes, nothing stood obviously.
Two other people were in the room. They were whispering but he was able to hear a few of their words, from Jaime's point of view: "war", "fire", "Lannister", "Baratheon", "dead" … One of them wore the distinctive pin Tyrion currently wore.
From what he had heard and read; he was probably looking at the end of his reign. There was a feeling of doom in the atmosphere and no light penetrated the imposing room except for a few candles.
The atmosphere of the room shifted. The King had awoken from his daze and his crazy eyes were looking all around the room.
He was spluttering, loosing himself in his speech. Eragon suddenly understood why people still called him the Mad King. But the King had readied himself and was now ordering the two men in the room: "Burn them all" was shouted, as a mantra, stronger and stronger.
In a half daze, forgetting that he was in a memory, he watched as Jaime took a few steps, drawing his sword, killing the Hand of the King, the men standing next to him, before turning and taking a few steps to stab the King, powerless to stop him.
He suddenly felt the uneasy inside Jaime's mind. The prisoner had awoken, probably troubled by the memories Eragon was watching. He quickly decided to leave his mind.
The first thought that crossed Eragon was that he had met another Kingslayer. The second was that he had definitely the biggest magnet for troubles.
The situation had turned out of control. This prisoner wasn't just the brother of Tyrion and of the current queen. He was also the one who had killed Daenerys' father in cold blood, a king he had sworn to protect, a king completely mad.
"This is getting too much" whispered Eragon to Saphira
"Don't worry little one, I'm always here for you" soothed Saphira, sending a wave of comfort through their bond.
His initial panic was slowly buried under waves of trust and calm offered by Saphira.
"Thank you" offered Eragon, gathering his thoughts.
In the meantime, Jaime had awoken and was trying to free himself from his bounds, to no avail. His eyes kept looking around to understand his predicament but he was tightly bound. They wanted to avoid using too much magic, to hide their true potential. They could see the panic rising in his eyes as he became aware of his situation.
As silently as he had arrived, he left, without uttering a word. He felt bad leaving Jaime Lannister awake, in panic, without any assistance but he knew what had to be done and he would have to prepare for it. On his way back, he found more people awake, working around, walking. The army would leave soon so Eragon didn't have much time.
He was still trying to process Jaime's gesture. He had seen part of the explanation. But he had been a boy at that time, barely sixteen. And the whole country still called him Oathbreaker or Kingslayer twenty years later. War certainly was messy and destroyed countless lives.
He found back his position close to Saphira. He started to prepare her, letting his hands focus on the small tasks needed to set her saddle, while preparing for the difficult discussion laying ahead of him. Saphira was there, helping him, his rock to face what the future held for them.
Finally, after a few minutes, he was done and started to make his way towards Daenerys' tent. It was in the middle of the camp, protected by a small dozen of guards. He heard her discussing inside, with Tyrion and winced. The discussion would be complicated with both their presence, for different reasons though.
When he tried to go through, he was stopped by one Dothraki, placing his curved weapon on Eragon's chest. He could feel the pressure exerted by the blade on his tunic. More than the gesture, it was the intention behind that caught Eragon's attention. He wasn't free to meet the Daenerys at his leisure. It was a small show of power. Remaining calm, he asked permission to meet her, not overly bothered by this settle back.
A few seconds later, he was granted entrance and was led into her fairly simple tent. As expected, Daenerys and Tyrion were already inside and seemed to have stopped in the middle of their discussion. The atmosphere wasn't as open as it had once been in Dragonstone but it was nowhere yesterday's level. However, he knew it wouldn't last long.
He greeted both of them. He noticed that Daenerys' welcome was quite formal and very cold, while Tyrion also looked more open. He noticed the smile the dwarf had for him.
This would only complicate the discussion more, but he knew that this had to be done.
He was exhausted and barely took the time to properly greet them.
"I'm not here to apologise for my actions yesterday. We will certainly have more time to discuss it another time, with cool heads. But I found out something yesterday that I feel I need to share with you" explained Eragon.
"Should I leave you now?" asked Tyrion to Daenerys.
She didn't answer but looked directly at Eragon, lifting a single eyebrow. He noticed her eyes, the exact same purple than he had seen on the Mad King's face. He could hear the shouts, fresh in his mind, and couldn't help but remember her previous decision, to burn the Tarlys.
"I think it would be better if you were to stay," answered Eragon.
She nodded and kept looking at him in the eyes.
"What do you want to talk about Eragon?" demanded Daenerys
"I think it would be better if I were to directly show you".
And without letting them the time, he turned on his heels and quickly left the tent. Maudria stood close to it, with Jaime bound next to him. He was glaring at Eragon but he didn't care. Quickly thanking the elf, Eragon took the man to bring him back inside the tent he had just left.
The whole room seemed to freeze when he entered. Tyrion had his eyes wide, trying to understand why his brothers was here. Daenerys looked curious, not sure who the man was. And Jaime's smirk dropped at the sight of his brother and of Daenerys. Clearly, he hadn't expected to see them, which suited Eragon just fine.
"Jaime!" blurted Tyrion, unable to stop himself.
Daenerys's face immediately morphed at the sight of the Kingslayer. Her face froze and her eyes looked more murderous than ever.
"As you may have gathered, this is Jaime Lannister." started Eragon
"Very well. When did you find him?" did Daenerys reply in a very cold and detached tone.
"We found him yesterday after the battle" started Eragon, before being interrupted by Tyrion who whispered painlessly, betrayal etched on his face "You knew! You knew and you didn't tell me".
"Let Eragon explain. Maybe he could tell us why he didn't see it fit to share this with me yesterday?" enquired Daenerys, emotionless.
Eragon didn't feel the urge to reply. He knew the coming talk would be difficult and long, he saw no reason to lose his time over trivial matters such as the time of his capture and the time it took to bring him to Daenerys. She seemed to understand she wouldn't be getting an answer and instead turned to face her father's murderer.
Daenerys merely looked at Jaime, who was defiantly returning her gaze.
"Kingslayer". It was a single word, but it contained all the contempt she held for the men standing in front of her.
"Daenerys Targaryen" he replied, curtly.
"Listen you. You're in no position to talk. The only people who know you're alive are inside this tent and Maudria; No one else knows. For the rest of the world, you've died in the battle, burnt alive. There's nothing who proves the contrary, especially for your sister. So, you'd better listen to what we have to say now" whispered Eragon with some anger
"Well, we shall keep him prisoner in Dragonstone's cells, before I decide on what to do with him" explained frostily the young queen.
"I'm sorry Daenerys but I cannot allow you to do that" explained Eragon.
From the corner of his eyes, he saw Tyrion perking up and Jaime widening his eyes.
"Oh. What is your idea this time Eragon Shadeslayer? Another prisoner for the Wall, to fight ice snowmen" whispered Daenerys with some venom in her voice.
"When we arrived in Westeros, we tried our best to avoid getting involved in its politics. Our presence here might prove the contrary, but I want to remain as neutral as possible. If I brought Jaime Lannister here, it was because you deserved to know the truth about your father Daenerys, you, more than anyone else. The second option is the possibility it gives to protect the Wall indeed."
"And yet you did nothing to stop me from making prisoners yesterday"
"Don't mix everything. Yesterday was a battle you won by yourself. I simply told you that killing prisoners with a dragon wasn't the right choice. Now, regarding Jaime Lannister, Maudria was the one who captured him. I know you didn't send any scouts so he would have made it back to Cersei without any trouble if not for us."
"So, you're saying we need to listen to this man. Why?" stated Daenerys.
"Because I think your judgement is clouded, and most importantly, based on uncomplete truths" finished Eragon.
It was at this moment Jaime decided to act and looked at Eragon, his sneer back in place
"And you would know better? You, who comes from an unknown house, who I have never seen and who's thinking dreams of grandeur because he brought the Kingslayer to the Targaryen Queen?" he replied hauntedly.
Tyrion had wanted to interfere but Eragon raised his hand, stopping him and allowing Jaime to keep with his rant.
When he was done, Eragon simply looked at him before whispering in his ear the fated words:
"Burn them all".
The effect was immediate. Jaime immediately blanched and stopped dead in tracks, all his arrogance gone.
"Where did you hear this?" he all but growled.
"It doesn't matter. What you need to know is that I know. And don't think you're the only one. My name is Eragon Kingslayer," concluded Eragon with a serious look.
"What did you say to him Eragon? I've never seen Jaime stopped like this," enquired Tyrion, breaking the small tension between Jaime and Eragon.
Daenerys also had a curious look, but it was Jaime Lannister who answered them, still in a daze, repeating the words Eragon had heard before and whispered moments ago.
Eragon nodded, looking straight into her eyes, unable to stop himself from overlaying the face of her father. Her anger had calmed down, but there was no point denying that moments ago, her eyes had borne the same twinkle of madness than her father the day he had been murdered.
He also saw the look of confusion in their eyes. It seemed Jaime Lannister had told no one the reasons behind his act. And while Eragon had understood part of it, by looking at the memories of the knights, he would like to hear the truth, coming from his voice.
The next minutes, Eragon learnt about the other side of an important event, a side that had been completely overlooked in the wake of the victory. In a very monotonous tone, Jaime started to explain the atmosphere inside the Red Keep, where the Mad King had isolated himself with his hand the days before the end of the Rebellion.
He learnt about the atrocities committed there, and the atrocities planned, his growing obsession with fire and wildfire. Eragon had heard and learnt about this during his studies with Oromis but hadn't expected to find mentions of it in Westeros, and even less huge amount of it, pilled under the capital.
Finally, after some time, Jaime Lannister stopped talking and a heavy silence fell onto the tent.
No one started talking, the only noise being the comments made by the Eldunaris and the Dothrakis outside. It was Daenerys who broke the silence first, but she didn't talk to Jaime. Instead, she was watching Eragon straight in the eyes
"Is this true?" she asked, with uncertainty peeking through her voice.
"As far as I know, he didn't lie. Everything he said is true" replied Eragon. But Tyrion cut him, his eyes betraying the turmoil he was feeling.
"Why did you never tell me? Why didn't you tell anyone? Father, Cersei, you told no one!" he screamed, his frustration and anger apparent.
Daenerys looked just as dejected but Eragon gathered that it was for different reasons. True enough, she spoke quietly, almost to herself.
"My whole life is built on a lie. My conquest, based on a misunderstanding. And my father was a monster"
This was an important reject for the young woman, who stood dejectedly. It was one thing to hear about the cruelty of your father; It was another to hear he had planned to burn a whole city ablaze without a second thought in his madness.
"What about my nephews and my sister though" asked Daenerys suddenly, with emotions. "Are there also some hidden reasons?"
He looked taken aback, not having expected this question. Eragon stood behind, clearly understand there was something deeper that he didn't know.
"Their deaths were … I tried to. I had promised Rhaegar to protect them, both from the outside but also from your father. We tried, but in the end, it wasn't enough. What happened to them is a tragedy" concluded Jaime.
He sounded sincere and truly affected by what had happened all these years ago. They kept exchanging a bit, but the animosity was gone. They were still cold to each other but had kept the discussion civile.
Finally, it was Jaime Lannister who once again broke the silence, by interrupting Eragon in his thoughts.
"If I am to be your prisoner, could I know who you are? I've never seen you around"
"My name is Eragon as you probably gathered. And I travelled, from a distant country called Alagaësia with a few friends and Saphira" shared Eragon
"Saphira? "he replied, his curiosity peaking
"My dragon" replied Eragon
"One day, I swear, I'll teach your tact Eragon. How you managed to survive politics for so long is beyond me. And I'm a dragon" said Saphira, laughing at his predicament.
It seemed she was right since the man had stopped dead in tracks, once more.
"This is a silly joke, right? A way to relax after this heavy discussion. You're not a Targaryen and we would have heard of the presence of another dragon" he said, trying to find traces of amusements in his brother's eyes.
But he couldn't keep up, as Saphira made her presence known by growling softly, which stopped all form of contestation;
He chuckled nervously, trying to ease some his tension.
"You certainly surround yourself with interesting people. And you got your dreams to meet dragons then I suppose' said Jaime directly to his little brother
"I've been around" Tyrion replied cautiously but Eragon and Daenerys could hear the emotion coming from the little man from what he had heard and to be back with his family.
"And I'm supposed to be your prisoner, is that it" asked Jaime
"You don't seem to take it hard?" answered Eragon
"I've been a prisoner for the Stark during months, lost this in the process" he replied casually, lifting his golden hand. "So, I'll take it in stride, knowing there isn't much I can this this point" he replied.
"Well, unfortunately for you, we're going back North, to help the Stark. The good news is that you won't be their prisoner. The army of the dead is rising and we need every man to fight against this foe, including Lannister soldiers. But according to your brother, your sister would need some form of evidence" explained Eragon
Daenerys was eying him intently, since she wasn't aware of his plans for Jaime Lannister and this was the first time, he was sharing them.
"Wait, you're buying this!" Jaime exclaimed "First dragons then this? The army of the dead really? These are children's stories! We would know for sure if such a large army existed, if the legends are to be believed!"
"And so were dragons in Westeros. Jaime, this is serious. We've received numerous missives from the Wall and Jon Snow himself came to Dragonstone, begging to use dragonglass, a resource which, as you must know, has basically no use, that the Northerners will mine in the middle of Winter. I think there is something going on"
"Cersei hasn't shared anything of this with me. But she could have kept this to herself I suppose. And what is my role in this?" Jaime asked after taking a moment to ponder the words of his brother.
"Well, imagine if I were to go with Jon Snow in King's Landing, to request some help from your sister that you just mentioned and who seems to take the threat very seriously. How would she react?" asked Eragon
"She'd dismiss you, maybe execute you if she felt she was losing her time" replied Jaime immediately.
Eragon didn't react on this but he felt Saphira's amusement at the idea of being executed without a second thought. "Let them try, it would be funny to watch at least"
"Well, you understand our predicament. So, we decided to bring some evidence. Imagine the previous situation, but instead of Jon, you're the one who claims this. Maybe you bring a proof forward. How does your sister react?"
"I guess her reaction would be different. More open to listen at least," he replied, cautiously weighting his words.
"So, this is why you're here. Soon, we will go North with Saphira to prepare the defences and find some evidence to show Cersei or you."
"And if I refuse?"
Even Daenerys lifted her eyebrow at his bold statement but Ergon wasn't deterred and merely cracked a smile
"Frankly at this point, you don't have a choice. Either way, you're going. You're surrendered by very capable fighters and dragons who could smell your miles away. If there's nothing, you've just gone to the Wall and got cold and I promise to bring you back South. Otherwise, you see the dead and I promise, you'll be doing everything to help us" concluded Eragon darkly.
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