A daughter born admits snow with ice in her eyes and fire in her heart
A son born admits flames with fire in his eyes and ice in his heart
The union between the Wolf Lady of the North and the Dragon Prince of the South will forever be remembered as...
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298 AC, The Lannister Camp, Westerlands
There were very few things in the world that Jaime Lannister truly cared about. That he would die for. His children were definitely one of those things and so was his wife. But another person that he cared deeply for was his little brother.
Ever since Tyrion was born he had felt the need to protect his little brother. Both from their sister's wrath and cruelity and their father's cold stares. Tyrion was his baby brother and he would do anything to keep him safe.
So when he had been informed of his brother's abduction by the hands of Catelyn Stark, he had seen red. Attacking his good-brother was a stupid thing to do, he realised that, but so was Catelyn Stark laying a hand on his little brother.
"Summoned to court to answer for the crimes of your bannerman, Gregor Clegane, 'The Mountain.' Arrive within the fortnight or be branded an enemy of the crown," Jaime read the message that his father had received from the capital, "Poor Ned Stark — Brave man, terrible judgement."
Jaime looked up at his father that was sharpening a knife, preparing himself to skin the dead stag that laid on the table in front of him. Having just arrived to his father's camp he expected the scolding of his life.
"Attacking him was stupid," Tywin stated, his back turned to Jaime as he started to skin the deer, "Lannisters — don't act like fools."
Jaime knew his father was right. After all, he knew he had messed up the moment one of the Lannister guard's spear pierced through Ned Stark's leg. His wife was going to kill him for this.
"Are you gonna say something clever?" Tywin said when his son didn't speak, "Go on, say something clever."
Jaime stood there in silence for a few seconds, knowing that there was nothing he could say that would please his father. "Catelyn Stark took my brother."
"Why is he still alive?" Tywin asked, cleaning his hands from the deer's blood.
"Tyrion?"
"Ned Stark."
"You mean except for the fact that he is my wife's brother?" Jaime asked snidely, "One of our men interfered, speared him through the leg before I could finish him."
