The She-Wolf of King's Landing • OC x Tyrion Lannister

Chapter 42: Eye of the Storm

Despite the alliance between the Starks and the Targaryens, there was no love between Sansa and Daenerys. The tension between the two noblewomen was vexing for everyone close to both of them. I acted as a mediator in all but name since I was managing part of the duties in Winterfell, since Sansa and Daenerys placed trust in me. It was about the only thing they could agree on.

Part of these responsibilities included rationing the food for the soldiers. It had been a week and no armies from the Westerlands or King's Landing had marched through our gates. This was alarming, especially considering the fact that our scouts have informed Daenerys that the Army of the Dead was only a few days away from Winterfell. Queen Cersei had deceived us. We'll make sure this is the last time that happens after the war here is won.

I huffed and continued walking. I had documents to deliver to Tyrion.. I had finished recording the distribution of our food to the troops. Usually, I was fond of mathematics and algebra, but for some reason, math is frustrating for me today.

A cold hand was placed on my shoulder. "Hello again."

I turned to see the hand on my skin. Solid gold and cool to the touch. I looked up to see the face of my betrothed, and I dropped my papers in shock.

"Ser Jaime.. You came."

"I know we aren't on the best of terms, but I'll fight with you if you'll have m-"

I cut him off with an embrace. I was so happy to see him, I couldn't breathe. The hatred I felt for him that day in the forest was completely gone. I greeted him as an old friend.

He hugged me back right away with a laugh and a small spin. "I didn't expect this kind of greeting. I was expecting a blade at my neck like last time."

"Of course not. I'm not the same person now as I was that day. Does this mean the Lannister army has come?"

"No," he admitted with great hesitancy after releasing from our embrace. "And they will not be coming. I traveled here against my sister's will, and I am ready to fight with you."

"Jaime, it's looking bleak. According to the scouts, the Night King's army greatly outnumbers us. We're running low on food and morale here. Besides, knowing what you did to Queen Daenerys's father, it would be best if you turn back before you're noticed," I said, every breath I took thundering 'traitor,' and 'craven,' in my head. Who was I to determine our fate and send away men willing to fight?

"As long as I have breath in my lungs, I will fight to protect Westeros. Everything I have done has been for my house and for the kingdom. If hundreds of thousands of those things are attacking Winterfell, then I will be here to help and defend you."

"Jaime, as much as I want your help, I don't want to see my queen execute you.. Much less in front of your brother. Tyrion hasn't spoken to me casually in a week, I doubt the sight of you on trial would relieve his stress."

"And you, my betrothed?" he asked, picking up the papers I had dropped. The fiber scrolls were littered with my anxious scribbling and other miscellaneous notes.

"I thought that your sister would have annulled the damned union by now," I groaned, collecting my papers.

"Like you and my brother, she's had other matters to sort out. Besides, she's made sure the whole Red Keep knows that we're sleeping together, so what's the point? I'm with Cersei in all but name. I have no choice," he said with a hint of annoyance. He opened his mouth to say something else, as if he just remembered something, but then I began speaking before I could stop myself.