𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 || 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝑪𝒓𝒚 𝑶𝒖𝒕

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑽𝑰𝑰𝑰

CHAPTER VIII
300 AFTER CONQUEST

Jaime

He couldn't remember the last time he had waited that long. Was it when he had guarded King Robert? Waiting for the Old Boar to finish off with his whores and boars before escorting him off to his other duties? When was it? Jaime had waited for a long time to see the Prince of Dorne, and even longer to see the Princess. My daughter, he thought to himself. He remembered when the thought of his children with Cersei made him grimace, and not because they were his, but because they were his. Jaime never thought he should be a father, and he hated the idea of it. But now...

Now, everything was changing.

"Must be part of how they give courtesy down here, eh? Capture a political onvoy by swordpoint in the middle of the night and then make them wait days before seeing anyone in charge."

Jaime mocked, scuffing his feet along the palace floor. Dorne was hot, he found. Elegantly beautiful, but deadly hot and humid. Far too much heat for his liking. And the people there only added to that heat. Some servants it seemed had come and go, a few guards occasionally check in on him, but no one else. Not Mycrella, not Payne, no one. And every Dornish he saw gave him looks of hatred. Looks he felt in a way he deserved.

Jaime was about to give up and try to catch any kind of sleep he could, but the sound of the door at the other end of the large room opened, and in entered a man with a cane, dressed in florescent colors of House Martell. And beside him was a man dressed as though he were night itself, his hair though was the opposite. Like silver, Jaime noted again with narrowed eyes. It was the man that had captured him and Ser Ilyn several nights ago. But he new who the older man with the cane was.

"Forgive us, Ser Jaime, for our tardiness. Had I known the King had sent a "political" envoy to Dorne, I would have greated you differently."

"Prince Doran."

Jaime bowed slightly.

"I should believe you would've recognized us, the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard and the King's Justice both. Besides, you've met me before at Casterly Rock, you and your siblings visited back then."

"Back then was over thirty years ago. And back then you had two hands."

Jaime shook his head at that, an annoyed smile coming to his lips as he looks down at his missing hand, with the gilded one replacing it.

"I did not intend to show any rudeness towards you, Ser Jaime. Forgive me, my sickness ills me still, it keeps me from my duties at times."

"That's quite alright, my Prince. We can move past these.."

Jaime narrowed his eyes at the man with silver hair, who seemed to hold a death glare at Jaime the entire time.

"..transgressions."

"Excellent. Please, sit down and let us treat."

"I would first like to know about my-the Princess Myrcella. It has been some time since I last saw her. And I would also like to know where Ser Ilyn Payne might be, as I was not detained in the same room as he and have not heard of him."