Wish You The Best / Jaime Lannister / Tywin Lannister

16. My Son

"Our scouts tell us the Stark host has moved south from the Twins with Lord Frey's levies in tow. They're a day's march north." Kevan remarked.

" The boy may lack experience and sense, but he does have a certain mindless provincial courage."

"Oh, do continue. Didn't mean to interrupt." Tyrion offered.

"l do hope your savages are going to be of some use, otherwise we've wasted good steel on them." Tywin huffed. Not only was tyrion and his new companions causing chaos in the camps but he had yet to safety send Zaria and the boys to harrenhal. He worried about them here. 

" The great hairy one insisted he must have two battleaxes. Heavy black steel, double-sided." Kevan added. Arthur tensed looking to Aeron sitting a bit awkwardly in Zaria's lap, he would always be her baby boy. 

" Shagga likes axes." Tyrion offered with a shrug

" When the battle commences, you and your wildlings will be in the vanguard."

"The vanguard? Me and the tribesmen on the front lines?" Tyrion exclaimed.

"Tyrion isnt a fighter, thats like sending him to his death." Zaria agreed. 

"Thank you, sister." Tyrion agreed. 

" They do seem rather ferocious." Kevan agreed ignoring Tyrion.

"Ferocious? Last night a Moon Brother stabbed a Stone Crow over a sausage. Three Stone Crows seized the Moon Brother and opened his throat. Bronn managed to keep Shagga from chopping off the dead man's cock, which was fortunate, but even still, Ulf is demanding blood money, which Shagga and Gunthor refuse to pay." Tyrion corrected anxiously.

"When soldiers lack discipline, the fault lies with their commander." Tywin informed them.

" Surely there are ways to have me killed that would be less detrimental to the war effort." Tyrion begged. Tywin smirked back at him.

"Oh Tywin, take pity on your son." Zaria cooed. 

"Listen to her, take pity on me father." Tyrion begged. 

The Stark host arrived at the clearing. Robb was amongst them, and he came carrying a tied and bound Jaime Lannister.

"By the time they knew what was happening, it had already happened." Robb declared victoriously.

"Lady Stark. I'd offer you my sword, but l seem to have lost it." Jaime mused.

" it is not your sword l want. Give me my daughters back. Give me my husband." Catelyn demanded.

"I've lost them too, i'm afraid." Jaime countered indifferent.

"Kill him, Robb. Send his head to his father. He cut down ten of our men. You saw him." Theon commanded.

"He's more use to us alive than dead." Robb corrected. Jaime rolled his shoulders back unphased, he would get out of this and get back to zaria and the boys. 

"Take him away and put him in irons." Catelyn agreed.

"We could end this war right now, boy, save thousands of lives. You fight for the Starks, l fight for the Lannisters. Swords or lances, teeth, nails - choose your weapons and let's end this here and now." Jaime challenged. He wanted- no he needed to get back to Zaria, she was pregnant and she needed him there for him. 

"If we do it your way, Kingslayer, you'd win. We're not doing it your way." Robb corrected, Jaime smirked in answer. Yes he would. Ned had told him once that he choose his opponents wisely and that was correct, which was why Jaime wanted to go up against Robb and show him just how much of man he was. How easily it would be to take Robb down.