Wish You The Best / Jaime Lannister / Tywin Lannister

26. Hostage

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"The girls are bonding." Zaria said stiffly. Tywin moved to her sitting down beside her on the bed. "Sansa and Margaery. I think I hate them."

"With right, Sansa's family took your husband and son hostage." Tywin agreed.

"Margaery is just too happy. Her life is perfect, she is getting everything she ever wanted and it is not fair... its not fair of me to hate her but I do..." Zaria realized.

"She will be miserable with joffrey."

"She doesnt care about him she wants the crown. She is getting that. I want... I want arthur and jaime back... in that order."

"We shall." Tywin

"The Kingslayer."

" On your knees. Lord Bolton, I give you the Kingslayer." Locke remarked proudly as Jaime and brienne were brought to their knees.

" Pick him up, Locke." Roose countered. Locke did as instructed. "You've lost a hand."

" No, my lord, he has it here." Locke held out the dismembered hand died to his neck.

"Take this away." Roose countered pulling it from jaimes neck.

" Send it to his father?" Locke pondered.

" You'll hold your tongue unless you want to lose it." Roose corrected. "Cut her free. Apologies, my lady. You're under my protection now."

" Lord Bolton." Jaime called out. " Is there word from the capital? Word from my father or wife perhaps?"

" You haven't heard? Stannis Baratheon laid siege to King's Landing. Sailed into Blackwater Bay. Stormed the gates with thousands of men. Your father's forces prevailed." Roose informed him.

"And my wife? My boy?"

"As far as i have heard your lord father is taking good care of her." Roose offered.

Tywin ran a hand along the bath water. It had long since gone tepid but zaria didn't move.

"My heart," he whispered kissing her forehead. Her eyelids peeled open. "Arent you cold?" zaria shrugged.  "Come on, you will catch your death."  She stepped away from the water.

"Hand me a towel?" He snagged the towel off the counter and walked to her in the slow stride of a predator on the hunt. It took everything she had to not take a step back as he stopped in front of her and wrapped the towel around her cold shoulders. They were too close, and it's all too easy to remember what they were doing last time he had his hands on her. She forced herself to hold his gaze.

"Thank you Tywin, I can handle it from here." she whispered. He waited a moment and then slowly released the towel. She had to grab it to keep it from sliding off her shoulders. She expected him to move back, but he just stood there and watched her dry off.  

"Ser Jaime isn't well. Take him to Qyburn."

"Will I die?" Jaime questioned.

" No. The corruption has spread. I fear it must be cut away. The safest course would be to take the whole arm off." Qyburn corrected.

"Then you'll die. You're no maester. Where's your chain?" Jaime questioned.

" The Citadel stripped me of it. They found some of my experiments too bold. I can leave your upper arm, make the cut at your elbow." He offered. Jaime reached out grabbing him by the neck, he choked out before jaime relented.

" I don't need my right hand to kill you." Jaime assured.

" I can take away the rotting flesh and try and burn out the corruption - with boiling wine." Qyburn offered. Jaime nodded. "With any luck, that will suffice. You'll need milk of the poppy."

" No milk of the poppy."

" There will be pain."

" I'll scream." Jaime assured.

"Quite a bit of pain." Qyburn countered.

" I'll scream loudly."

As if by miracle and prayers Arthur came riding through the gates.

"My baby! Ohh you are grounded forever young man." zaria demanded hold him tight

"I have never more so glad to be grounded." Arthur assured.

"ARTHUR!" Zaria sobbed out. Tywin came running to see Arthur safe and sound. no Jaime however. "Is your father-"

"He told me to run. I ran." Arthur corrected. 

"I'm apologizing. I'm sick of fighting. Let's call a truce."

" You need trust to have a truce." Brienne corrected.

" I trust you." Jaime offered, brienne scoffed.

"There it is. There's the look. I've seen it for seventeen years on face after face. You all despise me. Kingslayer. Oathbreaker. A man without honor. You've heard of wildfire?" Jaime pondered.

" Of course."

" The Mad King was obsessed with it. He loved to watch people burn, the way their skin blackened and blistered and melted off their bones. He burned lords he didn't like. He burned Hands who disobeyed him. He burned anyone who was against him. Before long, half the country was against him. Aerys saw traitors everywhere. So he had his pyromancer place caches of wildfire all over the city- beneath the Sept of Baelor and the slums of Flea Bottom. Under houses, stables, taverns. Even beneath the Red Keep itself. Finally, the day of reckoning came. Robert Baratheon marched on the capital after his victory at the Trident. But my father arrived first with the whole Lannister army at his back, promising to defend the city against the rebels. I knew my father better than that. He's never been one to pick the losing side. I told the Mad King as much. I urged him to surrender peacefully. But the king didn't listen to me. He didn't listen to Varys who tried to warn him. But he did listen to Grand Maester Pycelle, that grey, sunken cunt. 'You can trust the Lannisters,' he said. 'The Lannisters have always been true friends of the crown.' So we opened the gates and my father sacked the city. Once again, I came to the king, begging him to surrender. He told me to bring him my father's head. Then he turned to his pyromancer. 'Burn them all,' he said. 'Burn them in their homes. Burn them in their beds.' Tell me, if your precious Renly commanded you to kill your own father and stand by while thousands of men, women, and children burned alive, would you have done it? Would you have kept your oath then?"

" First, I killed the pyromancer. And then when the king turned to flee, I drove my sword into his back. 'Burn them all,' he kept saying. 'Burn them all.' I don't think he expected to die. He- he meant to burn with the rest of us and rise again, reborn as a dragon to turn his enemies to ash. I slit his throat to make sure that didn't happen. That's where Ned Stark found me." Jaime recalled.

" If this is true why didn't you tell anyone? Why didn't you tell Lord Stark?" Brienne pondered.

" Stark? You think the honorable Ned Stark wanted to hear my side? He judged me guilty the moment he set eyes on me. By what right does the wolf judge the lion? By what right?" he questioned trying to stand before collapsing.

" Help! Help! The Kingslayer!"

"Jaime. My name is Jaime."

Zaria never called him kingslayer, that was another thing that Jaime loved about her. Zaria always called him Jaime.