The Lion Knight and Dragon Princess

12 - Guilty of being a Dwarf

Jaime's pov

"This isn't a trial. It's a farce. Cersei has manipulated everything and you know it." Following my father into his office chamber I knew this trial had to be changed. There's no way Tyrion would live if this kept going on for much longer.

Father denied my response. "I know nothing of the sort."

"You've always hated Tyrion."

"He killed his king." My father raised his voice.

"As did I! Do you know the last order the Mad King gave me? To bring him your head." I raised my voice in defense thinking back on the night I murdered the Mad King. "I saved your life so you could mirder my brother?"

He tapped his fingers on the desk, seeing that I didn't agree. "It won't be murder. It'll be justice. I'm performing my sworn duty as Hand of the King. If Tyrion is found guilty, he will be punished accordingly."

"He'll be executed."

"No, he'll be punished accordingly." He said back to me.

Lowering my gaze to the ground I knew there was only one thing that could save both my brother and my princess from harm's way. "Once you said family is what lives on. All that lives on. You told me about a dynasty that would last 1,000 years. What happens to your dynasty when Tyrion dies? I'm a Kingsguard, forbidden by oath to carry on the family line."

"I'm well aware of your oath." Father grumbled under his breath.

"What happens to your name? Who carries the lion banner into future battles? Your nephews? Lancel Lannister? Others whose names I don't even remember?"

My father snapped back at me. "What happens to my dynasty if I spare the life of my grandson's killer?"

"It survives through me." Closing my eyes briefly I knew I'd joined the Kingsguard for Cersei but now I'd leave it all behind to be with Vaella. "I'll leave the Kingsguard. I'll take my place as your son and heir if you let Tyrion live."

"Done. When the testimony's concluded and a guilty verdict rendered, Tyrion will be given the chance to speak. He'll plead for mercy. I'll allow him to join the Night's Watch. In three days' time, he'll depart for Castle Black and live out his days at the Wall." Father answered so quickly that I wasn't sure how to react. "You'll remove your white cloak immediately. You will leave King's Landing to assume your rightful place at Casterly Rock. You will marry a suitable woman and father children named Lannister. And you'll never turn your back on your family again."

"I have one condition on who I'll marry." I dropped my shoulders heavily knowing there was taking the words back after this. "Vaella Targaryen is who I shall marry and no one else."

"The Targaryen's are all gone."

I shook my head no. "That's not true. I've been helping her hide since the day I killed her father. You wouldn't recognize her since she hides her hair underneath a bandanna and sticks to the shadows of the Red Keep."

"Where is she at this very moment?"

I answered my father simply. "Looking at the Iron Throne."

Vaella's pov

Everyone else had cleared the large room leaving me time alone t9 stare at the familiar Throne before me. I remembered my father spending his days and nights sitting upon it. I remembered the day he sent my mother away and the declaration that she had died shortly before my father was stabbed in the back literally. "I wish you got the chance to meet your grandchild, mother. I wish you could've met your niece or nephew as well, Rhaegar."