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Jaime I.Jaime Lannister was many things, his favorite was being a kingslayer, it put fear into people as he walked along past them. He'd made many enemies and frenemies over the years. Eddard Stark was one he would call a frenemy more enemy, they used to work together at one point in their short lives. It all changed in the end.
Jaime didn't believe himself to be accompanying the King to Winterfell, a place he probably would've never imagined himself to go. Even Eddard didn't believe it, the look that rose on his face at his words was hilarious. The blonde haired Lannister found himself laughing solemnly at the Stark's reaction.
The journey and starting bits were a blur, just Eddard and Robert joking and laughing and a little brief introduction to the Stark kids. Of course, there were kids of others roaming around. The thing that caught Jaime's attention was a blonde haired boy stab a straw dummy he had made, his form was horrible but the sheer and brute force he put into slicing away at a dummy was surprising for such a young child.
A black haired boy watched him as they talked over the sound of straw being sliced. Jaime approached them and the black haired boy fell silent. The blonde hair boy paid no notice and continued to slice, perhaps lost in his thoughts. "Your form is terrible." He stated as suddenly the boy snapped out his thoughts and held the sword still. His hand trembled as he was forcing himself to not stab Jaime.
The most strangest eyes stared back at him, it seemed to be a glare, but the strange thing was his eyes. At a first glance it seemed purple, then red, then it settled to a storm of greyish-red as he was studying Jaime Lannister. "Sorry? Didn't mean to offend you because I have such a terrible form."
The black haired boy snorted slightly. "You've got talent kid, maybe I could teach you one day." Jaime looked at them both. "Both of you." The blonde haired boy didn't even look at him, "If you want. Waste your time with the blond haired freak." He muttered as if he couldn't believe it. "And the bastard of winterfell." The black haired boy noted.
"You guys aren't a waste of time, people come from everywhere. Those names shouldn't be your life style, you both have the capability to rise high, a little bit of tips from me and you'll be able to rise." The blonde haired boy and the black haired boy looked at each other.
"Alright, Lannister." The blonde stared at him. "We'll hear you out, we meet, we train, we go back. They won't miss us, won't even notice." The black haired boy nodded his head.
Jaime would've never felt himself scared of a child. "Where should we meet then?" Jaime asked. The blond and black haired boys looked at each other with a nod between them. "We know a place."
time skip.
Jaime tortured himself as he sat around with the king yelling out random things everyone forced themselves to laugh at. He was looking around and his eye caught to the two boys again, they weren't sitting with everyone else but standing up in the corner talking.
They looked like drug dealers. Like they were waiting for someone to show them drugs and get money for it. Of course, no one came to them. He decided to study their appearances. The blonde looked horrendously Targaryen, it was as if his past mistakes were haunting him. What made him stick out was how sickly pale he was, he was whiter than a ghost.
The boy next to him was Stark all the way, Eddard's bastard son. He had the black hair, the eyes. Whoever his mother was didn't put any of her appearance into his.
The two seemed to be friends, two supposed freaks together. Jamie knew Ned would never allow him to take the boy, but maybe he could take the blonde. He'd fit in with the Lannisters, he looked Lannister.
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