𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 || 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝑪𝒓𝒚 𝑶𝒖𝒕

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐗𝐈: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧

CHAPTER XI

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"YOU CANNOT CHAIN A DRAGON"
301 AFTER CONQUEST

JAIME

"Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises.."

Jaime could hardly take any more sea shanties.

Leaning over the railing of the ship, he had thought he had enough on the short journey between the Stony Shore and the Iron Islands. But a month or more in and barely past Dorne? He thought he were losing his mind.

"..and up she rises
Earl-eye in the morning!"

"How fair things?"

Turning slightly, Jaime briefly glanced over his shoulder at Asha, who wore that signature smirk of hers with pride like always, before shaking his head, looking back to the sea.

"I could do with some quiet."

"Aye, I feel the same, sometimes. Just make sure you don't go too crazy and cut out their tongues to achieve that quiet."

"What, like your mad dog uncle?"

It was a surprise to him Euron did not give chase. Even with a good portion of the Iron Fleet fleeing to the east, from whatever wrath he would bring down, Euron Greyjoy gave no chase. Under the promise even of hurting her, Euron gave no chase, and it bothered Jaime too much. The thought of that one-eyed, blue-lipped evil bastard had Jaime seething and frustrated.

"I know you Ironborn are not the smartest lot in Westeros, but—"

"Careful, Lannister. I could still throw you into the sea, even now, if I wanted to."

Jaime just rolled his eyes.

"You people aren't Maesters by any means. Who is but a Maester? But even then, you would think your people would contain a conscious great enough to know Euron Crow's Eye is not a man to lead, nor to trust. You remember how all that went when he did once before."

"All too well."

Asha huffed somewhat arrogantly, rolling her eyes as she came to stand beside him in leaning on the railing.

"I remember watching it all unfold that day, if you can remember it."

"I'm not interested in digging up past conflicts with you."

"Kind of hypocritical of you then to mention it first then, right?"

She poked, and through the tough front she put on, a slight smile poked through, joking. Jaime huffed but couldn't help but smile either as he shook his head.

"I remember when Ser Jaime Lannister, Kingsguard to Good King Robert, came crashing through the breach right behind Thoros of Myr and his flaming sword. Golden armor for the golden boy, the pride of the great Tywin Lannister, coated in Ironborn blood."

Flashes of those days came back, for they were not buried to begin with. Instead, they lied beneath the surface, having already been dug up once when he first arrived with Theon at Pyke.