Kingslayer

Surprises

Four days later and Jaime was still out of it. Cersei sat beside his bed and any time she left to get some sleep or if she had something important to do, Tyrion took over. They were never there at the same time. Jaime always had one of his siblings in with him at the same time. Tywin hadn't been in since Jaime was first brought back.

Tyrion was sitting with Jaime at that moment.
"Ty... Tyrion..." He heard and looked over. Jaime was looking at him, awake, his face screwed up in pain. Jaime tried pushing himself up out of bed.
"No, Jaime, lie down." Jaime did as his brother asked. "I'll be back in a minute." Tyrion was out of that room as fast as his small legs could carry him. He pushed into Tywin's room. The man was sitting at the desk writing a letter.
"Tyrion. You need permission to enter."
"Apologies. This can't wait. Jaime's woken up father. I'm going to tell Pycelle and Cersei. He's awake." Tywin shot out of his chair and made his way to Jaime's chamber. Jaime was again trying to push himself up but failing. He grimaced.
"Jaime, until I'm told you're fine by Pycelle, you will lie down before you hurt yourself further. Once you're well again, you'll resume your duties."
Nice to see you too father. Glad you're thinking about me.
Tywin clamped a hand on his sons shoulder and pushed him back down into the bed. Jaime yelped. Tywin bared down on his son, issuing a warning until Pycelle came into the room. Jaime glanced at him and sighed. This was a new torture in itself. Jaime hated the man as did nearly all of King's Landing. Cersei was also there, evident that she'd just woken up. Tywin stepped back to let Pycelle in. It was obvious Jaime was really hurting. All of them looked on at him with concern. Pycelle got to work on the man and soon he was sleeping soundly.

Cersei was with her brother that day. She had prayed he would come back unharmed, the same Jaime who had always been hers. Obviously he was very much injured but was he the same man?A year in captivity could easily change a person. Tyrion came into the room.
"Cersei there's a small council meeting. Jaime will be fine until we get back."
"I can't leave him."
"Father's requested both of our presence. Jaime's in good hands." Cersei nodded and followed her younger brother out. No matter how much she hated him, she also had to respect him. They made their way to the small council chamber. Thier father, Petyr Baelish, Varys and Pycelle were there. The siblings sat.
"Who's with Jaime?" Cersei asked. She wasn't sure as Pycelle was sitting at the table. Her twin had to have someone with him at all times then in case something happened.
"One of my colleagues," Pycelle replied. "He's in safe hands." Tywin surveyed the people sitting around him.
"How could this have happened?" Everyone was at a loss of words. "How was Stark allowed to do this to my eldest son? And you, Baelish, why did your spy in the camp not inform you so we could have stormed the camp and extracted Jaime before something like this happened?" All eyes turned to Littlefinger.
"It seems," he said smoothly. "That Kyra has fully committed herself to the Stark cause. I've not had word from her since she arrived." Tyrion's eyes widened. Kyra, the girl Jaime had cared about, was one of Baelish's spies? Putting someone in the camp to report on Robb Stark and his treatment of the Lannister prisoner. But it seemed that Kyra's feelings towards staying loyal were uncertain. Jaime would not be happy when he found out.
"How did Kyra end up in the Stark camp in the first place?" Tyrion wanted to know the girl's background.
"Kyra is the daughter of one of the banner men. When her father came to visit King's Landing last month he brought her with her. She was made fun of by a few of the noble girls. I found her crying. I asked her if she wanted to be involved and she did. So I found her a position as a medic. She got herself captured deliberately. She sent me a raven the night she got there. I was meant to hear every two days and I hadn't. She confirmed Jaime was there but nothing more than that, not even where and how he was being kept. As far as I know she's still there, following Stark's orders."
"Well," said Tyrion. "The only person who would know is Jaime. We'll talk to him about the last months when he's ready to talk. We can't rush him."
"Jaime knows where he belongs and what is expected of him. He is still a member of the Kingsguard. He's Lord Commander of the Kingsguard. As soon as he's well he will resume his duties. He doesn't need to linger over his imprisonment. He just needs to get on," Tywin said forcefully. Tyrion rolled his eyes at his father. Tywin's idea of family and duty were from a place that he had been brought up in and had always known but sometimes could be overbearing and forceful. Tyrion didn't agree with it. The council then talked about other matters that needed to be talked about. The war effort mainly. Cersei switched off. She didn't care for this. But she had to sit through the laborious proceedings diligently. An hour later and they were done.
"If we're finished?" She asked. Her father nodded curtly and she swept from the room.
She made her way back to Jaime's room. A maester was with him but when he saw her enter, he left her to it. Cersei sat down, looking down on her twin. Jaime's eyes fluttered open a few minutes later.
"Brother, I'm so glad to have you back," she said.
"Hmm... Me too," Jaime groaned.
"Are you OK? Are you in pain?"
"What do you think Cersei?" Jaime retorted bitterly before feeling bad. "Sorry. Sorry."