Running

Chapter One

The cell was dark, dank and cold. The only light came from the torches outside so there was no way to tell whether it was night or day. The bed creaked every time he moved on it.
Jaime Lannister sighed. Three days he'd been in the Black Cells now. Or was it four? He was quickly losing track of time.

Three Days Ago
Daenerys Targaryen had attacked King's Landing, successfully, and taken the Iron Throne. Cersei had been sitting on it at the time. She'd been given chances to surrender and had blankly refused. So Daenerys had no other option and Cersei's life quickly ended. As soon as it was done, the new queen went to her new chambers. Jaime had been in the White Sword Tower at the time. He knew Daenerys was here and was busy getting on his armour to prepare for battle. Then a messenger came.
"What is it?" Jaime snapped irritably.
"It's your sister, My Lord. She's dead." Jaime dropped the belt he had in his hand.
"What? How?"
"The dragon queen's men killed her." Jaime's head was spinning. He became delusional. He didn't know what he was thinking.
He may have become distant from Cersei. He was hardly around her since she took the throne. He had seen too much horror at the hands of Aerys Targaryen and slowly Cersei had been going the same way. Paranoid of everyone bar Jaime, at first, and her loyal Queensguard. He had been forced to watch as his sister killed innocents. Cersei then became paranoid of Jaime. He was left unguarded as long as he remained inside the Red Keep. She never spoke to him unless it was official business.
But she was his sister. His twin. And surely, even after all that had happened, that had to count for something. A lump came to Jaime's throat. He picked up his sword and stormed through the Red Keep. He came into the deserted throne room. Cersei lay on the ground dead. He slid down and knelt beside her, wrapping an arm around her, crying. He heard footsteps behind him.
"Fuck off!" He shouted.
"Jaime," he heard a familiar voice say. Jaime froze and turned round.
"Tyrion?" More men joined Tyrion. A group of ten Unsullied. "I heard you were working for the Targaryen girl. Tyrion, please, don't do this. Let me stay with her. Please." Jaime was sobbing. Why? His sister had treated him like shit for her last weeks. Why cry over her dead body? She was family. His former lover.
"Jaime, it's over."
"Then kill me. Please."
"I'm sorry Jaime. We have our orders. Daenerys wants you alive. Her father's killer. Escort my brother to the Black Cells. Don't hurt him."
"No. I can't leave her. Brother, please." Jaime felt arms on his body, pulling him away from his twin. He struggled, trying to fight them off, but more and more were added, getting stronger and stronger, and soon they overcame him, especially now he was only left with one hand. Jaime was yanked to his feet and started to be dragged backwards. Tyrion stopped the men and his brother was held in a vice like grip. Tears fell down Jaime's face.
"Jaime, look at me," Tyrion said softly. Jaime's eyes met his brother's. "I'm sorry it has to be this way. I'll try and reason with her. I'm sorry." Tyrion nodded to the men and Jaime let himself get dragged away.
Jaime was soon taken to the Black Cells, stripped of his armour and golden hand and thrown into an empty cell. Once the door was locked and the footsteps retreated, he allowed his feelings on consume him. He slumped down the wall and cried.

Present Time
The cell door was unlocked. Jaime snapped his head up. He asked the same question he asked every time.
"How long have I been here for?" The gaoler grunted and set down the bowl of stew and skin of water before leaving Jaime alone in the darkness again.

Some time later the door again was unlocked. Jaime expected the gaoler but was instead greeted by six Unsullied.
"On your feet," one said with a heavy accent. Jaime stayed where he was and was pulled up by two of the men. His arms were brought behind his back and tied tightly with hemp rope. His feet were also loosely chained.
"Let's go," said another and Jaime was led out the cell and through the maze of corridors that was the Red Keep. He was brought into the throne room and pushed to his knees. On the throne sat a young woman, silver hair and violet eyes. A true Targaryen. Tyrion stood to one side, Varys to another. Tyrion stepped forward when Jaime was on his knees.
"Your Grace," he addressed Daenerys. "My brother, Jaime Lannister." Jaime looked into the eyes of Aerys Targaryen. Or so he thought. He tried to push the bad memories from his mind. This was his daughter. Not the man he had killed. Daenerys levelled him with a stony stare.
"Kingslayer. Let's just come straight to the point. Did you kill my father, the rightful king, Aerys Targaryen the Second?"
"Yes," Jaime said flatly.
"Why?"
"It's a long story." An Unsullied cuffed Jaime over the head. He turned to the man who had struck him.
"You will address her as Your Grace."
"Control yourself Grey Worm!" Daenerys said forcefully. The soldier stepped back though he kept his hand on his sword hilt. With a small smirk, Jaime turned back to the girl.
"Well, I would like to hear this story." Jaime sighed before launching into the tale he'd only ever recited to one person. Brienne, when they were in Harrenhal. Soon he had established all the facts.
"He was mad. No-one denied that," Daenerys said. "But what gave you the right to put a stop to it?"
"His time was nearing its end. If I hadn't done it, someone else would have. It was inevitable."
"Take this man outside. Don't keep him far away. Our decision will be made within the hour." The Unsullied escorted Jaime out the room whilst Varys and Tyrion discussed Jaime with Daenerys.
Soon enough, he was called back in. Back on his knees, he fixed his eyes on the dragon queen.
"Ser Jaime Lannister," Daenerys started, keeping her expression emotionless. "It is the decision of the crown that for your crimes of murder, you are hereby sentenced to death." He had expected as much. He knew his murder of Aerys would come back to bite him. "The means of execution is still to be decided as is when it will happen. You will remain in a cell. Take him away." He was brought to his feet. But he had something to settle first.
"Your Grace!" He called.
"What is it?" Jaime was turned back round.
"May I make a request?"
"Speak Kingslayer."
"Once I am dead, can I ask that my and my sister's bones be returned to rest beside the rest of my family at Casterly Rock? As Lannisters it is our right." Daenerys glanced down at her Hand, a Lannister himself.
"My brother is right, Your Grace."
"Very well." With a wave of her hand, the guards took hold of Jaime again and led him back to his cell.