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It's not that I need saving. It's that I need to feel that I'm worth saving. There's a difference.
[Season 1-8]
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LYANNA WAS LYING DOWN ON THE BENCH IN HER CELL. A GUARD HAD BEEN AROUND TO TELL HER THAT THE MOUNTAIN WAS ACTUALLY ALIVE AND THAT SHE WAS GOING TO BE SENTENCED TOMORROW.
The door barged opened and Lyanna thought this was it. Her time was up. "Oh, get on with it, you son of a whore." She called out, with her back to the door.
"Is that any way to speak about my mother?" Jaime's voice startled Lyanna. She jumped up to look at him, holding a candle. He looked at her, smirking. "You look like shit." He joked, noticing she had a black eye, and her nose was crooked, from being broken, again.
"What are you doing?" She asked, frowning at his comment.
"What do you think I'm doing?" He smiled and headed back towards the door, signalling for her to follow. "I've got a horse and Shadow waiting for you at the Kingsguard."
"Who's helping you?" She asked as they reached the steps.
"Bronn and Oberyn." Lyanna wasn't sure who Bronn was, but smiled when he mentioned the Red Viper. "You have more friends than you think."
When they got to the Kingsguard, it was empty. With the help of Bronn, he got all the white cloaks to leave and to check up on something outside of the castle.
"Ser Jaime Lannister. Knighted and named to the Kingsguard in his 16th year. At the sack of King's Landing, murdered his King, Aerys II. Pardoned by Robert Baratheon. Thereafter known as the Kingslayer." Lyanna read out Jaime's profile from the book that was on the table.
"It's the duty of the Lord Commander to fill those pages." He told her as he stood beside her. He turned and looked at the sword that was held on a shelf. "And there's still room left on mine." He walked over and grabbed the sword. He lifted it up and handed it over to Lyanna.
"Valyrian Steel." Lyana said, admiring it. She noticed the handle was a direwolf.
"Mm." Jaime agreed. "It's yours." He looked at Lyanna.
"I can't accept this." Lyanna replied quickly, handing it back to him.
"It was reforged from Ned Stark's sword." He smiled over at her.
"Ice." Lyanna looked down at the sword and smiled.
"It should be used by Ned Stark's daughter, to protect her sister." Jaime begged. "You swore an oath to return your sister to your home. To her mother. Lady Stark is dead. Arya's probably dead too, but there's still a chance to find Sansa and get her somewhere safe." Jaime looked behind her. "I've got something else for you." He walked over to a large sheet and pulled it off, showing a full suit of armour. Lyanna walked closer to it, running her hand up and down the sleeve. "I hope I got your measurements right."
"I'll find her." Lyanna assured Jaime. She turned to him and smiled as he stepped closer to her. "For me. For Lady Stark. For You."
Jaime leaned in, placing his hand on her cheek. His lips gently brushed over her chapped lips. He tasted like red wine, Lyanna thought. "I almost forgot." He quietly spoke. "I have one more gift. I'll let you get changed first."
