Tyrion was leaving. Jaime has requested to be able to say goodbye to him, something which he had been granted. As Tyrion was mounting, his brother walked over to him.
"So this is it," Jaime said.
"Yes. Who knows if we'll meet again? Daenerys will think you're far away from here."
"Thank you. I know you want to remain loyal, but I appreciate it. Really."
"Don't get me wrong Jaime, I back her in every single thing other than what she was planning to do with you. Watching the only family who cared about me die was something I couldn't do."
"I know. I'm grateful. Until next time brother." Jaime stretched up with his remaining hand and pulled Tyrion into an awkward hug. He released him and the Hand of the Queen's party departed Winterfell. Jaime stood there, watching them go, his heart sinking with every new step Tyrion took. He was alone again. Alone, but safe. As safe as he could get. He wasn't sure where to go from here, but he knew it was better than where he had come from before. He would have to see where life took him from there.
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Running
FanfictionDaenerys Targaryen is ruling in King's Landing. And she has in her hands one man in particular. The man who killed her father. But she doesn't have him for long. Jaime knows there is a price on his head. He has to run. But where can he go where no...
