The Provenance || Jon Snow | Game of Thrones

3.07

Roose Bolton eyes Jaime Lannister and Brienne of Tarth with nothing short of suspicion, cunning, and a deal of pride, the man particularly stoic in expression but certainly incapable of holding the Kingslayer's trust. Focusing then more on Jaime, the man finally acquiesces to the whole point of them having a dinner, remarking, "As soon as you're well enough to travel, I will allow you to go to King's Landing as restitution for the mistakes my soldiers made. And you will swear to tell your father the truth, that I had nothing to do with your maiming."

Grinning victoriously despite the great pain of his ghost hand, Jaime Lannister revels in his victory over this lot of Robb Stark supporters, grabbing up his wine glass as he offers happily, "Shall we drink on it?"

But Roose Bolton instead just shakes his head, explaining, "I don't partake."

"You do understand how suspicious that is to ordinary people?" Jaime Lannister quips with humoured yet furrowed eyebrows, Roose Bolton meeting his look with the same expression as before.

But he acquiesces all the same, "Very well," as he takes a drink of his own wine.

Jaime turns to the dolled-up but irritated Brienne, feeling particularly connected with her after this whole scheme, a grin wrapping across his face at their rather strange friendship as he taunts, "My lady, may our journey continue without further incident."

"Oh, she won't be going with you," Roose Bolton rebukes, taking another nonchalant drink of his wine as Brienne's eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"I am charged with bringing Ser Jaime to—"

"You are charged with abetting treason," Bolton responds, his thick facade unmoved by the woman's rather blatant surprise and slight fear, as well as Jaime's overwhelming confusion and internal conflict. He must get back to Cersei, but how can he leave behind the woman that's got him here?

It's a question for the morrow, Jaime decides.

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Cersei and Tyrion Lannister watch and speak in regard to the sight before their eyes, looking down upon the gardens of King's Landing to see a strolling Sansa Stark and Loras Tyrell. Tyrion knows that this is all just a ploy to hide the true plot of the Mock Queen: make Tywin Lannister believe he's forced this marriage. And perhaps that is why he is not so intent on speaking about this situation, but a continuing thorn in his side called an assassination attempt.

"Trying to have me killed is an odd way of saying thank you...There are two people in King's Landing who can give an order to a Kingsguard. Did you or did you not order Ser Mandon to kill me during the Battle of the Blackwater?" he demands, staring strictly at his sister who reveals no emotion to him, at least not visibly. But all the same, Tyrion understands Cersei well enough to know that she likes to boast about things like this whenever she is responsible. And so, her silence speaks wonders of who's truly responsible, and Tyrion scoffs loudly, "The impulse I understand. He hates me because I'm the only one who tells him what he really is. So, fair enough. He wants me dead. But his stupidity? He could have had me poisoned and no one would have known. But the king orders a Kingsguard to murder the Hand of the King in full view of his own army. The boy's an idiot."

Cersei looks at him with a sharp but humoured expression, "What do you want me to say?"

"I want you to tell me if my life is still in danger."

She sighs, wringing her hands beneath the folds of her dress as her future pans out at her father's bidding, trying to ignore it. Shrugging uncharacteristically, she finally admits, "Probably. But not from Joffrey. He won't do anything now Father's here."