Lone Wolf || Tyrion Lannister

Chapter Twenty Two

When they woke up, Tyrion set about the task of setting up a lunch between him, Anari, and Jaime. When Anari had stated that she and Jaime wished to meet properly and to know one another better, Tyrion had been hesitant to help. Not because he didn't want them to get along, it was just that he was concerned as to how that was going to go.

Considering Jaime had attacked Anari's father in the market only to be captured by Anari's brother and set free by her mother. However, Anari had explained that she was willing to put all that in the past, as she needed more allies. If she had Jaime at least in good standings with her, then perhaps he could help her and Sana stay safe.

Tyrion went over the details with Anari that morning before he set to work on scheduling it with Jaime as well. Of course, he had also agreed to be in attendance so that it wouldn't be too awkward a meal. However, when they arrived and sat down, there was nothing but awkward silence.

Anari sipped from her goblet of wine as she looked down at her plate of food. She wasn't quite sure what she could say to break the silence. Deciding he had had enough, it was Tyrion who broke the silence. "Your new hand," he said to Jaime. "It's nicer than the old one," he joked. "Wouldn't you agree, Anari?"

After setting down her goblet, Anari looked at Jaime's new hand. "Is it solid gold?" She questioned in curiosity. She was thankful Tyrion broke the silence, she wasn't sure if she would have been able to bear it any longer.

"Gilded steel," Jaime replied. Anari nodded in return as she ate a bit of the food brought before them. However, as they began to lapse into silence once more, Anari took it upon herself to speak up.

"Surely there is something we can talk about," she stated, looking between the two. "I do not see why we need to sit around in silence."

"What is there to really talk about?" Jaime questioned quietly. "I've committed crimes against your family before coming back here."

"You and my brother were at war," Anari replied. "You fought against him and you were captured. My mother must have had a good reason to set you free." She concluded. However, before Jaime could speak again, Anari already knew what he was going to say. "As for the incident with my father," she began. "I now see that you were acting out of frustration; my mother had taken Tyrion hostage during that time, and had I heard something like that happening to my siblings, I'm sure I would have reacted similarly."

Jaime was stunned by her words, not having expected Anari of all people to be willing to almost forgive him for what had happened. Glancing at Tyrion, Jaime was only met with a knowing look as Tyrion smirked faintly at what his wife had said.

She spoke wiser than her years, and Jaime could see no lie or doubt in her eyes. Anari ate a piece of bread that was on her plate before taking another sip of her wine. This time, she allowed for the silence to linger, as she was sure Jaime needed a moment to process what she had said.

While she didn't quite forgive him, Anari was willing to move forward. Dwelling too hard on the past wasn't going to help anyone. Once more, though, it was Tyrion who spoke as he noticed that Jaime hadn't even touched his food. "You're not eating," he stated. "Why is no one eating? It took me quite some time to convince my wife to eat, and now my brother starves himself."

Jaime was surprised to hear that Anari's eating habits had changed, but he supposed that was how she coped with her grief. "I'm not hungry," he replied quietly.

"You lost a hand, not a stomach," Tyrion argued. "Try the boar," he suggested. "Cersei can't get enough of it since one killed Robert for her." At that, Anari looked up from her plate to glare lightly at Tyrion while shaking her head. His joke was in poor taste, especially since Robert was friends with her father.