The morning after his first night with Alice, Jaime sits in the great hall with his brother Tyrion, his twin sister Queen Cersei and two of Cersei's children, prince Tommen and princess Myrcella.
- Hope you enjoyed the gift I gave you, the little nordic maiden, Tyrion says between mouthfulls of bacon, bread, eggs and ale.
- She ain't a maiden no more, and I enjoyed her very much, she was very skilled, dispite not having had a man before, Jaime says with a smirk. I'm keeping her as my bedslave.
- Mistress, you mean, and I would have too, she is a fine little thing, Tyrion says. If I didn't have a wife that was more than enough for me between the pelts, I would have kept her for myself.
- Oh, I know you would, little brother, Jaime says with a smile.
- What does our dear father say about this? Tyrion asked, but he already knew what lord Tywin would say when or if he heard that his golden son Jaime had taken a bastard girl as a mistress, and it wouldn't be kind words, Tyrion knew that all too well.
After breakfast, Jaime goes back to his chambers where Alice is waiting for him.
- My love, I must talk to you about something, Jaime said.
- What, my lion? Alice asked as she pulled him down on top of herself in the big bed.
- The thing is...I am off to war...and I want you with me, Jaime said.
- If that's your wish, mi'lord, I will come with you, Alice said.
- That is my wish, Jaime said. Cause I don't just want you with me, I need you with me.
