Ser Jaime Didn't Die Protecting His Queen

In Which Jaime Makes Peace With Everyone

"So you're telling me that you serve the Starks now?"

"Bran Stark, yes"

"And that somehow good Lady Brienne has forgiven you?"

"Ser Brienne, and I believe you repeated what I said, but yes"

His little brother laughed, it was hard to see his face from all his messy and unwashed facial hair, besides the strong smell he expired, but Jaime had never been happier to see his brother, it was not the first time Tyrion had survived an unavoidable death but perhaps this would be the last one. Peace at last in Westeros.

The Northerners offered Tyrion oversized clothing while they had his actual clothes cleaned, Samwell Tarly made sure he was not injured.

"You will need to eat and regain strength, but aside from a new scar on your face, I would say you are in perfect state Lord Tyrion" Samwell announced

"Oh great news," Tyrion cried "the ladies won't be able to resist me now"

The three of them laughed until Jon Snow entered the tent, he hadn't received the treatment Tyrion had but somehow seemed worse. His once strong figure was now slim and his gaze had darkened. Samwell Tarly almost ran to help him take off his dirty clothing.

"We will leave you now," Tyrion told them "thank you... both of you"

Sam nodded and Jon Snow didn't seem to hear him, but as they were leaving Jaime felt Jon's hand squeeze his arm.

"I've been told you have sworn yourself to Bran" Jon spoke.

"I have, Your Grace" Jaime answered.

Jon drew a painful smile "I'm no King, but Bran is, and I want nothing more than peace, but if you ever do anything to harm him, I will summon every single of the Free Folk and kill you, understood?"

Jaime bit his tongue from any snarky remark, he understood the Northerners, he understood everyone doubting him, he would prove them wrong, and he would not be remembered as a Kingslayer.

"Understood" he repeated, Jon let him go.

Tyrion shared a small glance with him and they both left the place.

"He's been through quite the suffering," his brother apologized on Jon's behalf "he's a good man"

"I know" Jaime answered "and I would have done the same if my brother's sworn sword was called a 'Kingslayer'"

"To your defense, you didn't know Brandon Stark would be named King"

The two laughed despite themselves and began walking.

"Jaime" his brother suddenly called him "where are we?"

"On the North of Kingslanding, not too far from the city, or where it used to be"

Tyrion stopped walking and pointed at the air "There it was, wasn't it? The Tower of the Hand"

There was nothing there, after all those years of living in the Red Keep he had never paid much mind to its surroundings, somehow it had never felt like his home, he wondered if he had ever truly had one.
"I suppose it is" he lied "I should get back to Bran, you can have my tent. I'll lead you to it"

"Where will you sleep?"

Jaime let out a chuckle and Tyrion soon joined.

As they entered the tent, Jaime was taken aback seeing young honorable Podrick sitting on his bed.

"Pod" Tyrion called him cheerfully "good to see you, glad we are both alive"

Podrick stood up "It's good to see you too, Lord Tyrion"