The Lion and the Warrior

I Am Yours

Jaime and Brienne chose to have a private wedding ceremony on the main balcony at sunset. The sky looked like a beautiful work of art with wispy clouds in shades of pink, purple and deep blue - a reflection from the orangey-pink sun. A breeze cooled the warm summer air, and waves lapped the shore below.

Jaime stood on the balcony with the maester and his brother Tyrion, who came from Kings Landing to be part of the ceremony. Brienne was in a room with Sansa who came to help her choose a suitable dress and assist with just a bit of makeup. She was very excited for her friend.

Sansa brushed a bit of pink across Brienne's cheeks, "Lady Brienne, Ser Jaime has arranged for a special guest to be here with you today," she said.

Before Brienne could ask who, the heavy door opened and a man entered the room. Brienne turned around to see her father standing before her. He was taller than Brienne, with white hair, a white beard, and light blue eyes. His body was solid and strong.

"My little girl." He said.

"Maybe not so little, dad." She said, running into his arms. "I can't believe you're here."

"Neither can I, love. I have missed you more than you can ever know."

"Me too."

"No tears today, Brienne, you will mess up your face." Sansa stated sternly.

"My darling, you really look beautiful. Are you ready for this? Are you ready to be the Kingslayer's bride?" Selwyn asked his only child.

"I believe I am."

Together, they walked to the verandah where Jaime waited in a red jacket embroidered with a small gold lion on the right breast and gold buttons from his chest to his knees. His hair was cut neatly shorter and he was clean shaven. He watched closely as his bride walked closer to him. She was absolutely glowing and beautiful in her flowing, gold dress, with her loose, light golden waves now slightly past her shoulders. Jaime had never seen Brienne with her face done. But, neither had Brienne. Her cheeks were rosier, her eyes looked bluer, her lashes seemed longer, and her lips appeared full and red. He couldn't wait to kiss them. He found her more beautiful than ever and she knew that he liked what he saw; but she was so thankful that he fell in love with her for who she was and without the make-up.

"Jaime...are you sure about this?" Tyrion asked, hesitantly.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

Jaime took Brienne's hand in his. "You look...stunning."

"Thank you." she whispered, beaming with pride.

As the sun sank into the sea, they said their vows in unison, "I am yours and you are mine, from this day, until the end of the end of my days." They kissed.

Tyrion smiled in true happiness for his brother. He looked over at Sansa who was once his own bride. She had become a bit teary-eyed, as did Selwyn, Brienne and even Jaime.

They celebrated with dinner, and the wine and ale flowed all night. It was a true celebration full of happiness and laughter. Everyone could see how in love Jaime and Brienne were. Sansa could see that Jaime was a very different man than what she previously thought. He had changed and she sincerely hoped that he would continue to make Brienne happy.

Selwyn had his fears and doubts but he knew his daughter was intelligent and Jaime's love for his daughter seemed sincere. After all, marrying Brienne couldn't give him anymore than he had already or could gain on his own. He kept her close to him all night; his arm always around her or her hand in his. The look in Jaime's eyes when he looked at Brienne really said it all.

Tyrion knew his brother well. He knew his secret with Cersei. But he never saw Jaime look at Cersei the way he looked at Brienne. He was looking forward to the birth of his new niece or nephew and was incredibly happy that his brother was really going to have the chance to actually be a father.

Brienne was still in disbelief that she was someone's wife. But was it so unbelievable that she married Jaime Lannister after all? At times, it seemed they were born to be together. They were both fierce warriors having each served as members of a king's guard - Jaime being named as Lord Commander. They were loyal and honorable. Imagine the legacy they will leave behind.

Jaime was ready to move on with his life with Brienne and their new baby. He was with someone who understood and accepted him and trusted him. He was in love with his wife and already in love with their baby.

Music played softly in the background and Jaime just wanted his wife in his arms, "Would you care to dance with me, my lady?" Jaime asked. His bride stood and took has hand.

Music played softly while they danced in each other's arms. It felt as though everyone else melted away and they were the only two people in existence. "Well, this is a surprise. Ser Jaime Lannister is a married man," she said.

"I don't know that anyone is as surprised as me," he laughed.

"For me too. I never thought I'd be married. But you...you're the most handsome man in Westeros."

"And I am all yours."

"And I am yours."

"Always."