Ser Jaime Didn't Die Protecting His Queen

In Which Jaime Is The Hand

"Your Majesty" he greeted Bran with a curtsy

"Ser Jaime" the boy answered emotionlessly

"I hope you had a nice evening with your siblings yesterday"

"They spoke about the future"

"And were they correct?" He joked playfully

"No one is" he answered and tilted his head "you want to tell me something"

He felt strange knowing Bran most likely knew what he was about to tell him and possibly every single thing he had done since he woke up "I do, I asked Ser Brienne to marry me and she agreed to it. I wanted to have your permission"

"I appreciate it and allow it"

"Thank you, Your Grace" he cleared his throat and moved on with subjects regarding the Kingdom "I am no expert in this but I believe you must find a Hand and a place to Rule until the Red Keep is rebuilt, that if you wish to do so. Not all of the structure was destroyed or has collapsed, but I don't think it's safe either, I could send some men and a Maester to evaluate it"

Bran nodded "Where would you suggest I rule meanwhile?"

"Well we are approximately at the same height as Casterly Rock although I advise you completely against it, no one wants to do anything with the Lannisters and I don't blame them for it. High Garden is a possibility, and I believe Willas Tyrell would be more than welcoming if having you as a guest would mean more attention to the Reach, there is always Riverrun, who is now under the Lordship of Bronn of the Black Waters....he could be taken care of"

Bran nodded, mostly to himself "Do send men and Maesters for the Red Keep, it will be rebuilt, not as it was before, but more functional, smaller. I will rule in Riverrun meanwhile, the people who fought for the Tully's deserve a sense of justice after what Walder Frey did to their lands"

"Very well, Your Grace, shall I tell the Lord and her Grace?"

"Not yet, I must choose people for my small Council first" he spoke

He wondered who would he choose, most likely Jon Snow and Ser Davos, he might even consider Tyrion.
"Alright, shall I leave you to it?"

"No, Ser Jaime. I want you to be my Hand"

He blinked, not once but twice, three times, four, had he not heard right? Was he going deaf or mad? Was this some sweet revenge?
"Why?" That was all he managed to say

"Poetic justice, don't you think?" Bran smiled and yet his eyes didn't.

Jaime opened his mouth, he had so many questions and somehow he knew Bran was serious, how could he be though?

The tent opened and Sansa entered, elegant as ever and her eyes shining, the girl had never looked more alive.

"Your Grace" he greeted her with a curtsy

Sansa smiled at him "Ser Jaime"

He was most definitely going mad, Sansa Stark loathed him with all her heart, she couldn't stand to be in his presence and now she even offered him a smile!

"We will speak later, Ser Jaime" Bran said to him

He nodded and curtsied again before leaving the tent.
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Sansa hugged Bran, she was used to not receiving a response from him, but she wanted him to feel loved, she was sure a part of him was still there, however small it was.

"Your Grace" she called him by his new title making a special remark

"Queen Sansa" he responded, a small hint of a smile on his face, that was enough for her.