The Lion and the Warrior

100 Gold Dragons

The moon was full and bright white, peaking through Jaime and Brienne's window. It sent a shimmer across the couple, wrapped in each other's arms in their giant bed, big enough for six.

"This is happening so fast," Brienne said to Jaime.

"What is?"

"James and Rhaella."

Jaime laughed, "If you ask the two of them, it's not happening fast enough."

"They are barely 16."

"They are in love. If I could have married you when you were 16, I would have."

She glared at him. "I would have!"

"Piss off." She rolled her eyes.

"That really hurt. I am going to let that go and say that's pregnancy hormones talking."

He barely finished his sentence when she reached down and grabbed his thigh applying ferocious pressure and nearly bruising him. "OH GODS, BLOODY FUCK! BRIENNE! I am sorry! I am sorry, what the fuuuuuuu...leeetttt goooo!"

He sat up and before he could catch his breath, his wife profusely apologized, "I am so, so, so sorry love. I didn't meeeeannn thaaaaaaaat, FUCK!"

"Bri! What in seven hells..." and then he felt it, the wetness seeping all throughout the bed and onto his linen pants..."Bri! This is it! Oh gods! The boys! James! Eliana, I have to get the children!"

"Jaime! You have to get the Maester."

"Right! The Maester."

"Love?" she called to him.

"Yeah?" He kissed her feverishly.

"Love!" she needed to get his attention.

"Yeah?"

"You're all wet, change your pants first," she laughed at him as he fumbled around having lost his mind.

"Right then. I'll do that," he began walking in circles looking everywhere but in the right place for a new set of pants.

"Jai! In the drawer, love. Come on now!"

Jaime quickly changed his pants and ran to get Samwell. As he headed out the door, Brienne let out a cry, but she muffled it with the pillow.

"I will be really fast, Brienne, I promise."

"Jaime...go!" she called out into the pillow.

He bolted out the door and down the winding staircase. He knocked on Samwell's door until he finally answered a whole minute later.

"Ser Jaime. I take it our Lord Commander's water has broken."

"Yes, a lot."

"I will be right up."

"Okay." Jaime stood there waiting.

"Ser Jaime?" Samwell began, "I just need a moment to get dressed. I'm sure it would be helpful to Lady Brienne if you got back to her. I won't be but a moment."

"Oh, right! But you'll hurry?"

"Yes, I won't be but a moment."

Jaime ran back up to his room and found Brienne pacing.

"Sam is coming. He is getting dressed and he will be right up."

"Okay. Okay. I am timing the contractions and they are two minutes apart now. The pain is really, really getting intense."

"Well, you're doing great, my love," he walked over and took her hand. No sooner than he did, a wave of pain took over her. She didn't scream, she didn't wimper; she remained the stoic warrior she was born to be. She squeezed her husband's hand with intensity, and brought him to his knees.