Solace: Jaime Lannister [ENDED]

Chapter Five: Fall of a Tyrant

Warnings: angst, graphic torture scene, mild smut

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"I should've been there to protect you! I should've stayed!" he exclaimed.

"Enough, don't start with this again. I chose this fate. Besides now that you are here, I already feel better. I know everything will be alright." you said and kissed him.

Jaime laid down and scooted closer to you. He put his handless arm around your waist and caressed your head with his hand until you both fell asleep.

Jaime wasn't worried to get caught with you, he was an early bird so he would make sure you would be back in your quarters before anyone would notice.

Little did they know, a servant had heard everything and reported to Cersei immediately.

A FEW DAYS LATER

Jaime, although still depressed at the loss of his sword hand, soon found a way to feel useful once more. Thanks to Cersei, he now had a golden hand. Every day he would train with Bronn, and to be honest he was getting better, mentally, physically and at fighting.

He presented you to Brienne of Tarth and you immediately liked her; she was a strong woman who didn't give a shit about what other people thought. You admired her for that.

Lately, Jaime and Cersei spent a lot of time together for the preparation of Joffrey's wedding. At first, you were worried Cersei would try to get information as to why he kept rejecting her advances. You knew he wouldn't betray you, but you were afraid of what Cersei was capable of.

And finally came King Joffrey's wedding to Margery Tyrell...

The wedding was grand, worthy of a King, of a great King, which Joffrey was not. And although you were glad that Sansa did not have to marry him, a small part of you wept for Margery.

The day started on a great note but unfortunately ended on a bad one.

At the banquet, you were seated beside Lady Olenna Tyrell. You watched Joffrey as he humiliated his uncle. You watched as he choked and fell to the ground. You watched as Jaime rushed toward his son as his features contorted in worry and fear.

As Joffrey drew his last breath, he pointed at Tyrion just as he picked up the cup. Cersei, devastated and enraged by the loss of her son, had Tyrion arrested for the King's murder.

Fearing that your little sister would be accused of conspiracy, you forced yourself to detach your eyes from the lifeless body sprawled on the floor to look at your sister, only to find that she had disappeared.

A part of you was worried for Sansa, but you also hoped that wherever she was, she would be safer than in Cersei claws.

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After Joffrey's funeral, Jaime came to you desolated in your chambers. You could see it in his eyes, he felt responsible for his son's death. As soon as he closed the door, you enveloped him into a hug.

"It is my fault" Jaime whispered, as beads of tears started to fall.

Stepping back and grabbing his head between your hands so he would look at you straight in the eyes, you said: "No, it was not; there is nothing you could have done to prevent it".

"I am a Kingsguard, I a - was his father, I should have been here to protect him," he said resting his hands upon yours.

"Listen to me Jaime, no one could have prevented it, it wasn't your fault as much as it wasn't mine. I am sorry you lost a son, I can't imagine how hard it must be, but never think that you are responsible for his death," you said and then took his hand to lead him to your bed, where you both sat.