Six months later

Looking over the beach beneath the Rock, Jaime could just about narrow his eyes and see the sight of his daughter wandering along the sand, Jon Snow by her side. Jaime had commented that it felt odd to have a man from the North down at the Rock. He half expected him to combust underneath the sun. Elena had hit her husband around the arm, telling him to keep quiet as he let a cocky smirk form on his lips at his own wit.

"I need to speak with you," Elena said once she had found him outside of the library and on the balcony. "I trust you know that this could change things?"

Jaime scoffed, turning to lean against the balcony, folding his arms and creasing his leather jerkin in the process as he arched a brow, his gaze settling on his wife as she lifted her skirts up and climbed to sit on the wall of the balcony, Jaime moving to put an arm behind her to make sure she did not topple backwards.

"I doubt it," Jaime answered her as she ran a hand along his shoulder. "Jon Snow being the son of a Targaryen and a Stark changes nothing…besides…he has insisted that he wishes to be known as a Stark. His father…well…Ned was a Stark."

"That is just odd," Elena spoke. "How could Ned Stark have kept a secret like that for all of those years?"

"What concerns me more is how Lord Baelish knew the secret," Jaime mused. "Mind you, that man had spies everywhere. Nothing should shock me about him, except for the fact that he is Lord of Harrenhall."

"Who cares about Littlefinger?" Elena said, rolling her eyes. "I know that Jon has insisted that this changes nothing, but it has to change something if the new Queen dies without having any children. Jon would be the rightful heir to the Iron Throne then."

"He does not want it," Jaime said. "Have you seen him? He is happy ruling over Winterfell. He is a man who is not filled with the need to have power. No, he is certainly different to the majority of the Lannisters."

Elena bit down on her lip, squeezing Jaime's shoulder as she remembered what had happened three months earlier. She felt nothing for the woman who had been condemned to death. She had caused so many deaths by her own hand. She would have had Elena killed all those years ago when she attempted to assassinate her while Jaime was gone.

"Sorry," Jaime mumbled. "I know I agreed not to think about her."

"No," Elena said as Jaime picked her hand up, kissing her knuckles tenderly as he looked to her with a sad smile. "I mean…I know you do not love her-"

"-No," Jaime interrupted, shaking his head and moving to take his wife's waist, letting her part her legs as he stepped in between them, their chests brushing as Elena let her hands tussle into his hair. "I do not wish to speak of her or think of her. Her fate has been determined and no matter how many letters she writes…I will not fight on her behalf. I have too much to lose."

"You don't know how relieved I am to hear that," Elena said, her warm breath hitting his cheek as she smiled and kissed him tenderly, the motion enough to make Jaime move his hands up her sides and to her neck, cupping her head tenderly as his fingers lost themselves in her hair.

"Should I come back later when you two have stopped acting like Jon and Joanna?"

Elena pulled her lips from Jaime as he moved to her side, helping her down from the wall as they saw Harrold stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, his arms folded over his chest. He had a brow arched and a look of amusement sat on his face as he looked between his parents.

"What is it, love?" Elena asked of her son.

"I just wished to inform you that I will not be dining with you tonight," he declared. "Me and some members of the guard are going to Lannisport…there's a tavern there they want to take me to."

Ever since their return to Casterly Rock, Harrold had found himself training with the Lannister guard there. He had fitted in well with the younger members, becoming friends with them and spending his spare time around them. He was also proving himself to be a formidable swordsman, almost as good as his father had been when he had both of his hands. Then again, Jaime had been training him too.

"A tavern in Lannisport," Elena mused, a coy smile coming over her face. "Tell me, do you think Beatrice will be visiting, Jaime?"

Jaime let his lips cock upwards then as Harrold rolled his eyes and shook his head. Jaime chuckled, moving to slip an arm over his wife's shoulders as they teased their son mercilessly.

"I do not know," Jaime said. "Perhaps she might be…"

"Stop it," Harrold pleaded with his parents. "Beatrice and I are just friends. She's…well…"

Beatrice Hornwood had travelled to Casterly Rock with her father to meet Jon during his stay there, pledging their allegiance to House Stark as they travelled to King's Landing for the great tourney. However, Beatrice Hornwood had stayed at the Rock after asking her father's permission. Of course, Jaime and Elena had noticed the glances her and their son had been exchanging. Beatrice was a kind girl, but she had not been scared to challenge Harrold. Besides, she was proving that she was also quite skilled with a bow and arrow, claiming that it was a hazard of living in the North. Harrold had seemed besotted with her, often wandering the gardens and speaking with her or sneaking off to the library on the western side of the castle.

"Of course," Elena said, her tone still one of teasing. "But yes, go tonight if you wish. Just make sure you look after Beatrice. She is in our care, after all."

"Yes."

"So she is going this evening?" Jaime clocked on and Harrold sent a glare to his father who shrugged in response. "You incriminated yourself, son."

"Fine," Harrold held his hands up and backed out from the balcony as Elena and Jaime laughed, watching him go along with his blushing red cheeks.

Moving to pat Jaime on the arm as she turned around to look over the sea, Jaime managed to calm his chuckles, his arm slipping around her waist as he felt her head go to rest on his shoulder. Closing her eyes, Elena felt content as he kissed her on the top of her head and she knew that there could be no more trials for them to face or hurdles they had to overcome.

"It seems everyone is rather happy," Jaime mumbled against her hair.

"A novelty, isn't it?" Elena mumbled back to him. "But not a horrible one. Maybe this is it, Jaime? Maybe…after everything…the Gods are finally giving us a favour."

"It's about bloody time," Jaime grunted and Elena chuckled again.

"Wouldn't that be nice?" Elena sighed and Jaime looked down to his wife, thinking of everything he had put her through. Yet she still stood by his side. She still remained with him.

Smiling, Jaime kept his eyes on her, "Very nice, indeed."

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A/N: AND THAT IS IT! We have finished. Everyone had a nice happy ending, which only felt right! Thank you so much to everyone who has stuck by this story since the beginning, it's been a long time. Do leave me one final comment and thanks again for reading.