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Chapter 3

She was going to die. He contemplated the fire and then looked at Brienne on the bed. He had a good woman. She was his and only his. Jaime however could not stop thinking about Cersei alone half a continent away. There was also the possibility that she could survive. Cersei and their child could survive. He could travel and take her away. They would go to Essos and raise their child.

Jaime sat there imagining a world where he could be happy with Cersei and their unborn child. Jaime dressed. He had feverish thoughts that if he left at that moment, he could find a way to reach the Red Keep and take her away. He glanced at Brienne once more and turned to leave. He stopped to think once more. What was he doing? Cersei needed him. He had to go. He looked at Brienne one last time. She moaned and opened her eyes.

"What are you doing?" She rasped. "Come back to bed." She whispered.

"I can't. I have to go." Jaime said simply.

Brienne stood up and faced him. "You are not like her. You are better than that."

Jaime shook his head, "I am not. You think I am a good man."

Brienne blinked at him. "But you are."

He confessed his crimes. Jaime could see her cringe but then she composed herself. "You are not that man anymore. You are good, you fought for the living beside me. You are that Jaime. Please do not do this. I could not forgive you if you left now."

Jaime's heart broke a little, "you are better off without me."

Brienne shook her head, "I love you. You know I do. Jaime, we deserve to be happy. We could stay here, make a life here. I know you loved her but she is not good for you. There is no chance with her. There is chance with me here."

Jaime looked into her eyes and knew that she was correct. Cersei and him were done. There was nothing he could do anymore. Whatever they had was twisted from the beginning. Brienne was here, she brought the good out of him.

"Jaime please." Brienne continued.

"She will die and I don't know if there is a world possible where I live and Cersei does not." Jaime told her honestly.

Brienne hugged him. "There is. It's a world with you and me together." She undid his clothes and held him as he reminisced about his childhood.

"She was not all bad. We were happy when we were young. We were happy, mother was alive and father was away at King's Landing. Mother was pregnant with Tyrion. We were all just fine. Cersei and I wondered about our baby brother what he or she would be like. Cersei wanted a sister. I wanted a brother. It all changed that night when mother gave birth. The septas kept us away and father did not leave his solar until very early the next morning. Our mother was dying. Cersei prayed and prayed to have our mother back. I knew it would not happen. Of course I knew but I want along with her. I loved Tyrion from the moment I laid eyes on him. He was my baby brother. Cersei hated him. It was the end of it, with mother gone there was nothing more. Father did not even try. We were by ourselves. I know it is not an excuse but it felt as if Cersei and I were all we had. I didn't have Tyrion until he was older by then it was too late. Cersei and I were already mad for each other." He told her everything.

Jaime spent hours explaining how he went to King's Landing for Cersei and their history there. The birth of each of his children. Cersei's refusal to let him see them and take an interest in them. "Tyrion saw them more than I did. Lest we raise any suspicions. I should have taken an interest in Joffrey. I should have taught him. Maybe he would not have not turned like he did. Myrcella knew, by the end she knew that she was mine. She died in my arms. Tommen, my last boy. Cersei never fully explained. He was good, he was the gentlest. He was the kindest, I could not believe that something so good came out of us."

Brienne listened to him until the early hours of the next day. He drifted to sleep and refused to get up from bed when Brienne asked him if he wanted to have dinner at the hall with Sansa. It was the last thing that Jaime wanted to do. He would not see that little bitch's smug face.

Jaime refused. Brienne was reluctant to leave him alone. "I will not leave. It would be useless now. The Dragon queen surely stormed the city by now."

Jaime stayed in bed and only stood up to use the chamber pot. He did not eat anything for that whole day and night. Brienne stood by him silently.

It could have been three days or a fortnight for all Jaime knew but the news arrived. Brienne woke him up.

"Tyrion sent a raven. They found her under the rubble, alone." Brienne said and Jaime cried like a lost child. There was no shame with Brienne. She held him to her. Jaime wept for hours, he was angry at himself, felt guilt for not going but above else he felt an emptiness that he did not think he would ever stop feeling.

Jaime stayed in their keep for two weeks. He ate but barely left that keep. Brienne tried to comfort him. He sought her at night. He took her every night, it was the only time he felt something other than grief and pain. She accepted him without fail. She let him set the pace. Jaime tried to convey how much he needed her, how grateful he was to have her there now.

Tyrion came to see him. His brother hugged him. "What happened to her remains?" He had not stopped thinking about that.

"I took them. She's buried in the West with our mother." Tyrion said and served himself some wine.

"Why are you here?" Jaime spat and served himself some wine.

"You are my brother. I came to see you." Tyrion replied.

"I heard about your queen. She burned the city down, all those people Tyrion. Is this what you wanted? I thought you believed in her." Jaime asked him savagely.

"I still believe in her." Tyrion said quietly. "She sits at her throne. She will rebuild the city. All she needs is time."

Jaime could not care less about the reign of Daenerys Targaryen whatever number of her name she was."

"We are the last of the Lannisters. You are older than me and currently not part of the queensguard." Tyrion began.

"I doubt that she would want a one armed knight who killed her father." Jaime drank more of his wine.

"Jaime, you are considered heir apparent to the West." Tyrion continued.

Jaime frowned and poured more wine. "She sent you to neutralize me."

Tyrion laughed, a cynical little laugh. "She has a dragon and nothing to fear from you. She appointed me and my future children to Casterly Rock and the West."

Jaime shook his head, "she is deranged and you know it."

His younger brother looked away. "She needs counsel. If you had seen her rule over Meereen. She needs time."

"Why have you left her?" Jaime asked him. "The city must be in shambles. You have seven kingdoms to help rule. Go forth." He said and opened the door for his little brother.

Tyrion left the next morning. Brienne let him for the next few weeks. He picked up news here and there. Jon Snow was not a Snow but a Targaryen, the true born son of Rhaegar and Lyanna. Daenerys was said to be sick. She was weak and bedridden. Jon Targaryen did not leave her side. The mother of dragons died two weeks after she burned King's Landing. Jon Targaryen, First of His name, king and protector of the Seven Kingdoms rose and laid order across the realms.

Jaime was numb to all of it. All of it was insignificant. His days blended together seamlessly. He was sleepy most of the time but left their quarters every day. He trained with Brienne in the early afternoons and then walked around the castle. He avoided everyone and they returned the favor. It was a cycle of listlessness until one night when he sought Brienne and she of course yielded but he realized something.

Jaime thrust inside her and kissed her neck. He came inside her and then laid by her side. Brienne hissed and massaged her breasts. Jaime looked at her. He cupped her left breast and noticed that it was heavier. Brienne swatted his hand away. "They hurt."

Jaime looked at her with fear. She was with child, there was no other explanation. She had not bleed ever since they met. Brienne always welcomed him inside of her. He slowly moved the furs away from her. "It is very cold Jaime." She shivered, Brienne was toned, she had a strong body, in her middle there was a softness that was not there before.

"Your belly is softer." He said and touched her there.

Brienne frowned and blushed, "well, I have not trained properly and…" He kissed belly. He could not help but kiss it. He felt something other than dread for the first time.

"We have to leave this place." He said and smiled at her.

Brienne smiled. "It's the first time you've smiled since it happened."

Jaime nodded and kissed between her breasts. "We have to go to Tarth before it gets too cold to travel and we are trapped in this cold wasteland."

Brienne frowned and sat up. "I told you. I promised to take care of Sansa."

Jaime shook his head. "We have to go, you are carrying our child and this is not a place for me anymore."

Brienne laughed. "I am not with child."

Jaime frowned, "but you are. The tender breasts, the belly, you have not bled for months."

"I do not bleed often but that does not mean I am expecting a child." Brienne retorted.

"It means exactly that." Jaime put on his pants and made for the door.

"This is madness. Where are you going?" Brienne asked after he rushed out.

Jaime was full of feverish energy. He asked around until he found the maester. "Ser Brienne needs you."

The man went with him reluctantly. "She is with child, examine her." Jaime said.

The older man frowned and began asking questions.

"Are you a maiden?" The man asked.

"No, you imbecile. She is not, she carries my child." Jaime erupted.

Brienne looked mortified and tried to put on a robe. "My lady…"

"Ser, she is a Ser." Jaime corrected.

"Ser Brienne, may you accept the examination." The maester addressed her once more.

Brienne looked at him with pleading eyes. "I will not stop until you acquiesce."

The woman glared at him and uncovered. She was red to the tips of her blond hair. The maester touched her belly and then asked more questions.

"No, she has not bleed for months." Jaime supplied "and her breasts are tender and swollen." Jaime looked at her and smiled.

The maester asked about moontea. "No, I have not drunk any." Brienne looked away.

"And you lay with this man often?" The maester looked equally uncomfortable.

"Every night without fail." Jaime said honestly.

"Ser, you are with child. I have to admit that I am surprised you have not suffered any sickness yet." The maester said.

"She is with child. Is she not?" Jaime doubted for the first time.

"She is." The man said and made to leave.

Brienne gasped and looked confused. Jaime grabbed her hands and kissed them. "You see why we have to leave."

"The baby will be a Lannister. We have to leave as soon as possible." Jaime said and kissed her face. "Say something." He continued. "I know that it is a lot Brienne."

"I do not know how to be a mother." Brienne whispered.

"You'll learn." He said reassuringly.

"What if it is a girl. I know nothing of dresses." Brienne said quickly.

Jaime smiled. "You'll love her."

Brienne hugged him. "Tarth. We have to go there."

"It's what I thought. We have to marry first. I doubt your father will be pleased that I impregnated her sole heir without marrying her." Jaime kissed her hands.

"Jaime, you don't have to." She began.

Jaime kissed her gently and caressed her face. "Nonsense. I stayed didn't I."

Brienne looked away, "you are not here really. Your body is, but you are away, away with her." Brienne said sadly.

He kicked himself for being so selfish and out of touch with reality. He was going to be a father once again. Only this time it was a good thing, provided Brienne accepted marriage.

"I am sorry. I behaved like a complete idiot. I am here now, and I am with you at every single step. We can do whatever you want, stay go, marry, live together but hear me out. I am not happy here, our child is a Lannister. We don't do well North, just like Starks don't do well South. We have to think of our baby now. He or she is the potential heir to the West and Tarth. I rather we go to Tarth than the West."

"Not West. I don't want her to live there." Brienne replied.

Jaime nodded. "We have to marry as well. She cannot be a bastard. Bastards do not inherit lands Brienne."

She agreed. "We'll board a ship as soon as we can. We have to get Evenfall Hall as soon as possible." Brienne replied.

Jaime kissed her lips and then moved to her belly. He worshiped her that night and all the nights that followed.

There were no goodbyes for him. Podrick declined going to Tarth. He headed back to Kingslanding to work for Tyrion. Brienne said her goodbyes but did not cry. Sansa wished her farewell and promised to always welcome her. The redhead gave him a glare as parting gift.

Selwyn Tarth was not fond of him but accepted the marriage and made sure that it was officiated the night they arrived. No dressed for Brienne although she was showing more and her usual clothes did not fit her anymore. Her shirts had to be looser on account of their baby.

Jaime kissed her savagely once they were alone in her quarters. Brienne responded in kind. They fell to her bed. "I never thought I would do anything like this in my own bed." She gasped when he undid the laces in her trousers. Jaime fingered her, and kissed the side of her neck. He laughed when she asked him to be quiet.

"It's the wedding night. How else is the castle going to know that you are a bedded woman?" Jaime laughed uproariously.

Brienne laughed too but then moaned when he entered her. He was fast with her, Brienne orgasmed quicker now that she was with child and wanted rougher most of the time as well. He moved in and out of her until they were sweaty and sore. Jaime smiled brilliantly at her.

He grew used to Tarth. It was a quiet and beautiful place. It helped that Brienne looked more beautiful than ever. Her belly swelled and she was forced to use gowns now. She favored blues and light greens that just fell over her body. They were lighter than anything he had seen other women wear. Jaime caressed her belly every night and felt the baby kick and wave at all times. Brienne and him discussed baby names until they were both tired. They decided on Joanna for a girl and Selwyn if it was a boy.

They would end up using both names. It was early morning when it happened. Jaime trained while Brienne watched from the sidelines. She could of course not train anymore but liked to watch and offer advice. Jaime fought off a young man. He was becoming adept but would never be as good as he was.

He blocked a sword when he realized that Brienne was quiet. He looked for her and found her grimacing and clutching her belly. "Is it time?" Jaime asked.

There were some false alarms before. It would be any day now. Brienne looked ready to burst, her belly was the biggest he'd seen on any woman carrying a child. He of course kept that to himself.

"I think it is." She said and clutched her belly once more.

The stable boy looked uneasy, "Help me with ser Brienne." Jaime barked. They made it to some quarters near the armory. Brienne broke waters and could not bear the pain of climbing stairs. The maester and a septa were there.

"My lord, it would be best if you waited outside." The maester said. "Perhaps hunt with Lord Selwyn." The septa offered.

Jaime laughed, "absolutely not."

"There is too many people inside. It will not be good for the mother or the baby." The unpleasant woman said.

Jaime looked at Brienne who was frightened. "Which Septa are you?"

"Roelle." The woman replied.

Brienne let out a scream as the pain progressed.

"Hush, you silly child." The septa admonished.

Jaime frowned, "Leave at once." Jaime roared.

He moved to be by Brienne's side and helped her. He held her hand as she screamed and cried.

"Push my lady." The maester said after two hours of excruciating pain.

"Ser, she is a knight of the Seven Kingdoms." Jaime kissed her brow when she smiled.

"Push ser Brienne." The man said.

Brienne let out a mixture of a growl and cry and soon there was the shrill cries of a baby. "A baby girl." The maester proclaimed.

"There something on her leg, another hand. Another babe." The man said.

Jaime looked away from his wife and to his daughter.

"I have to push again." Brienne said and pushed once more. Jaime heard his son's piercing cry next.

"We have to health babes." Jaime said with tears on his eyes. The septas cleaned the babies. He looked at them as Brienne pushed the after birth. Jaime was in love with his children. Brienne took their daughter.

"She will be beautiful." Brienne said with a smile.

"She looks like you." Jaime said when they swapped babies.

"Don't say horrible things like that." Brienne replied.

Jaime frowned at her, "She will have your eyes, and will be as beautiful as you are." Jaime kissed her lips.

"I do not think she looks like a Joanna." Brienne said timidly.

"What would you call her?" Jaime asked while counting Selwyn's fingers.

"Myrcella." She said with a small smile.

"I love you." He told her and he meant it. Brienne was the best thing that ever happened to her. Her and the children were all he needed. Jaime looked into their little faces and hoped that they had their mother's blue eyes. He swore at that moment to protect and watch over them. He would make sure that his children lived well.