As requested a look at their adorable children.

Jaime stood over the courtyard trying to work the knot from his right shoulder. The morning chill made him stiff in his old age. He never expected to make it to sixty, he certainly would never have predicted he would be growing old on the isle of Tarth.

"Shut your mouth!" Tara Lannister was their second youngest, and the only child born without a twin. Even at the age of ten she stood quite tall, every bit the mirror of her beautiful mother. Valen, and Jonah were nearly grown men now, both large with golden hair, but Jonah stood a bit shorter with a frame more like his father.

"We're just saying you can't beat us, your just a child, not to mention a girl." Valen twirled his sword with a grave Jaime had once possessed.

"And your an idiot, so it's pretty even." She said as she hit him hard in the manhood with her wooden sword. Valen doubled over, clutching himself, and Jaime had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing.

"Gods Tara, we just thought it would be better for you to spar with Alyara, and Podwell since they don't have six years on you." Jonah helped Valen to his feet, brushing the dirt from his clothes.

"They don't want to fight me, Podwell is a shot swordsman, he just wants to read the books uncle Tyrion left him, and Alyara is mean for weeks when I beat her." She said, twirling her wooden sword like Valen had.

"Fine, you want to fight come on then." Jonah held his hands out waiting for her to strike. They were both well on the way to being knights, but Jonah was much faster of the two. Tara charged at him, and he danced around her without ever drawing his sword. The longer he deflected her, the angrier she became. Her strikes grew more fierce, but also wilder.

Eventually she struck true, hitting him in the shin. He growled, swinging around, and drawing his sword. It sliced through the heavy wooden sword in one swing. The sword she, like all her siblings, had carved herself.

"See, you can't beat us." Jonah turned and left with Valen, and Tara fell to the ground to reclaim the blade of her sword. She cried holding the pieces like the broken body of a loved one.

"You did quite well considering." Jaime said, drawing his own sword with his prosthetic hand. Gendry had made him one that could lock around a sword many years ago. He and Brienne were almost equals now, though that may have more to do with them both being quite old.

"They broke it!" She looked up with tears in her eyes. Jaime nodded, going over to the rack of weapons.

"Yes they did, but you'll be eleven years in the next few days, perhaps it's time you used a proper blade. That's what your mother did when she broke Jonah's sword." Jaime took a larger sword, similar to how she had carved her practice sword, even knowing how hard it would be for her to lift.

"Really?" She whispered , setting the sword pieces aside gently, and reached out to take the blade from him as if he might pull it away.

"Absolutely, you know Sir Podrick, and Lady Sansa are visiting at the end of the month, if you can wield it by then we may even ask Sir Podrick to train exclusively with you." He tapped his blade on the ground, signalling her to come at him. She swung the sword slow, but well, and Jaime was happy to go through the paced with her.

"You shouldn't grimace when you lunge, it gives away the game." He smiled, remembering his first fight with Brienne. She couldn't stop grimacing when she struck, so instead chose to grimace the entire time, and he couldn't help the small chuckle.

"Don't laugh at me! I'm going to be the greatest swordsman in the seven kingdoms one day!" She yelled, Jaime let her break his guard, moving only the barest amount to keep her from cutting him.

"Of that I have no doubt. Switch hands." He said, he had always made each of them fight with both hands from the moment they began to learn. Perhaps it was paranoia, but he never wanted them to suffer as he had.

"Can I ride North when I'm older, and fight with the wildlings? Alyara says they fight because their lives depend on it, and I want to be able to fight the way you need to like that, not just all the fancy stuff Jonah does like showing off with two swords." Tara charged, nearly toppling over when he tapped her calves with the flat of his blade.

"That is a question for your mother, though I'm sure Tormund would be happy for her company." He was proud of her commitment to training, she had begun to stumble in exhaustion as the hours passed.

"You could take me, Mom treats me like a little kid." She fell over when her charge failed, breathing hard, but forced herself back to her feet.

"I'm afraid that's because you are still a child, hey, keep a cool head. You're growing up so fast, but we both know you have a bit of growing left. See, this is what happens when you let anger rule your actions." She fell on her face with an animal yell. She struggled to her feet to charge again, even more sloppy than the first time.

"You also need to learn when you are bested. Only a fool fights when they know they're making it worse." Brienne swept up behind her, taking the sword in one hand, and Tara in the other, lifting her off the ground.

"Well she'll never learn if you stop her short of the lesson. " Jaime have her a sweet smile while Tara struggled against her grip.

"She'll never learn if she is unable to accept, and adapt to the judgment of her betters either." Brienne dropped her, and she fell to her knees huffing in air desperately.

"Oh right, because you listened to all your betters when they were telling you what you could, and couldn't do!" She got up, and went for a sheath to wear with her new sword.

"She had you there. " Jaime moved to her side, kissing her hand when he retrieved Tara's sword. She gave him a look, but couldn't deny him a small smile.

"Knowing the difference between criticism, and stupidity is one of the harder lessons of becoming a knight. Now I came out here to get you for dinner, you can continue training after you've eaten." She pointed, and Tara took her sword, scabard scraping on the ground as she went.

"You are no help. You know you're her favorite, she would listen if you said it." She side eyed him, he pulled her to a stop.

"She only prefers me because you two are too alike. She's just as stubborn as you." He said, reaching up to tuck her growing hair behind her ear where it has turned from blonde to silver with age.

"You're quite stubborn too my love." She whispered, leaning down as she had realized his hand in her hair always requested, and he kissed her slowly, enjoying the way they fit together.

"Ew! They're eating each other!" Isalla hung off his golden hand with her head back, and her long golden hair brushing on the ground.

"Stop Is!" Danielle tried to pull her twin off, only managing to drag her into the sand. Their youngest were already eight years, and we'll on their way to being twice the hand full Alyara, and Podwell were.

"Stop, both of you." Brienne lifted them up, keeping hold of Isalla while Danielle ran around to hold Jaime's actual hand. Jaime laughed, walking beside his Wife close enough for their shoulders to touch. This was everything he'd ever wanted, and he wouldn't trade this chaos for the world.