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Part IV - What Happens Next

Once again, Tyrion was doing his best to catch up to his brother as they made their way to the diner. He'd tried texting Sansa to abort the plan but had not heard back.

"Jaime," He said out of breath. "I appreciate that you and Brienne want to 'come out' about your relationship, so to speak. But don't you think it's a little soon for an engagement?"

Jaime stopped and moved to the side, the ring box still clutched in his hand.

"Remember that night a few months ago?" He began. "When I came over your place with a black eye?"

Tyrion recalled the night. Jaime had stopped by very late with the black eye, a stupid smile, and no explanation.

"Yes…"

"You asked me what was wrong, what happened. I told you not to ask... that nothing was wrong. Because there wasn't..." Jaime trailed off, that stupid smile returning to his handsome features. "Everything was right. Brienne had punched me and it….woke me up…to everything. Her. Me. I went to the store and I bought this ring and I asked them to hold until…well until now."

He stopped and looked at his brother.

"I knew then…and I know now. She's the one."

For once, Tyrion was at a loss for words. All he could do was smile.

"When are you going to ask her?"

"So, what did you end up doing last night?" Sansa asked, feigning nonchalance as she sipped her iced tea.

Brienne looked across the table at her friend. She toyed with the straw in her glass of water.

"Oh ya know…" She shrugged, trying not to blush and knowing she was failing miserably. She and Jaime had agreed to come clean, but at the right time. She quickly changed the subject.

"So, did Tyrion finally make a move?"

She couldn't help but smile as Sansa coughed into her drink.

"Nicely played," Sansa laughed, dabbing the corner of her mouth with a napkin.

The two eyed each other across the table. Neither blinked. Neither bulked.

The bell on the door jingled and Sansa smiled.

"Oh look! It's Tyrion and Jaime!"

Brienne whipped around as Tyrion and Jaime walked into the diner.

"Hey guys!" Sansa waved them over, a little too enthusiastically. "Over here!"

"What are you doing here?" Brienne asked as they approached the table. She watched as Tyrion slid into the chair next to Sansa. She couldn't make out the expression on his face, but when he leaned over and whispered in Sansa's ear her friend's eyes widened and she made a little squeak.

She looked at Jaime.

He was still standing, looking from her to Sansa and finally, to Tyrion.

"Tyrion...did you…"

Tyrion sighed and lifted his hands in defeat before pointing at Sansa.

"It was her idea!"

Sansa smacked his shoulder and made to stand up.

"Maybe we should go…"

"Wait!" Brienne said, her voice raised. "Will someone tell me what is going on?" she turned back to Jaime. "Again…what are you doing here?"

Jaime looked at her and then around the diner before bursting out in a loud laugh.

"Well, my dear, " he started. "It seems we've been found out." He let out a sigh and pulled something out of his pocket. "And really…I can't think of a more perfect time to do this…"

With that he moved to stand in front of her.

"Excuse me everyone," He announced loudly, making the other diners and most of the wait staff look at him. "I am very sorry to bother you during your luncheon time but I have an important announcement to make..."

Brienne tugged on his arm nervously. "Jaime what in the world are you doing?"

"You'll see in just a moment, wench," Jaime said, undeterred. Brienne turned to Sansa and Tyrion for help, but found her friends staring in rapt attention at Jaime.

She turned back to Jaime just as he continued. "I want everyone in this wonderful establishment to know that, I, Jaime Lannister, am completely, hopelessly, desperately in love with Brienne Tarth," He looked at Brienne then, his smile soft. He took her hand in his with a laugh.

"This isn't where I planned to do this," Jaime said. "But nothing in these past few months has gone as I had planned...and I've never been happier."

Brienne looked at him, she knew her face must be bright red. "Jaime- what..."

Her throat went dry when he knelt in front of her.

"Brienne...you are the most stubborn pig-headed woman I have ever met. But you're also loyal and strong and loving. You're the first person ever, male or female, to give me a black eye...you constantly surprise me and challenge me and you make me want to be better..." Jaime held the box in both hands for a moment before opening it.

Brienne gasped.

"I love you, Brienne," Jaime said, his voice suddenly thick. "Will you marry me?"

She looked into his eyes, green and shining as a million thoughts raced through her head. This is a dream. It's too soon. This can't be happening. But he's here, kneeling in front of me. We're in a DINER. There's a ring. A RING.

"Jaime...I..." Brienne searched for words as her gaze left his eyes and went to the ring.

It was vintage, that much was obvious. Silver or white gold with filigree patterns around the band. In the middle was a clear white diamond surrounded by tiny sapphires. It wasn't a raised setting and Brienne knew when she slipped it on her finger it would fit like glove against her skin. It was simple and at first glance, it wouldn't draw too much attention. It wasn't until you really looked that you saw it. It was her.

He knew her.

She looked back up at him, seeing the love and the trust and everything they were and could be together reflecting back at her. All of the thoughts going through her head left, replaced by only one.

She spoke it, a tear sliding down her cheek.

"Yes."

Brienne didn't hear the cheer of the crowd or the applause. She didn't see Sansa, eyes glistening, with one hand covering her mouth as the other gripped Tyrion's hand. She didn't see Tyrion's quiet smile.

All she saw was Jaime, grinning at her. All she felt was the ring on her finger, and then his arms around her, his lips on hers. She laughed against his mouth, more tears spilling as he held her.

"I love you." She said, again and again and again.

"I love you, wench."

He kissed her again before standing and swiping at his eyes. He waved to the other diners and made a little bow before sitting down, draping his arm across her shoulders.

"So…I guess the cat's out of the bag."

They all laughed and Brienne leaned into him with a smile as Sansa grabbed her hand to get a better look at the ring.

"It's so beautiful!" She exclaimed. "Oh I'm so happy for you both!"

"Congratulations," Tyrion said, that same smile on his face.

"I guess we have you two to thank for this little meeting," Jaime said with a chuckle, nodding towards Tyrion and Sansa's joined hands.

The two looked at each other with a smile before Sansa leaned in and kissed him.

"I love happy endings," she said.

"It's far from an ending, love," Tyrion said, brushing his thumb over her cheek before looking back at Brienne and Jaime. "And it all started with a game of truth or dare…the game of life really…" he paused with smile. "What happens next is up to us."