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thornedmargaery:

“Certainly,” Margaery replied with a nod. “It’s clearly finely made.” And it was–even in spite of how political it was. Margaery couldn’t help but to wonder if it’d been crafted by Aegon’s men, or if it’d been done by a common smith. “I do pray it will serve you well.” A smile sat on her lips as he spoke of Aegon, and she hummed. “I’m certain that he does. And while I do admire it…I do not know that the sentiment will largely be shared.”

"I had the best smith make it and paid quite well for it. We both spent months on the design and on the strength of the armour. You might notice how the red catches the light, it is quite unique and I have only ever seen it do that with Joff’s sword.” A minor detail but he felt the need to say it. “It will serve me as well as I serve it, I expect.” He did not trust her smile. Cersei smiled like that sometimes but without the warmth that Margaerys had. “I think that it will be.”

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clawedlady:

   “I understand that you what to play the father now but I am a woman grown and do not need the            protection of an uncle any more.” Jaime and Tommen had more than ten years to form a bond such as a loving father and proud son but Myrcella had no such opportunity and now that she was in the care of the Tyrell’s, she did not think it to be a wise choice to try such a thing.      “I am not engaged to anyone and Willas is the heir of high garden, he needs more than a                      disgraced bastard.”

"No, you do not need my protection but you will always still have it. Once Aegon is on the throne I am going to make sure you are a high-born lady as it is your birthright.” He had no bond with his children and for that he did blame Cersei for it quite a lot and how she never wanted him spending time with them out of fear of being caught. “Willas is a cripple and a man quite old. If he was lucky enough to catch your eye it would be a blessing and he knows it. The Tyrells have been trying to wed him for years. Sansa Stark first and I will not be surprised if you are next.”

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lordoakheart:

Dontin had not wished to dwell on his own life or thoughts but he understood that Jaime was just making polite conversation. “I am without a wife now and raising two boys without a mother who’s land is practically foreign to my own.” Dontin finished his drink in one quick motion, something he had started to do more frequently as of late. “And what is new with you, I notice the new armour of course.”

"I did not know...” he began and then stopped talking because he did not know what to say. “I know that you are a good father. That will help you with raising them. As alone as you might feel at this time, you are not. You have friends but most importantly you have your sons. I know how much a father loves a son from the father's prospective. It will mean a lot to them.” Jaime looked down at the armour, quite surprised of the change of conversation. “I had it made especially for Aegon. I have been wearing black for too long and I do not think it suits me too well.”

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princessbeyondthewall:

It was another cold and dreary day at Castle Black, the snow fell as usual and all who need not be outside were taking shelter within the castle’s walls. There was one however who braved the cold, a woman in a bearskin cloak who seemed neither bothered nor eager to get inside. She was a sight that the men of the nights watch had long since become accustomed to, one many of them enjoyed as a matter of fact. Val, the Wildling Princess. It was a well-known fact that Val hated to be idle, she didn’t like to be huddled up inside all day and if she got bored well…gods help them all. Despite her having lived at Castle Black for many years she had still not grown fond of the Crows that surrounded her day in and day out, when she got bored she would often take to fighting them under the guise of ‘training’ and very few escaped without injury. It was perhaps for that very reason that all the trainees below breathed a silent sigh of relief as they saw someone approach her. Val, however, was less pleased. She had become accustomed to having to deal with the southerners on behalf of her people but that did not mean that she enjoyed it any more than when she had first bent the knee to Selyse Baratheon. She didn’t bother to turn around to address them “Whatever you are here for must be very important to bring you this far north” It was only a little patronizing, that was something Lord Crow had requested she work on when dealing with the people south of the wall. 

Jaime did not like going back to Castle Black but he did it regardless of his own opinions for his King. He was trying to do what he could and all he could for Aegon and not only to make up for failing to protect his father or killing his grandfather. “I have been this far North before. You only ever come to the Wall on rare occasions, princess. What brings you here?”

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freedezzara:

“Men do not often wander the woods with warm intentions.” She scowled as the man sat in front of the fire, but did not deny him the seat. “I should kill you where you sit.”

"Most men do not, I grant you that. In the woods, there are the Brotherhood without Banners still causing trouble after all these years and even they are commanded by a woman I have heard.” Jaime had been threatened so much in his life that he did not feel anything for threats. “Then do it. I am sure there will be a parade in your honour if you do.”

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wildkarstarklady:

“We will not give you cause to use it, I assure you,” Alys said. “Come. We’ll have to cross the bridge to get to the main keep, but once we do you’ll be out of this cold for the duration of your stay.”

She signaled for one of the wildlings to go on ahead and tell Sigorn that they had a visitor. She did not doubt that the guard could find Sigorn a lot faster than she could. Not for the first time did she wish she was permitted to wear the loose, comfortable clothes of her husband’s people, instead of the noblewoman’s dresses she had in her possession.

She and Ser Jaime quickly crossed the bridge and entered the warmth of the main hall.

“I do not know that I would enjoy Pyke,” Alys remarked after calling for warm drinks to be brought for them. “I’m accustomed to snow and I do not mind the cold, but the rain is ghastly.”

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"That is quite a relief to hear and a welcome one at that. At the Wall, most of the men have horrid things to say about Wildlings. Excuse me, I mean free folk. I know more than anyone that stories whispered from person to person do not have much merit as people believe.” Yet all the things they said about me all came to be true. “I do not mind the cold, I’ve spent fifteen years at the Wall so I think that my skin has grown accustomed to the cold weather of the North.”

It was still so strange to see so many Wildlings south of the Wall and so embedded in a place of high standing, a place of nobility. Jaime had agreed with the few of his former Black Brothers that it was not the best move for Wildlings to hold such esteemed places away from the Wall but not as strongly as the others had.

The Main Hall was quite warm but Jaime still kept his cloak on.

“I do not think anyone but those born there would enjoy Pyke. I know I do not like that. It isn’t just the rain but there is wind and damp as well.”

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stainedalys:

“Your King?” Alys replied, her tone curious in spite of herself. When the self-proclaimed Targaryen had docked in the North so long ago, Alys had been certain he was a well-dressed liar–but he’d amassed quite the following for himself. “Saffron and cinnamon, I suppose.” 

"Yes, Aegon Targaryen, the true dragon and son of Rhaegar.” There was another dragon, Daenerys, but she was only Rhaegars sister. Aegon was the real true king. “I will take your recommendation. Which one is your own favourite?”

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wildkarstarklady:

“Ser Jaime,” Alys said, letting herself relax a bit. “Forgive me. As Karhold is far from the Kingsroad, it is not often we get guests who are not more…armed.”

She stepped back, motioning him into the gatehouse. “How are you? I’ve heard little about you since you were sent to Pyke.”

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It felt good to hear people calling him ser Jaime again and for him to accept it. As a Night’s Watch brother, he would always correct people but now he did not have to. “I always have my sword with me but do not worry, I will not use it.” Not unless I have to. “Very well. Pyke is not what I expected but I am not there for myself.”

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freedezzara:

“I have heard you move about for some time now,” Ezzara called out at last to the unseen figure she had heard moving in the nearby brush. Her decision to remain in a wooded area for the evening was made in order to clear her head, but she’d quickly become preoccupied with the lurking stranger she’d heard moving about. “Show yourself or walk away.”

"I did not realise that there was such a need to be quiet or stealthy.” Jaime moved around to her line of sight and took a seat in front of the fire. “Mind if I join you? It is quite cold tonight and I do not see the point in building a new fire when you have a perfectly good one here.”

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clawedlady:

     Myrcella did not want her father to be some sort of gallant knight to come and save her from a bit of bother. She wanted him to keep his distance while people whispered behind her back of her father’s traitorous tendencies once more.       “I do not need an escort, I can handle a few problems myself.”    That was all these guards were, minor problems to Myrcella while she tried to figure out how to make a life for herself and preferably one without the reach of her mother’s house.          “I am to meet a young lord. He is looking for a wife and if I like him I intend for that to be me.”

"I know that you can handle them yourself but that does not mean that you should. No one would think any more or less of you for taking my help occasionally. Unless you do.” He already knew the answer but did not what to shy away from it. “And you will meet a young lord. You are beautiful, you can get anyone that you would like. With Margaerys help I would not be surprised if you are not secretly betrothed already. Perhaps even to her brother.”

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thornedmargaery:

While the loyalties of the Westerland lords could not be promised–and Margaery believed very much that those who had once swayed in their direction were now more enamored by Aegon–the people of the west were a different breed entirely. Margaery had won and continued to foster that well-earned love, which included spending time amidst the smallfolk and making promises of continued care. As she came upon Jaime Lannister with her small retinue in tow, a small smirk appeared on her lips. “A woman called Aya sells tarts that she prepares with her daughter, Mirelle–just over that way.” Margaery pointed in the direction of the mother and daughter’s cart. “You look very comely in your armor, Ser Jaime.”

"I think I remember them from when I was a child. It makes me happy to see that it is very little that has changed from that time.” Jaime knew that if he wanted to give Aegon more support that the West would be the way to go given his family link with the West. There would still be those supportive of the Lannisters, he just needed to find them. “Thank you for your kind words.” He really was proud of his armour and not just because it showed, proudly, that he was a Lannister and also his support. He was Lord Commander again and for that he ecstatic. “I had it made very specifically with the designs on the shoulder and breastplate. My King approves of it and likes it very much. I’m glad other royals do as well.”

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knottauster:

Jaime Lannister had thought himself invincible since he became Aegon’s little lap dog but the men of the Island knew him to be nothing more than a pampered man thriving off the success of others. “I never claimed to be him, he’s my captain but of another ship.” Auster put his sword away. “I’m surprised you ask, considering we are family. I am Auster Knott, the husband of your dear Cerenna.”

"And where is your captain or his ship? I would have thought that you would not be far from each other. Captains are quite high ranking here and I have yet to meet the Crow’s Eye .There is a lot to be said about him, I wonder if all of it is true. Family?” That surprised him but then he heard the rest of the mans words. “I suppose that makes us cousins. You are lucky to have Cerenna, she is as witty as she is beautiful.” 

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stainedalys:

Though Alys was eager to depart from the Vale as soon as possible, there were certain things she thought she’d miss–Gulltown in particular was one of them. The bastard had been wandering not long throughout the marketplace when she had come upon the armored knight–and from the golden hand she saw, it was very clear who it was. The blonde-haired girl’s expression turned to surprise as the knight appeared to address her. “The boats here mostly bring food for the fish market and spices, ser.”

Jaime had seen the girl come from the castle so knew that she must work there which was why he spoke to her rather than anyone else about where to find things. “I could always bring some spices back for my king. What would you recommend to me?”

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lordoakheart:

Although he was grateful that Jaime had defended him, it really wasn’t the best move. The others had known that the Lannister had now supported the new Targaryen king and Dontin feared that he would now be branded with similar beliefs. “Thank you Ser Jaime,” Dontin passed him a cup of ale. “You should drink, relax a little while you are here.” 

Perhaps he was being a little bit paranoid but Jaime did not exactly feel welcome despite the invitation. Dontin was one of few friends that Jaime actually had so he did not pass up the opportunity to be with a friend. “I have a drink but I would gladly join you. I have been too busy to catch up. What is new in your life?”

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wildkarstarklady:

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Alys bit her lip as she moved quickly across the bridge that separated the gatehouse from the rest of the castle. It was rare that anyone visited Karhold, and rarer still that they would come so unannounced. The wood creaked beneath her feet, telling the guards of her arrival and she watched as they stiffened to attention. She nodded to them and then hurried on into the gatehouse, shaking snow out of her hair. Gods, it was colder than she remembered.

The two men within the gatehouse—one wildling and one Karstark—both looked at her, awaiting her command. Alys swallowed and smoothed her skirts.

“Let them in.”  

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"Forgive the intrusion, Lady Karstark, I had not planned on stopping here on my way back to the Iron Islands but my horse needed a rest and it turns out I did as well.” He put on his most charming smile that had worked quite well for him in the past but he knew how little his charms worked in the North but could not help but try and use them. 

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Jaime Lannister by  Fabio Leone