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The scream from Jaime Lannister startled everyone in the hall, none of them expecting a man of his stature and nature to lose his calm like that. All eyes were on Jaime, but the man did not notice even one of their looks. His eyes were large, stunned and agonised. He was gripping his right wrist, the one that had been chopped off in the future.
Tyrion called out to him, as did Joanna. But the man did not respond.
"A break!" Tyrion shouted, dragging his older brother to his chambers, Joanna not too far behind.
xxx The Lannisters Xxx
It was as if Jaime had already lost his hand. He stared at his wrist and could have sworn his right hand was missing. The world around him spun and he felt sick to his stomach.
Then he fell over and the world around him stopped spinning. His cheek stung and he looked up to see his brother and mother hovering close.
"What-"
"Oh good you've snapped out of it" Tyrion sighed. The imp helped his brother back on the bed. Jaime realised that it was the bed he'd fallen off of.
"I don't remember us breaking off from watching the future, but I had the most terrible nightmare. I might need to cut my viewing time so-"
Jaime's voice died away seeing the faces of his mother and brother.
It hit him that he had not dreamt it.
One more he stared at his right hand, his sword arm, more or less his best friend.
"You're still alive, at least," Joanna said softly, trying to comfort her son.
Jaime was not comforted.
Instead, it filled him with rage.
"Alive? Alive?!" Jaime shot up to his feet, glaring daggers at his mother who recoiled from the outburst.
"Jaime" Tyrion called his tone warning and mismatched eyes cool and reproachful.
That quelled some of what Jaime was feeling. Jaime was not someone who was calmed by soft comforting words but rather the opposite, but never abusive words. That was his father calmed him, as did Cersei.
Tyrion knew that better than their mother who did not have the chance to raise Jaime for long.
"Alive!" Jaime fell back on the bed, hands on his head as he bent over and rested his elbows on his knees. "I can't read right, I can't write right. All I have is my sword and my swordsmanship. I pushed myself to become the best because there wasn't much else I could do otherwise" Jaime muttered. He raised his head and stared at his mother with tears in his eyes, tears of anger and bitterness. "And now even that is being taken away from me."
"Nothing has been taken from you, brother" Tyrion took Jaime's right hand in his hands and squeezed it painfully tight.
Jaime winced.
"You feel that, right? The pain? It means you still have your hand. Meaning nothing has been taken from you. And we will not let them take it either./will not allow it, brother. I swear that to you."
Jaime stared at their joined hands and then at Tyrion, a slow and small smile appearing on his face. He looked up when he felt a hand ruffling his hair.
It was his mother.
"I apologise for-"
"You apologise for nothing," Joanna told him kindly.
Jaime smiled at her, before lowering his head.
xxx The Viewing Hall xxx
With the Lannisters abruptly (and rightly) exiting, the viewing of the future had come to a stop. With no other choice but to wait, everyone stood to stretch their legs, some glad others seeing no other choice.
Jon was ready to walk with his mother as he knew she would like to know how he knew and talk with helim more when Robb pulled him away.
"What?" Jon asked
"Let's talk first, you can go to your room later" Robb said.
"Go go" Lyanna encouraged her son with a smile. A sad and small smile.
Jon turned, shrugging Robb's hand off and walking with him.
"Your boy is a lot like you. A fiery temperament and not shy to confront people" Brandon the elder stated, walking up to his sister.
"I think he's learned it from Ned more than getting it from me. He's exactly like him" Lyanna muttered with a small smile.
"Ned's done well in raising him."
"Aye, he did. And I can never repay this favour of his."
"It was no favour" Ned spoke and they both turned to find him standing behind them. "Jon is my nephew and you, his mother, are my sister. I was not about to let him become a lone wolf."
"The Lone Wolf Dies But The Pack Survives" Brandon shook his head. Then he turned to Lyanna. "I want to apologise to you for almost blurting your secret to Jon as I did. I should never have dragged either of you into it."
"I was pissed at you for it" Lyanna rolled her eyes. "But then realised that if you hadn't told him, I would never have. And if by any chance it would have been revealed later on, it might have been worse then than it was now."
Brandon nods with a smile.
"I am still mad at you and expect you to make it up to me somehow."
Brandon rolled his eyes with a smile.
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The duo of Jon and Robb were joined by Sansa and then surprisingly by Margaery, Myrcella, Daenerys and Mya Stone.
Robb's equally confused and surprised face told Jon that he had not expected them either.
"Jon! I would like to make a deal with you regarding your enhancement serums" Maragaery said
Jon nodded his head, "Okay, Is this deal with you or with house Tyrell"
"House Tyrell is ready to buy the enhancement serums. If it's our support you want for trying to take the Iron throne or selling you grains at low price or you want me to heal somone it's up to you" Margaery Tyrell said
"I understand the latter two options but what's with the first? Why do you think I want the Iron Throne?" Jon asked
"Because you said so yourself, that if you want to you would take the Iron throne rather than the seat of Lord Paramount of North and that means you do want the Iron Throne" Maragaery Tyrell said
"No, I don't want the Iron throne, I just think that Robert Baratheon isn't the type of King we deserve, he beggard the realm in 14 years, the kingdom is in debt of the Lannister's and the Iron Bank, and now that we have to fight the dead it may come to bite is in the ass later" Jon explained
"Abe you have the gold to clear the debt the army and the dragon to get the Iron Throne and we are ready to support you for it " Maragaery said
"Daenerys has an army and a dragon as well plus she is a Targaryen and don't forget that Rhaegar Targaryen head been revived, the Martell's will likely support him so that they can have their being on the throne next" Jon explained
"Why do you want to support Jon to become King? Is it also because you want to become his queen? Mya Stone asked
Margaery shrugged.
"It doesn't matter who the King is, as long as I'm Queen."