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At first, even the thought of Hyle Hunt had filled Jaime with enough vitriol for the seven hells. When the four of them had limped to the Quite Isle – Lady Stoneheart’s severed head left with what had remained of the Brotherhood – Jaime only thought of Brienne. Half dead and looking worse than that, she desperately needed a maester.
“You’re too stubborn to die, wench,” he had whispered in her ear as she groaned with fever.
Hyle and Jaime together supported the Maid of Tarth on their way through the Riverlands. The septons wouldn’t allow them to see Brienne, as men and women must stay in separate cabins – unless married. The second night her cries of terror had echoed throughout the camp, Jaime went to her. He was never one for obedience. Hyle silently followed.
“Go back,” Jaime hissed.
“No. Brienne needs us,” Hyle retorted, his tone unapologetic and decidedly serious.
With a scowl, Jaime acquiesced. They spent the night at Brienne’s side, and the next night, and the night after that. Septon Meribald was displeased but said nothing.
They both bathe her – it’s much easier with three hands than one – and Hyle wraps her bandages. He is always careful with Brienne, knowing that despite her fearsome nature she was a maiden. Jaime is begrudgingly grateful to him.
As the weeks pass, Brienne recovers, little by little. She smiled at Jaime’s jokes and listened fondly to Hyle’s knightly tales. Podrick finally began combat training.
One night, when the moon was only a sliver in the black sky, Jaime witnessed Hyle kiss Brienne. She was startled, but she didn’t push him away. It was only a single kiss, and the knight left her cabin soon after.
“You let a man as homely as Hyle Hunt kiss you now?” he sputtered angrily.
“Are you jealous, ser?” Brienne asked quietly.
Taking a fistful of her tunic, Jaime kissed the Maid, long and deep. Her sighs equally thrilling and pleasing him.
Hyle confronted him the next morning.
“Do you love Brienne, or do you love your sister the queen?” he demanded.
Frozen, Jaime did not answer.
“I’m just a hedge knight, and Seven know that I do not have much to my name, but I have grown to love her. Not for her titles and lands, but for her crooked smile and broken nose. For her freckled face and unwavering dedication to what is right. Brienne saved me. She came back for me. No one has ever done that. She is a good woman, and she deserves to have a family – a husband to care for her and children to love her. As a Kingsguard you can provide neither.”
“Ay, that is true,” Jaime sighed. “But I love the wench nonetheless.”
“Do I get a say in this?” Brienne huffed, having returned from the sept. Both men had enough shame to look embarrassed to be discussing a lady within her presence. “I am fond of you both, and truthfully I do not want to choose between you. If I must, I choose honor. I choose knighthood. I will never marry.”
That was noble of her, to live without romance like a knight from a song. But a woman like Brienne should not have to choose between love and honor, or between two men she was so fond of.
What truly mattered to Jaime? Was love possessing someone? That was certainly what Cersei thought it meant. Was devotion only meant for a single person? Brienne happiness was what he desired most, the Stoneheart ordeal made that clear.
“If you wish to roam the continent forever, I will stay by your side,” Jaime pledged.
“As will I,” Hyle added.
Slowly, Jaime took Brienne’s hand in his, and Hyle mirrored him. They kissed her, one after the other, and she did not pull away.
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YO I'm back with more !! Calpernia or Samson? Gaspard or Florianne? Alistair or Anora? Orsino or Alexius? Abelas or Ameridan? Bhelen or Oghren? Merrill or Cole? Lelliana or Sebastian?
Hey lookit that list, it’s a spicy meatball (forgive me it’s late here).
Here’s who’s getting plowed:
Calpernia or Samson (I’m more into cute women that I am into uh-…whatever Samson happens to be at this point.)
Gaspard or Florianne (I hate them both.But she’s kinda hot?)
Alistair or Anora (Call the paramedics ‘cause Anora just got fucking decked)
Orsino or Alexius (How did you even come up with this one?)
Abelas or Ameridan (My lady boner is as hard as this question is to answer)
Bhelen or Oghren (I am officially In Pain™. I’d rather bite a bullet.)
Merrill or Cole (Conviction is strong in this one. Plowing does not apply here tho.)
Lelliana or Sebastian (Can I have both. I enjoy the “seemingly pure but surprise they full of Sin”)
You sure excel at asking these things. Thanks again!
He would come at night, slipping into her chambers wordlessly, taking hold of her large, ungainly body and resting his head against her chest. Brienne suspected Jaime was listening to her heartbeat, reminding himself that she lived. That they had survived.
At first, the awkward embrace startled her. She was not used to intimate physical touch, and to feel his warm skin pressed into her made her feel and odd sort of longing. Brienne pushed that deep inside herself, never thinking upon it.
Sometimes they would share her bed, and sometimes they would share words – about their day, about the Stark girl. Sometimes, when there was no moon in the night’s sky and the room was dark, Jaime would reach under her small clothes and touch her.
After all, women are the same in the dark.
Though his motivations were a mystery, Brienne could tell the relationship between the Lannister twins was strained, and she reasoned this was his small revenge.
But Brienne was weak and never turned him away, as this was her only chance to experience it. He always left before sunrise, quietly.
She wept bitter tears that wet the lumpy pillow beneath her head. Brienne couldn’t be his lady. She couldn’t even be his lover, not truly. Not with the shadow of Cersei looming so great above them.
King’s Landing was garden of thorns. She and Sansa needed to leave, and soon.
Prompt me with the date tag writing meme.
