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Brienne
I see you in the gardens, holding onto Lioness. You always carry that wooden sword, patrolling the palace grounds and in the gardens. That fierce determination to defend is in your eyes. You will keep oaths for defending the weak and innocent (mostly rabbits and does). Your loyalty will lie with them, for the ones you love.
It’s quite hard to keep a tight rein around you. You have such a high energy, plenty of mischief and of course being so stubborn. I am reminded of my own youth, fighting the boys despite father’s disapproval. He finally grumbled as I would never relinquish fighting. I fought my way through people, through things no one should. I had to. I lost along the way, but I gained two of the most important people in my life thus far.
When we said goodbye, your father and I never expected to see each other again. We were the bitterest of enemies, always fighting. But on the day we parted ways, I knew that I was leaving behind something more. Someone whom became more than a friend.
I feel a jab on my arm. Lady Sansa has to remind me what we were discussing. She chuckles. “Just like her daughter. A day dreamer.”
Before dinner, Evelin has to run a bath for you since you love to get your dress dirty, declaring that you are a sellsword. Like Bronn. He and your father find it cute at times.
Until you have had a fair share of food and have gone outside pestering the Seasguard in joining their patrol, is when you finally tire yourself out. Jaime carries you to bed, eyes filled with a sweetness laced with sleep. A smile fills your lips as you yawn. Both me and Jaime know that you’ll steal his hand away once we are asleep.
As you drift off, I give a kiss on your soft cheek. I can smell the clean scent, feel the softness of your hair. If I squint my eyes, I can still see the teeth marks on Jaime’s hand. I bit down on it just to prevent my screams as I gave birth. The pain was indescribable. My body burned and ached. He nearly passed out, but held firm in wanting to be near me, offering his hand. “Bite down hard or we’ll all lose our hearing.”
You screamed into the world. Once I held you in my arms, you quickly calmed down. As I passed you down to Jaime’s arms, you instantly fell asleep. He will denies the fact that it would be the first time I saw his green eyes fill with tears. He also remembered of the losses, of the suffering, the sins, everything. His lips whispered of your name that meant tranquility. But the meaning also meant of peace. A new beginning for us all.
A small smile lingers on your father’s lips, seeing you. He turns to me and whispers, “Come along, wench. It’s past our bedtime.” His hand cupping my back.