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Jaime had just put off his armor and was now walking through his tent, thinking how he could best besiege Riverrun. Edmure was his prisoner, he sure could get an advantage out of that. But the Blackfish doesn’t care much about Edmure’s life, he already had proven that. There had to be something that Jaime could do to make the Blackfish listen to him. He was just thinking about the best strategy and started to get frustrated when one of his soldiers entered his tent.
Jaime looked at him. ‘I’m sorry to disturb you ser Jaime, but someone wishes to speak to you’.
Jaime surely wasn’t in the mood to speak to anyone, but as the commander of the force he didn’t have a choice. Jaime sighed. ‘Who wishes to speak to me?’. ‘A woman, ser Jaime, she goes by the name Brienne of Tarth.’
Jaime’s hart skipped a beat when he heard Brienne’s name. Did he heard it well? Could Brienne really be here? What was she doing here? Would she look different than the last time he saw her? Would her eyes still hold the blue of the sapphires? But Brienne couldn’t be here, could she? He must have misheard it, or maybe he is dreaming, he hasn’t slept much the last couple of days. Jaime cleared his throat and looked at the man.
‘I’m sorry, Jaime said, I didn’t quite hear what you said.’
‘Brienne of Tarth wishes to speak to you ser Jaime, she said something about a sword she wishes to return to you’, the man answered.
Jaime stared at the man who had just spoken. She really is here. She wants to see me. But what does she mean by returning the sword? It was a gift, it’s hers now. He can’t believe he’s going to see his favourite wench again. The man was still standing in his tent and Jaime realised he hadn’t given the man an answer yet.
‘Thank you, please inform the lady Brienne that I would like to speak to her.’ The man nodded and left the tent.
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Brienne was sitting on her horse next to Podrick. The soldier which she had spoken to had just disappeared in a tent, Jaime’s tent. She couldn’t believe Jaime was actually here. This will give her a chance to end this siege with piece. Involuntarily her hand reached out to Oathkeeper. She had to give Jaime his sword back. He gave her that sword so she could protect lady Arya and lady Sansa. She has always known that she had to give him the sword back, but why does she find it so hard to return it then? Maybe because it is a piece of Jaime you can carry with you, a voice in her head said.
She shook her head to clear it. This wasn’t the time to overthink. She was here on a mission for lady Sansa. She needed to stay focussed on the task ahead.
But what if Jaime didn’t want to speak to her? Another voice said. She hadn’t thought about that before, but it has been so long since the last time they have seen each other. Maybe he had long forgotten her and doesn’t want to speak to her at all. She was stupid to just assume he would want to see her. Just because she can’t stop thinking about Jaime the moment she left him, doesn’t mean he had thought about her as well. He is a member of the Kingsguard, he was with Cersei when she left. There was no time for her to cross his mind.
She shook her head again. I need to stay focussed, she thought. She continued watching Jaime’s tent to see if there was any sign of the soldier she spoke too. It felt like hours before she finally saw the man coming out of the tent. He climbed on his horse and galloped back to her. She swallowed.
She started to get nervous and her hands became sweaty. She tried to calm herself by breathing in and out. It didn’t work.
When the man reached Brienne, she got even more nervous than she already was.
The man greeted her. ‘My lady, Ser Jaime accepted your wish to speak with him. If you would follow me then I would bring you to him’.
Brienne sighed out of relieve. She urged her horse and followed the man who would bring her to Jaime. When she reached Jaime’s tent she climbed of her horse. She took a deep breath and steadied herself before she walked into the tent.