A/N: Fast-forwarding. I'm not sure this is going to happen, but the scene didn't want to leave my mind.
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"let me see him!" -Tyrion's voice boomed into the living room-
"Lord Tyrion." - Bäahal stood up from her chair and quietly bent forward to welcome Tyrion.-
"Where is he, princess?" He was asking a question but his tone suggested an order. Tyrion was looking at the silver princess like he had seen a ghost. He walked closer to her, his green eyes stared at the princess and searched for her purple hues but Bäahal was difficult to read. Her face was stern and closed as he surprised her while she was contemplating what to do next.
"You cannot see him." She said, her fingers fiddled together. The words took a second for the Hand to register, but as soon as they reached his brain, he furrowed his brows.
"What are you saying? We're talking about my brother here! I must see him!"
"You can't, Lord Tyrion." -She said, stepping on the left to prevent him from walking any further into the room. There was a door that led to the bedroom where his brother was resting in.-
Words came fast about the Silver princess who brought the traitor Lannister back to King's Landing. She hated that despite her attempts at being discreet, the truth was revealed by spies and the enemies of the Lannisters. Jaime survived the war, it was not a secret. He survived Cersei and left King's Landing during one warm night. He avoided the scorn of the people (But did he really care about being scorned?) and vanished into the dark. Nobody knew what happened to him, rumors had it that he ended up in a dump and was agonizing since he lost his one true love. Lord Tyrion tried to find him but couldn't openly lead searches since he was committed to the new Queen. but he never stopped looking for his brother and was hoping that he did not die.
"How dare you?" -He tried to force his way, but she held onto his shoulder, with a strong grip that surprised the Hand-
"I told you, you cannot see him." -Her face softened and she knitted her brows. "Lord Jaime is not ready to see you again, not yet." She removed her hand and returned to fidget with her fingers.
Tyrion was still in shock of the bad new and furrowed his brows, he was trying to make sense of her words. It made sense that Jaime wouldn't want to see the man who sided with his enemy during the Last War. It made sense he cursed his name and swore to never see him again. After all, the younger brother, remembered how they parted. They said goodbye during that night and Jaime expected Death to welcome him upon his return. Death that never came but Death he wished he received. Tyrion let his hands run over the soft fabric of his shirt and walked to the chair near the princess'.
"Is he doing...How is he doing?"
"He's resting. Our last trip was.. exhausting. We encountered criminals on our way to --- I had to bring him here so he could rest and have the best care we could provide." She tried to justify her actions as if to convince herself that it wasn't a mistake to bring him there. When the knight would wake up and realize she brought him there, he would not be happy about it. she was dreading his awakening.
"You didn't answer my question, princess, how is Jaime doing?"
"He's devastated....ever since Cersei died, he just...stopped being himself."
"Part of him died with her on that night." Tyrion swallowed a lump and sighed deeply.
Of course, Jaime died that night. Cersei was his world. She was his everything, losing her would kill him, if not literally then figuratively. Tyrion knew that seeing Jaime would not change anything and could even worsen an already dreadful situation, but Jaime was his brother and he needed to see his brother. just to make sure that he wasn't dead just so his eyes could see that Jaime was still breathing and there was a chance to help him. Bäahal was overprotective of the knight. She found him in this dump and after a while traveling together after she spent her energy trying to put him back on his feet, she finally succeeded in having him agree to restore his past glory as a Knight, so he could die like one. That was what he agreed to because the princess provoked him enough for him to want to die the way Cersei would have wanted him to. To die, like his father wasn't given the chance to. during a fight or killed by the princess as she promised him.
"He is angry at you, blames you for everything. He explicitly told me that he couldn't look you in the face because you sided with the monster who took his sister. " She tried to speak slowly, making sure that each and every word cut deep. Maybe she was passing her nerves on him, maybe she was unfair to the hand, but for months Jaime was harsh on her, bitter and angry and she endured it because she wanted to help. Telling Tyrion the exact words Jaime said was also a way for her, to protect the Hand. She knew he would be eager to see Jaime and try and reason with him, but Jaime was too closed off, too hurt, too much in pain to see the genuine love Tyrion had for him or understand that his little brother wanted to help.
"I see..."
"No, you don't. You are still thinking of a way to outsmart me and enter this room. you're still desperate. you're still trying to enter into this room but you can't. I will never allow you to."
"You have /no/ right to bring him here and forbid me from seeing him. You can't do this to me!"
"I have every right! I didn't want to take him here, but it was the closest place I could bring him to. I am trying to protect you here, Lord Tyrion."
"From what?" He said, breathing a little harder and clenching his fists.
"From heartbreak. I understand you experienced worse from Cersei or even Jaime himself, but his anger is...you would never recover if you heard half of what he said. I'm doing this for you. I'm doing this for him too. He cannot see you. Not yet. He needs time and I promised him he would have time. So I'm begging you. I'm BEGGING you...to stop trying to enter this room and see your brother."
He remained silent, pondering her words and trying to understand what he could say. his green orbs stared at the young woman before he sat on the chair in front of her. they had not seen the princess for months and the only moment she returned, it was with his injured brother and in full-secrecy. Daenerys would want to see her, she would be upset if Bäahal returned without saying at least a word to her. Lord Tyrion cleared his throat and leaned into his chair.
"Have you seen the queen?"
"Not yet. I can't leave him... not yet."
"Is it that bad?....." She nodded and sat back on the chair she was previously on. He realized she had not been sleeping for days and her eyes were red from the blood vessels that exploded.
"He's severely injured. I brought him back so he could have a fighting chance. Let me....let me wait here until it's over and then I'll see my sister."
"Allow me to wait with you then. I won't see him, but I will keep you company."
She was too exhausted to answer him but outstretch her hand so he could hold onto it until the surgeon left the room with a good new. Maybe this wasn't the end of him. Maybe this was only a new beginning. Tyrion was grateful she let him stay with him because he knew she needed company. He needed to have an update so staying here would benefit both of them. But would it?
-TBC-
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