3rd Month of 283 A.C. King's Landing
Ser Jaime Lannister
News of the God's Eye, had come on dark wings and sent King's Landing into a frenzy, the prince was dead and now there was nothing standing in the way of the rebels and Robert Baratheon. The king had gone mad with rage and burnt many people who had brought the news, and had seen many of his advisors dealt harsh blows, in his rage and grief over his son's death. Considering that Rhaegar and Aerys had never seen close in the first place but he supposed that it was natural there would be anger. Qarlton Chelstead's body was still dangling somewhere in the throne room and every time Jaime looked up he could see the corpse charred as it was dangling like a sweet at a fair, and the smell by the gods it was horrible. The king however did not seem to mind the smell in fact he seemed to revel in it. "So Lord Simon what do you make of the smell and the sight of this new addition to the throne room? It makes quite a nice change to the dullness of the room otherwise."
Simon Staunton a boneless man merely nods and says. "Yes indeed it does Your Grace. Chelstead was a traitor and they do always make the best sort of cooked meat. But there is more news coming in that we must speak of."
The king looks somewhat intrigued and asked. "What more interesting news is there? After all there are traitors coming for my city, and there are people coming for my wife and child. What more news could there be that is not something I can deal with? Have the dragons hatched?"
Staunton looked somewhat taken aback at this but quickly hurries on. "Tywin Lannister has decided to strike out and is marching out from the Westerlands towards King's Landing. It does seem as though he will be here quite soon. Furthermore Lord Rickard Stark and his northern savages are pushing hard for King's Landing as well."
Jaime heard the king laugh then. "SO the wolf and the lion are pushing towards King's Landing are they? Very good, very good. Stark and Lannister, have never gotten along and as such I believe very much so that there would be a long battle between them. Perhaps they will both die and then we can claim the spoils. So tell me Staunton, what news is there of the dragons?"
Staunton once again looking somewhat taken aback by this repeated question but then takes up the thread of the conversation. "They seem to be doing well Your Grace. The eggs are warming up and soon enough they shall be ready to hatch. But a question for you Your Grace, should things go south for us what should be the plan for the eggs?"
The king cackles then and says. "With what I have planned the eggs will not be eggs. They will be true dragons. And as such they will be there to bring about the end of the rebels and the Lannisters. This should be something to be celebrated, already my wife and son have gone. But then someone will want the Dornish scum to have the dragons and that is something I cannot allow. Staunton go and make sure no one speaks to the Dornish whore of this, and Rossart come forward."
Rossart steps forward then and his slimy voice comes forth. "Your Grace, the wildfire is all in place. It is just waiting for your command. Give the order and we shall create the biggest dragon birth this world has ever seen. And the black dread will come back to life and your enemies will burn before you."
The mad king, for that is what Jaime has begun calling the man in his head, laughs loudly. "Good, soon the world shall quake and dragons will come and the enemy shall burn all the world shall know the true strength of the dragons. No longer shall we cower in fear, we shall roar our strength and our words will come anew."
Rossart is about to speak when Pycelle and Varys enter the throne room both looking somewhat haggard and out of breath. "Your Grace, word has come from the gates. It seems Tywin Lannister has beaten the Stark host here and is requesting entry."
Aerys cackles then. "Ah good, so now the lion has come to beg for entry and forgiveness. I have long waited this day for when the lion bows before me and asks for me to raise him up only to kill him. How many men has he brought?"
Pycelle speaks then. "He has brought 12,000 men with him Your Grace. And I do believe these men can bring about the defence of the city and defeat the northern host that is coming. With regards to the city with the remaining strength of the crownlords here we have enough to ably defend the city as well. Open the gates and allow Tywin to come in."
Jaime looks upward, and sees the king considering this and there is a moment of lucidity. "Ah Tywin, my old friend. How good it would be to defend the city together like we said we would do when we were children. Ah how good it would be to see him again. But then treachery always has been in your nature, Joanna, and the children, you took them from me and made them your own."
Varys speaks then his voice calm. "Your Grace, I would strongly advice against opening the gates. Tywin Lannister's motives are questionable, answering the summons now and trying to ingrate himself into your good books. It is too convenient Your Grace, I do believe that there is some other motive there that he has. He has always wanted his daughter to become Queen, and now Robert provides that opportunity."
Aerys roars something then. "Of course he has, he always wanted to be me, he wanted this crown and he wanted my wife. But he shall have neither. I shall have his head and his daughter just as I had his wife."
Jaime looks at Pycelle then and sees the man is working on something. And when the man speaks Jaime feels as if he could groan. "Allow him to enter the city Your Grace. You can make him think he is doing you a favour, but in reality you are using him for your own advantage. You hold his heir and you hold the cards, make him see that and you shall have him in your pocket."
The king seems to consider this for a long moment and then says. "Very well then, send word to Stokeworth I want the gates opened. Tywin will owe me now until the end of time."
Both men bow and leave and then it is just Jaime, Rossart and the king left in the throne room. The silence stretches on for a very long time, a very long time, in which nothing can be heard except the sound of the king cursing as he cuts himself on the throne. Jaime stands stock still thinking of Cersei and Tyrion trying his hardest not to look at the body dangling above him. The silence is broken by the king when he speaks, his voice high and reedy. "So tell me Lannister boy, what you make of the news that your father is coming here. Do you think he can survive?"
Jaime is silent a long time before saying. "I believe so Your Grace. He is a cautious man, I do not think he would do anything that would jeopardize the alliance here."
The king grumbles then. "Of course, Tywin always was the cautious one. Except when it came to fulfilling his lusts. Did you know he was a bit of a man whore when we were younger? He spread his seed throughout many women in the city. Why you might even have a few bastard brothers and sisters wandering around here."
Jaime refuses to believe this putting it down to the king's madness but something about this all stings inside and so he keeps his mouth shut. As such it seems the king's words have come back to bite him, for Ser Janos Slynt a puffed up cunt comes forward and says rather out of breath. "Your Grace, word from outside the keep. Tywin Lannister and his men have begun sacking the city."
Jaime groans internally. Why would his father do this? The king seems very angry and bellows. "So the man has decided to repay my trust with war now has he? Gods I should never have allowed the man to survive before Harrenhal. I should never have allowed him to live. By the gods, this man is going to be the death of me."
Rossart speaks then whispering always whispering. "This is unacceptable Your Grace. Tywin Lannister must be shown the ways he has gone wrong and be brought to justice. Give the order and I shall light the blaze and bring the dragons to life."
The king considers this a moment and Jaime seizes his opportunity then turning round to look at the king he says. "Your Grace, setting fire to the city would achieve nothing. Give me terms and I shall ride out to meet my father myself. And I shall make him bend the knee."
Aerys looks at him, for a long moment his eyes wide and then his voice comes out high and reedy. "No, you will betray me just as he has, just as your mother did. No, I will not send you out. Unless you promise to bring me your father's head. As for you Rossart, go, go and set the flames a light and tell the other pyromancers of their duty." The man bows and leaves, and then when the king looks at him for a long time, he too bows and leaves.
Jaime instead, follows Rossart. "Lord Rossart a moment if you please." He calls out.
The hand stops and turns round his eyes wide and bloated. "Yes, Ser Jaime, what can I do for you? Has the king asked for me?"
Jaime, begins unsheathing his sword then and saying. "Well yes, there is one thing the king has asked of me. And you know what he's like, always changing his mind on the most important of things. He has decided that, it is not in his best interest to set the city on fire. Instead he has asked me to dispose of you." Whatever protests the man might have had die on his lips when Jaime shoves his sword into the man's chest.
The man falls to the ground, and Jaime stands there for a long time merely staring at his sword, covered in blood. Not the first man he has killed, but the first person of import. He shakes his head, and brings himself together, says a quick prayer, and then walks back into the throne room. The king sat on the Iron Throne stands up when Jaime walks in and he asks. "Have you done the deed already? That was quick, I knew you were good but not that good. So what has become of your father's army?"
Jaime, looks at his sword and says. "It is not the blood of my father that is on my sword. It is the blood of Rossart. And when this is done and dusted I shall prevent the other fools that you have doing anything stupid. Your time is up Aerys."
"You are a knight of my Kingsguard boy! Might I remind you, you are sworn to do as I say. Stand down now, and I will not burn you alive." The king roars.
Jaime ignores the king and begins walking up the steps of the Iron Throne, as he does so he keeps his eyes on the king. "I am a knight of the Kingsguard that is true. But I am also a knight, sworn to protect the innocent. And you are not an innocent man Your Grace, you are the threat to the people and the innocents of king's landing. And I cannot allow you to remain alive." The king is still protesting when Jaime brings his sword forward and thrusts it into his throat, he squeals like a pig as he dies, his body falls to the floor and Jaime gives it a kick and sends it down the stairs. He then stands and looks at the throne for a long time, a very long time, and then sighing he turns and sits down on the throne.
He knows not how long he sits on the Iron Throne, but eventually the doors to the throne room open up once more he sees two men he has not seen for a long time enter the throne room. Ser Elys Westerling and Lord Ronald Crakehall both men loyal to his father are in the throne room now staring at him and the body at the foot of the throne. Ser Elys speaks first. "Ser Jaime, what, what would you have us do?"
Jaime looks at them both, and says. "What do you mean?"
Lord Ronald looks at him then and says. "Well, Aerys is dead, there are the children left."
Jaime looks at them for a moment, and thinks of the promise he had made to Rhaegar, but then he remembers that they are of the blood of Aerys and the madness could come to them as well. And then he says. "Choose whoever you want, I care not."
Both men nod and then they are gone as well, leaving Jaime to the storm of thoughts waging around in his head. He knows that with his action, will make many question his vows, and as such he is torn between all of this and begins mulling it all over, wondering if perhaps the new king would give him a chance for redemption, or if his father will want a Kingslayer back, especially one who might have learnt some of his deepest darkest secrets. His thoughts are interrupted when the doors to the throne room open up once more, and he sees Stark men riding in. Well this should be interesting.